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 �>�Amy and the Doctor by Mindy Sparks TheSparkZone

   Amy and the Doctor - Part 1

   The teacher said, "Amy, it's your turn to come up to the front of the
class and read your report."

   I reluctantly picked up the report from my desk and slowly walked to the
front of the classroom.  I nervously raised my report, but when I saw all
the eyes of my classmates upon me, I was unable to speak.  An
eighteen-year-old senior in high school shouldn't be this deathly shy, but
a severe lack of self-confidence pretty much destroyed all of my social
skills.

   Even though I've been told that I have a really cute face, I've never
been on a date or kissed a boy.  I have a couple of close friends, but most
of the kids in school don't even know I exist.  However, the popular girls
know me very well because they love to bully me.  One of those girls is
Tiffany, the captain of the cheerleaders, and she was in the classroom
staring right at me.

   The teacher said, "Amy, either read your report or you'll fail this
assignment."

   I said, "I'm trying Mrs.  Ashford, but I have trouble talking in front
of people."

   Mrs.  Ashford said, "If I knew of a way to cure your shyness, I'd share
it with you, but unfortunately I don't."

   Then Tiffany blurted out, "I heard that if you read your report in your
underwear, you won't be nervous."

   Mrs.  Ashford said, "No, Tiffany.  I believe the saying is...if you
picture your audience in their underwear, you won't be nervous."

   Tiffany countered, "This isn't a saying.  There's documentation on the
Internet confirming that addressing a crowd in your underwear helps you
overcome shyness."

   Some of my other classmates quickly chimed in and said that they'd read
it, too.  Madison, who is one of Tiffany's followers, added that the top
teachers in the country were using this method with great success even
though she knew the idea was completely fabricated by Tiffany. 
Unfortunately for me, my classmates were very convincing and Mrs.  Ashford
bought into Tiffany's stupid suggestion.

   My heart began racing when Mrs.  Ashford said, "Well, if it's on the
Internet, it must be true."

   I pleaded, "No, Mrs.  Ashford.  Please don't listen to Tiffany.  She's
making it up!"

   Tiffany confidently said, "If you don't believe me Mrs.  Ashford, you
should look it up for yourself."

   Mrs.  Ashford turned to Tiffany and said, "The class is only an hour
long.  We don't have time to look it up.  You're a good student and captain
of the cheerleaders, so if you say it's true, then I believe you," and then
Mrs.  Ashford looked at me and said, "Amy, please remove your clothes."

   I shrieked, "Remove my clothes?  Here?  In the classroom?  In front of
the boys...and everybody?"

   Mrs.  Ashford said, "Yes Amy, take off your clothes.  Tiffany was nice
enough find a solution to your problem so the least you can do is give her
solution a chance.  Now hurry up and take off your clothes.  We don't have
all day."

   I whimpered, "But...but Mrs.  Ashford, I can't take my clothes off in
front of the class.  Please don't make me take my clothes off."

   Mrs.  Ashford sternly demanded, "Quit your whining and strip!  The class
is waiting Amy."

   When I refused to budge, Tiffany offered, "Amy looks like she needs some
assistance.  Should we help her?"

   Mrs.  Ashford gave Tiffany an approving nod, so Tiffany, along with two
big football players named Chip and Doug, walked up to the front of the
classroom.

   I pleaded, "Please Mrs.  Ashford, don't let them pull my clothes off in
front of everybody," but Mrs.  Ashford said, "I'm sorry Amy.  You've wasted
enough of our time.  Now we have to take matters into our own hands."

   Chip held my hips while Doug grabbed my wrists and lifted my arms up
over my head.  Once I was immobilized, Tiffany looked at me with a
mischievous grin and pushed my T-shirt up.  Doug let go of my wrists one at
a time so that Tiffany could get my T-shirt off, but then he grabbed my
wrists again and continued holding my arms up in the air.

   Tiffany stepped aside so that everyone in the classroom could see my
bra. My sandy brown hair is only shoulder length, but Tiffany brushed it
back to make sure that everybody had an unobstructed view of my little
white bra.  Luckily I wasn't wearing a see-through bra, so my nipples were
hidden.  However, it was still humiliating to lose my shirt in front of all
my classmates.

   My breasts are only medium sized, but the bra sort of pushed my boobies
together.  It created the illusion that I had a lot of cleavage to offer,
which the boys really seemed to enjoy.  I'm also a petite girl, only five
feet tall, so I don't know why it took two football players to hold onto
me. Regardless, Doug continued holding my arms up while Chip hung onto my
waist.

   Tiffany said with an arrogant tone, "Now it's time to pull your pants
down!"

   Tiffany began by raising each of my legs and removing my sandals.  Then
she held up one of my legs by my ankle and dragged her long red fingernails
up and down the sole of my bare foot.  My body twitched in agony as Tiffany
tortured me relentlessly by tickling my foot.

   Tiffany giggled and said, "I think it's so cute when a helpless girl
gets tickled!"

   Mrs.  Ashford sternly said, "Amy is not a play-toy for your amusement,
Tiffany.  You have a job to do, so do it!"

   Tiffany meekly replied, "Yes, Mrs.  Ashford," and released my foot.

   After removing my sandals, Tiffany kneeled down in front of me, reached
up and unzipped my pants.  Then she unbuttoned my jeans so that they hung
open in front of me.  Before continuing, Tiffany moved aside to make sure
that she was not blocking anyone's view.  She wanted everyone in the
classroom to watch me lose my pants.

   Then a guy yelled out, "Look, I can see her pussy hair!"

   Tiffany added, "Well, you sure can," and then Tiffany began combing her
long red fingernails through the little patch of girl-fur that was exposed
above the elastic waistband of my skimpy white cotton panties.

   I was mortified as the football players held me in place while the rest
of the class watched Tiffany play with the little bit of pussy hair that
had escaped from my skimpy undies.  Then Mrs.  Ashford urged Tiffany to
continue with the task at hand, so Tiffany moved her hands to my sides and
placed her thumbs deep into the waistband of my tight jeans.  As Tiffany
ever so slowly slid my pants down, I sensed that something was terribly
wrong.  Unfortunately, it wasn't until my pants reached mid-thigh before I
figured out what Tiffany was doing to me, right in front of all my
classmates.

   I began screaming, "Stop Tiffany, stop!  You're pulling my panties down,
too," but Tiffany didn't bother to stop until my pants were completely
removed from my legs.

   Then Tiffany saw my little undies entangled within my jeans and she
sarcastically said, "Oh dear, Amy.  You were right.  I did accidentally
pull your underpants off," and then she giggled as she stepped back so that
everyone in the classroom could see my light brown pussy hair.

   I was mortified.  All I had on was my little bra and I was being held in
front of the class with my neatly trimmed hairy triangle out in the open
for everyone to see.

   Thankfully, Mrs.  Ashford came to my rescue and said, "Tiffany, please
put Amy's panties back on her immediately."

   Tiffany said, "But Mrs.  Ashford, if giving a presentation in your
underwear is an effective cure for shyness, then wouldn't it be twice as
effective if she gave her presentation in the nude?"

   Mrs.  Ashford sat there for a while pondering the question as she stared
at my nearly naked body.  Unfortunately, the entire class was staring at my
nearly naked body, too.  While Mrs.  Ashford took her time making a
decision, my smooth legs, soft pussy hair and flat tummy remained exposed
for all of my classmates to carefully examine.  I was totally humiliated
and I thought that things couldn't get any worse, but they did.

   After what seemed like forever, Mrs.  Ashford finally replied, "Well, I
suppose you're right, Tiffany.  Go ahead and remove Amy's bra, too."

   I was still held tight by Chip and Doug as I begged, "No, Tiffany. 
Please don't take my bra off.  I'll be completely naked," but everyone else
in the classroom started yelling, "Yes!  Go for it," so Tiffany gave me an
evil grin and unhooked my bra.

   She slipped my bra off and I was now totally nude in front of the entire
class.  I could feel the eyes of my classmates scanning every inch of my
soft tanned skin as I was held in place and forced to let them study my
bare body.  It was truly the most embarrassing moment of my life!

   Tiffany reached out, squeezed my full firm breasts and said, "Wow,
they're even bigger than I thought they'd be."

   Next Tiffany tweaked my nipples and said, "You've got some nice pink
puffies, too!"

   Tiffany began making soft circles with her fingertips over my delicate
pink nipples, which really embarrassed me because she giggled and said,
"Look everybody.  Amy must like it when I touch her titties because her
nipples are poking out nice and hard," and then Tiffany stepped aside,
pointed at my nipples and emphasized, "See?"

   Everyone sat in silence for a moment, gazing at my bare breasts and hard
nipples, and then one of the guys in the class yelled, "Touch her pussy!"

   Tiffany looked me in the eyes, smiled, and then she began sliding her
hand down the front of my bare body.  Her fingers softly caressed my flat
tummy before pausing momentarily to gently tickle my belly-button. 
Finally, Tiffany's fingers reached the light brown curly hair between my
legs.

   There was silence in the classroom as Tiffany slowly raked her long red
fingernails through my exposed pussy hair.  I assumed that Tiffany's goal
was to playfully humiliate me, but I started getting extremely nervous
because each time Tiffany's hand made a downward motion, her fingers
reached further between my legs.  My body shuttered when her fingertip
finally made contact with my pleasure place.  Tiffany managed to elevate my
humiliation to an even higher level by splitting my pink pussy lips with
her finger and rubbing back and forth.  She even massaged my little clitty,
which sent chills of delight throughout my body.

   Then Tiffany looked up at me and loudly stated, "You must really like
this because you sure are getting wet down here, Amy!"

   My face turned crimson red because now the whole class knew that Tiffany
was actually getting me excited.  I took a deep breath the next time
Tiffany reached between my legs because it appeared that she intended to
slide her finger into my wet waiting pussy.

   However, Mrs.  Ashford stopped her by commanding, "That's enough,
Tiffany.  Everybody take a seat and let Amy get up on the desk so she can
read her report."

   I squealed, "Up on the desk!  Why do I have to get up on the desk?"

   Mrs.  Ashford said, "Because you're short and I want to make sure
everyone can see you.  Do you need Chip and Doug to help you get up there?"

   Not wanting those guys touching my naked body again, I quickly said,
"No, I can do it myself."

   I turned away from the class and placed one knee up on the desk while my
other foot remained flat on the floor.  This put me in an awkward position
because I was bent over with my butt sticking out and my legs spread.  I
looked over my shoulder and saw the boy in the front row gawking at me.  A
wave of humiliation flowed through my body because I knew that the boy
could see everything I had to offer.

   Pulling myself up onto the desk left me elevated on my hands and knees
at the front of the classroom with my bare ass pointed right at my
classmates.  In my vulnerable position, they could even see my pink pussy
lips from behind.  There were snickers and catcalls from both the guys and
the girls as I finally rose to my feet and faced the class.

   I put one hand over my hairy triangle and held my paper in front of my
breasts, but Mrs.  Ashford said, "Hold your paper up higher and put your
free hand at your side."

   From the expression on her face, Mrs.  Ashford looked like she was
enjoying the sight of my nude body just as much as my classmates were.  My
medium sized breasts, puffy pink nipples and sandy brown bush were now all
completely exposed to everyone in the classroom, but I still couldn't
speak. I kept thinking about the boy in the front row that was looking
right up between my legs and gawking at my bare pussy lips.

   Mrs.  Ashford said to me, "Class ends in a minute.  If you don't finish
your report, we'll have to do this again tomorrow."

   Then I looked to my left and noticed that the door leading to the
hallway was wide open.  I was so nervous that my paper started shaking,
which made it even harder for me to read.  Unfortunately, I only managed to
mumble two sentences before the bell rang.  In no time, the hallway filled
with students and my classmates quickly crowded around the desk, making it
impossible for me to get down.

   There were guys all around me.  As I stood on the desk directly in front
of them, my bare butt and light brown pussy hair were right at their eye
level.  It allowed the boys to thoroughly examine the most private and
intimate places on my young tight body.

   More students began filing into the room for the next class as a crowd
gathered in the hallway to get a glimpse of me standing there naked on the
desk at the front of the classroom.  The boys started touching my bare
flesh, tickling my butt crack and running their fingers through the soft
curly hair between my legs, and I was powerless to stop them.  I looked to
Mrs.  Ashford for help, but she just sat back and smiled as if she was
amused by the whole situation.  Tiffany was standing next to Mrs.  Ashford
and she had a look of superiority on her face as she watched me suffer the
humiliation of being naked in school!



   Amy and the Doctor - Part 2

   With all of my classmates gawking at my bare body, I panicked and
started screaming, "Mom!  Mom!  Help me mom!  Please help me mom!"

   My bedroom light came on and my mom rushed into my room.  I threw my
blanket off and my thin T-shirt was drenched with my cold sweat.  My mom
sat on my bed and put her arm around me.

   She asked, "Another one of those dreams, huh?"

   I said, "It wasn't a dream.  It was a nightmare!"

   She said, "Are you sure?  It looks like you were dreaming about boys. 
Your nipples are poking out and there's a wet spot on your underpants."

   I blushed and said, "Stop it, mom.  You're embarrassing me!"

   My mom hugged me and crawled into my bed next to me.  We cuddled until I
fell asleep in the safety of my mother's arms.

   Before I left for school the following day, my mom suggested that I talk
to someone about my nightmares.  I was totally against the idea, but my mom
insisted.  My mom has always been very good to me so I decided to honor her
wishes and talk to a therapist.

   The following evening, my mom found a doctor in a social network on the
Internet.  There was a picture of the man wearing a lab coat in front of
what appeared to be a hospital and that was enough to convince my naïve
mother that the man was a legitimate doctor.

   I said, "Really, mom...you expect me to talk to a doctor that you found
in a social network?"

   My mom replied, "I can't ignore the fact that you keep having dreams
about being stripped by your classmates, rendering you helplessly naked in
school.  Besides, the doctor is very good looking!"

   Against my better judgment, I agreed to talk to the psychologist. 
Unfortunately, I had no idea that the doctor was going to make my dreams a
reality!

   I was stripped by my classmates, rendering me helplessly naked in
school...at least that -(TM)s what happened in my dream.  After suffering a
series of these nightmares, my mother decided it was time for me to see a
psychologist.  My mom found a doctor in a social network on the Internet.
There was a picture of the man wearing a lab coat in front of what appeared
to be a hospital and that was enough to convince my naïve mother that the
man was a legitimate doctor.

   I love my mother, but she has lower self-worth than I do.  My mom has
been pushed around by men all her life, beginning with her stepfather.  She
tells stories of how her stepfather would pull her pants down and spank her
for misbehaving, even if she really didn -(TM)t do anything wrong. 
However, her stepbrothers never received that type of discipline and they
got in trouble all the time.

   After having her pants pulled down and her bare bottom spanked, my mom
was forced to stand in the corner with her pants down for up to an hour. 
She would receive this type of punishment even if there were guests in the
house.  My mom said that after being spanked and sent to the corner, her
stepbrothers, her stepbrothers' friends, her cousins and even the sons of
her parent -(TM)s friends would constantly walk by to get a look at my mom
with her pants down.

   If my mom tried to cover up, her stepfather would spank her again and
make her stand in the corner even longer.  Therefore, she had no choice,
but to stand there with her pants around her ankles and allow the boys to
look at her bare butt.  My mom was a teenager when her stepfather moved in,
so it was really embarrassing for my mother when her stepbrothers -(TM)
high school friends were allowed to see her with her pants down.

   When it got to the point that the neighborhood boys were hanging around
the house just to watch my mom get punished, my grandmother stepped in and
put an end to it.  My mother's stepfather left home shortly thereafter and
the punishments finally ended.  Unfortunately, by then my mom was the
laughingstock of her high school.  When I used to get in trouble, my mom
would threaten to implement the same type of punishment on me, but I acted
so terrified of anyone seeing me with my pants down that she didn -(TM)t
have the heart to follow through with her threat.

   The abuse continued for my mother after she got married.  My father
impregnated my mom when she was only sixteen-years-old.  When my mom was in
her twenties, my father began blaming my mother for tying him down and
ruining his life.  My father never hit my mother, but he sought his revenge
by publicly humiliating her, which in my opinion was even worse.

