Christa, our friend from college, was having an art gallery showing. She was so excited, and she wanted me Carrie and Ashley to attend, to give her support. It was being held at a really swanky mansion on the estate of one of our school's board trustees. This would be one of Christa's first public displays of her work, and a chance for her to meet some pretty influential people. I thought it sounded like it would be extremely boring. But there promised to be free wine and cheese. There really was only one problem.

 

You see, Carrie had been teasing me all semester long, and I in turn had chided her about her slipping grades. So finally, we made an agreement of sorts. I told her if she received less than a B in this World History class she was taking, she would leave me alone. But if she got a better grade, she could choose one night during the next semester and I would have to wear whatever she picked out for me.

 

Well, the term ended, and let me say I was shocked to find out that Carrie received an "A+"… I couldn't believe it! I still couldn't believe it, even when she pulled up her transcript on the computer. In fact, I made her take me to the professor to hear him confirm that she earned such a high grade. Personally, I started to think she might have used some of her feminine charms on him. But a deal was a deal, and now I waited anxiously for our date and the wardrobe Carrie selected for me.

 

Of course, she decided to pick the night of Christa's art gala. It was in April, toward the end of the Spring semester. Earlier that evening, I found myself in Carrie's room, as she placed a box on her bed.

 

"Here we go, Erica!" the strawberry-blonde grinned triumphantly.

 

With a sigh of resignation, I said, "All right, let's get on with it. I hope you didn't find something that will make me look too much like a slut. Or too uncomfortable… oh God, I hope you don't embarrass me!"

 

"Not at all," Carrie giggled.

 

So I lifted the lid of the box. It even had a green ribbon and bow that I had to untie first. Carrie really went out of the way to make the package presentable. I reached in, and pulled out a soft, white knit hat.

 

"Oh," I gasped, perhaps a bit guiltily. "This is actually kind of nice."

 

It was like a cozy little beret, hand-knitted with an adorable pattern. I quickly put it on my head, adjusting the brim on my forehead a couple of inches above my eyebrows, making sure my shoulder length brown hair underneath was snug in place. Checking myself out in the mirror, it was quite cute!

 

"Wow," I turned to express my appreciation to Carrie. "I really like this. This is a pleasant surprise. So where is the rest of the outfit?"

 

My friend then lowered her eyes. She was standing with one foot behind her other leg, and slowly traced a finger along the rim of the box. She had on black slacks, and a smart jacket. I wondered how I would be accompanying her.

 

"That's it," Carrie finally answered.

 

I reached my hands up to touch the soft white hat, not understanding. "You mean we are all set to go? This is all you had planned for me…"

 

"That is all I had planned for you to wear." The corner of Carrie's mouth turned up in a mischievous smile. "The hat… and nothing else!"

 

I stood there frozen, hands still on my head, processing what she just told me. When I didn’t move or give any indication that I would move, Carrie folded her arms across her chest and shifted her weight onto her other foot.

 

"You heard me, Erica. Let's not waste any more time…  go ahead and strip naked!"

 

"But…" I started, even as I lowered my hands enough to bring my fingers to the top button on my sweater. "But… everything? You can't be serious!"

 

The taller girl only shook her head, adamant. "You have no idea how hard I worked to get an A in that class. Now you will have to fulfill your end of the bargain. I bought that nice hat for you, but it's all I'm going to allow you to wear."

 

"Oh," I replied, and turned around because I was blushing.

 

To my surprise, my fingers started quickly slipping the rest of the buttons through the little loops. When the front of the sweater hung open, I was able arch my back and pull the sleeves off my arms. I let the warm fuzzy fabric fall to the floor. Then I looked shyly over my shoulder.

 

Carrie only insisted, "Keep going."

 

Well, I had a long sleeved pullover shirt beneath my sweater. The bottom hem, I now gripped in both my hands and began tugging up, until my flat stomach and bellybutton was exposed. I was careful lifting this higher, over my face, trying not to knock the hat off my head. But it was a good fit, and I was able to remove my shirt completely without my hair moving out of place. Still, after dropping my shirt to the floor, I paused to check the mirror. Self-consciously, my hands reached up to cover my black A-cup bra.

 

"The arrangement stated that I could decide how you would be dressed," Carrie continued explaining, reminding me of the predicament I created for myself. "I chose a piece of clothing for you. We never said it had to be more than one article of clothing, right Erica?"

 

I turned around, bringing my hands behind my back at the same time. "Um, I guess. It's just that, I never expected I would have to get…"

 

"All nude!" my friend clapped her hands enthusiastically.

 

"I was going to say undressed," I returned, then unclasped my bra and threw it at her.

 

Covering my bare titties with my hands, I stepped out of my shoes, one at a time. I couldn't believe I was doing this, and that she was going to make me wear the hat without any other clothes. Shifting one arm up across my small breasts, I was able to reach down and find the buttons on my tight jeans. I really liked the way my ass looked in these jeans. I never thought I would be baring my ass tonight like this!

 

Shaking the denim down my slender legs, I let them crumple at my feet. Then I was able to essentially walk out of them, in just my socks and panties. I was standing right in front of Carrie, and felt so humiliated, yet also a thrill of excitement. So I turned around, allowing me to drop my hands and hook each thumb in the sides of my underwear. I peeled the black lacy things down my hips, under the curve of my bottom, and past my thighs. As they dropped further past my knees, I was able to raise a leg and gently tug the panties off the end of my foot.

 

When I had them off completely, I clutched the delicate fabric to my bald pubic mound. I turned around once more, naked, facing my friend.

 

But Carrie only pointed to my feet and said, "Take off your socks, too, Erica."

 

Well, what could I do? I had to let go of my underwear, although I still kept a palm over my pussy. Lowering myself to sit on Carrie's carpeted bedroom floor, I began to slowly peel off my red, blue, and green multi-colored socks. First my bare heel, and then my little toes came into view. As I tossed them aside, I looked around to see all my clothes scattered about the room. Once I was completely nude, I sat there with only the soft white hat on my head.

 

Pulling my knees to my chest bashfully, I hugged my bare legs and looked up at Carrie. "So… OK, you made your point and got me to take off my clothes. I guess this means we're not going to Christa's show. What… what are you going to do with me?"

 

That last part came out a little breathlessly, and involuntarily I glanced over to Carrie's bed. It looked rather inviting, picturing myself lying on the mattress spread eagle, wearing only this hat. But my friend merely walked around me, first stooping to pick up my two socks, and then the rest of my things. She gathered up my clothes, and I watched her place everything neatly on her dresser.

 

"On the contrary," Carrie said, looking at me from across the room.

 

A bit unsteady, I climbed to my feet, still cupping my hands over my hairless crotch. "What?"

 

"We are going to Christa's art show," the strawberry-blonde informed me.

 

I blinked and gasped, "We are?"

 

"As soon as you're ready, Erica. Now put your hands at your sides."

 

Still confused, and uncertain about what she had planned, I closed my eyes and did as Carrie instructed. I even arched my back and stuck my chest out a little, feeling my butt cheeks clench behind me. My heels were together, toes curled on the carpet. Carrie approached me softly.

 

"With your little pink flower and just your hat, you will look so adorable!" she said.

 

My little flower! Good grief, I was completely naked! The problem was, it wouldn't take much to make me horny, and then I was likely to go ahead with whatever crazy idea she had in mind. I kept my eyes closed and bit me lip, waiting to find out what would happen next. As I listened to her softly walk away from me, I opened my eyes.

 

Reaching the door to her bedroom, the young woman turned to me and said, "Come along now, we don't want to be late."

 

My boobs were feeling perky, and with the nipples growing fully extended, I didn't really bother covering them. So I arched up on my bare toes and started to walk forward, hands resting lightly on my slender legs. Carrie left the room, and I followed her into the hallway.

 

"Oh gosh!" I suddenly whispered harshly. "You're mother isn't still home, is she?"

 

Spinning around to face me, my friend paused and traced a finger around my bellybutton. "I don't know, Erica. We will just have to be careful…"

 

Now I was really nervous. While Carrie proceeded to march confidently down the stairs, I looked around apprehensively. I crossed my arms in front of my chest, fingers touching my bare shoulders. I wish I had more arms. Being totally nude, there was just too much of my pretty body to hide. She could have made me go topless, which would have been humiliating enough, because I am self-conscious about my small breasts. Or she could have made me go bottomless, if she just wanted to show off my ass. But instead, Carrie made me take off everything, leaving nothing to the imagination. I wondered how we were going to get away with this.