   It all started one night when my dad's drinking buddies came over to our
trailer home.  My dad told my mom to serve his friends their drinks, but
she refused.  This made my father angry.  Then one of my dad's friends said
that if his wife stood up to him the way my mother stood up to my father,
he would force his wife to serve the drinks topless.

   My father got a gleam in his eyes and told my mother to remove her
shirt. When she refused, my father demanded that she take her shirt off or
he would kick her out of the house.  I remember hearing my mother beg him
not to make her bare her breasts to his friends, but with the threat of
being homeless, my mom gave in and slipped her shirt off.  Then my mom
removed her bra, but held her hands over her bare breasts in an attempt to
hide them from my dad's drinking buddies.

   I couldn't resist opening my bedroom door a little bit so I could see
what was going on.  My dad seemed to really enjoy watching my mom work as a
topless waitress.  She was red-faced with embarrassment as she tried to
hide her bare boobs with one hand while serving drinks with the other. 
Unfortunately, my mom -(TM)s breasts were too big for just one hand and
they spilled out in the open for everyone to see.

   After everybody left, I silently sat in my bedroom and waited to hear
what was going to happen next.  I expected an argument, but my dad told my
mom that he was never so proud of her.  He said that my mom made him feel
like a king the way she showed off for his friends.  It was a thrill for my
father to watch his friends get so excited from seeing my mother's perfect
breasts.  Then my mom and dad disappeared into their bedroom and I heard
the bedsprings squeaking for quite a while.

   My dad's friends began dropping by every Friday night.  My mother
appeared to tolerate being a topless waitress in order to make my father
happy, but after a while, watching my mother bare her breasts to his
drinking buddies didn't thrill him the same way it did the first time.  My
father determined that he needed to increase my mother's level of
humiliation in order for him to get as excited as he did the first time he
watched my mom appear as a topless waitress.

   The following Friday night, my dad gave my mom some new bikini bottoms
to wear instead of jeans.  My mom put them on, but after she looked at
herself in the mirror, she told my father that she couldn't go through with
it.

   My mom said, "You can't expect me to wear these in front of your
friends. The front is so small that my pussy hair is peeking out and it
barely covers my butt in back."

   Unfortunately for my mom, my father found the bikini bottoms very
enticing and insisted that my mom wear them when she served drinks.  My
mother complied with his demands, but she was mortified to be in a room
filled with men while wearing practically nothing.  And if that wasn't bad
enough, my father soon grew tired of the bikini bottoms and found something
even more revealing for my mother to wear.

   The following Friday, my dad forced my mom to perform her waitress
duties clad only in a pair of tiny see-through panties.  The panties were
so small that some of her butt crack hung out in back and the material was
so sheer that the men could see her hairy triangle through the front of the
veil-thin panties.  My mother was horrified when she entered the room
because my mom felt like she was wearing nothing at all.

   Having all those men gawking at my mom's nearly naked body totally
embarrassed her, but eventually my dad even grew bored of seeing my mom in
the skimpy panties and imposed even more humiliation upon her.  He decided
to turn my mother into a French Maid.  My mom was very nervous about this
arrangement because all she was allowed to wear was a tiny black apron
trimmed in white lace and a matching hat.

   My mom examined her outfit, and then she turned to my father and begged,
"This is going too far.  Please don't make me wear this French Maid
costume. Everyone will be able to see my bare butt."

   My dad sternly replied, "I'll tell you when it has gone too far.  Now
quit whining or you'll be showing more than just your ass!"

   I remember peeking out of my bedroom door that night and watching my dad
collect money from his group of friends, which seemed to grow larger every
week.  The guys cheered when they first saw my mom in the French Maid
costume because her big boobs and bare butt were completely exposed.  It
was embarrassing for my mom to display her breasts and butt to the guys,
but her face really turned red when she -(TM)d bend over because her little
apron would fall away in front exposing her sandy brown bush from the
sides.

   My mom tried to hide from the guys, but they'd always find a reason to
make her bend over.  Then they'd move into a position where they could see
what my mom was trying to hide under her apron.  My mom looked like she was
mortified and my dad didn't seem to care about her feelings at all. 
However, he did show his appreciation after his friends went home.

   Finally the day came when my mom had nothing left to offer except total
nudity.  She was so nervous that she could barely deliver drinks to the
men. Knowing that her full firm breasts, light brown bush and smooth round
butt were on display for everyone to see made it difficult for her to
function as a waitress, but she managed to make it through the night.  As
usual, my father expressed his gratitude after his drinking buddies left.

   I went to bed in tears after seeing my mother humiliated in front of my
father -(TM)s friends because I was afraid it would happen to me.  When I
asked my mom why she did it, she said it was the only time my dad paid any
attention to her.  She also admitted that over time she learned to enjoy
having a roomful of men lusting after her because it made her feel pretty
and desirable.

   I told my mother that I peeked out of my room and it didn't look like
she was enjoying herself.  I said that it looked more like she was nervous
and embarrassed.  My mom replied that being nervous and embarrassed is what
made it thrilling.  She said I was too young at the time, but she hoped
that one day I would understand why she did it.  She also hoped that some
day I would get the chance to experience the thrill of being naked in front
of a group of strange men, too.  I -(TM)m older now, but I still don -(TM)t
understand.  I'm also certain that I would not find the experience
thrilling at all.

   Even after everything my mom went through to please my father, he left
my mom to marry a stripper.  My mom was distraught, but she said that she
had no regrets.  However, I had plenty of regrets.  Remembering how scary
it was to see my mom completely nude in front of a roomful of men is a
major reason why I -(TM)m so fearful of having my body exposed to a boy. 
My dad left me with emotional scars that will probably haunt me for the
rest of my life.  His actions could also be the cause of my nightmares.

   My mom thinks she can replace my father by throwing herself at every
handsome man that comes along.  It thrills my mom to flirt with men and
tease them with her great body.  My mom is a beautiful woman so I don
-(TM)t understand why she feels that she has to make herself so available
to men, but she claims it makes her happy because she feels wanted.  I
guess my mom has spent her whole life having her body exposed to men, so it
feels natural to her.

   My mom loves the attention she gets when she shows off for a man. 
However, I am the complete opposite.  Since my mom grew up only receiving
attention from men when her body was put on view, she is now conditioned to
believe that men are only interested in her when she flashes for them.  I'm
even embarrassed when my mom flashes men in my presence.

   When we go grocery shopping, my mother will wear her shortest skirt. 
Then she will bend over to look at items on the bottom shelf when she knows
a man is looking at her.  My mom's skirt will ride up in back, exposing her
panties to the man.  After giving the man a nice long look at her
panty-clad butt, she will continue shopping and act as though she didn't
even know the man was there.

   On one occasion, my mom told me to wait for the pizza delivery man while
she took a shower.  When the man arrived, my mom walked into the room with
a towel wrapped around her head, and nothing else.  She stood there for a
long time with her breasts and bush completely exposed for the man to
observe.  Then she apologized, stating that she didn't know the man was
there.  When she left the room, she treated the man to a clear view of her
smooth round butt.

   My mom has a history of undressing in front of the window when the
mailman delivers the mail.  She also likes to sunbathe when the neighbors
are mowing their lawns.  My mother wears the tiniest bikini bottoms and
when she unties the back of her top, she always manages to accidentally
flash her bare breasts to the men watching her.  It gives my mom a huge
thrill when she thinks a man is getting excited because she showed him a
little skin or casually revealed her panties to the man.  I, on the other
hand, am deathly afraid of a boy seeing me without my clothes on, which is
why my mom contacted the doctor.

   When I saw the way my mom was looking at the handsome doctor -(TM)s
picture, I was afraid the doctor was going to be my mom -(TM)s next target.
Then my mom discovered that the insurance she gets from her job at the
local discount department store does not cover counseling.  I was relieved
because I really didn -(TM)t want to see the doctor anyway, but my mom sent
the man an e-mail.  In her message, she told a sob story of how she was a
single-mother raising a teenaged daughter in a trailer home on the
outskirts of town.  Because of her circumstances, she hoped the doctor
would cut her a deal.

   The doctor said that most counselors charge seventy dollars per hour. 
However, he made house-calls allowing him to reduce his fee since he didn
-(TM)t have the overhead of an office and receptionist.  The doctor offered
a rate of fifteen dollars a session provided my mother paid in cash.  My
mother was thrilled and jumped at the offer, but I was leery of the doctor
-(TM)s motives.  However, I decided to honor my mother -(TM)s wishes and
agreed to see the doctor.



   Amy and the Doctor - Part 3

   When I saw the way my mom was looking at the handsome doctor's picture,
I was afraid the doctor was going to be my mom's next target.  Then my mom
discovered that the insurance she gets from her job at the local discount
department store does not cover counseling.  I was relieved because I
really didn't want to see the doctor anyway, but my mom sent the man an
e-mail.  In her message, she told a sob story of how she was a
single-mother raising a teenaged daughter in a trailer home on the
outskirts of town.  Because of her circumstances, she hoped the doctor
would cut her a deal.

   The doctor said that most counselors charge seventy dollars per hour. 
However, he made house-calls allowing him to reduce his fee since he didn't
have the overhead of an office and receptionist.  The doctor offered a rate
of fifteen dollars a session provided my mother paid in cash.  My mother
was thrilled and jumped at the offer, but I was leery of the doctor's
motives.  However, I decided to honor my mother's wishes and I agreed to
see the doctor.

   The doctor arrived on a Friday evening and he was driving a Chevy Aveo.
It was a fairly new car, but it wasn't the type of car I'd expect a
successful doctor to drive.  He introduced himself as Doctor Hefferton and
he took a seat on the couch next to me.  My mom settled into a chair
directly across from us.

   The doctor had a warm smile and a caring demeanor, but I still had
trouble opening up to him.  Doctor Hefferton is a very handsome man in his
early forties who claims to be one of the top psychologists in the area. 
He also said that he specializes in sexual abnormalities, so my mother
thought I was in the best hands.  However, he didn't have any credentials
backing up his claims and it wasn't easy for me to talk about my innermost
feelings to a complete stranger.

   The doctor said, "Why don't you tell me what's bothering you."

   I couldn't speak, so my mom opened up and gave an explanation of what
was troubling me.

   My mom said, "Well, Doctor Hefferton, my daughter is having problems
that are sexual in nature," and then she smiled at the doctor.

   The doctor smiled back and said, "Please Mrs.  Wilson, call me Bob."

   My mom's face lit up and in a flirty tone, she responded, "Okay,
Bob...and you can call me Debra!"

   As I said before, my mom is a beautiful woman.  She's thirty four years
old and stands about five-foot-four.  My mom has sandy brown hair like mine
and she's on the slim side, but she has full round breasts and a firm butt.
We've been told that we look more like sisters than mother and daughter,
but I wish my mom would act her age instead of mine.

   My mom was wearing a short jeans skirt and an off-white knit shirt.  The
outline of her bra was visible through the tight shirt, but it was
obviously a flimsy bra judging by the way her nipples were poking through
the thin material.  Her legs were crossed and she was dangling her sandal
from the end of her dainty little foot.  My mom's short skirt had ridden up
dangerously high, but with her legs crossed, the doctor could not see her
panties.

   The doctor said, "Please continue, Debra."

   My mom said, "Well, as you can see, my daughter is a very cute girl with
a terrific body."

   The doctor looked at me and said, "Yes, she's quite attractive," which
made me blush.

   My mom continued, "But she's an eighteen-year-old senior in high school
who's never been on a date, and she keeps having dreams that her classmates
are pulling her clothes off and leaving her naked in school."

   The doctor said, "Hmm, interesting," and then he turned to me and said,
"Have you ever been naked in front of a boy?"

   I replied loudly, "No, never!"

   The doctor said, "Can you tell me about one of your dreams?"

   I blushed and couldn't speak, so my mom said, "It's okay, Amy...you can
tell him.  He's a doctor."

   The doctor said, "Let's just give her some time to get comfortable," so
my mom opened a bottle of wine.

   After the doctor and my mother finished their second glass of wine, they
were much more relaxed, but I was still nervous and afraid to speak. 
Unfortunately, after having a few drinks, the doctor and my mother were
even more anxious to hear me describe one of my dreams.  I finally gave in
and reluctantly told this story.

   Tiffany is the most popular girl in school and she loves to bully me. 
One day after gym class, Tiffany and her cheerleader friends began taking
their shorts and T-shirts off right next to me.  They were all wearing
skimpy lingerie that looked like it was purchased from Victoria's Secret.
There was cleavage spilling out all over the place and their G-string
panties barely hid anything at all.

   Even though it was just girls, I was afraid to take my clothes off in
front of them.  Maybe I was embarrassed because I was wearing plain white
cotton panties and a simple white bra, or maybe I just didn't trust those
girls.  Regardless of the reason, I decided that I would wait until Tiffany
and her cheerleader friends were in the showers before I began undressing.
Unfortunately, as the girls started removing their bras and panties, they
noticed that I was still fully clothed.

   Tiffany said, "Look girls, Amy's afraid to take her clothes off.  I
think she needs our help!"

   By now, all of the girls were stark naked as they turned their attention
to me.  I was surrounded by bare flesh, perky breasts and perfectly
manicured pussies.  Since the girls were all cheerleaders, they were strong
with firm bodies, and I was no match for the five of them.  The girls
pulled my T-shirt and shorts off in no time, and then they pulled my bra
off.  One of the girls actually broke the clasp on my bra when she pulled
it off, which was very upsetting because it forced me to remain braless for
the rest of the school day.

   After pulling my panties off, the girls dragged me into the shower with
them.  I stood under the shower while the girls began laughing and
playfully rubbing soap all over each other's naked body.  The girls aren't
lesbians, but they certainly act like they are.

   The cheerleaders took turns soaping up each other's ass, making sure
they ran their fingertips up and down one another's butt cracks.  The girls
also made sure that their breasts were nice and clean, paying close
attention to their pretty pink nipples.  Considering the girls barely had
any pussy hair at all, they sure spent a lot of time shampooing each
other's pleasure zone.

   Suddenly Tiffany noticed that I was just standing there so she ordered
the girls to clean me up.  Tiffany instructed her cheerleader friends to
wash my face and the girls began lathering up their bare titties.  The
cheerleaders proceeded to clean me up by rubbing their soapy breasts all
over my face.  Every one of them dragged their hard nipples across my lips
and a few of them managed to push a nipple into my mouth.

   I said to the doctor, "I was so embarrassed!  Can you imagine having a
group of naked teenaged girls rubbing their soapy bare breasts all over
your face?"

   The doctor paused for a moment, but then he looked over at my mom and
the two of them began to laugh.

   He finally said, "Um, yes...that must have been embarrassing for you,"
and then the doctor tried adjusting himself to hide his raging hard-on from
me, but all he really managed to do was bring it to my attention.

   I started to blush when I realized what my story was doing to the man
and my mom giggled when she caught me staring at the bulge in the doctor's
pants.  My mom was obviously getting a little drunk on the wine she was
drinking because she spread her legs far enough apart for her white panties
to peek out from underneath her short jeans skirt.  Her nipples were also
poking out prominently against her snug knit shirt and she made no attempt
to hide them from the doctor's view.  I was sitting across from my mom with
the doctor sitting next to me.  Since I could easily see my mom's panties,
I was certain the doctor could see them, too.

   After my mom poured the doctor and herself another glass of wine, the
doctor said, "Amy, please continue your story," so I did.

   After I received a face-full of breasts, Tiffany dropped the soap and
ordered me to pick it up.  When I bent over to reach for it, Tiffany stuck
her bare ass right in my face.  My nose ended up in her butt crack and it
caused me to drop the soap.

   Tiffany ordered me to pick up the soap again and this time she pushed
her blonde bush into my month.  I could feel Tiffany's wet pussy hair
against my tongue and I was unable to move away from her.  I was now on my
hands and knees, and Tiffany's naked friends held me in that position while
Tiffany gyrated her hips and made fake orgasm sounds.

   The soft blonde fuzz between Tiffany's legs was dragged across my face
and pushed into my mouth over and over again, and my tongue even made
contact with her precious pink pussy lips.  Tiffany must have liked that
because she held my head in place and rubbed her wet slit back and forth
across my mouth until I agreed to lick her pussy again.  Soon I heard
laughter behind me and discovered that the other girls in my gym class were
watching from outside the shower.  I was so mortified by the ordeal that I
had a nightmare about it that evening.

   The doctor looked surprised and said, "Wait a minute.  You mean that
wasn't a nightmare?"

   I said, "No.  It really happened to me."

   He said, "You mean you were totally nude in the shower and a group of
naked teenaged girls rubbed their soapy bodies up against you?"

   I said, "That's right.  Now you know why this is so upsetting."

   The doctor smiled at my mother and she smiled back.  It didn't seem like
either one of them were concerned about my feelings.  It appeared as though
they were only using my story to fuel their desires, but I continued with
my story anyway.

   I rinsed off, got dressed and left the locker room while trying not to
make eye-contact with anyone, although I heard several snickers and giggles
as I left the locker room.  However, in my nightmare it didn't end that
easily.

   In my nightmare, the girls from my gym class that were already dressed
led me away from the girls' showers.  I was still totally naked as they
marched me into the boys' gym.  The girls forced me to stand on the second
bench in the bleachers while they waited for Tiffany to arrive.  As they
waited, the girls held my arms to my sides so my bare body was completely
uncovered.  My breasts, bush and butt were all open to public viewing and
the boys took full advantage of my embarrassing situation.

   Tiffany finally entered, but Ms.  Roberts heard about the disturbance
and rushed into the boys' gym right behind Tiffany.  Ms.  Roberts, the
girls' gym teacher, arrived just seconds after I was released by my captors
and she demanded to know why I was standing there stark naked in the boys'
gym.  Tiffany quickly told her that I wanted to show off by streaking the
boys during gym class and all the girls came to watch.

   As I desperately tried to shield my nudity from the boys, I attempted to
explain what really happened, but Ms.  Roberts became furious and accused
me of trying to get out of trouble by blaming the other girls.  Ms. 
Roberts said that since I wanted to streak the boys, then that's what I was
going to do.  She punished me by making me run laps in the boys' gym for
the entire period.  Ms.  Roberts also sat in the bleachers the whole time
watching me run and she looked like she enjoyed seeing my naked body jog
past her lap after lap.

   As I nervously trotted around the boys' gym in the nude, the eyes of
every boy in the class were upon me.  I tried holding one hand in front of
my pussy and the other over my ass, but it became uncomfortable having my
boobs bounce up and down as my bare feet patted across the basketball
court. I ended up cupping my hands over my breasts to keep them from
bouncing around.  Unfortunately, that left my smooth firm butt and sandy
brown bush completely uncovered as the boys watched me run around the gym
stark naked for an entire hour.  When the bell rang, I made a beeline for
the girls' locker room and as I burst through the locker room door, I awoke
from my nightmare.

   The doctor sat there speechless, so my mom broke the silence by asking,
"Well Bob, what do you think?"

   The doctor said, "Debra, I think you and I need to discuss this in
private."

   My mom said, "Okay," and in an attempt to quickly rush me out of the
room, she said, "Amy, it's getting late.  You should go to bed."

   I said, "Bed?  It's only ten o'clock," but my mom winked at me and said,
"Bob...I mean the doctor and I need to talk."

   It was clear that my mom wanted to get rid of me so she could be alone
with the handsome doctor.  I decided to let my mom have her fun by thanking
the doctor for his time.  I went into my bedroom, but with my bedroom door
cracked open, I could see and hear everything that was going on in the
living room.

   I should have afforded my mom some privacy, but since they were talking
about me, I couldn't help eavesdropping.  After another glass of wine, the
doctor had several ideas about therapy for me.  He also offered some
therapeutic suggestions for my mom, too, which she was willing to try out
immediately!

   The doctor and my mother were obviously charged up after hearing my
story.  However, Doctor Hefferton remained dignified as my mother took a
seat next to him on the couch.  He had plenty to say, all of which was
disturbing to me.

   Doctor Hefferton told my mother that it is very unusual for an
eighteen-year-old girl to be afraid of boys.  He said that I had intimacy
issues and I needed to face my fears.  He also said that I had lesbian
tendencies, which should be explored.

   When my mother asked him what I needed to do in order to cope with these
issues, the doctor suggested that I try innocently revealing my body to
random boys.  He justified his position by establishing that the boys would
enjoy looking at me in various states of undress.

   I thought to myself, "Well, duh!"

   He continued qualifying his diagnosis by telling my mom that after
placing myself in situations where my body is accidentally exposed in
public, I would learn from the boys' reactions that I am viewed as a work
of art rather than a sex object.  I would become proud of my body and my
self-esteem would skyrocket, which should put an end to the nightmares.

   My mom said, "That makes a lot of sense."

   As my heart raced, I said to myself, "That makes no sense at all!"

   Doctor Hefferton also said that I should try engaging in a girl on girl
relationship.  Since I have such a fear of boys coupled with dreams about
naked girls, I should make love to a girl in order to determine if I am
trying to suppress lesbian tendencies.  He said this could also cause
nightmares.  Then he chuckled and said that having a lesbian affair while
boys watched would be the ultimate therapy!

   I shrieked to myself, "Ultimate for who...the boys?"

   Now I was really beginning to question the doctors motives!



   Amy and the Doctor - Part 4

   Doctor Hefferton and my mother were in the living room and I was
watching them through my partially opened bedroom door.  With so much of my
future in the hands of this so called doctor, I felt compelled to monitor
their conversation as well as their actions.  My mom opened another bottle
of wine, as if they hadn't had enough to drink already, and then she asked
the doctor how to proceed with my therapy.

   As they sipped their wine, the doctor said, "Well Debra, we obviously
can't address the lesbian issue right now."

   My mom said, "Yes, we'll have to try that in the future!"

   The doctor smiled at my mother, so she blushed and said, "I mean we'll
have to discuss my daughter's lesbian therapy later."

   Doctor Hefferton asked point blank, "Debra, are you a lesbian?"

   She replied, "No...but I'm willing to learn," and then they both
laughed.

   After they settled down, my mother said, "With regards to exposing my
daughter in public, I can't ask Amy to just strip and walk around naked in
front of boys.  How do we ease her into this therapy?"

   Doctor Hefferton replied, "Her exposure must be innocent, accidental and
gradual.  We could start by having her go braless in a thin top."

   My mom immediately asked, "Will you excuse me, Bob?"

   He said, "Why of course."

   My mom said, "I have to use the little girl's room.  I've had a lot of
wine you know," and then she disappeared down the hall.

   The doctor waited patiently until my mother returned.  When she
re-entered the living room, she was still wearing her thin top, but the
doctor was happy to see that she was no longer wearing a bra.  The snug
knit shirt clung to the curves of her breasts and her nipples poked out
prominently against the front of the delicate fabric.  The doctor didn't
say anything, but the tension in the room was so thick, you could cut it
with a knife.

   My mom took a seat next to the doctor, pushed her big boobs out and
asked, "What would you suggest as the next step for my daughter?"

   As Doctor Hefferton blatantly gawked at my mom's breasts, he said, "Um,
your daughter could hike up a short skirt and flash her panties."

   My mom slowly inched her jeans skirt up and asked, "Like this?"

   The doctor said, "Well, um, yes, but I can't see your panties."

   My mom proceeded to hike her short skirt all the way up to her waist,
and then she asked, "How about now?"

   My mom's white panties were now fully exposed to the doctor as he said,
"That's much better!"

   My mom left her skirt up, but she crossed her legs as she took another
sip of wine.  Doctor Hefferton sighed in disappointment as my mother's
silky white panties were now blocked from his view.  The doctor quickly
explained the next step of my treatment in the hopes that my mom would
continue following the plan right in front of him.

   The doctor said, "It might even be more beneficial if you...I mean your
daughter accidentally unfastened her skirt so that it would fall down when
she stood up.  She could act surprised to make sure it looked like an
accident."

   My mom grinned, but she did not reach for the zipper on her skirt, which
caused the doctor to sigh in disappointment again.

   My mom said, "I'm sorry doctor, but there's no button or hook on this
skirt.  There's just a zipper."

   Doctor Hefferton anxiously said, "You could unzip it and pretend like
the zipper broke."

   My mom said, "I don't know.  That seems so clich�(C)," as a look of
frustration appeared on the doctor's face.

   The doctor said, "Another alternative would be for your daughter to go
without panties under her short skirt."

   My mom said, "I guess that would work.  She'd know that she was naked
under her skirt, but she could still hide it from everyone else."

   Then my mom stood up, reached under her blue-jean mini skirt and slowly
slid the silky white panties down her legs.  After removing her skimpy
undies, my mom walked across the room to put her panties on a chair.  When
she bent over to place her little undies on the chair, her short skirt rode
up in back.  Doctor Hefferton almost strained his neck trying to get a peek
up my mother's skirt at her bare ass, but unfortunately for the doctor,
only a small portion of my mom's round rear-end was put on view for the
doctor to observe.

   When my mom returned to the couch, she pulled the hem of her skirt down
so that everything stayed hidden, which prompted the doctor to say, "Now
your daughter should hike her skirt up again!"

   My mom chuckled and said, "Oh Bob, we've already played that game.  Why
don't you have another sip of wine and chill out."

   As the frustrated doctor leaned forward to get his wine glass, my mother
reached behind her and acted like she was straightening her skirt. 
However, unbeknownst to the doctor, when my mom moved her hand behind her,
she secretly slid the zipper on her short jeans skirt all the way down. 
Then they sat back on the couch and chatted with the doctor as they drank
their wine.

   My mom is such a tease!  As they talked, my mom would cross and uncross
her legs.  Each time she lifted her leg, the hem of her short skirt would
slide up a little higher.  With the knowledge that my mom was naked under
her skirt, the doctor was almost incoherent as the hem of my mother's skirt
came closer and closer to uncovering the Promised Land.

   Then my mom scooted forward on the couch to set her glass down on the
table.  Scooting forward caused her short skirt to slide all the way up,
but just as her soft brown pussy hair began to peek out, she grabbed the
hem of her skirt and pushed it down so that she was completely covered.  I
thought the doctor was going to suffer a heart attack as his face turned
red from excitement, but when my mom pulled her skirt down, he looked like
a boy that was forgotten by Santa on Christmas Day.

   Then my mom asked the doctor if he wanted some cheese and crackers to go
with his wine.  The doctor said that it sounded good to him, so my mom
stood up to go into the kitchen.  As planned, when she stood up her skirt
plunged to the floor leaving her bottomless in front of the doctor.

   My mom's beautiful bare butt was right in the doctor's face as she
screamed, "Oh no, the zipper on my skirt must have come apart!"

   She bent over to pick up her skirt without bending her knees, which gave
the doctor an unobstructed view of her smooth firm ass.  Again the doctor's
face was red from excitement as beads of sweat began to form on his
forehead.  My mom picked up the skirt, and then she turned around to face
the doctor.  As my mom examined the skirt, the doctor examined my mom's
sandy brown bush, which was only inches away from his face.

   My mom giggled and said, "Isn't that funny.  We talked about breaking a
zipper on a skirt and then it really happened," which was a lie because I
saw her pull the zipper down earlier.

   My mom asked, "Well, I can't put this skirt back on.  Should I put my
panties on?"

   Doctor Hefferton quickly blurted out, "No!  I mean, why bother.  I've
already seen you without panties."

   My mom giggled and said, "You naughty, naughty doctor!  Do you really
expect me to remain bottomless for the rest of the evening?"

   The doctor grinned, but didn't answer so my mom said, "Well, if that's
what you want me to do, then I guess I'll just put this skirt over on the
chair with my panties.  After all, you're the doctor!"

   My mom walked over to the chair directly across from the doctor and bent
over straight legged again.  When my mother bent forward this time, the
doctor had a clear view of her smooth bare ass.  After putting her skirt on
the chair, my mother returned to the couch.

   As she slowly walked across the room, my mom made no effort to hide the
soft triangle of hair between her legs from the doctor's hungry eyes.  When
my mom finally returned to the couch, she sat back down next to the doctor
and crossed her legs.  Most of her pussy hair was hidden, but there were
still a few strands of girl fur on display.

   My mom looked at the doctor and said, "You're sweating.  Is it hot in
here?"

   The doctor replied, "Um, yes.  That must be why I'm sweating."

   My mom said, "I'm a little warm, too.  Do you mind if I get
comfortable?"

   Doctor Hefferton said, "I would love it if you got comfortable."

   The doctor was thrilled because he assumed my mom was going to remove
her shirt.  However, she only pulled her shirt up far enough to reveal the
undersides of her perfect round globes.  My mom's delicate pink nipples
remained hidden from the doctor's view.  The sight of my mom's partially
exposed breasts combined with the bare skin on her flat tummy was so
exciting for the doctor that it was causing sweat to drip from his face.

   My mom said, "Bob, you're sweating.  Let me wipe your face!"

   She looked around, but she couldn't find a napkin or anything to use to
wipe his face.

   My mom said, "I guess I'll just have to use my shirt."

   My mom put her hand inside her shirt without removing it and leaned
forward to wipe the doctor's face.  As she wiped his face with her hand,
she couldn't help rubbing her breasts up against his face.  This really
thrilled the doctor, but moments later it got even better.  My mom's left
breast accidentally slipped out from under her shirt.  When she felt the
doctor's tongue against her hard nipple, she pulled away from the doctor.

   My mom looked down and when she saw that one of her breasts was fully
exposed, she giggled and said, "Oopsie!"

   Then my mom put her hand back under her shirt.  She leaned forward
towards Doctor Hefferton and stretched the thin knit top up high enough to
allow the other breast to fall out, too.

   Ignoring the fact that she was now essentially topless in front of the
man, my mom said, "Let me finish your face," and then she leaned forward,
but as she wiped the doctor's face with her hand, she also rubbed her bare
titties all over his face, too.

   The doctor looked at my mom's bare boobs and said, "It's just like the
shower story your daughter told."

   My mom said, "Except those girls were naked," and then she pulled her
top all the way off.

   As my mom began pushing her big melons up against the doctor's face, my
naked mother said, "There...now it's like my daughter's shower story!"

   My mother suddenly stopped and stood up in front of the doctor.

   As she displayed her nude body to the man, she said, "Bob, I think it's
time for you to cool off, too!"

   My mom pulled the man's shirt off and I was impressed with his upper
body.  He had well-defined arms and a flat stomach.  Then he stood up and
my mom quickly removed his pants.  All he had on was a pair of blue boxer
shorts, and as my mom put her fingers inside the waistband of his boxers, I
began to feel something stirring inside me.

   I thought to myself, "Wow.  I'm about to see a penis for the first
time!"

   My mom pulled his pants down and there it was, right in front of me.  It
was long, thick and hard, and it looked like it was throbbing.  I guess
they do that when a man is excited.  I'd never seen one before, but it
looked pretty big to me.

   My mom confirmed my appraisal when she said, "My oh my Doctor Bob...you
have quite a big one!"

   Then my mom said, "I'll bet it's tasty, too," and then she kneeled down
and put it in her mouth.

   As her luscious moist lips went up and down on the man's hard missile, I
couldn't resist the temptation of touching myself.  I began moving my
finger back and forth over my jeans, but I couldn't feel anything so I
quickly pulled them off.  As I rubbed myself over my panties, I had an urge
to touch my breasts, too.  Of course, touching myself over my shirt didn't
quench my desires so I pulled my shirt and bra off all in one swift motion.
I looked down at my white cotton panties and decided they had to go, too,
so I pushed them down to the floor.  Now I was totally nude, just like my
mom and Doctor Hefferton.

   I peeked out the door to see what was going on and the doctor was lying
on the floor.  My mom was straddling the doctor's face as her head bobbed
up and down on his rigid rocket.  While my mom pleasured the doctor, he
began licking the pink slit between her legs.  As I watched the doctor and
my mom perform in the sixty-nine position, I couldn't help inserting a
finger inside my bare beaver.  It felt so good that I moaned out loud.  I
quickly caught myself and suppressed my moans so that I wouldn't alert my
mom as to what I was doing in my bedroom.

   The doctor began moaning loudly, so my mom took the man's penis out of
her mouth and began stroking it with her soft hand.  I watched in amazement
as Doctor Hefferton grunted, and then he released his body fluid.  Streams
of a white milky substance shot into the air as my mom continued stroking
the doctor's manhood.

   The doctor soon collapsed, but he quickly regained his composure and
continued tending to my mother's needs.  As I watched the doctor move his
finger in and out of my mother's pleasure place, I pushed a finger into my
own tight wet pussy.  It didn't take long for me to bring myself to an
earth shattering climax.