 

I suppose part of that curiosity helped push me forward. Unbelievably, I began descending the stairs, prepared to go out like this to our friend's art gallery. Lowering my eyes shyly, I quickly clasped my hands over my pussy.

 

In this fashion I slowly crept down the steps. Kind of hunched over a little, and my eyes darting this way and that. By the time I reached Carrie at the foot of the stairs, she had folded her arms impatiently.

 

"What's the matter, Erica? Put your arms at your sides," my friend commanded me.

 

I did as she asked, but did not look directly at her. Instead, I raised my eyes to the ceiling, although I could sense my nipples poking out, even quivering. I just stood there, naked, as she checked me out.

 

"That's a cute little camel-toe you've got going now," Carrie remarked. "Do you think you can stay closed like that all night?"

 

I gasped, "I… I don't know…"

 

My friend just smirked, admiring my shaved pussy, while I tried not to think of anything sexual. Finally, Carrie turned away and walked toward the kitchen. I thought maybe we should head straight for the front door in order to leave quickly. Oh gosh, I couldn't believe I was eager to walk outside without wearing any clothes! Well, except for my white hat.

 

"Come on," she called after me.

 

Reluctantly, arms hugging my body again, I followed her into the kitchen. Still no sign of Carrie's mother, so it seemed we were safe for the moment. But I noticed that the lights were brighter here than in the other parts of the house. Standing in the middle of the floor, I was completely on display! I spun around on my heel, which allowed her to see my well-lit bare behind.

 

"Isn't this fun, Erica?" Carrie giggled.

 

I looked shyly over my shoulder. "What? Are you kidding? I'm scared to death!"

 

"Can I tickle your bottom?" she asked.

 

Before I could say or do anything, my taller friend took a step toward me and closed the distance between us. She placed a hand gently on my butt cheek, and then ran her fingers lightly over my skin. Her touch was incredible as she traced a nail down my back. I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation, and lifted my arms away from my body. Carrie continued to teasingly caress my ass.

 

Leaning her head next to mine, she whispered in my ear, "You don't have a camel-toe anymore, do you…"

 

"No," I answered breathlessly.

 

I already knew my labia had unfolded, and my clit was sticking out.

 

"Good," Carrie said with a nibble on my earlobe. "I bet you're more relaxed, too. Do you want something to eat before we leave?"

 

Rubbing a hand over my stomach, I blinked and said, "No thank you, I don't think so…"

 

Now my naughty friend slinked away from her embrace and retreated to the table in the center of the kitchen. I turned around fully to see her selecting an item from the fruit bowl. She pulled out a long carrot, ribbed and juicy, with tantalizing bristles on the skinny end.

 

Immediately, I brought my hands to my mouth. What was she thinking! The last time I was naked in Carrie's kitchen, I had played with myself using a carrot. But that was a couple of years ago, when I was only seventeen. Waving the orange vegetable in front of me now reminded me of this, and I blushed in humiliation.

 

"Have a seat in that chair," Carrie gestured to the side. "And spread your legs wide open."

 

Well, my eyes went wide at the suggestion. Yet still, I found myself hurrying over to the black table chair with its floral print cushion. Sitting on the edge, I did as she asked, and wrapped my slender legs around the bottom. As I brought my hands up to squeeze my breasts, I felt my bare toes curl in anticipation.

 

Carrie stepped in front of me, and pointed the carrot right at my pussy.

 

"Oh!" I squeaked helplessly. "Are you going to masturbate me right here, before we go to the art gallery?"

 

The strawberry blonde crouched down, as if considering. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Erica?"

 

"No! I mean, yes… I mean, what if you make me cum?" I was so confused, and my rock hard nipples betrayed my emotions.

 

Carrie just smiled and placed the tip of the carrot against my pussy. I let out a small gasp, waiting for her to insert it all the way. My whole body trembled. This was so wrong, yet would feel so good! But before we could go any further, I suddenly heard the voice of Carrie's mother calling, approaching the kitchen.

 

"Are you two girls still here?" she was asking. "Aren't you going to be late for the show?"

 

My friend wasted no time standing up and retreating to the table with the fruit bowl. Completely naked, I bolted from the chair, hearing it scrape across the floor as my bare feet slapped over the tiles. I was just ducking behind the counter when Carrie's mother walked into the kitchen. Our eyes met, and I froze. Fortunately, I only had my head visible above the countertop.

 

"Hello, Erica," the red-haired woman said pleasantly. "What an adorable hat!"

 

I was blushing all over as I answered, "Um, yes, thank you… Carrie got it for me."

 

Turning to look at my friend, I saw that she was happily munching on the carrot. On the end that had so briefly touched my pussy lips. It was like she was indirectly eating me. The thought made me so hot and excited, I had to reache down with an arm and start rubbing my clitoris in a circular motion. I couldn't believe I was doing this, with Carrie's mother right here in the room with us!

 

"Let me see the rest of your outfit," she said, taking a step forward.

 

Even Carrie's eyes went wide, and she quickly intervened. "It's nothing special really. Just more or less what she had on when she came over tonight."

 

The woman looked at her own daughter and commented, "Well you certainly look nice. It's too bad Erica dressed down for the show… she might be embarrassed around those fancy people."

 

"I'll be all right," I squeaked, though making sure to keep my shoulders and the rest of my bare body below the counter.  

 

Suddenly Carrie started heading for the backdoor. "Hey, Mom, I thought I heard a noise last night… do you think the lock was broken?"

 

"Oh dear, I hope not!" her mother answered, moving closer to inspect the door.

 

I felt the cool air blow inside as my friend pushed the door open. While her mother had her back turned, checking to see if the lock or hinges had been tampered with, Carrie glanced over at me sharply. That was my cue to get going. Reaching up with my hands to make sure the hat was still in place, I took a deep breath. Then I sprung to my feet.

 

Oh gosh, I was so nude… but there was nothing I could do about it! If Carrie's mother turned around again, I don't know how I would explain this crazy situation. Well, certainly I didn't have time to dwell on the matter. Clutching my hands to my breasts, I tiptoed out into the middle of the kitchen, and then streaked into the hallway.

 

My toes found the carpet quickly, and I did not stop, but ran toward the front door. My cute little butt wiggled as I fumbled with the lock on the doorknob. I pulled the door toward me, and hastily slipped outside.

 

I dashed out onto Carrie's front yard, totally naked!

 

Thankfully, it was kind of dark out, so I don't think I could have been easily seen. I dropped my arms to my sides, letting my nipples extend fully and delighting in the night air enveloping my hairless body. Even if I cut a slim silhouette in the darkness, I thought it might be evident that I wasn't wearing a shirt. But looking around, I seemed that none of the neighbors were out. Although I did see some lights on in the houses across the street.

 

Moving quickly now, I found Carrie's car parked on the side of the street, since her mom's SUV was in the driveway. Of course, when I tried the passenger side door of the vehicle, it was locked. Frustrated, and not thinking clearly, I scampered around the front of the car to see if the driver's side was open.

 

Bouncing on my toes as I jiggled the handle, a car came speeding down the road in my direction. All I could do was turn my head to look across my shoulder, and squint in the bright headlights that flooded over my form. The car rolled by slowly, checking out my bare ass that was completely on display.

 

"Hey, baby!" I heard some young male voices call out.

 

Frightened, I ran around the rear of the car, back onto Carrie's property and ducked down behind the passenger side. My strawberry-blonde friend arrived at that moment, placing a hand on my back. 

 

"Erica, what are you doing?" she asked, as if she was amused.

 

Shivering slightly, I felt a familiar mixture of shame and excitement at being seen. I didn't answer, but waited for her to unlock the door for me. I eagerly climbed inside, though I sat with my legs spread apart and hands resting on my thighs.

 

Carrie got in on her side and quickly started the ignition. She cranked up the heat, which was welcome and felt really good. I reached forward and adjusted the vent in front of me so that the warm air was blowing directly on my shaved pussy. Pretty soon, I was purring like a kitten.

 

"Enjoying yourself?" Carrie checked the rearview mirror, then looked over at me and smiled.

 

"Oh, Carrie," I said with a bit of a whine. "I can't believe you did this to me!"

 

My friend grinned and asked innocently, "Did what?"

 

I was rubbing my pussy now as I answered, "You know… got me completely naked, and into your car… and, where are we going, again?"

 

"I told you, we are going to see Christa at her art show," Carrie reminded me.

 

Stretching my legs out fully, I tried to emphasize my nudity. "Oh, but… how are we going to do that?"