   Soon my young bare beaver was so over-stimulated that I could no longer
withstand the touch of my own finger.  I whimpered softly as I withdrew my
finger from my dripping wet pussy, and then I pushed my bedroom door shut
and fell asleep on the floor, still completely naked.  I don't know what
happened between my mother and the doctor the rest of the evening, but I
was certain that I would see him again.

   Even though the thought of being placed in humiliating situations
terrified me, I still was able to sleep peacefully through the night. 
Maybe the doctor's therapy would effectively cure my condition, but I
wasn't crazy about exposing my body to strangers in public.  Of course it
appeared that my mom would be flashing right along with me, but I was still
in no hurry to begin the treatment.  Unfortunately, my treatment was
scheduled to begin the following morning!



   Amy and the Doctor - Part 5

   When I awoke the following morning, I found myself still naked and lying
on my bedroom floor.  There was some stiffness in my back from sleeping on
the hard floor, but I was well rested because I made it through the night
without experiencing one of my forced-nudity nightmares.  Little did I know
that I was about to experience one of my nightmares for real because my
therapy was scheduled to begin today.

   After showering, fixing my hair and putting on a little makeup, I found
some clothes that my mother laid out for me to wear.  They consisted of a
wife-beater style tank top and a pair of worn out denim shorts.  It
appeared that my mom went a little crazy with the scissors because the tank
top was cut so short that I wasn't confident it would cover my breasts. 
The blue jean shorts were surgically altered to the point that I wasn't
convinced my butt or my bush would be hidden from view.  When I realized
that there was no bra or panties to go with the outfit, I picked up the
skimpy garments and headed into the kitchen where my mom was making coffee.

   Upon entering the kitchen, I was shocked to find Doctor Hefferton
sitting at the kitchen table.  The doctor was thrilled to see that I was
totally nude and he immediately began examining my over-exposed body.  My
face turned crimson red as his eyes zeroed in on my perky breasts and light
brown pussy hair.  I quickly clutched the shorts and shirt against my bare
body, but not before giving the doctor an unobstructed view of my full firm
boobies and neatly trimmed bush.

   As I struggled to hide my nudity from the man, I shrieked, "Mom, why
didn't you warn me that Doctor Hefferton was here?"

   My mom chuckled and answered, "Don't worry...he's a doctor."

   I squealed, "He's a psychologist, not a medical doctor!"

   My mom rolled her eyes and then she changed the subject by saying, "Oh
good, you found the clothes I laid out for you."

   I said, "Clothes?  There's hardly anything here!  The shirt is tiny and
the shorts are much too short.  Besides, you didn't give me any underwear."

   My mom replied, "That outfit isn't meant to be worn with underwear."

   I screeched, "No underwear?  Are you kidding?  This shirt won't hide
anything and these shorts are absolutely indecent."

   My mom said, "Doctor Hefferton feels that if you face your fear of being
naked in public, it could cure your shyness problem.  He said it may also
put an end to those nightmares you've been having so I took some of your
old clothes and made a few alterations."

   I screeched, "A few alterations?  There's practically no material left!"

   Then I turned to Doctor Hefferton and I wanted to say that he was a
fraud, simply pretending to be a doctor in order to see a young girl naked.
I wanted to tell him that his forced-nudity therapy was merely a perverted
scheme to publicly humiliate me.  I wanted to finish by saying that just
because my mom was naive enough to believe in his so-called therapy, that
didn't mean I was going to buy into it.  However, as usual I was too
intimidated by the man to say what was on my mind, especially since I was
stark naked, so I gave up and hurried off to my bedroom.

   I was mortified because I glanced over my shoulder and caught the doctor
checking out my bare butt as I scurried down the hallway.  Once I entered
my bedroom, I slipped on the tank top.  Even though I only have medium
sized breasts, they're still round and firm and I could feel the lower
portions of my boobs peeking out from below the bare midriff shirt.  My
round rosy nipples were also visible through the ribbed white cotton
material which made me feel very self-conscious.

   The blue jean shorts were even worse than the tank top.  They were
slightly loose in the waist and they rode dangerously low on my hips
allowing a little bit of my butt crack to show in back.  The shorts fit
snug across my butt cheeks, which actually made my butt look good, but my
mom obviously doctored up the shorts when she cut them off.

   As I looked at myself in the mirror, I could see that the legs were cut
too short.  The blue jean shorts were also cut so that there wasn't much
material remaining between the legs to hide my pussy hair.  The way that
the shorts were cut left the leg holes so wide that someone could easily
look between my legs and see that I wasn't wearing panties.  To make
matters worse, the snap on the denim shorts kept popping open, as if my mom
had intentionally sabotaged it!

   I stood in front of the mirror for a long time, nervously examining my
diminutive fashion statement before finally leaving the shelter of my
bedroom.  Doctor Hefferton greeted me in the living room with a big smile
on his face, which made me feel as exposed as I did when I was naked.  I
tried to explain that I could never leave our trailer home dressed in such
a slutty outfit, but my mom paid no attention to my pleas.  Before I had
time to react, my mother and the doctor ushered me away from the protection
of my home and into the doctor's car.

   We drove for a short time while the doctor explained how wearing
revealing clothing in public would really help my self-esteem, make me
proud of my body, and blah, blah, blah.  I stopped listening to him shortly
after he started talking.  Unfortunately my mother hung onto every word
that came out of the man's mouth.  It appeared as though she planned to
make me follow his idiotic therapy even if it meant I would end up without
any clothes on at all!

   I lost all respect for Doctor Hefferton the previous evening when I
caught him in the nude with my mother's hand wrapped around his throbbing
erection.  I also heard him using his disguise as a psychologist to
convince my mother that exposing me in public would cure my extreme shyness
problem and put an end to my force-nudity nightmares.  I don't know how he
bullied my mother into going along with his scheme.  In fact, I wasn't even
certain that he was a real doctor.  The only thing I knew for sure was that
because of this so called doctor, I was out in public and barely dressed!

   A few minutes later we pulled into a convenience store called Quick Gas
and Food, and the doctor said, "Amy, why don't you go in and get something
to eat?"

   I replied, "I refuse to go in there dressed like this!  Besides, I don't
have any money."

   My mom winked at me and said, "You don't need money.  Dressed in that
see-through tank top and those short-shorts, I'm sure the boy behind the
counter will let you eat for free."

   My mom added, "It looks like he's the only one in the store so I don't
know why you're making such a fuss about it.  You'll be in and out in no
time."

   The doctor offered, "If you'd rather change into other clothes before
you go into the store, I'll allow it."

   I asked, "Other clothes?  What other clothes?  I didn't bring any other
clothes!"

   Doctor Hefferton grinned and sarcastically said, "No other clothes? 
That's a shame.  Then I guess your only choices are to go into the store
wearing the clothes you have on or no clothes at all."

   My mother stated, "If I were you, I'd get going while I still had
clothes on.  It would be really embarrassing to go into the store
completely naked!"

   The doctor and my mom started laughing, but there was no doubt that they
were serious about making me go into the store barely dressed.  With the
way my mom had been acting lately, I was afraid she really would let the
doctor strip my clothes off and send me into the store bare assed naked. 
Seeing no other option available, I reluctantly got out of the car.  Having
such a phobia about showing my body in public made it difficult for me to
enter the store in such meager attire, but I nervously opened the door to
the store and went inside.

   The boy behind the counter gave me a big smile and waved hello.  He
stood around six-foot-two, which is almost twelve inches taller than me,
and he appeared to be around my age.  The boy had dark hair and big brown
eyes, which were almost as wonderful to look at as his bulging biceps.  All
I could do was stand there speechless and admire his good looks.

   After standing there for while like an idiot, I finally told him that I
was hungry and I wanted a hot dog and a Coke.  I explained that I didn't
have any money, but I would gladly come back and pay him later if he let me
eat now.  The boy replied that it was no problem and he told me to help
myself.  Assuming the boy was giving me the green light to eat for free, I
headed for the soda machine.

   The boy watched every move I made as I poured myself a Coke from the
soda dispenser.  I had to be extremely careful handling liquids because if
the veil-thin material of my tank top got wet, it would look like I wasn't
wearing anything on top at all.  After successfully pouring the soda, I
walked over to the machine that cooks the hot dogs.

   I slowly leaned over to pick up a hot dog from the machine.  It made me
very nervous because I could feel my braless breasts peeking out from under
my tiny top.  I could also feel my butt cheeks showing from below my
short-shorts.  However, it felt wonderful knowing that a cute boy was
expressing interest in me.

   I had to lean over even further to get a bun from below the hot dog
cooker.  This really made me nervous because it gave the guy behind the
counter an even clearer view of my smooth firm butt cheeks.  I began to
wonder if the boy could tell that I wasn't wearing panties under my cut-off
shorts, but I remained in the precarious position while I searched for a
bun.

   Even though I was outside of my comfort zone, I stayed bent over because
for the first time in my life, I was having fun teasing a boy with my body.
I was overwhelmed with emotion wondering how much of my backside was on
display.  However, when my tiny tank top started sliding up over my braless
breasts, I panicked and stood up, quickly putting an end to my floor show.

   As I put the hot dog on the bun, I heard the door open.  Two boys
entered the store and walked over to the magazine rack.  I recognized the
boys from my high school.  They were eighteen-year-old seniors just like me
and once again I became very nervous about being seen in public wearing
such a revealing outfit.  It was one thing to show off for a complete
stranger, but it was totally different being forced to expose myself in
front of boys that I would have to see on a daily basis.

   As the boys reached for a magazine, they spotted me in my meager attire
and their faces lit up like the Forth of July.  It was really embarrassing
to be the center of attention, especially since my sudden rise in
popularity was generated by my lack of clothing.

   As the boys gawked at me, I tried to look calm and composed while
casually eating my hot dog.  However, I was really concerned about how much
of my braless breasts were hanging out from below the too-small top I was
wearing.  The boy behind the counter must have sensed my discomfort because
he brought out a small step-stool to for me to sit on, but I chose to
remain standing.  I was afraid that if I sat down, the lack of material
between my legs would reveal that I wasn't wearing panties under my
micro-shorts.  I would end up giving everyone a beaver shot.  Then that
stupid snap on my shorts popped open and the eyes of all the boys were
drawn right to my waist.

   I had a hot dog in one hand and a Coke in the other which prevented me
from fixing the snap on my shorts so I simply stated, "Oops, my shorts
popped open.  I guess I'll have to wait until I finish eating before I can
fasten it."

   As I ate my hot dog and drank my soda, I felt the zipper on my shorts
give a little.  This worried me because I was afraid my shorts would come
unzipped and fall down in front of the boys.  The fact that I wasn't
wearing panties intensified my nervousness.  However, my shorts were still
covering my smooth firm ass and hairy triangle when I put the last bite of
hot dog into my mouth.

   I finished eating and I was hopeful I'd be able to leave the store with
my dignity still intact.  Then the door to the store opened and an older
woman walked into the store.  She was in her forties, a little overweight
and wearing a Quick Gas and Food uniform.  The woman looked me up and down,
and she watched as I threw the hot dog wrapper into the trashcan.  That's
when my luck ran out!



   Amy and the Doctor - Part 6

   When the woman saw me throw away the hot dog wrapper, she bellowed, "Did
you pay for that meal little girl?"

   I replied, "No, but..."

   Before I could finish my sentence, the lady turned to the boy behind the
counter and asked, "Ron, are you giving away free food to one of your
bimbos again?  If so, you're fired!"

   Ron replied, "No ma'am.  I figured she would pay for it when she
finished eating."

   My heart sank...the cute boy sold me out!  To add insult to injury, at
that very moment a police officer entered the store.  The cop was a woman,
around five-foot-eight and probably in her late twenties.  The officer had
shoulder length auburn hair and she appeared to be proud of the way her big
boobs filled the front of her tight police uniform.  The woman was
relatively attractive for a cop and she was obviously no stranger to the
store because the older woman addressed the policewoman by her first name.

   The woman wearing the Quick Gas and Food uniform said, "Dawn, I just got
ripped off."

   Officer Dawn responded, "What happened, Joyce?"

   The woman, who apparently was named Joyce, pointed at me and said, "This
girl ate food without paying for it.  She could be hiding merchandise under
her clothes, too."

   I screeched, "Under these clothes?  You gotta be kidding!"

   Officer Dawn paused for a moment and scrutinized the outfit I was
wearing.  She probably thought I was some kind of slut trying to impress
the boys with my lack of clothing.  The officer had no idea that my mom was
the one who took a pair of scissors to my tank top and shorts in an effort
to cure my extreme shyness problem.  The officer also didn't know that a
man pretending to be a psychologist convinced my mom that exposing me in
public would put an end to the forced-nudity nightmares I'd been having. 
All she saw was a barely dressed eighteen-year-old girl in the middle of a
gas station convenience store.

   I was frozen with fear as the policewoman examined my skimpy outfit. 
She inspected my wife-beater tank top, which was cut so short that the
undersides of my full firm breasts were hanging out from below the tiny
shirt.  Officer Dawn also observed how my round rosy nipples showed through
the veil-thin cotton material.

   Then the cop took a long look at my worn out cut-off blue jean shorts.
She squatted down to get a closer look at the way my butt cheeks hung out
from below the too-short shorts.  This made me nervous because I was afraid
she could tell that I wasn't wearing panties.  Then she stood up and
noticed how low the shorts were riding on my hips.  The policewoman even
put her finger inside the waistband of my shorts to point out that some of
my butt crack was showing.

   When Office Dawn completed her inspection of my skimpy outfit, she
smiled at Joyce and asked, "Do you want me to search her?"

   I thought to myself, "Search me?  What's left to search?  She already
had her finger inside my pants!"

   Unfortunately, the two women were determined to humiliate me in front of
the boys because Joyce grinned at the officer and said, "She's all yours,
but be thorough when you search her.  There's no telling where she might be
hiding stolen goods!"

   The policewoman instructed me to place my hands behind my back, but I
said, "Let me snap my shorts first."

   The officer grabbed one of my wrists and commanded, "Put your arms
behind your back now!"

   I begged, "But...but my shorts might fall down."

   The office said, "You let me worry about your shorts."

   Officer Dawn clearly meant business so I put my arms behind my back
allowing the cop to handcuff my wrists together.  Then the policewoman saw
the small step-stool that the cute boy brought out earlier and she
instructed me to stand on it.  The policewoman obviously wanted to make an
example out of me and she knew that standing up on the step-stool would add
to my embarrassment.

   Officer Dawn slowly walked around me and said, "You picked the wrong
person to mess with today.  I know your type.  You think that you can dress
like a slut and the boys will give you whatever you want.  Unfortunately,
this time a boy gave you something that didn't belong to him and now you're
going to pay the price."

   I said, "No, that's not true.  I never dress like this!"

   Then Joyce called out, "If you don't like wearing those clothes, then
maybe you should take them off," which made my heart race.

   Neither of the women laughed at Joyce's remark, so I began to worry that
the officer was actually contemplating the thought of making me strip in
front of the boys.  I was terrified because I wasn't wearing a bra or
panties and I could tell that the boys were eager to see me in the nude. 
The two women were in complete control of my fate and there was no limit to
what they could do to me.

   Ron moved from behind the counter to get a better view of me in my
vulnerable position.  Then Joyce and the two boys I knew from high school
all moved forward to get a closer look, too.  Since I wasn't wearing a bra
or panties, the situation was distressing because I was being forced to
stand on a step-stool and I was fearful that the boys could see under my
shirt or up my shorts.

   Officer Dawn began her search by gently running her fingertips up and
down my smooth bare legs.  It tickled, but in a good way, and it sent
chills up and down my spine.  I don't know why she was tickling my legs,
but the policewoman was obviously skilled in her technique.

   Then she lifted my left leg up by my ankle and removed my sandal. 
Officer Dawn proceeded to softly run her finger between each of my toes
before gently scratching her fingernails over the sole of my foot.  I was
squirming because I'm extremely ticklish, but I was helpless and at the
mercy of the officer's touch.

   I begged, "Please...please stop.  Why are you doing this to me?"

   Officer Dawn replied, "I've found that it relaxes the criminal and makes
her less likely to resist.  Besides, I want to show you who's in control."

   I said, "I know you're in control and I'm powerless to resist you. 
Besides, you're driving me crazy!"

   Officer Dawn replied, "Tickling bothers you?  Well that's too bad
because I still have to examine your other foot."

   Knowing how much I dreaded being tickled inspired the officer to spend
twice as much time on my right foot.  She used her fingernail to make
figure-eights over the sole of my bare foot which made my body wiggle and
twitch.  Then the policewoman used all of her fingernails to scratch up and
down the length of my dainty foot, alternating between scratching hard and
softly grazing my sensitive skin.

   Officer Dawn paused for a moment and asked, "You hate this don't you?"

   I replied with nervous laughter, "Yes, I can't stand it!  Please stop."

   Officer Dawn said, "No, I think I need to keep doing it until I'm sure
you've learned your lesson."

   I begged, "Please...please stop.  I'll be good, I promise," but the
officer just smiled and continued torturing me.

   Everyone appeared to enjoy watching the woman tickle me, and with my leg
held up in the air I was worried that the boys could see inside the wide
leg holes of my cut-off blue jean shorts.  When Officer Dawn finally
released my foot, she went back to running her fingertips up and down my
legs.  The way she was gently touching the smooth skin on my legs also
tickled, but at least I didn't have to worry about the boys getting a peek
at my pussy hair.

   Then the officer paused again and said, "Did you know that all you're
squirming worked the zipper down on your shorts?"

   I gasped, "Oh no!  Please pull it up."

   Officer Dawn gave my shorts a soft tug and said, "Don't worry.  Your
shorts aren't gonna fall down, but you are showing a bit of girl fur down
there."



   I was mortified!  The policewoman proceeded to pull on a tuft of my
pussy hair as the boys watched and I was powerless to stop her.  Then she
moved her hands to the back and began pushing her fingers into the
waistband of my short-shorts.  Officer Dawn wiggled her finger around over
my butt crack, which tickled and once again my body squirmed and twitched.
Upon finding a new ticklish spot on my body, the policewoman quickly
exploited it.

   Officer Dawn was standing in front of me as she reached around and slid
her hands inside the back of my shorts.  The policewoman massaged each of
my butt cheeks as she slowly pushed her hands deeper into my shorts.  I was
relieved for a moment because having my butt massaged didn't tickle.  In
fact, it actually felt good!

   Unfortunately, my relief was short-lived.  My wrists were handcuffed
behind my back so I tried to reach for my shorts.  When I found that all I
could feel was my bare ass, it became painfully apparent that I was losing
my shorts.  This made me extremely nervous because not only was the cop
forcing the shorts down my hips, she had also pried the zipper all the way
open in front of me.

   I begged, "Stop, please stop.  You're pushing my pants down."

   Officer Dawn said loudly, "Oh, am I pushing your shorts down?  Well I'm
sorry, but you wouldn't be so upset if you'd have worn panties!"

   One of the boys from my school said, "Wow, she's not wearing panties?"

   Joyce said, "No...can't you tell by all that pussy hair showing in
front?"

   Then Joyce said, "Move out of the way Dawn so the boys can see."

   I was mortified!  The policewoman stepped aside so that everyone could
see the light brown pussy hair that exposed above the zipper.  My shorts
were hanging halfway down my hips, so I was pretty sure that almost my
entire hairy triangle was on display for the boys to observe.  My only hope
was that my shorts didn't fall all the way off, but Officer Dawn wasn't
finished searching me yet!



   Amy and the Doctor - Part 7

   I was now handcuffed and standing on a step-stool in the middle of a Gas
Station Convenience Store with my blue jean shorts unsnapped, unzipped and
hanging halfway down my hips.  Since I wasn't wearing panties, my light
brown pussy hair was on display for everyone to see.  The sheer wife-beater
tank top I had on was cut so high that the undersides of my braless breasts
were exposed and a sadistic female cop with a fetish for tickling young
girls was having a field day with my exposed skin.  Worst of all, three
boys along with the woman who manages the store were in attendance to see
me in my state of undress.

   Officer Dawn stepped forward and began dragging a finger back and forth
through the soft curly hair between my legs.  The policewoman didn't force
my shorts down any further, but she made sure the front of my shorts were
open as wide as they would go.  She combed her fingernails through my
neatly trimmed bush for a while, but then she stepped in front of me and
pushed her hand down the back of my shorts.

   The policewoman gently slid her fingertip up and down my sensitive butt
crack.  This was driving me wild and the officer knew it.  She softly
tickled the crack of my ass for the longest time and she even probed me. 
Then the woman pushed her finger so far into my pants that she actually
touched my moist slit from behind.

   I gasped as the officer used her finger to split my pussy lips apart. 
My whole body tensed up as her finger glided back and forth across my pink
place.  I was so preoccupied with Officer Dawn's finger that I failed to
notice she had pushed my shorts down even further.  Then she abruptly
pulled her hand out of my pants and stepped aside.  I was petrified because
it felt like two-thirds of my butt was showing and my shorts were
dangerously close to falling all the way off.

   After removing her hand from my pants, Officer Dawn began softly
scratching her fingernails up and down my sides.  I was fighting to keep my
shorts up, but I couldn't stop fidgeting because the woman was tickling me
relentlessly.  Then I wiggled my hips the wrong way and my shorts slid down
even further.  I could feel the top of my shorts against the bottom of my
butt cheeks, so I knew that I was in real trouble.

   Joyce said, "If you keep tickling the girl's sides, her shorts are gonna
fall off."

   Officer Dawn said, "You're right.  I'd better stop tickling her sides."

   As a collective sigh was expelled from the boys in attendance, I was
able to relax for a moment.  I thought my shorts were safe, but then the
policewoman moved her fingertips to my front.

   Officer Dawn looked at Joyce and said, "You told me to stop tickling her
sides, but you didn't say anything about tickling her tummy!"

   Joyce chuckled and the boys perked up as Officer Dawn began dragging her
fingernails across my abdomen, which caused my hips to jerk wildly.  My
heart sank when my shorts slipped to my upper thighs because I knew my
hairy triangle was now completely exposed and everyone took notice of my
predicament.  Then the policewoman stopped tickling me momentarily and I
thought she was going to pull my shorts up for me.  Unfortunately, all she
did was gently drag her fingertip up and down my sensitive butt crack to
point out how much of my bare butt was showing.

   Suddenly the door opened and a guy walked in followed by a girl.  I
didn't recognize the guy, but I was quite familiar with the girl.  It was
Tina, one of the Tiffany cheerleader clones!  I was overcome with fear
because she loved to bully me and the thought of Tina seeing me this way
increased my level of humiliation a thousand percent.  When Tina spotted
me, she grinned from ear to ear and I was now certain that I would never
live this experience down.

   The guy said to one of the boys from my high school, "Hey man, I got
your text so I rushed over to see if it was true."

   The boy excitedly said, "It's true all right!"

   Then Tina interrupted, "Be quiet you guys.  Amy's about to lose her
pants!"

   As everyone watched, Officer Dawn moved her fingers to my mid-section.
She alternated between my sides, my tummy and my belly-button causing my
body to twitch and squirm from her relentless tickle-torture.  As I jostled
my hips around, I could feel my shorts slipping further and further down my
legs, but I was powerless to stop them.

   When my shorts reached my knees, I tried to spread my legs in an effort
to keep them from falling all the way off.  Unfortunately, all I did was
provide the boys with a better view of my pussy.  My awkward position even
gave the boys a glimpse of my pretty pink pussy lips.  Eventually the
policewoman stopped tickling me, but when she did, I relaxed my legs and my
shorts dropped to the floor.

   With my shorts down around my ankles, Tina ran forward and Officer Dawn
made no attempt to stop her as she ran off with my shorts.  I was now
bottomless in a Gas Station Convenience Store with four boys gawking at me.
I felt angry, scared, embarrassed and humiliated, and worst of all my
ordeal was not over yet.

   The policewoman stood behind me and began moving her fingers up my back.
When she reached my tank top, she merely continued moving her fingers up
and dragged my top up with her fingers.  This was very disturbing because
dragging the back of my shirt up forced the front of my top up, too.  I
could feel the front of my shirt slowly rising up over my breasts and when
I felt the hem of the cut-off tank top dangling over my erect nipples, I
knew that I was in danger of losing my last article of clothing.

   I panicked and begged, "Please don't pull my top up any further.  My
boobies are about to pop out and the boys will see them."

   The policewoman smirked and said, "Sorry, I have to check for concealed
weapons."

   I screeched, "Concealed weapons?  The only thing under my top are my..."

   Then one of the boys called out, "Tits!  I can see her bare titties," as
the front of my shirt slid all the way up over my breasts.

   My bare boobs were hanging out and the cop made no effort to hide them
from the boys' view.

   With all the boys staring at me, I became angry and yelled, "Why don't
you just get a pair of scissors and finish the shirt off!"

   Officer Dawn said, "If that's what you want."

   I shrieked, "No...please don't cut my shirt off!  I was being
sarcastic," but it was too late because Tina called out, "I'll get the
scissor!"

   Tina grabbed a pair of scissors off the counter and ran forward.  I
tried to dodge Tina, but the cop held me in place.  I cringed as Tina
snipped up one side and down the other.  Soon there was nothing left of my
tank top except little scraps of material on the floor.  I was now
completely naked in public.

   Adding to my humiliation, the cute boy came up to gather all the scraps
of material from the floor.  When he bent over, his face was only inches
away from my pussy hair.  I turned crimson red from embarrassment because
Officer Dawn allowed Ron to spend an extremely long time looking between my
legs.  I was mortified because he saw everything!  Finally Ron left to
throw the remains of my shirt into the trashcan and I stood there bare
assed naked waiting to see what was going to happen next.

   Joyce asked, "Dawn, are you finished with your search?"

   Officer Dawn said, "Just one more cavity search to perform."

   I shrieked, "Please tell me you're not going to check my you-know-what."

   Officer Dawn interrupted and said, "Yes...I'm going to check your
you-know-what, and by you-know-what I mean pussy...a common hiding place
for drugs or contraband."

   As if I wasn't humiliated enough, the policewoman had to make a
spectacle out of me.  She began by slowly combing her fingertips through my
light brown bush before moving a finger down between my legs.  I was
completely embarrassed, yet unexplainably aroused.  My nipples poked out
proudly and with my wrists handcuffed behind my back, there was no way for
me to hide my titties from the boys.

   Then Officer Dawn gently split my pink pussy lips with her finger and
started moving it back and forth over my moist slit.  When her fingertip
made contact with my little clitty, I nearly jumped out of my skin.  This
woman knew exactly what she was doing to me and it didn't look like she was
going to stop any time soon.

   Officer Dawn said, "I'm ready to perform the cavity search."

   Joyce asked, "Wouldn't it be easier if you got her a little wet first?'

   Officer Dawn replied, "Oh I think she's wet enough already," which made
the boys smile.

   Officer Dawn pushed a finger deep inside of my tight young pussy as the
boys watched.  The officer worked her finger in and out, in and out, and
then she paused and began making little circles with her finger deep inside
of me.

   I pleaded, "Please stop.  Please don't do this in front of the boys,"
but Officer Dawn said, "You're wet.  Don't try to pretend as if you don't
like it."

   I was mortified!  The policewoman continued pushing her finger in and
out of my pussy.  I tried not to get excited, but it was hard to resist her
gentle touch.  She knew exactly how to tease my pleasure zone and the
tension in the room intensified when I began moaning uncontrollably.

   As the policewoman worked her finger in and out of my pussy over and
over again, I started to feel something building inside me.  I kept telling
myself not to get excited because there were boys watching me...looking at
my bare body...studying my perky breasts...gazing at my puffy pink
nipples...examining my light brown bush, but for some unknown reason,
knowing the boys were watching me only added to my excitement.  It simply
made the feeling inside me more intense and caused it to build even faster.

   Suddenly my legs quivered and Officer Dawn was afraid I'd fall off the
step-stool.  She told me to lie down on the floor and spread my legs.  Sure
I was humiliated.  There were boys staring at my bare beaver!  However, I
was in desperate need of an orgasm so I complied with the officer's
request. Then Officer Dawn kneeled down beside me and continued her assault
on my pretty pink pussy.

   Officer Dawn gently teased one of my nipples as she massaged my pleasure
place.  Occasionally she would remove her finger and softly manipulate my
little clitty, but she would quickly return to my tight wet pussy and push
her finger deep inside of me.  Soon I reached the point of no return and my
body tensed up all over.

   I started gasping, "Oh...oh please don't stop.  It feels so good. 
I'm...I'm cumming, I'm cumming!  Mmm, I'm cumming," and then my body went
limp.

   Soon I could no longer withstand the touch of the policewoman's finger
between my legs, so I begged her to stop.  For once, Officer Dawn granted
my request.  She stood up leaving me lying there stark naked with everyone
gazing down at me.  As I looked up at the boys, I could see a bulge in each
of their pants so it was obvious that they enjoyed my performance.

   Officer Dawn announced, "I've completed the search.  I'm convinced she's
not hiding anything down there."

   Then Officer Dawn helped me up to my feet and said, "Come on, its time
to go downtown to the station."

   I shrieked, "Downtown?  Haven't I been punished enough?"

   Officer Dawn replied, "Sorry, its policy."

   As the policewoman started to escort me towards the door, I panicked and
asked, "Wait, I'm naked!  What about my clothes?"

   Officer Dawn asked, "Where's her top?"

   Joyce answered, "Destroyed."

   Then Officer Dawn asked, "What about the shorts?"

   Tina giggled, pretended to look around, and then replied, "Sorry, we
must have misplaced them."

   Officer Dawn said, "Well, I guess you're leaving naked," and then she
escorted me out the door.

   Everyone followed me into the parking lot, giving them an unobstructed
view of my bare ass.  When the cop was about to open the door to her
unmarked police car, Doctor Hefferton finally appeared.

   The doctor asked, "Dawn, what's going on?"

   Officer Dawn replied by slowly telling the entire story from beginning
to end while I stood there naked in public with my wrists handcuffed behind
my back.  Officer Dawn and Doctor Hefferton kept talking as if I wasn't
even there, but everyone else was well aware of my presence as they had a
clear view of my breasts, bush and butt.

   I interrupted, "Hello...naked girl here!  Could you please open the
door?"

   Doctor Hefferton said, "Hang on, Amy.  I'm trying to get you released."

   I said, "Can you make it quick?"

   I was forced to remain standing there naked in the parking lot of the
gas station while the doctor continued discussing the situation with the
policewoman.  Unfortunately, there were some men at the gas pumps and they
were staring right at me.  There were also people driving down the street
that were getting a glimpse of me in the nude, too.

   Eventually Doctor Hefferton offered money to Joyce and Officer Dawn, and
they agreed to set me free although my humiliating experience was not over
yet.  Doctor Hefferton's car was clear across the parking lot, right next
to the street.  I had to walk all the way across the lot naked.  I tried to
walk with an arm across my chest and a hand between my legs, but I was
still a sight to behold.  Besides, my bare butt was fully exposed to
everyone.

   When we got to the car, Doctor Hefferton prolonged my nudity by fumbling
with his keys.  This aggravated me because my mother was in the car, but
she made no effort to unlock the doors.  Once we finally entered the car,
Doctor Hefferton headed for our trailer home, but I was forced to ride with
an arm across my bare breasts and a hand covering my pussy.  People in
other cars pointed and stared at me, but the doctor didn't care.  He took
his time, allowing as many people as he could to see the naked girl in the
back seat.

   As we rode home, I suddenly recalled that Doctor Hefferton addressed
Officer Dawn by her first name when he initially arrived on the scene.  It
was as if he already knew her.  I also wondered why Officer Dawn's police
car was a Toyota.  It became apparent that Dawn wasn't a police officer at
all.  My naked misadventure was all pre-arranged by Doctor Hefferton.

   I was fuming the rest of the way home.  Later that evening, I tried to
reason with my mother, but she was convinced that Doctor Hefferton was a
legitimate psychologist.  I told her that there was no way I could ever
endure another naked-in-public experience, but my mom said my reaction is a
common response to the situation.  My mom said that Doctor Hefferton told
her to expect it.  My mother informed me that I'd have to continue with the
therapy until I felt comfortable exposing myself in public.  Upon hearing
that, I went into my bedroom and sulked.  My fate was sealed and I was
dreading the next phase of my therapy!