 

"I've got it all figure out," my buxom blonde friend said confidently. "Remember right after graduation, how we went to that ice-cream parlor and told the lady that you won an art scholarship as a nude model?"

 

My eyes went wide thinking about that episode. Turning on my side, I pulled my legs up onto the seat. My bare toes curled and I asked Carrie what she was thinking.

 

All she did was giggle, "It will be fun! Outrageous, but still fun…"

 

"Yes, but if I am to play the part of a model… then I have to act natural, and can't cover up! And I'm still very aroused. Won't that seem strange?"

 

With one hand on the wheel, Carrie reached over and traced a finger along the length of my erect nipple. "Well, you will just have to calm yourself down before we get there, or else people will just think you get turned on being a nude model."

 

"Oh gosh," I gasped. "That will be so embarrassing!"

 

Fortunately, we had some time before we reached the estate. I didn't think my condition would subside anytime soon. With Carrie so well dressed, and me stark naked, it was hard not to remain excited. But at least I had some time to collect my thoughts. We continued to drive down Main Street, and I was so preoccupied with my situation, I didn't pay any attention to the passing traffic. Whether anyone got a good look at me, I don't know, but it would hardly be more than a quick flash of my little titties.

 

Pulling onto a side street, we followed this around until it turned into a private road. Christa had given Carrie very precise directions, and she was easily able to find her way to the manor. Oh God, I hoped they didn't have valet parking! I could just picture some hot college-aged guy asking to take my coat, and then finding out I didn't have any clothes on at all! My pussy was already watering.

 

Carrie handed me a tissue, patting down my crotch. "Try to stay dry, Erica!"

 

I wish I could conceal the evidence of my arousal, but it was no use. My clitoris was enlarged, and because I am shaved bare, there was no hiding it. I just hoped nobody touched me there!

 

As it turned out, parking spots had been made available, and Carrie pulled in between two other cars. Two really expensive looking cars, and they were thankfully empty. Such high class, rich people would be here, I felt myself blushing. 

 

"OK, here's the plan," Carrie said suddenly. "I'll go in first and find Christa. Give me some time to explain to the host…"

 

"Wait!" I interrupted. "I thought we could go in together?"

 

The strawberry-blonde seemed to consider for a moment, but then said, "No, I think it is better this way. You need me to sort of break the ice, lessen the shock. Wait about five minutes, and then you can follow me inside. Now out of the car, Erica…"

 

"But… but," I stammered, all confused.

 

Carrie had already climbed out from behind the wheel, and stepped over to the passenger side. She opened the door wide, waiting for me patiently. When I crossed my legs, but otherwise made no move, she folded her arms across her chest.

 

"Really! I can't lock the car with you sitting inside," she explained. "And I'm not letting you have my keys!"

 

Somewhat persuaded by her forceful argument, I slowly turned around to face the taller girl. I gently stretched a slender leg out of the car, lowering my toes to the lawn that was neatly manicured. Then I pulled the rest of my body outside, hurriedly looking around to see if any other guests were near. I rubbed my elbows and shivered, but not from the cold. My pussy absolutely tingled.

 

Carrie closed the door behind me, and then I heard the beep of the electronic locks. Once more, she asked me to put my arms at my sides. When I did so, my nipples stuck out, long and hard. This made her giggle, before she stuffed her keys in her purse and began walking toward the large house.

 

"Don't get into any trouble!" she laughed as she threw her mane of red and golden tresses over her shoulder.

 

I just stood there and watched her vanish from sight. My arms, still dangling at my sides, trembled a little. Oh gosh, I was completely naked out here, and there was nothing I could do about it! In a moment of brief panic, I spun around and tried to jiggle the car door handle with both my hands. Of course, it was locked fast.

 

Five minutes, Carrie had told me to wait. I turned around again so I could lean against the car, feeling the door panel on my bare ass. Although I was nervous, I casually glanced at my wrist to check the time. But I wasn't wearing a watch! For that matter, I didn't have any jewelry, not even a necklace or earrings, either. I was so, absolutely nude… well, except for my hat.

 

I really wanted to touch my pussy, but thought better of it, folding my arms over my breasts. Already my lips were hanging out there, flapping in the cool night breeze. I figured if I at least dried up a bit, it wouldn't be that bad. Since I didn't know exactly what time it was, after another moment, I decided to head toward the mansion.

 

Walking through the grass, I found myself arching up on my tiptoes as I moved forward. Maybe with my lack of shoes, I was self-conscious about wanting to appear taller. Or else I feared the short blades of grass would tickle the bottoms of my bare feet too much. The result was that I left my cute little behind sticking out and wiggling with each step, as I clutched my hands to cover my tits.

 

As I approached the building, I wasn't sure what to expect. This was such a rich, stately place, that I wouldn't have been surprised to find armed guards frisking the guests as they entered. How embarrassing that would be, them in their uniforms and me strolling in totally bare. Of course, they would still have to pat me down, just to be safe… their hands roaming over my nineteen-year-old body… fingers spreading apart my pink labia and pressing my clitoris…

 

"Oh!" I gasped, realizing that I was about to get carried away with my fantasy!

 

Looking around, I saw that I had left the surrounding landscaped lawn and stepped onto the gravel and asphalt of the wide circle driveway. There were lampposts brightly lit along the way. Had I been about to masturbate, I would have been on full display for anyone watching from inside the house! Quickly, I cupped my hands over my bald crotch and skipped ahead toward the marble portico.

 

Thankfully, there was no one else around. No other guests arriving at the same time, and as it turned out, no guards armed or otherwise, stationed at the doors. Reaching these, I paused to admire their rich mahogany finish, running my hand along the surface. The doors had double brass handles and gold leaf trimming. This place really was fancy! Instinctively, I reached out to push the doorbell button.

 

Upon hearing the chimes ring out, I felt a sudden rush of embarrassment about this outrageous entrance I was about to make. Blushing all over, I scrunched down at the foot of the door, balancing on my toes while I hugged knees to my chest.  

 

As soon as I turned my head to glance over my shoulder, the wide doors opened.

 

"Yes, may I help… you?"

 

An older man, balding and with a thin moustache, stood in the doorway. He was wearing a black tuxedo and white gloves. At first, I imagine he had looked straight ahead, and it must have appeared no one was standing there. But it didn't take long for his imperious gaze to fall on my huddled form at his feet.

 

Before he could say anything, I popped up so I could stand and face him, arms at my sides. I don't know why I did this, but something in the back of my mind remembered that I was not supposed to act too bashful. So instead, my hard nipples stuck straight out, pointing accusingly at the gentleman. There was no doubt that I was excited. My chin trembled a little. I was so embarrassed!

 

He was actually quite a distinguished looking gentleman, very tall, at least a foot taller than me. Somehow I felt like a child beneath his authoritative scrutiny. This only made me spread my legs apart further and stand up on my toes, revealing everything. At least I pretended to look past him, as if I was searching for my friends in the room beyond. But I noticed as his eyes swept past my naked, nubile body, the man remained calm and collected.

 

"You must be the art model that the young lady was telling us about," he said, almost without any reaction at all. "Erica, I believe?"

 

As he arched a salt and pepper eyebrow, I wondered if he knew my secret, that this was all a ruse. "Um, yes, that's me. I'm Erica…"

 

"I would offer to take your coat, but…" the butler said smoothly. "May I take your hat, instead?"

 

Immediately, I reached up with both my hands to touch my soft white hat, the only piece of clothing I was wearing! "No… no, that's all right… thank you!"

 

He then turned from the doorway, and gestured for me to follow him. With his back toward me, I brought my hands down to cover my mouth in disbelief. I couldn't believe I was doing this! Here I was, in some stranger's very large home, and I was stark naked! What would the guests think of me? Well, I had no choice now, but to trail behind the gentleman on my bare toes, my cute little ass bouncing with each step.

 

I led down a brief hallway, and then turned a corner where I was shown into a sweeping ballroom. This was where the art gallery had been set up. The manservant left me on my own to walk through the wide-open archway. As I scanned the spacious chamber, I thought I counted maybe fifty or more people gathered about; mingling, engaged in conversation, or looking at some display of paintings.

 

There was a clink of wine glasses… oh no! And now I saw other young men and women dressed in white jackets and black trousers, the caterers walking around with cheese samples or other appetizers. My lip trembling, I stretched my leg forward to walk into the room. Leaving the rich carpet, my toes felt the coolness of the waxed hardwood floor, as smooth as my shaved pussy. I think I shuddered a little, and fought back the urge to have an orgasm.