   Amy and the Doctor - Part 8

   Doctor Hefferton's therapy was definitely not working because I
experienced another one of my naked-in-public nightmares.  Riding home from
the convenience store in the nude actually triggered my bad dream.  When we
arrived at our mobile home, I wanted to stay in the car until my mom opened
the front door.  Unfortunately, Doctor Hefferton claimed he had another
appointment and needed to leave immediately, so I was forced to get out of
his car right away.

   I desperately hoped that none of our neighbors were outside as I made a
mad dash from the car without a stitch of clothing on, but then I saw Mr.
Grover leering at me from across the street.  To make matters worse, I had
to stand on the doorstep of our trailer home while my mom fumbled with her
keys.  It was extremely embarrassing for me to allow Mr.  Grover the
pleasure of gawking at my totally nude eighteen-year-old body, and my mom's
lack of concern for my nakedness only served to intensify my embarrassment.

   Irritated by my mother's inability to open the door, I screamed, "Hurry,
Mom.  Mr.  Grover is looking at me!"

   To my dismay, instead of speeding up, my mom turned around, waved to Mr.
Grover and said, "Hi Dennis," which only prolonged my naked predicament.

   As my mom began making small talk with Mr.  Grover, I spied the
neighborhood boys entering the trailer park on their bikes so I panicked
and yelled, "Oh, no...there are boys coming down the street!  The door,
mom...open the door!"

   Instead of opening the door, my mom glanced up the street, laughed and
said, "You're right, the boys are coming this way.  It's a shame you don't
have any clothes on.  I guess it would be pretty embarrassing if they saw
you like this."

   I glared at my mom and sarcastically said, "Ya think!  Focus, mom...open
the door!"

   My mom merely smiled at me and then she slowly began looking through the
keys on her key chain.  There was no way I was going to let the
neighborhood boys catch me in the nude so I grabbed the keys out of my
mom's hand and quickly opened the door myself.  I burst through the door
just as the boys reached our trailer.  There were a few catcalls from the
boys so I guess they got a glimpse of my bare ass, but at least they
weren't treated to a full-frontal view!

   That night I had a bad dream about the experience.  In my dream, my mom
never did find her key.  We were locked out of our trailer home and I was
stark naked!

   My mom said, "I'll go get Mr.  Grover.  He'll be able to open the door."

   I shrieked, "You can't get Mr.  Grover.  I don't have any clothes on!"

   My mom replied, "I'm sorry Amy, but we don't have any other choice."

   When Mr.  Grover spotted me without my clothes on, he was all smiles.  I
threw an arm across my breasts and put a hand between my legs as Mr. 
Grover examined the lock on the door.  He got down on one knee as he worked
on the lock, which put him in the perfect position to check out my light
brown pussy hair.  I tried to cover my neatly-trimmed bush with my hand,
but there were still a few strands of pussy hair peeking out for the man to
see.

   I also caught Mr.  Grover trying to get a glimpse up my mother -(TM)s
short blue jean mini skirt.  I think my mom knew he was trying to get a
peek at her panties, but she didn -(TM)t seem to care.  My mom is a bit of
an exhibitionist and she loved teasing Mr.  Grover, so it was no big deal
to her.  However, I was completely naked so it was a very big deal to me!

   I whispered, "Mom...Mr.  Grover keeps looking at me."

   My mom replied, "Well what do you expect?  He's a man, and you're a
young cute naked girl.  It's only natural for him to want to look at you.
Besides, he's doing us a favor so just let him look if he wants to."

   Then I glanced up the street and saw the neighborhood boys approaching
on their bikes.

   I shrieked, "Mom, there's boys coming down the street.  They'll see me
naked!  What should I do?"

   My mom replied, "I'm sorry Amy, but there's not much you can do.  I
guess you'll have to stand there and let them look."

   I mocked, "Let Mr.  Grover look...let the boys look.  Is that your
answer to everything?"

   My mom simply smiled at my sarcasm, as if she was happy to exhibit my
naked body to the neighborhood.  When the boys finally arrived in front of
our trailer, they just rode around in circles observing my bare body from a
distance.  Then the boys got up enough courage to come all the way up to
the front door and offer to help.  However, Mr.  Grover explained that he
didn't need any help from the boys because I was his assistant, and then he
patted me on my bare butt cheeks.

   I objected, "I don't remember offering to help!"

   My mom countered, "Amy, that's no way to act.  Mr.  Grover is doing us a
favor so if he needs your assistance, then you will be his little helper!"

   Then My mom grinned at Mr.  Grover, as if she was giving him the green
light to humiliate me in front of the boys.  While I continued standing
there in the nude with an arm across my breasts and a hand between my legs,
the boys formed a half circle around me.  They paid particular attention to
my smooth firm butt, which was completely exposed.  Then Mr.  Grover asked
me for a screwdriver.  At first I refused to move, but my mom glared at me
so I nervously bent over, giving the boys an even better view of my bare
ass.

   Reaching for the screwdriver forced me to uncover my pussy hair, much to
the delight of the boys.  I got really nervous as I searched through the
toolbox because everyone was eyeing my bare butt and light brown bush, and
there was nothing I could do to stop them.  I finally found the screwdriver
and handed it to Mr.  Grover, but before I could place a hand over my
pussy, he instructed me to hold his pliers.  Now I no longer had a free
hand to conceal my pussy hair so only my breasts were covered.  Then Mr. 
Grover asked me to hand him a different screwdriver while continuing to
hold the pliers.

   I whined, "If I reach down for another tool, then I won't be able to
hide my breasts from the boys."

   Mr.  Grover looked up at my mother, then he gruffly said, "Do you want
the door unlocked or not?"

   I continued whining, "But, but my breasts...the boys...they'll see
everything!"

   My mom interjected, "Just give Mr.  Grover what he wants, Amy."

   Under my breath I uttered, "Mr.  Grover wants to see me naked!"

   My mom asked, "What did you say?"

   I replied, "Nothing," as I gave in and slowly dropped my arm.

   I bent over to search for the other screwdriver, but it was buried so
deep in the toolbox that I had to remain bent over for quite some time. 
This gave the boys a nice long look at my bare butt.  My firm titties and
precious pink nipples were also out in the open for the boys to see, and
they quickly moved in front of me to get a better view.

   When I finally picked up the screwdriver, I stood up affording the boys
an unobstructed view of my full firm breasts and round rosy nipples.  I was
mortified because the boys could now see everything I had to offer.  My
face turned crimson red from embarrassment because I was standing amongst a
group of people and I was the only one naked!

   I was holding a screwdriver in one hand and a pair of pliers in the
other, but I still tried to cover my nakedness the best I could. 
Unfortunately, most of my bare body was still on display and the boys were
soaking it up.

   Then Mr.  Grover said, "Amy, it would be easier for me if you just held
the whole toolbox."

   I shrieked, "The whole tool box?  But...but I would have to use two
hands to hold the toolbox.  I wouldn't be able to hide anything from the
boys."

   The boys could barely contain their excitement when my mom sternly said,
"Amy, don't argue.  Just do what the man asked."

   Nervously, I took a deep breath and slowly bent over.  As the boys gazed
at my bare ass, I picked up the toolbox with both hands and held it in
front of me.  I tried to use the toolbox to hide my pussy hair from the
boys, but Mr.  Grover demanded that I raise it higher.  I was forced to
hold the small toolbox in front of my flat tummy so now everything I had to
offer was on display for the boys to examine.

   With both of my hands occupied, there was no way for me to hide my
nakedness from the boys.  I simply had to stand there with my full breasts,
pink nipples, firm butt and hairy triangle all out in the open for everyone
to see.  Mr.  Grover appeared to be working on the lock, but he took many
breaks so that he could study my tight pussy.  I was mortified because Mr.
Grover even got down on one knee again to get a closer look.  He finally
stood up, but I began to panic when Mr.  Grover told us that he couldn't
unlock the door.

   My mom asked Mr.  Grover what we should do and he suggested that we try
picking the lock on the window.  As it turned out, the window wasn't even
locked.  My mom and Mr.  Grover thought that was funny, but I failed to see
the humor.

   I screeched, "You mean I've been standing here naked all this time and
all I had to do was open the window and crawl in?"

   Mr.  Grover said, "Apparently so."

   Then he slid the window open and offered, "Here, let me give you a
boost."

   I sternly said, "No thanks.  I can do it myself."

   Mr.  Grover said, "Okay...we'll just stand here and watch."

   With all of the boys eying my naked body, I quickly put an arm across my
breasts and a hand between my legs, and then I said, "Maybe you should go
first, mom."

   As my mom boldly approached the window, Mr.  Grover asked, "Can I offer
you some assistance?"

   My mom teased, "Oh I don't know, Dennis.  You might try to look up my
short skirt!"

   Mr.  Grover replied, "I promise not to look," but then he gave my mom a
big grin to let her know that he couldn't wait to get a peek at her
panties.

   It looked like my mom was about to get a taste of what I'd been going
through all day!



   Amy and the Doctor - Part 9

   When I was strip searched in the middle of a convenience store, I
thought it would be the worst thing that would happen to me all day, but it
wasn't.  My day got progressively worse.  I was forced to leave the
convenience store and walk across the parking lot naked.  Then I had to
ride home in the nude and dash from the car to the door of our mobile home
in front of our neighbor.

   Yet that still wasn't my worst experience of the day.  After Doctor
Hefferton dropped us off at our mobile home and drove away, my mom
discovered that she didn't have her keys.  We were locked out and I was
stark naked!

   Our neighbor, Mr.  Grover, was eager to help.  Was he just being nice or
was he anxious to help because my mother was wearing a dangerously short
blue jean mini skirt and a tight T-shirt?  The answer was obvious...he
wanted a peek at her panties!

   Then the neighborhood boys rode by on their bikes and stopped to help.
Was it because they wanted to learn how to open a door or did they want to
see an eighteen-year-old girl in the nude?  Again a no brainer...they
wanted to see me naked!

   Unfortunately, my day continued to get worse.  After spending an
eternity standing on my doorstep bare assed naked while everybody stared at
me, Mr.  Grover determined that he couldn't open the door without damaging
it.  He proceeded to check our windows and found one that was unlocked,
which meant I would have to climb through the window to enter our mobile
home.  After assessing the situation, I determined that climbing through
the window naked would be the most humiliated event of the afternoon!

   Luckily I was able to convince my mother to go first.  My mom was fully
dressed, but in the tight T-shirt and short skirt she was wearing I was
confident that she would reveal more to the guys than she wanted to.  I
thought that she would get a little taste of the humiliation that I had
endured all afternoon.  However, my mom is a bit of an exhibitionist and
she actually enjoyed the attention.

   I'm a little over five feet tall and my mom is only a few inches taller
than me so she needed to climb up to get through the window.  My mom is
very cute and she has a great body.  She had me as a teenager so she is now
only thirty-four years old.  She's old enough to attract the interest of
Mr. Grover, who is in his mid-forties, and she's young enough to hold the
attention of the eighteen-year-old neighborhood boys.

   As my mom reached up and grabbed the windowsill, Mr.  Grover got down
and boosted my mother up.  When she bent forward to get into the window,
her short blue jean mini skirt rode up exposing her skimpy white
see-through panties to the man.  Then my mom suddenly stopped and said that
her T-shirt was snagged on something.  She slid down, but her T-shirt was
hooked on a screw in the window frame.

   Mr.  Grover helped my mother down, but her T-shirt remained snagged on
the screw.  When she slid down to the ground, her T-shirt lifted all the
way up over her bra-covered breasts.  Her lacy white bra was so flimsy that
everyone could easily see her round rosy nipples through the thin material,
and all of the boys took notice, including Mr.  Grover.  My mom's big tits
were hanging out, but she acted more concerned about her T-shirt than her
exposed boobies.

   My mom asked, "I don't want to rip my T-shirt.  Do you think I should
take it off?"

   Mr.  Grover replied, "Absolutely."

   I had to laugh.  What other response would she expect from the man?

   My mom removed her T-shirt and carefully unhooked it from the
windowsill. As she stood there in just her bra, she inspected her T-shirt
while the boys inspected her barely covered breasts.  My mom determined
that the T-shirt was okay and I got excited because I thought she was going
to give the shirt to me.  Unfortunately, she tossed it through the open
window so I was destined to remain in the nude even longer.

   My exhibitionist mother reached up and attempted to climb through the
window again.  She moved very slowly as she shimmied through the window,
affording Mr.  Grover and the boys a nice long look at her barely covered
butt.  Her panties were so transparent that I could see her butt crack
through the veil-thin material and her skimpy underwear received the
undivided attention of the boys.

   I was relieved for a moment because everyone's interest was now directed
at my mom's tiny panties, but then I pictured myself going through the
window.  Since I was naked, I imagined what the boys would be able to see
and it made me extremely nervous.  The boys were not only going to get a
clear view of my smooth firm butt, they were going to get a good look at my
pretty pink pussy lips, too.  The thought of the boys examining my bare
beaver made me very uncomfortable, but I decided it was worth the
humiliation of exposing myself to the boys if it meant being able to put
some clothes on.

   When my mom finally made it into the trailer, I quickly approached the
window and leaned inside.  In my bent over position, the boys were treated
to an incredible view of my bare ass.  I wanted to climb in quickly, but it
was a little more difficult than I thought.

   Then I heard one of the boys yell, "Let me help you."

   I said, "No, please don't help.  Really, I don't need any help," but
another boy said, "Yes you do.  Here, let me help, too!"

   In no time I had several hands on my butt cheeks helping me get into the
trailer.  I was bent over with my butt right in their faces and they were
touching every inch of my bare ass.  I tried to pull myself through the
window, but I couldn't move.  Then a wave of terror flowed over me when I
determined that I was going to have to spread my legs to get inside the
trailer.

   I timidly lifted my knee up to the windowsill, and then I gasped when I
heard one of the boys yell, "Wow, look at that!"

   I was mortified because I was now giving the boys a beaver shot and
there was no way for me to stop them from examining my precious pink pussy
lips.  As I continued struggling to get through the window, I suddenly felt
fingers all over my backside.  The boys were not only touching my bare butt
cheeks, they were also touching my sensitive butt crack.  Then one of the
boys tried to help by putting his hand on the small of my back.  However,
instead of helping me enter the trailer, he was actually preventing me from
getting through the window.

   The boys seized the opportunity and I could feel their fingers creep
underneath me and begin combing through my soft pussy hair.  I also felt
two hands reach through the window and grab my bare boobs.  My right breast
was being massaged while the fingers on my left breast gently tweaked and
pulled on my round rosy nipple.  Both of my nipples instantly became erect.

   Suddenly I heard my mom open the front door.  She came out and still
didn't have a shirt on.  My mom's big tits were hanging out, which made Mr.
Grover very happy.  However, all of the boys' attention was focused on me.

   Then my mom asked, "Why is Amy trying to crawl through the window?  Why
didn't she just wait for me to open the door?"

   I felt like an idiot.  I could have avoided all this torture and
humiliation by waiting for my mother to open the door, but it was too late
to turn back now.  I was trapped and the boys weren't about to let me get
away easily.

   Mr.  Grover asked, "Should we help her?"

   Much to my dismay, my mom replied, "No.  I don't want to spoil her fun."

   I said, "My fun?  It's the boys' fun that you're not spoiling!"

   Unfortunately, my appeal for help was ignored.  My mom and Mr.  Grover
just stood on the doorstep and watched, offering no assistance at all as
the neighborhood boys molested my bare body.  Then one of the boys decided
to push his finger into my wet waiting pussy.

   I yelped, "Please, don't touch me there."

   The boy asked, "Why not?  I heard girls like this."

   I begged, "Please...please stop.  You don't know what that does to a
girl."

   The boy paid no heed to my request and started pushing his finger in and
out, in and out, which made that funny feeling begin flowing throughout my
body.

   Then a second boy said, "I heard girls like this, too," and then he
reached up and put his finger on my love button.

   As the first boy continued stroking my pleasure place, the other boy
gently rubbed my little clitty and it sent chills throughout my body.

   Once again I pleaded, "Please...please don't touch me there," but my
body defied me.

   As I begged the boys to stop, I unconsciously arched my back giving them
full access to my tight wet pussy.  My hands were on the chair inside the
window and my knees were on the windowsill, spread as far apart as the
window frame would allow.  The boys had their hands around my thighs, so I
was stuck in that position.

   With Mr.  Grover and my mom watching from the doorstep, the boys
continued having their way with me.  I was naked and helpless because I got
stuck trying to crawl through a window and the neighborhood boys were
taking full advantage of the situation.  There were hands rubbing my smooth
firm ass, fingers tickling my sensitive butt crack and hands massaging my
full breasts.  There were also fingers tweaking my pretty pink nipples,
fingers combing through my pussy hair, a finger rubbing my love button, and
a finger moving in and out of my tight wet pussy.  I was totally
humiliated, yet I couldn't fight the feeling that was building inside of
me.

   The feeling was getting stronger and stronger as chills went up and down
my spine.  It felt so good that I began to moan and I no longer had the
will or the strength to pull myself through the window.  Earlier I wanted
the boys to leave, but now I needed them to stay and finish what they
started.

   Instead of begging them to stop, I was now moaning, "Mmm...don't stop.
It feels so good.  Rub my butt, feel my breasts, touch my pussy.  Yes, just
like that!  Mmm, it feels so good.  Don't stop...please don't stop."

   The boys continued their assault on my body and it felt great.  They
were touching me in all the right places and the feeling inside of me kept
building stronger and stronger.  Finally I reached to point of no return. I
needed to cum and I needed to cum now!

   Finally, my body tensed up and I started screaming, "Oh my gosh, it
feels so good.  I'm...I'm cumming, I'm cumming.  Mmm, yes...yes, oh
yes...I'm cumming!"

   Soon I couldn't take it anymore, but the boys refused to stop.  There
were still fingers all over my body, including inside my pussy.

   I yelled, "Mom help me.  Please help me.  Make the boy take his finger
out of my pussy!"

   My mom gently brushed her fingers through my shoulder length light brown
hair and softly said, "Amy...Amy, wake up.  That's not a boy's
finger...that's your finger!"

   Startled, I opened my eyes and saw my mom sitting beside me on my bed.
My T-shirt was up above my breasts and my panties were down around my
ankles.  Then I looked between my legs and found that my mom was right...it
was my finger inside my pussy!

   I was mortified as my mom said, "You were having another nightmare, and
this one really got you worked up."

   As I pulled my finger out of my pussy and squeezed my legs together, I
innocently asked, "What makes you say that?"

   My mom chuckled and replied, "By the way you were pumping your finger in
and out of your pussy while pulling on your nipples.  It was getting me
worked up!  When you screamed, 'Oh my gosh, it feels so good.  I'm...I'm
cumming, I'm cumming.  Mmm, yes...yes, oh yes...I'm cumming,' then I almost
came myself."

   I was so embarrassed.  Not only was I having another naked-in-public
nightmare, I was also caught masturbating by my mother.

   Then my mom hugged me and said, "It's going to be alright.  I'll give
Doctor Hefferton a call and we'll set up another therapy session."

   I begged, "Mom, please don't call Doctor Hefferton.  All he wants to do
is expose me in public and that's the reason I'm having nightmares in the
first place."

   My mom simply replied, "You'll have to trust him, he's a doctor."

   After my mom left my bedroom, I curled up in the fetal position.  I'm
having naked-in-public nightmares and my doctor thinks exposing me in
public will cure me of these nightmares.  However, I don't believe he's a
real doctor.  I think he's some guy in his forties who likes humiliating
eighteen-year-old girls by stripping them in public.  Unfortunately, he's
sleeping with my mother so she hangs on every word he says.  Terrified, I
just laid there with my T-shirt up over my breasts and my panties down
around my ankles wondering what compromising position I was going to end up
in during my next therapy session!



   Amy and the Doctor - Part 10

   It was well past noon and I was still lying in bed with my T-shirt up
above my breasts and my panties down around my ankles.  After my mom caught
me furiously pumping my finger in and out of my tight young pussy, I was
too embarrassed to get up and face her.  Then I heard the front door open
and close.  Assuming that my mother left our mobile home to run an errand,
I finally dragged myself out of bed.

   I kicked off my panties and pulled my short T-shirt down.  When I looked
in the mirror, I saw that half of my light brown pussy hair was showing in
front and I could feel that half of my smooth firm butt was hanging out in
back.  I could also see my pert pink nipples poking out in front of the
pale blue T-shirt, but I was home alone so I really didn't care.

   I headed for the kitchen to make myself something to eat, but when I
passed by the living room window, I saw a disturbing sight.  My mom didn't
actually go anywhere.  She merely ventured out to retrieve the mail.  The
disturbing part was that my mom was still wearing her nightgown and she
wasn't wearing anything underneath it!

   Even though the nightgown went down to her knees, it was still very
revealing because it was made of a pink see-through material.  It also had
spaghetti straps and a deep V-neck that showed plenty of cleavage.  My
mother's round rosy nipples were visible through the thin fabric and her
light brown bush was prominently displayed through the veil thin material
below.

   As I watched my mother prancing around half naked in broad daylight, I
asked myself, "Why is she checking the mail?  There's no mail on Sunday!"

   Then I saw Mr.  Grover approaching from across the street and I wanted
to yell out, "Quick mom, turn around.  Mr.  Grover is coming and he'll see
you in your nightgown."

   Unfortunately, Mr.  Grover said hello to my mother before could I even
open the door.  At first I thought my mom was embarrassed, but as it turned
out my exhibitionist mother didn't seem to care at all.  She apologized to
Mr.  Grover for the way she was dressed, but her nervous smile didn't fool
me.

   While my mom apologized to Mr.  Grover, she emphasized what she was
apologizing for.  She pointed out how her nipples showed through the top of
her flimsy nightgown and she drew attention to the way her hairy triangle
was visible beneath the sheer material.  My mom even demonstrated how
easily the spaghetti straps can fall down, and then she bent over and shook
her top, nearly exposing her bare breasts to the man in the process.

   I was certain that my mother was actually enjoying the way Mr.  Grover
was shamelessly gawking at her.  While Mr.  Grover sipped from his can of
beer and exchanged small talk with my mom, he frequently glanced down at my
mom's full firm breasts and neatly trimmed bush, which were easy see as the
sunlight shined through my mother's practically transparent gown.

   Due to an unexpected teenaged pregnancy, my mom is very young for having
an eighteen year old daughter.  I've always felt that my mother is
beautiful and she has a great body.  Many people have even commented that
my thirty-four year old mom actually looks more like a sister to me than a
mother.  I guess that's why she loves to flaunt it.

   When Mrs.  Grover saw her husband talking to my mother, she came out to
join them by the mailbox.  Mrs.  Grover was carrying a couple of beers and
she was wearing a short white T-shirt with "Bad Girl" written across the
front of it.  From the way her medium-sized breasts bounced around as she
crossed the street, it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra.  Mrs. 
Grover handed my mother a beer so it appeared that they were going to stand
outside and party for a while.

   Mr.  Grover is in his mid-forties, but his wife, Gloria, is only thirty
years old.  She's a hair stylist and they've only been married for a few
months.  I didn't know much about her, but I quickly discovered that the
stunning brunette shared my mom's zest for exhibitionism.

   It was obvious that Mrs.  Grover wanted to compete with my mother for
Mr. Grover's attention because Mrs.  Grover's small T-shirt stopped right
at the bottom of her pleasure place.  I was curious as to whether or not
she was wearing anything underneath it.  I figured the shirt was riding too
high on her thighs for shorts, so the question was whether she was wearing
panties or going commando in public.

   Soon a car went by and blew Mrs.  Grover's short T-shirt up, exposing a
pair of black G-string style panties to the occupant of the car.  I would
have expected Mrs.  Grover to feel embarrassed and quickly push her T-shirt
down.  However, when the driver beeped his horn, both Mrs.  Grover and my
mother shamelessly waved to the man.

   First I looked at Mrs.  Grover, who was standing outside drinking a beer
and clad in only a small white T-shirt with a black G-string.  Then I
looked at my mother, who was also drinking a beer, and she was dressed in a
see-through nightgown with nothing on underneath it.  Since I have such a
fear of showing my body in public, it was hard for me to watch the two
women standing on the side of the street wearing practically nothing at
all.

   Watching the two women became simply unbearable when I saw Mrs.  Grover
lift her T-shirt and begin talking about how tiny her panties were.  It
appeared that Mrs.  Grover was explaining to my mother how she had to trim
her pussy hair very short in order to wear the skimpy G-string.  Then, to
emphasize her point, Mrs.  Grover boldly pulled her panties all the way
down to her knees.  She wanted to show my mom how she had just finished
shaving her pussy so nice and clean.  Mrs.  Grover even asked my mother to
feel how smooth it was.

   When my mom accepted and reached down to put her hand between Mrs. 
Grover's legs, I said to myself, "That's all I can take.  These women give
trailer park girls a bad name!"

   I went into the kitchen and ate a bowl of cereal.  When I was finished,
I put my bowl in the dishwasher and headed for my bedroom to get dressed.
Then I heard a car door slam and I couldn't help peeking outside to see
what was going on.  When I cracked open the front door, I saw Doctor
Hefferton's car in the driveway.  What I didn't see was my mom right there
on the doorstep.  She quickly grabbed my wrists and pulled me outside.

   My mom excitedly said, "We're going over to the Grover's house right
now. Gloria is going to style her sister's hair, so she offered to cut and
style our hair, too...for free!"

   As the door to our trailer closed behind me, I yelped, "I can't go over
there.  I don't have any pants on.  I don't even have any panties on!"

   My mom responded, "That's okay.  It's just Mr.  Grover and Doctor
Hefferton, and they've already seen you naked."

   As my mom dragged me into the street, I attempted to explain that
displaying my body to the men was not okay with me.  Unfortunately, I
couldn't put up much of a fight because I was too busy trying to pull my
shirt down and cover my pussy.  Then I spied those neighborhood boys riding
their bikes down the street.  I figured it was better to be half naked in
Mrs.  Grover's trailer than to be half naked in front of the boys.  We
hurried into the Grover's mobile home, but I soon learned that when I'm in
public with Doctor Hefferton, hiding my nude body is not an option!



   Amy and the Doctor - Part 11

   When my mother and I arrived at the Grover's mobile home, Mrs.  Grover
graciously greeted us at the door and ushered us into the kitchen.  Mr. 
Grover and Doctor Hefferton were seated at the kitchen table and as I
entered the room, their eyes became glued to my short T-shirt.  Since I was
naked underneath the shirt, I held it down in an attempt to hide my light
brown bush from the men.  I took a seat at the table with the men, but my
hands were in my lap as I continued tugging on my short T-shirt.

   Doctor Hefferton pointed to my hands and asked, "What are you trying to
hide down there, Amy?"

   I began to blush and Mr.  Grover added, "You don't have to be
embarrassed around us.  After all, we've already seen you naked."

   That statement made my face turn crimson red, but I was really mortified
when Mrs.  Grover said, "I heard you had quite a day yesterday.  You were
naked in a convenience store and naked in a crowded parking lot.  Then you
went for a nude car ride and ended up in front of your own trailer without
any clothes on.  That would have been too much nudity for me...and I'm a
girl that likes showing off!  Since you're terrified of being naked in
public, it must have been pretty horrific for you."

   I said, "It was extremely horrific!"

   Doctor Hefferton commented, "And I heard you had another one of your
naked-in-pubic nightmares, too."

   I started to say, "Yeah...no thanks to you," but my mom jumped in and
said, "Yes she did and this time she ended up masturbating until she gave
herself an orgasm.  It was so cute watching Amy push her finger in and out
of her little pussy.  Her T-shirt was up over her breasts and her panties
were down around her ankles, and she was just going to town on that little
beaver of hers.  Amy was even pulling on her nipples while she
masturbated."

   Mrs.  Grover said, "Oh Amy, it sounds like you were just adorable!  I
wish I could have been there to see it."

   The expressions on the men's faces showed that they wished they could
have seen it, too, which really embarrassed me.

   Feeling humiliated, I covered my face and mumbled, "Can't I have any
secrets?"

   Mr.  Grover laughed and answered, "Not when you -(TM)re naked in
public!"

   Sensing my discomfort, Mrs.  Grover diverted, "Well, enough about Amy.
We should get started on your hair, Debra."

   My mom said, "Okay," and then she stepped in front of the kitchen sink.

   Mrs.  Grover asked, "Do you need another beer Doctor Hefferton?"

   Doctor Hefferton replied, "Yes I could use one, and please call me Bob."

   Mrs.  Grover opened the refrigerator and bent over to grab a beer from
the bottom shelf.  When she bent over, her short T-shirt rode up and the
men could see that fabulous toned ass of hers.  Mrs.  Grover was still
wearing her G-string, but the string got swallowed up inside her butt crack
so it appeared as if she wasn't wearing any panties at all.  I couldn't
believe that Mrs.  Grover had just met Doctor Hefferton a few minutes ago
and she was already displaying her nearly naked ass to him!

   My mom was leaning over the kitchen sink and Mrs.  Grover bent over to
wash my mom's hair.  It was easy to see my mom's bare butt through the
super sheer material of her nightgown, and once again Mrs.  Grover's nearly
naked ass was showing, too.  Everyone appeared to loosen up as the beer
continued to flow and Doctor Hefferton began comparing the women's butts.

   That prompted Mr.  Grover to declare, "My wife has the best butt in the
trailer park," and then he hooked his finger around his wife's G-string and
pulled it down.

   Mrs.  Grover yelled, "Dennis!  Stop that," and then she bent down to
pull her panties up.

   She bent over with her legs straight and pointed her bare ass right at
the men, which they thoroughly enjoyed.  Then she pulled the G-string up
and went back to washing my mom's hair.  As Mrs.  Grover bent over the
sink, Doctor Hefferton motioned for Mr.  Grover to pull the G-string down
again.  He obliged, but this time Mrs.  Grover didn't pull her panties back
up.

   Mrs.  Grover simply scooped the tiny G-string up with her toe and said,
"If you want my G-string so bad, then you can have it," and then she kicked
the G-string in Doctor Hefferton's direction.

   The men laughed as Mrs.  Grover returned to the sink.  Then she bent
over to rinse my mother's hair, but when her short T-shirt rode up this
time, her totally bare butt was put on view for the men to enjoy.  Mr. 
Grover appeared proud of his wife's fine ass while Doctor Hefferton
carefully studied every inch of it.  Then Mrs.  Grover finished washing my
mom's hair and the two women stepped over to a tall bar stool positioned
next to the kitchen table.

   As my mom stood in front of the bar stool, the sunlight from the window
shined right through her see-through nightgown.  The veil-thin material of
the gown practically provided the men with an unobstructed view of my mom's
full firm breasts and neatly-trimmed bush.  It was obvious that the men
were gawking at my mom's state of undress, but she just stood there and
boldly let them look.

   Mrs.  Grover spread her hair tools out across the kitchen table, and
then my mom finally took a seat on the tall bar stool.  When Mrs.  Grover
reached up to begin trimming my mother's hair, her short T-shirt rode up
with her arms.  The men, especially Doctor Hefferton, were on the edge of
their seats anticipating the moment when Mrs.  Grover would have to reach
all the way up, forcing her to expose her pussy to the men.

   Little by little Mrs.  Grover's hands climbed upward as she snipped my
mother's hair.  The hem of her short T-shirt slowly followed as it rose up
higher and higher in front of her.  Mrs.  Grover was well aware of what was
about to happen and she couldn't help smiling about it.  Then Mrs.  Grover
finally reached all the way up to cut the top of my mother's hair causing
her T-shirt to lift up above her pussy.

   Doctor Hefferton gasped when he saw Mrs.  Grover's pretty pussy.  I
guess he didn't expect to see such a smooth clean-shaven pussy.  Doctor
Hefferton almost looked shocked by the sight of her bald beaver.  Mrs. 
Grover chuckled when she saw Doctor Hefferton's eyes popping out of his
head and it distracted her so much that she dropped her comb.

   Before Mrs.  Grover bent over to retrieve the comb, she made sure her
legs were slightly spread apart.  Then she slowly bent over with her legs
straight.  Mrs.  Grover had to bend over so far that her pretty pink pussy
lips were visible from behind.  Mrs.  Grover remained in that position for
a while, giving the men a nice long look at her bare ass and silky smooth
snatch.  Then she stood up and looked over her shoulder.  Mrs.  Grover
flashed a big smile at the men before moving next to my mom and finishing
her hair.