 

Five steps into the fancy chamber, and it seemed all eyes fell upon me. There were some gasps, I think, but no one cried out. I took another step forward. My eyes were round as I turned my head, looking straight at people who were looking at me. And I was bare nude! My heart pounded in my chest, but I kept my arms at my sides. I didn't know how long I could stand everyone just staring at me!

 

Then Carrie rushed over to me, taking my hand, and said out loud, "Oh, Erica! You made it! Christa will be so pleased. Come with me, there's some people I want you to meet."

 

I said nothing, but allowed Carrie to drag me through the ballroom, passing groups of people who took note of my naked body. My free arm swung casually at my other side, although I had to clench my little fist. All the way toward the end of the chamber she brought me, where there was a huge fireplace and mantle. Our friend Christa was there, talking to a gentleman in a sports jacket and a ponytail, and maybe three other guests.

 

"Ah, the college Art model!" the man said, peering over the rim of round-lens tinted glasses.

 

My fingers drummed nervously on my bare thigh. I really wanted to move my hand to cover my pussy. But instead, I just let it sit out there, silky lips very pronounced. Reaching out my other hand, he took my fingers and kissed them delicately. All at once, I felt sexy and horny, and ashamed that I could do nothing to hide my aroused body parts.

 

"Delighted to meet you, Erica," he continued, but then suddenly dropped my hand so that he could make a frame with his thumbs and forefingers. "That is just too perfect! The way the hat sets on your head… your face… your figure… incredible!"

 

Remarkably, I managed to keep from having an orgasm right on the spot, despite blushing fiercely. "Thank you…"

 

The artist then turned to my college friend. "Christa, darling, why don't you have any pictures displayed with this exquisite model?"

 

It seemed it took a moment for Christa to speak, but then she answered, "I haven't actually painted Erica…"

 

"Well, this is a crime that most be corrected!" the eccentric man said with a gesture and flourish.

 

Just as quickly, he turned and darted off in a different direction. The other guests had also gradually dispersed, momentarily leaving me with my friends, Carrie and Christa.

 

"Oh… my… God!" the art student finally exclaimed. "I can't believe you did this! You're. like, standing here… in front of everyone… naked!"

 

"Carrie made me do it!" I said in self-defense, although the admission of being dominated only added to my humiliation.

 

The strawberry-blonde smiled, and walked around me, keeping her hands to herself in this public setting. "That's right, a bet's a bet, Erica. At least it seems, Garth likes you."

 

"Who's Garth?" I asked, looking shyly over my shoulder to see guests pointing at my ass.

 

"Garth Bucchanan… Only the hottest and most up and coming painter in the art world!" Christa said emphatically. "You certainly got him to notice you!"

 

I thought a heard a tone of jealousy in our friend's voice. Like maybe I was taking the attention away from her. Well, it wasn't my fault! It's not like I wanted to stroll into a public gallery totally nude. I clasped my hands behind my back, feeling helpless.

 

"Look at you, you're not even trying to cover up!" Christa continued, accusingly.

 

"But…" I started to try to explain this was just part of the act, and I had to go along with it.

 

Too late, the young art student stormed off to another side of the ballroom where her paintings were displayed. I had to admit, with her long auburn hair streaming out behind her, she looked adorable when she as angry. Especially in her short black skirt, tights, and glasses. Licking my lips, I secretly grazed a nipple with my finger. 

 

"Somebody's thinking dirty thoughts," Carrie teased, standing next to me and pointed at my crotch.

 

I looked down at myself and then back at my friend. "Ohmygosh, Carrie! My clitoris is sticking out of its hood! Can't I please cover up… maybe I could hold my hat in front of my pussy?"

 

"Now how would that look," the strawberry-blonde said, shaking her head. "You will remain wearing the hat… on your head! But now that you mention it, I am kind of thirsty."

 

At that moment, Carrie raised her arm and called over one of the catering staff, a handsome young man who had a tray of champagne glasses. All I could do was watch, with my hands at my side, as he approached to bring us our drinks. I did lift one leg a little, so I could rub my bare toes behind my other leg. When the guy stood right in front of us, I tried not to make direct eye contact. I was so embarrassed! But as Carrie took two glasses in her hands, I stole a glance to see he was looking up and down my body. As he slowly backed away, there was a definite bulge in his pants. I guess at least that made two of us erect.

 

"Here, have one of these," Carrie said, pushing a glass into my fingers. "You look a little overheated, Erica."

 

Instead of responding, I took a quick gulp of the champagne. It was delicious! Chilled and refreshing, and made me feel all tingly. Boy did my body respond! I arched up on my toes and tossed my head back, feeling my skin flush a nice rosy pink. My nipples were so hard, they pointed toward the vaulted ceiling above. Taking another sip, I did feel somewhat more relaxed.

 

"There, that's better!" Carrie giggled. "Now go ahead and mingle with some of the guests…"

 

As my friend turned to walk away, I reached out an arm, "Wait! Don't leave me!"

 

But the tall young woman just continued to move across the room, and I really didn't want to make a spectacle by chasing after her. So I was by myself again. In a room with almost a hundred people, and I was totally nude. It was like one of my biggest fantasies, but also frightening at the same time. I took another drink, emptying my glass.

 

Well, this was supposed to be an art gallery, I figured I might as well look at some paintings! I turned around slowly, knowing that everyone was watching me from the corner of their eyes. So I bravely began to walk the room, one arm cradling my other elbow, as I leisurely strolled over the floor on my bare toes. My butt cheeks clenched, feeling the stare of strangers looking at my ass.  One side of the room was not that crowded, and I gravitated in this direction.

 

I tried to appear interested in the painting in front of which I stood. Even bending down a little to get a closer look, although I'm afraid this only left more of my genitalia visible from behind. Straightening myself again, I rubbed the empty champagne glass against my lip.

 

"You look like you could use a refill," came the voice a woman looming up beside me.

 

She startled me, and I almost jumped. "Oh! I'm sorry… um, yes, that would be nice."

 

The lady was beautiful, tall and nicely figured, with jet black hair that fell over her bare shoulders, as she wore a strapless cocktail dress. She also had fashionable black-rimmed glasses, but these only contributed to her elegance, intelligence, and sophistication. At once, I felt intimidated being a silly naked nineteen-year-old college student. But she took my glass, and handed me a fresh drink, putting me a little more at ease.

 

"I can see why you were chosen for this assignment," she said while evaluating my body. "You carry your nudity with a natural grace, not often seen among models. Although it is not usual for models to exhibit such obvious displays of sexual arousal…"

 

My mouth hung open for a moment and I thought I would die of shame. "But… it's just… a little chilly in here, that's all!"

 

The woman, however, was not inclined to believe me. She reached out and ran her finger along the length of my very long, very hard nipple! I nearly dropped my drink to the floor.

 

"Mmmmm!" I closed my eyes and moaned.

 

With a soft chuckle of satisfaction, the lady continued, "It's all right, dear, I understand. I know why you did this tonight. You are really quite an ordinary girl. Wearing clothes, I can't imagine you ever standing out. Your breasts are too small, but when you are nude, no one notices and they compliment your petite frame. The erection of your nipples also helps compensate for the lack of size. And the shaved pubis, giving an unobstructed view of your most womanly features, makes you at least an interesting subject. But fully dressed, you are hardly more than a little girl."

 

I stood there the whole time with my eyes closed, fighting back tears. It was so humiliating to be addressed like this. The truth in what she was trying to say was so hard. I wasn't a model at all. Just an ordinary girl seeking attention. But the odd thing was that her talking about me this way also turned me on! I kept hoping this strange beautiful woman would continue to caress my breasts, maybe finger my pussy, or even spank my bottom!

 

And then a male hand on my shoulder caused me to open my eyes.

 

"Erica!" said the artist known as Garth. "I would like to speak with you for a moment."

 

Taking a sip of my champagne, I looked hesitantly at the woman who had been critical of me. She gave a small nod of her head, a brief smile, and then offered to take my half-empty glass.

 

"I suppose she may have some potential," the lady said with cool regard before turning to walk away.

 

With both arms now dangling at my sides, Garth lifted his hand to gently cup my little chin. In this way, he proceeded to lead me across the room, in full view of everybody! All I could do was follow after, bare feet slapping over the hardwood floor. He took me to another painting, which he explained in great detail.

 

Then the man turned to me and said, "You have such a delightful figure, Erica! Yet also possess a vision of erotic beauty. Really, it's a quality I have not found in a model in a very long time. I would like you to sit for me…"

 

"Um, I don't know," I stammered, blushing. Clasping my hands behind my back, he got a good long look at my tits and pussy. "You really want me to pose for you? But where, when?"

 

"Next week," Garth explained, "I have been invited as a guest instructor at the local high school. I would like you to model for the students in the advance art class. You might even thinking of it as a home coming, of sorts."

 

My eyes went wide at the very thought. He was expecting me to return to my old high school and participate in a life drawing class? The idea made me shiver, and I had to plant my feet flat on the floor with legs shoulder-width apart, to keep my balance. This of course left my bare labia hanging out. But I was more worried, what if some one found out, who knew that I never received an art model scholarship to college?

 

"OK, I'll do it," I said softly, although I could hardly believe the words were my own.

 

Part of me realized that my concern about being discovered was probably unnecessary. I mean, it had been a year and a half since I graduated, so who would remember? And what did it matter if I got a scholarship or not, since this artist had chose me to be the model. Maybe the students would think I just needed the money.

 

"You will be well compensated," Garth said to my agreement, as if he was reading my mind. "The only request I ask is that you bring that adorable hat. It is perfect on you!"

 

I blushed at the compliment, blushed thinking about all those horny students seeing me. I imagined there would be boys and girls in the class. This well-known and important artist then took down my phone number, and I felt like a schoolgirl who had been asked on a date. Biting my lip, I moved closer to him, wondering if he wanted to have sex with me, or if he knew I was a virgin.

 

Just like that, then, Garth said he would contact me later in the week to confirm. He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before heading off to engage another group of guests in the ballroom. I was a little breathless, and somewhat dizzy from the champagne. Spotting Carrie's mane of strawberry-blonde hair, I ran stark naked through the gallery, breasts and bottom bouncing.

 

"Carrie! We have to go now," I said, clutching the arm of my friend.

 

She had been entertaining a group of old men, and they certainly didn't mind the opportunity to view me up close.

 

"What's the matter, Erica?" she grinned.

 

Pulling her aside, I whispered, "I feel like I'm going to explode! If we don't leave now, I'm afraid I'm going to do something really embarrassing…"

 

Carrie paused to consider for a moment, and then glanced in a direction toward the center of the room. "There was an interesting piece of abstract sculpture on a pedestal over there. Kind of phallic shaped, smooth and hard. You could probably use that object to get yourself off…"

 

"Please don't make me do that!" I squeaked.

 

My friend regarded me, taking a moment to brush her fingers down my hair that stuck out of the sides of the white hat. "But you would do that, wouldn't you, Erica? If I asked you to, you would play with yourself in the middle of the room, in front of everybody… even using a piece of decorative art."

         

I could already feel an orgasm building between my legs as I answered, "I don't know. I think so…"

 

"That is so hot!" Carrie giggled, and took me by the hand. "OK, let's go home."

 

Amazingly, I did not climax during the ride home. Although my skin felt so alive, I couldn't banish the memory of all those people seeing me naked. I touched myself quite a bit, but still did not cum. We arrived at Carrie's house well after her mother had gone to bed. My friend waited patiently as I got dressed again, and then drove me straight to my house.

 

I ran to my bedroom and stripped down. Atop the comfort of my sheets, I masturbated furiously, in a variety of positions, multiple times. Biting my pillow to stifle the screaming orgasms, I spent the whole night thinking about Garth and modeling for my high school. In the morning, I had to shyly bring my sheets to the laundry-mat.

 

*          *            *            *            *

 

It was on a Thursday of the following week that I had to prepare for my appearance. I was thankful to be in between college semesters, and didn't have any classes. But the days couldn't go by fast enough! I was so excited, and scared to death. Finally, I had to confide in Carrie that Garth had asked me to pose for him, for real. She of course thought it was an awesome idea, and said she wished I had done something like this when we were still in school. I just hoped she didn't tell anyone else.

 

Unsure of how to dress for a life-drawing class, I simply put on some jeans and a jacket, and sneakers that would be easy to slip off. And I wore the soft white knit hat, which had been how Garth insisted on wanting to paint me. As I checked my reflection in the window of the car, I realized that I didn't look much different from the students. Hopefully, I would at least pass for a senior.

 

It was a bright sunny day, uncharacteristically warm upon my arrival at the school. I had brought a large empty tote bag, slung over one shoulder as I walked briskly up to the building. Finding myself on familiar school property, a flood of memories washed over me. I had to pause at the doors, thinking about the many incidents that had occurred, bringing me such shame and pleasure. God, I hoped no one remembered me! I grabbed a pair of sunglasses just to be sure. 

 

The first thing I had to do was report to the main office. I moved quickly, passing students and faculty without a remark. It was the middle of the day, as the advanced art class was scheduled in the afternoon. Making my way to the door, I stepped up to the wide desk that ran the width of the room.

 

"Is it too bright in here?" the secretary asked when she finally looked up and noticed me. "Please don't wear sunglasses indoors, young lady."

 

Fumbling to get them off my face, I said nervously, "Oops… sorry! It was just, you know, very sunny outside."

 

"And what were you doing outside?" she continued to eye me suspiciously, "when you should be in class?"

 

I realized that this secretary thought I was a student! "Oh, I don't go to school here… I attend the local college. Today, I am assisting Mr. Buchannan."

 

"Really," the lady answered, either unimpressed or not believing me.

 

I looked apprehensively over at the door to the Principal's office, which was closed. If anyone would remember me, especially how I graduated, it would be him. After a moment of tense, awkward silence, the secretary told me I could find the art class up on the third floor.

 

Thanking her, I collected my bag and shuffled back into the hallway. The bell had rung, and now students were sweeping through the corridor. I started to press my way through the crowd, figuring that I would have to mix with them as I went up the stairs. But then I remembered I wasn't in a hurry to get to class. I could wait until the next period started and it was quiet, and take my time.

 

Standing with my back to the wall, I watched the boys and girls make their way through the school. So many memories, thinking back to just a few years ago. Suddenly, some guy came walking over, and leaned against the wall next to me. He was taller than me, and I thought maybe he was seventeen or eighteen-years-old. Easily, he could have been in only a class or two lower than me.

 

"Hey," he said, when I didn't look in his direction.

 

I wanted to ignore him, but finally answered, "Um, hi…"

 

"Hey," he repeated, bobbing his head up and down. "You just transfer here?"

 

Oh thank goodness this guy didn't recognize me! As such, and feeling more confident, I replied, "I'll have you know, that I am a college student."

 

"No shit?" he said, eyeing me up and down. "Like a student-teacher or something?"

 

That actually made me giggle, and I told him, "Something like that. I'm actually here to help a guest instructor, Garth Buchannan."

 

"Oh, cool, up in the art classroom! I can show you how to get there…"

 

I was about to tell him that I knew the way, but then realized that I need not divulge that I had gone to school here. So I motioned with my arm for him to lead the way, and together we headed for the stairs. Along the way, I learned that his name was Bradley. When we reached the third floor, the classroom was only a couple of doors down the hall. I expected him to depart company to go wherever else he needed to be. But to my surprise, he followed me right into the room.

 

It was then that I noticed he carried a large sketchpad. Looking inside once I stepped through the doorway, I saw the class was packed, thirty-five or forty people maybe. And Bradley was one of the art students! Anxiously, I lifted my hands to adjust the white hat above my brow.

 

"Cool hat," the young man commented, before he went to find an available seat.

 

I let my gaze drift to the other side of the classroom, and there found Garth chatting with some of the other young men and women in the class. He was wearing a black turtleneck sweater, with his round tinted glasses and ponytail, looking totally hip. Seeing me enter, the artist waved me over.

 

"Erica! I'm delighted you could join us," he called out. "I was wondering when you would show your pretty face."

 

Blushing as I crossed the distance between us, I mumbled, "Didn't expect the class to start so soon…"

 

"Oh, I've had a great turn out all day," Garth explained. "A lot of interest from this school. But the other classes were not as exciting as this one will be. I think we have some truly talented artists in this room."

 

He then introduced me to the class, and I gave a little wave. I reminded myself that I shouldn't act too shy, especially as I was about to bare all. Considering that, I looked about the crowded classroom, and then turned to the guest instructor.

 

"Um, Garth, is there some place I can go… to get ready?"

 

The man arched an eyebrow curiously, and said, "Well, if you would like to freshen up, or need some privacy, I believe the girls restroom is outside, further down the hall."

 

"Oh, but…" I brought my hand to my mouth in surprise. "That would mean walking all the way back here. Isn't there any accommodations in the classroom?"

 

Garth seemed at a loss for words, but a girl in the front row corner nearest to us spoke up. "There is a supply closet behind you. It's not very big, it's where we keep smocks and easels and stuff. I think there's a mirror in there."  

 

I immediately turned around and spied a door in the corner of the front of the classroom. With my bag in tote, I hurriedly opened it up and stepped inside. For a minute there, I thought I was going to have to strip in front of the entire class! Although perhaps this was not much better. Reaching up, I pulled on a string, which turned on the single light bulb above. It was pretty cozy in this closet all right, but I did have some elbowroom.

 

The first thing I did was to remove my sneakers. I found a little stool that I was able to sit down on and pull the shoes of my feet. I wasn't wearing socks today. Placing my footwear at the bottom of the bag, I stood up again so I could take off my light jacket. With this discarded, I nimbly went to work on the buttons of my shirt. One, two, three, they were undone, allowing me to peel the fabric off my shoulders.

 

I didn't bother to wear a bra, either, so I was now topless. Feeling my nipples harden in the relatively warm room, I thought, Oh God it's happening already! But I had given my promise, and so biting my lip, I proceeded to pull down my pants. These, along with my shirt and jacket, I folded and placed in the tote bag. One more item, and I would be nude.

 

Shaking my head, I thought, how do I talk myself into these things! Self-consciously, I rubbed my stomach, tracing a finger around my bellybutton. My tummy, while fluttering with butterflies, was slim and sexy so I had nothing to worry about. But I really wished my breasts were larger. These high-school girls had bigger tits than me! Taking a deep breath, I slowly lowered my underwear, letting them fall to my bare ankles. I then stepped out of them, reached down, and tossed them into the bag.

 

On the back of the closed door was hung a full-length mirror, just like the student said. I blushed seeing my naked reflection. Instead of looking at my bald pussy, or checking out my ass, I crouched down a little so that I could make sure my hat was on straight. I guess I did have a pretty face. And the hat did look adorable. So, after taking a deep breath, I pulled the door slowly toward me. Just open enough to stick my head out in view of the class.

 

"I'm…. I'm ready, Mr. Buchannan," I said softly.

 

"That's good," Garth answered with a smile. "I believe you have kept us all waiting in breathless anticipation!"

 

That got an appreciative chuckle from the class. It also made me lower my own eyes, and I think I was blushing. Had to act natural, I kept reminding myself, as I stood up on my toes. Finally, I pushed the door all the way open so I could walk out into the front of the classroom.

 

I walked out, with arms at my side, completely naked. Full frontal nudity. Immediately I was aware of my nipples sticking out. I tried not to make direct eye contact with any of the students. There was a gasp, I think, and then maybe a giggle? I must have been hearing things. They would all be very polite. This was the advanced art class after all. But these were still hormone driven teenagers. And I was just a regular nineteen-year-old girl, standing here bare ass nude.

 

Turning around to face Garth, everyone got a look at my cute little bottom. I didn't know how a model was supposed to act! Should I be more discreet? I really felt like a student who had just taken off her clothes and ran into class. Which is exactly what I had done. All I could do now was stand there with my ass on display, showing the teacher my tits and hairless pussy.

 

"Where would like me to go?" I asked, breaking the stillness of the room.

 

Garth took a moment to answer, almost as if he had to clear his throat. "This seat will do, Erica."

 

He indicated a black-cushioned stool set up in the front of the classroom, not more then five feet before the first row of students. As I turned to walk over to take my place, I noticed him wash a hand over his face. Was he nervous? I sat down, and crossed my legs demurely.

 

"Erica is a nude model at the college," Garth stepped forward to address the class. "She is very… gifted. This is simply the way she expresses herself, the setting in which she is most at ease. Even though we will be working on just a portrait today, I trust you will all keep your focus and not let your eyes wander…"

 

As the students chuckled and giggled, my own eyes went wide. A portrait! Then he had never intended for me to pose in the nude! That was why Garth insisted that I wear the hat! Ohmygosh, I had just stripped naked and was totally bare in front of these high school students for no reason! I didn't know what to do… I couldn't get up and run, but I was so embarrassed! This must have been quite a shock for the class.

 

"Chin up," Garth said gently as he moved to my side and lifted my head a little higher.

 

His glasses lowered on the bridge of his nose, I looked into his eyes briefly, and then stared straight ahead. He then asked that I bring my fingertips to my shoulders. When I didn't move, the artist took my hands and positioned them accordingly. I believe my nipples grew even longer as he touched me!

 

"I'm sorry, Erica," Garth then said crouching in front of me. "I didn't expect you to give us the full treatment today… but I need to pose you correctly to give the best vantage point for the students. May I?"

 

My lip trembled a little, but I made no sound. At least, I did not protest, which the teacher took to mean I did not refuse. He put his strong hands on my bare thigh… it felt so good! But then Garth reached down and took my foot and little toes in his other hand. Very lightly, he lifted and uncrossed my legs. He separated them, my legs spread apart, letting my heels rest on the foot of the stool. I still had my hands frozen, fingertips touching my shoulders. Garth put his hands on my slim waist, pulling me closer to the edge of the seat.

 

He stood up, turned back to face the classroom. I was left sitting there with my long nipples protruding, my pussy open, and clit sticking out! I thought I would die of shame. But to these students, it was all in the name of art, so I just played along like this was perfectly natural.

 

Almost numb, I could barely hear the sounds of pencils being scratched across sketchbooks. I guess it was good they were just focusing on my face. Maybe I could try to relax a little. But after a while, Garth would stand behind me, placing his hand on my bare back, making me stay sitting straight. His touch heightened the awareness of my nudity, making me wet. I hoped the students in the front row didn't notice the moisture collecting on the black cushion between my legs. They would think I was a slut! Some of them probably already did, since I had totally shaved my pussy.   

 

I tried not to concentrate too much on my nudity. But as my eyes roamed across the room, I couldn't help but catch a knowing smirk or a wink, or even a disapproving frown. Yet all the while, the students continued to work. There were some using pencil or chalk, some painting on canvases. A couple of times, Garth would turn my head at a different angle, but always leaving my body as it was, on complete display. The remainder of the class, he would walk around instructing, making points about light and shadow, which I eventually lost interest in. All I knew was that I wanted to cum!

 

Finally, after I don't know how long, the students began to gather their things and leave the room. Was it over already? I think my mind had drifted for most of the period, lost in an erotic daze. Now, I was afraid to move, that I might show more evidence of my arousal. I did relax my arms a little, bringing them down, but still sat forward with my tiny tits sticking out. The boys and girls walked past me on their way out, thankfully, none of them stopping to chat with me. Not even Bradley.

 

When it was only Garth and I left in the room, I bounced to my toes and rushed over to the artist. My pointy nipples quivered in anticipation, my pussy puckered out waiting to be played with. I reached out to bring my hand to his chest, but he caught my wrist firmly.

 

"You are not a nude model, are you, Erica…" he said softly.

 

Eyes wide, I blushed from head to toe. Just like that, the ruse was over. He saw through everything. No loner a fine art model, I was now just a nineteen-year-old college girl without any clothes on. Oh God, I was so embarrassed because if it weren't for this act, he would not be seeing me completely naked!

 

"What… what do you mean?" I asked, trying to hold together a shred of dignity.

 

Garth smiled, he was not angry, maybe only disappointed. "You put up a good front last week, Erica, no pun intended. You really carried yourself well. I never intended for you to pose nude in front of these students, or I would have asked you directly. But your willingness to be naked, and your body's reaction, lead me to believe this was all experimental for you."

 

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "It's not like that…"

 

Putting a finger to my lips, he said, "It's all right. You were very brave to go through with this. And I'm sure the students were able to capture some incredible emotion on your face. I'll leave you some time to yourself, so you can get dressed, and…"

 

His voice trailed off. I think he meant if I wanted to be alone to masturbate, he would give me all the privacy I needed. That was thoughtful of him, but also very humiliating! I guess he understood. I watched as he collected some things, and then left the classroom. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and let out a sigh.

 

"Hello, Erica!" came a female voice I recognized from college.

 

It was Christa, standing in front of me! She was dressed in a black sweater and designer jeans. Her long auburn tresses fell about her shoulders, as she peered at me through sleek glasses perched on her cute little nose. She looked preppy, but also kind of hot. Or maybe it was just me, standing here naked. I rubbed my arms, brushing the toes of one foot behind my bare leg.

 

"Christa! What are you doing here?" I asked in surprise.

 

The college art student folded her arms and continued to evaluate my body. "Well, Erica, I was told that you would be coming to the high school today, to show off in front of Garth again."

 

"No! He invited me to come…" I squeaked, and immediately clasped both hands over my pussy, seeing her eye my engorged lips accusingly.

 

"And did you?" Christa asked, referring to the play on words.

 

I shook my head shyly. "No… not yet."

 

The young lady smiled and said, "Then this should be interesting."

 

I could only watch as she started to walk around, to the corner in the front of the classroom. She found the supply closet door and disappeared inside. A second later, she returned, holding my tote bag.

 

"Are these all your clothes?" Christa moved in front of me. She was not much taller, but at least she had shoes on!

 

"Yes, please…" I started to reach out for the bag.

 

Christa pulled my belongings away and instead said, "Take off your hat."

 

"My hat?" I asked, reaching up my hands to touch the soft knit cap. "But Carrie got it for me, and I like it. And it's… the only thing I'm wearing!"

 

"Only thing you were wearing," Christa corrected. "Now take it off!"

 

Well, I didn't want to take my chances getting her upset. She already suspected I had been stealing all the attention from her. I pulled the white hat off my head, and swept my arm down to hold it in front of my crotch. With my other hand, I brushed out my hair, shaking loose my brown locks. Except for my eyebrows, the only hair on my body.

 

Christa held open the bag with the rest of my clothes. "Drop it in here."

 

I did as I was told, truly discarding my last article of clothing. Now I felt my exposure and embarrassment was complete. I let my arms fall to my sides, showing all my pink parts.

 

"Look at the size of your clitoris, Erica!" the girl gasped. "But Carrie is right. You do look adorable when you've been stripped and left totally naked."

 

Her words reminding me of my erect clit, I could feel it sticking out of its hood, and I separated my legs slightly. Rolling my eyes toward the ceiling, I couldn't bear to look at her seeing me like this. I really just wanted her to touch me, and bring me to sweet orgasm.

 

Suddenly, I heard the sound of her footsteps… walking away! I lowered my eyes to watch Christa drift toward the open classroom door. For a moment I froze, uncomprehending that she was taking my clothes with her. Then I cupped a hand over my pussy, and tiptoed after the young lady.

 

"Christa, no!" I whispered. "What are you doing?"

 

She did not answer, but proceeded to walk right out into the hallway, my bag slung over her shoulder. It was late in the day, probably the last period, if I recalled. Many of the Senior students would have gone home. The corridor was momentarily deserted, and with this being the Art wing, not too many students would be roving about. I brought my other arm across my breasts, to hide the erection of my nipples, leaving the classroom completely bare.

 

"Come on, Christa, this isn't funny…" I pleaded, my feet cold on the floor.

 

The college girl turned around so she could face me, while walking backwards. "Oh, this isn't about a prank, Erica. This is about… revenge!"

 

Anxiously, I looked over my shoulder. Then I ran nude down the hallway. It was hard, trying to keep myself covered, but I had to run just to keep up. I could feel my bottom bouncing playfully, as my unfolded labia wiggled in the palm of my hand.

 

"What's the matter," Christa stopped to tease me. "Don't you want to stay in the classroom and wait for Garth to return? Or maybe someone else will come along and want to play with you. Are you afraid more people will get to see your nude little body?"

 

"Yes," I answered, approaching the girl shyly.

 

Christa walked around me slowly, placing a hand on my smooth ass. "But just a little while ago, you were sitting naked in front of fifty high school students, with your legs spread open."

 

"But I was only pretending to be an art model," I tried to explain. "If I'm caught now, running through the school like this, I will have no excuse. It will be so embarrassing!"

 

The twenty-year-old girl came to stand in front of me again. She took my arms in her hands, gently moving them out of the way, and I didn't give much resistance. She cupped one of my small firm breasts, easing her thumb across the elongated nipple. I closed my eyes and gasped with pleasure.

 

"So you're really not an exhibitionist, Erica? You truly are shy and bashful," She was actually playing with my tits in the middle of the school hallway. "But it turns you on, too!"

 

"Uh-huh," I confessed, wishing she would lower her fingers and finish me off.

 

And then, she stopped touching me. I opened my eyes to see Christa smiling, as she backed away, further down the corridor. I just stood there, naked and desperate, with everything hanging out.

 

"Come on, Erica, I want you to streak the high school!"

 

With that statement, the auburn-haired college girl waved the bag and jogged past some empty classrooms. I had no choice but to follow her! I mean, she had all my clothes. Not really covering up, I had one hand resting lightly on my tummy while my other arm flailed at my side, bare feet slapping over the tiles. She rounded a corner, and as I reached the edge of the wall, I hesitated.

 

This hallway had rooms with closed doors. I wasn't sure, but there could be classes going on inside. Christa was careful to be quiet, and she slowed her pace to stroll casually down the center of the corridor. The tote bag swung merrily at her side. Glancing over her shoulder, she winked at me from behind her sexy glasses.

 

I hurried to try to catch up with her. Why couldn't she just give me my clothes back? Or at least let me run around in my underwear. Halfway through the corridor, Christa dashed to one side, toward one of the rooms. She peered through the rectangular window for a minute, and then to my surprise, she pushed the door wide open.

 

I heard voices coming from the classroom! At the last second, I jumped over to the wall, on the same side as the open doorway. My ass was pressed against the cold metal lockers and I arched up on my bare toes. Arms held straight at my sides, I spread my fingers in shock. Then I heard a male teacher talking to Christa.

 

"I'm applying to start my student teaching here," she explained to him, standing just a few feet away from me, in front of the door. "Could you tell me which way is the Main Office?"

 

There was a titter of laughter from the students, and then the teacher replied, "Well the Main Office is on the first floor, Miss. On the other side of the building. Would you like me to send a student with you to show you the way?"

 

Ohmygosh! As I stood there right outside the classroom, my nipples pointed out like darts. No, no… they were sticking up at the ceiling, they were so hard! And I was getting wet down there, too!

 

"Um, that's OK," Christa finally said. "I think I can find my way."

 

The teacher then answered, "All right, but you can leave the door open. We've finished our exam in here."

 

I watched as the college girl waved and began moving down the hallway again. Inside the room to my left, I heard papers shuffling, desks and chairs moving about. Christa turned around and beckoned me with a finger. I shook my head silently. But she only grinned, waving the bag of clothes in front of me.

 

Thinking back, I probably could have turned around and gone the other direction. But that seemed like it would take too long, and I might run into more people. Besides, I had to follow Christa. It was like since she had all my clothes, she controlled me. If I sidestepped across the hall, the class might see my bare behind. So I faced forward and grabbed my tits and chased after Christa.

 

Fortunately I don't think anyone heard the naked girl running past the open classroom. I certainly didn't stop to look back! I couldn't believe I was running through my old high school in the middle of the afternoon, naked as the day I was born. All my bits were waving in the air, and danced excitedly as I rounded the corner and nearly crashed into Christa.

 

She put her hands on my slender hips and held me at arms length. "School is going to let out soon, Erica. Maybe we should make a trip to the Main Office, and pay the Principal a visit!"

 

"No!" I squealed. "He already caught me naked, on the day of Graduation. I can't imagine what he would think if he saw me in college now, but still nude!"

 

Christa regarded me curiously, even raised an eyebrow. "Um, that sounds like a fun story I have to hear. Maybe we could keep chatting in the hallway until the bell rings. Then all the students will scramble to their lockers and find you waiting here…"

 

"No, please!" I squeaked again, moving closer so that my toes touched her shoes.

 

"Wow, Erica, you're really turned on by this," she observed. "Catch me if you can!"

 

With a sudden bound, the auburn-haired girl spun around and ran. I tried to make a grab for the bag, but she was too quick. My lunge carried me forward, and I was left with no choice but to continue running after her. Feet slapping and little tits bouncing, the breeze over my pussy was incredible! I streaked the entire length of the hallway, watching Christa disappear down the stairs.

 

I was really nervous now, as I headed onto the steps approaching the lower floors. This was no longer streaking a single corridor. I mean, I was running through my old high school stark naked! Even in my younger days, I had never done anything this outrageous. The sound of my feet echoed in the stairwell, as I heard the other girl racing all the way to the ground floor.

 

When I bolted out into the open, I saw there were some people further down the hall. I had to get my bearings… one way would lead to the cafeteria, another to the offices. Just in time, I rounded a corner, and found Christa standing there with my bag of clothes.

 

"What's down this way, Erica?" she asked, as if she expected a tour!

 

Running a hand through my hair reminded me that I was no longer even wearing a hat. "Ah, um… this way leads to the band room…"

 

"Cool!" the art student exclaimed and continued down the hallway.

 

Fully nude, I followed after. "Christa, wait! They're probably rehearsing…"

 

Indeed, as I moved closer, I could hear the sounds of instruments playing. Sections of pieces, and then the music would stop. The band instructor would have them go over the music again, or he might ask for only one instrumental section to play. Then they would all play together. There must have been thirty or forty students in the room, combined from all classes, Freshmen to Seniors. Although most Seniors usually skipped band practice. Ohmygosh, that meant fourteen-year-olds would see me naked!

 

Christa, seeing me approach and my apprehensive expression, thought it would be funny to try her lost student-teacher stunt again. When there was a break in the playing, she walked into the classroom with my clothes. I heard her apologize for interrupting as she asked for directions.

 

"I need to report back to the Main Office," she was saying.

 

"Billy, show this young lady to the office," the band instructor said, sounding annoyed.

 

"Sure thing!" came a young excited voice, since after all, Christa was a pretty cute twenty-year-old.

 

I looked around in panic. Across the hall was the door that led to the auditorium. I didn't think I had many options… Hopefully, there wasn't an assembly going on! Before I spent too much time thinking about it, I ran to the wall on the other side and pulled open the heavy black door. 

 

Inside, the auditorium was dark and quiet. The only light was up on the stage. I took a moment to catch my breath. My heart was beating wildly! As a placed my hand to my chest, I couldn't help but squeeze one of my breasts. Oh how I had often wished my tits were bigger, so that I could suck on my own nipples. Before I knew it, I was running a hand down my body, making myself hotter and hotter…

 

"Erica, are you in here?"

 

At the sound of the voice coming from the opening door at the back of the large room, I ran forward and climbed up onto the well-lit stage. I ran out into the center, remembering how the hardwood floor felt beneath my little bare feet. The memories of my high school graduation sent shivers up my spine. Standing nude on the raised platform, I watched as it was only Christa who entered the auditorium.

 

"You look so cute up there!" she called out, running down the aisle to the foot of the stage. "I ditched the kid, telling him I could find my own way."

 

"Is it… is it safe?" I asked biting my fingers nervously as I crept toward the girl.

 

Christa shrugged her shoulders, "As safe as it's going to be…"

 

I walked over and sat down, letting my legs hang off the edge of the stage. Christa took my foot in one of her hands and began caressing, tracing her fingers around my toes. Her touch made me excited, and I lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling… my hard nips pointing straight up. She spread my legs apart, and I let her see my excited pussy.

 

"Do you remember the time when your died your hair red, we made you strip on stage at the college Performing Arts Center?" she asked.

 

How could I forget! Thinking about that episode, I pulled my legs up onto the stage, and rolled over to lie on my stomach. I was stretched out nude along the width of the edge and rested my head on my folded arms. Christa was able to rub her hand down my naked back, and felt my tender behind exposed under the lights.

 

"What a hot little bottom you've got, Erica!" She giggled and continued, "Do you remember how Alicia's music was making you masturbate? But Lisa wouldn't let you finish…"

 

Flustered and horny, I rolled over on my back, arms at my sides, hoping that Christa would touch my front. "Yes… yes, I remember."

 

"Well, I want you to cum for me, right now!" the art student said suddenly. "Carrie told me that you squirt when you orgasm, and I want to see!"

 

"Oh!" I gasped. "But why? Why here… why now? It will be so embarrassing!"

 

Christa took a step away from the stage, and it almost looked like she was going to take a front row seat. "Let's just say you owe me, Erica. Now start playing, or you won't get your clothes back!" 

 

I had to admit, the blackmail added to my humiliation, but also turned me on. Propping myself up on one arm, I brought my knees up a little and began stroking my pussy. I kind of wanted someone else to do this to me, but it looked like I would have to give a solo performance. Amazed out how puffed out my smooth pussy lips were, I wasted no time rubbing and probing and…

 

"Oooh!" I started to moan aloud in pleasure.

 

My fingers worked the parts of my body I had come to know so well. Twisting my nipples, then running a hand down my stomach to my pubic mound. I couldn't believe I was doing this alone, in front of Christa! I slapped my bald pussy getting it nice and wet. Then I was able to insert two fingers, while manipulating my clitoris with my thumb.

 

"Ah, ah, ah!" I was getting very vocal, and my cries echoed through the auditorium.

 

"Do it on the stage!" Christa said excitedly, referring to the uncontrollable orgasm I was about to have.

 

While lost in my self-pleasuring, I somehow managed to hear the girl's instruction. I spun around on my butt and positioned myself so that my open legs faced the back of the stage. Now I lifted my feet high in the air, which was the most frequent way I would ejaculate. It was just a matter of repeatedly working my fingers in and out, harder and faster, as my body quivered in ecstasy.

 

And then it happened. I let out a stream of girly juice that squirted in an arc across the stage, droplets falling on the waxed hardwood platform. For a minute it seemed, I just bucked my hips and bounced on my naked ass, experiencing multiple orgasms.

 

"That was awesome!" Christa laughed as she climbed up onto the stage. "Wow, Erica, you got to return to your old high school and cum all over the auditorium stage! I think you should leave it as a surprise for the band that will be here soon for after school rehearsal."

 

Blushing, and feeling very ashamed, I asked, "Where are my clothes?"

 

"I left them in the band room," Christa smiled. "But don't worry. The band members will be joining us shortly. I suppose you could sneak in once they leave the classroom, or wait until they file into the auditorium and see you in all your glory…"

 

I stood up on shaky legs and had to lean on the college girl for support. Because of the way I had positioned myself, I actually didn't get much on my inner thighs. My clit was sticking out, and there was maybe a pearl drop of cum at the bottom of my pussy, but that was it.

 

Christa looked at my crotch for a moment, and then said, "Oh, Erica, here… you can have this!"

 

She reached behind her back and pulled out the knitted white hat that had started this whole mess! Since it didn't go with her outfit, I guess, she was willing to return it to me. I took the hat thankfully, and immediately lowered it to cover my shaved pink vulva. It actually felt kind of nice down there.

 

"Now go run through the back door," Christa advised me. "Head around the corner, and you will be able to slip back in the classroom while the students enter here through the side door."

 

That made sense. It was funny though, her giving me directions, when I was well familiar with my former high school. I found the steps that led off the stage, still keeping the white hat placed over my pussy. As my feet hit the auditorium floor, I heard the first few voices coming from behind the black theatre curtains! I quickly ran down the center aisle, although it was actually running up an incline toward the back doors. There was giggling behind me, but I didn't turn to look over my shoulder.

 

Rushing out into the school's main lobby area, I found a crowd of students pressing to leave the building! Had the last bell rang already? I guess it had, since that was why the band students were heading into the auditorium. And all the other students, those who didn't have after-school activities, the whole high school it seemed, was on their way to leave the building!

 

I don't know if I was noticed at first. Most of the student body was focused on the exit, not on the auditorium and my emerging body. Keeping my back against the wall, I stood up on my toes, holding that hat in front of my crotch. But with my bare legs, flat stomach, and pink nipples pointing out, there was no mistaking I was naked. I held my breath and sidestepped toward the edge of the wall, hoping no one would approach me, or I wouldn't run into anyone.

 

It was when I rounded the corner that I heard the shouts and whistles. Sure, now everyone waited to see my bare ass! Oh God, this was so embarrassing! They would have no idea that I was a model for an art class today, and an unnecessary nude model at that! And with my slim, petite figure, I was as likely to be considered a high school student rather than a nineteen-year-old young woman. Maybe they would think I was a sophomore who got her clothes stolen.

 

My feet slapping down the hallway, I hurried into the band room without thinking. More so, because I wanted to find cover, as I didn't know if anyone was chasing after me. I was grateful to see the room had indeed emptied out, silent except for the clutter of chairs, music stands, and open instrument cases. I dropped the hat and walked fully nude over to the teacher's desk, where I saw Christa had conveniently left my tote bag.

 

What was she thinking! It was a good thing that the band teacher didn't send some student to bring it down to the Main Office. On the other hand, maybe that's what Christa was hoping. Shuddering at the possibility of the thought, I reached down and began to pick out my clothes. Once I was dressed again, I let out a sigh of relief. I pulled on the white hat, glad to have it back on my head, instead of as a shield to hide my pussy.

 

As I walked down the hallway, swinging the empty bag at my side, I remembered all the adventures I had here during high school. I guess this was just one more to add to my exciting collection of memories. Hopefully, I wouldn't be returning to the school any time soon!

 

THE END