   As my mom stood up to leave the chair, the front door opened and Mrs. 
Grover's sister entered.  Unfortunately for me, her sister was followed by
her husband and son..

   I muttered, "Oh great...there's more men here to look at me."

   Doctor Hefferton leaned over and said, "You should embrace this moment.
It's good therapy for you."

   I wanted to tell Doctor Hefferton where he could shove his therapy, but
I bit my tongue and concentrated on holding my short T-shirt down to
protect my bare pussy.

   Mrs.  Grover introduced the new arrivals as Bill and Linda Parker, and
their son's name was Brian.  My mom reached out and shook the man's hand,
as if it was no big deal to meet someone for the first time while wearing a
see-through nightgown.  My mom shook the man's hand so hard that the
spaghetti strap on her nightgown slid down her arm and one of her boobs
popped out right in front of them.  My mom even acted as if she didn't
realize her boob was exposed as she continued shaking the man's hand,
causing her firm breast to bounce in the process.

   Mrs.  Grover finally said, "Debra, your tit's showing," and then she
reached out and pushed my mom's strap back up.

   My mom faked embarrassment, but I knew for a fact that she was just
showing off for the handsome man.  Mr.  Parker acted mature as he only
glanced casually at my mom's figure, but Brian outright gawked at my mom's
nearly naked body.  The boy couldn't take his eyes off my mom as he stared
intensely at her titties, hoping they would fall out of her flimsy top
again.

   Mrs.  Parker finally slapped Brian on the side of the head and said,
"It's not polite to stare, Brian!"

   As Brian turned away in shame, my mom said, "I'm so sorry, Linda.  If
I'd have known you were bringing your son, I would have worn something more
appropriate.  Maybe I should put something else on."

   Mrs.  Parker replied, "No, that's okay.  I just don't understand why
eighteen year old boys are so obsessed with naked women."

   Mr.  Grover laughed and said, "Yeah...eighteen year old boys are the
only ones obsessed with naked women," and then the rest of the men laughed,
too.

   As Mr.  Parker sat down in the last available kitchen chair, my mom
said, "Brian, I have an eighteen year old daughter," and then she turned to
me and said, "Amy, come over here and meet Brian."

   I shrieked, "Come over there!  Mom, you know I don't have any pants on!"

   Brian excitedly said, "She doesn't have any pants on?"

   My mom smiled and replied, "No, and she doesn't have any panties on
either.  In fact she's not wearing anything under the little T-shirt she
has on so try not to stare at her.  She gets embarrassed easily."

   Brian's could barely contain himself as he said, "Wow...she's naked
under her T-shirt!  I mean...um, no, I won't stare, I promise."

   Then my mom demanded, "Come on Amy.  We're waiting."

   I asked, "Do I have to?"

   Mrs.  Parker said, "There's no point in humiliating the young girl," but
my mom countered, "She's not going to be rude and defy me like this.  I'll
drag her over here if I have to."

   When it appeared that my mom was becoming angry with me, I gave in and
went over to meet Brian.  I nervously stood up and carefully held the front
of my shirt down with my left hand while I shook the boys hand with my
right.  I could feel the cool breeze against my bare butt and I blushed
because the men seated behind me had a clear view of my bare ass.

   Mrs.  Parker said, "Well look at her.  She's cute, isn't she Brian?"

   Brian mumbled, "Very cute," but I don't think he even looked at my face.

   Then I heard Mr.  Parker say, "Like mother, like daughter," in reference
to my bare behind.

   It really embarrassed me so I quickly sat back down in my chair.

   Mrs.  Parker told Brian, "I know how you hate watching women get their
hair done, so you can sit in the living room and watch TV."

   Brian replied, "No, that's okay.  I don't mind waiting in the kitchen."

   Mrs.  Parker joked, "You don't mind waiting in the kitchen because Amy's
in there, right?"

   Brian didn't respond to his mother.  He just smiled at me, which made my
face turn an even darker shade of red.

   My mom looked around the kitchen and said, "There's no chairs left."

   Doctor Hefferton said, "That's okay.  You can sit right here," and then
he pulled my partially dressed mom down on his lap.

   Then my mom asked, "But where will Brian sit?"

   Brian replied, "Don't worry about me.  I'll sit right here on the
floor."

   Brian knew exactly what he was doing when he took a seat on the floor
next to me.  The adults in the room were well aware the boy's intentions,
too.  They could see that Brian had positioned himself perfectly so that he
was eye-level to my pussy.  It made me feel uncomfortable because I had to
be very careful about keeping my pussy hair covered.  Doctor Hefferton and
my mom sensed my discomfort with the situation, but all they did was smile
at me as they opened a couple cans of beer.

   Luckily, Mrs.  Parker wanted to be the next girl to get her hair done,
but I got really nervous when I thought about how I would have to stand up
in front of Brian.  He was sitting on the floor and he knew that I didn't
have anything on underneath my super short T-shirt.  Brian was tall and
cute, and he was obviously an athlete because of his muscular build. 
However, that didn't mean I wanted to jump up and flash my naked body at
him.

   Brian knew that he would be able to see everything I had to offer when I
stood up and he couldn't wait for that moment to arrive.  Since I was
bottomless, there was no way I would be able to hide my butt and bush from
the boy, and he kept smiling in my direction to let me know that he was
paying close attention to my predicament.  I nervously smiled back at
Brian, which seemed to excite him even more.  The tension between us was
growing stronger by the minute because we both knew that I was going to be
forced to flash my naked body for him very soon!





   Amy and the Doctor - Part 12

   Mrs.  Parker stepped up to the sink and asked, "Gloria, do you have a
smock or something I can put on over my dress?"

   Mrs.  Grover chuckled and said, "Nope."

   Mrs.  Parker said, "Well what am I supposed to do?  I don't want to mess
up my dress."

   Mrs.  Grover said, "I guess you'll just have to take it off," and then
she proceeded to unzip Mrs.  Parker's short sundress as the men cheered.

   Mrs.  Parker put her hands over her breasts to keep her dress from
falling off and then she said to the men, "I'm not stripping for you
perverts...and hell, I just met Bob.  Sure, if I had a body like Gloria's
I'd consider it, but not with my body!"

   Mrs.  Parker was about ten years older than her sister, but she shared
the same good looks.  She was a little heavier than Mrs.  Grover, but the
weight was all in her boobs and butt.  Mrs.  Parker was actually very
attractive so I don't know why she felt ashamed of her figure.

   Mr.  Parker said to his wife, "Just do it, Linda.  We need a thrill."

   Mrs.  Parker reluctantly said, "Oh alright," and then she removed her
hands from her breasts.

   Mrs.  Grover proceeded to push Mrs.  Parker's dress off and it fell to
the floor.  As Mrs.  Grover picked up the dress and set it on the kitchen
counter, her sister simply stood there in her underwear.  Mrs.  Parker had
on a normal bra to harness her big boobs, but her panties were practically
transparent.  Her dark bush was clearly visible under the thin white
material.

   Mrs.  Parker got embarrassed when she saw all of the men staring at her
so she turned around.  Her panties were also transparent from behind and
the men could see her slightly large, but very shapely ass right through
the sheer fabric.  There was even a little bit of Mrs.  Parker's butt crack
hanging out above the waistband of her underwear and the men were quick to
point that out.

   Acting mischievously, Mrs.  Grover turned her sister around to face the
men.  Then she hooked her finger inside of Mrs.  Parker's panties and
stretched them out so that everyone could see her pussy hair.  Mrs.  Parker
had a nice lush patch of dark hair between her legs and Mrs.  Grover made
sure that everyone got a good look at it.

   Mrs.  Grover raked her long red fingernails through her sister's pussy
hair and said, "Look at that bush.  Why don't you trim that forest?"

   Mrs.  Parker countered, "Like you're perfectly trimmed down there," and
then she lifted up the front of Mrs.  Grover's short T-shirt.

   Mrs.  Parker looked shocked to discover that not only was Mrs.  Grover
trimmed down there, her sister was actually clean shaven between her legs.
Then Mrs.  Grover grabbed her sister's hand and forced it down between her
legs.

   Mrs.  Grover said, "Smooth, huh?"

   Mrs.  Parker said, "Yep," and then she pulled her hand away.

   Mr.  Parker called out, "My turn to touch it," but Mrs.  Parker glared
at him so he quickly shut up.

   Then Mrs.  Parker turned to Brian and said, "Don't let me catch you
looking under Aunt Gloria's shirt!"

   Mrs.  Grover, who obviously had a little too much to drink, threw a leg
up on the tall barstool and said, "Yeah, Brian.  Don't let me catch you
looking under my shirt."

   Brian couldn't help looking up at his aunt.  From his position on the
floor, he had a clear view of her bald beaver.  He could easily see his
Aunt Gloria's butt crack and pretty pink pussy lips, and she just stood
there letting him look.  In fact, she was practically pushing her smooth
snatch right into the boy's face.  The men were equally as attentive to
Mrs. Grover's display, especially Mr.  Parker, who seemed thrilled to get a
look at his sister-in-law's pussy.

   Doctor Hefferton said to Mr.  Parker, "Your son's getting quite an
education today."

   Mr.  Parker replied, "Yep, every day's a school day, but I never had a
teacher quite like Gloria," and then the men laughed.

   Finally, Mrs.  Parker said, "That's enough, Gloria.  Let's get started
on my hair."

   When Mrs.  Parker bent over the sink, her panties slipped down a little
and there was even more of her butt crack showing above the waistband. 
However, no one was showing more butt crack than Mrs.  Grover because she
wasn't wearing any panties as all.  Since Mrs.  Grover had to bend over to
wash her sister's hair, practically her entire butt was hanging out from
under the short T-shirt for everyone to see.  Brian appeared to be studying
his Aunt Gloria's bare butt closely, which made me happy because it took
his focus off of me.

   While Mrs.  Grover washed her sister's hair, she looked down and saw how
Mrs.  Parker's butt crack was hanging out.  Mrs.  Grover decided to have a
little fun and figured she'd push her sister's panties down in front of the
men.  Mrs.  Grover placed her finger at the top of Mrs.  Parker's butt and
gently slid her finger down her sister's butt crack, dragging her sister's
panties down with her finger.

   When more than two-thirds of Mrs.  Parker's bare butt was showing, she
called out, "Gloria, stop it!"

   Mrs.  Grover removed her finger, but neither Mrs.  Grover nor Mrs. 
Parker bothered to pull the panties back up.  Mrs.  Parker remained bent
over at the sink with most of her bare ass on display for everyone to see.
Mrs.  Grover bent over to finish washing her sister's hair, putting plenty
of flesh on display for the men to enjoy.

   Mrs.  Parker finally pulled her panties up before she sat down on the
bar stool.  Once again the men were excited to watch Mrs.  Grover's short
T-shirt rise up in front, putting her pussy on view.  Everyone had their
eyes focused between Mrs.  Grover's legs, including Brian and my mom.

   Suddenly I remembered Doctor Hefferton discussing the possibility of my
mother having a lesbian affair while the doctor watched.  When I saw the
way my mom was smiling at the sight of Mrs.  Grover's pussy, I got an
instinct that my mom had found her partner.  Then Mrs.  Grover noticed how
my mom was gazing at her pussy, so Mrs.  Grover flashed a big smile at my
mom.  Now I was certain that the two women were going to hook up.  However,
I was pretty sure that it wasn't going to happen today.  I figured they
would wait for a more private and intimate setting.

   Mrs.  Grover finally finished with her sister's hair, so Mrs.  Parker
stood up and reached for her dress.

   However, Mrs.  Grover quickly snatched the dress away from her sister
and said, "Sorry sis, only naked women are allowed in my house today!"

   Mrs.  Parker didn't even put up a fight.

   She merely said, "Fine...whatever," and then she walked over and stood
in front of me.

   Mrs.  Parker, who was still glad in only her underwear, looked down at
me and said, "Your turn, kid," and then she waited for me to stand up so
she could sit in my chair.

   It was the moment everyone had been waiting for, especially Brian.  I
was going to have to stand up in front of the boy and I wasn't wearing
anything under my short T-shirt.  I was about to expose my butt and bush to
a boy I'd just met, as well as all the other men in the room.  Little did I
know that Brian would soon be seeing more than just a quick flash of my
pussy hair!



   Amy and the Doctor - Part 13

   Suddenly everyone in the room was focused on me.  I felt so nervous and
helpless as they all waited patiently for me to get up out of my chair. 
I'm sure the men were looking forward to seeing my young bare body, but
then I determined that they were actually more interested in witnessing my
reaction to Brian looking up between my legs.  I hesitated for a moment,
but then I decided that I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of
humiliating me so I boldly stood up without even touching the bottom of my
super short T-shirt.

   With a big smile on my face, I simply walked directly to the sink and
bent over so that Mrs.  Grover could wash my hair.  I'm sure Brian had a
clear view of my butt and bush as I passed by, but I never glanced down to
see his reaction.  Neither Mrs.  Grover nor I had panties on so when we
leaned over, everybody had an unobstructed view of our bare asses.

   Even though I tried not to show it, I was extremely embarrassed because
my T-shirt was so short that my lower back was exposed.  Since I could feel
the bottom of my shirt resting on my lower back, I knew that every inch of
my smooth bare butt was on display for everyone to see.  From Brian's
position on the floor, I was afraid that he might be able to look between
my legs and see my pussy lips from behind, too.  Thinking about what I was
showing to Brian served to heighten my level of embarrassment.

   Mrs.  Grover spent twice as long washing my hair as she did with
everyone else.  It was obvious that she did it on purpose to give everybody
a nice long look at my firm little butt.  However, I just remained bent
over and didn't say a word.  I was determined to get through this ordeal
without complaining.

   Then Mrs.  Grover patted me on my bare butt and said, "All done...time
to cut your hair," but she didn't take her hand off my butt.

   Mrs.  Grover let her hand linger over my smooth bare ass.  Then she let
her finger slowly slide down my sensitive butt crack.  As everyone watched,
I stayed bent over the sink as Mrs.  Grover's finger slid further and
further down my butt crack.  She didn't even stop when she reached my
pussy. Mrs.  Grover boldly split my slightly moist pussy lips with her
fingertip and ran her finger back and forth a few times.  Mrs.  Grover was
waiting for me to stop her, but I never did.

   Then she felt my sweet snatch getting wet from her touch so she giggled
and said, "I guess we better get started on your hair...your other hair!"

   I climbed up into the chair and pulled my super short T-shirt down. 
Unfortunately, every time I let go, my T-shirt would rise up and my pussy
hair would show.

   Mrs.  Grover saw me struggling with my T-shirt and said, "Maybe you
should take that shirt off so it doesn't get messed up while I cut your
hair."

   My face lit up because I thought Mrs.  Grover was going to give me a
bigger shirt to wear.  Unfortunately, Mrs.  Grover was getting drunk from
all the beer she was drinking and her real goal was to get me completely
naked.  When I lifted my arms and allowed her to pull my shirt off, I
quickly put an arm across my chest and a hand between my legs as I waited
for the bigger shirt to arrive, but it never did.  Mrs.  Grover simply
reached up and began cutting my hair.

   I gulped and asked, "Aren't you going to give me another shirt?"

   Mrs.  Grover laughed and said, "Of course not.  Everyone wants to see
those pretty titties of yours," and then she pulled my arm down and
squeezed my breasts. .  I looked out and everyone was watching Mrs.  Grover
play with my boobies.  They all had big smiles on their faces, especially
Brian.  When Mrs.  Grover bent down and began sucking on my nipples, I
became overwhelmed and tears started to roll down my cheeks."

   Mrs.  Grover looked up and said, "Don't cry, Amy.  We're just having a
little fun with you."

   I said, "But Brian is looking at me."

   Mrs.  Grover said, "He's looking at me, too."

   Then I started crying harder and said, "But I'm the only one that's
naked!"

   Mrs.  Grover quickly stripped off her T-shirt and said, "No you're not.
Now I'm naked, too.  See?  Look at the way my boobies are out there for
everyone to see!"

   Her boobs were right in my face, so I was almost forced to take a look
at them.  Mrs.  Grover has nice natural breasts with round rosy nipples and
I was very impressed with her rack.  I'm sure all the men were impressed,
too, but that didn't change the way I felt.  I was still self-conscious
about the way Brian was staring at my naked body.

   I said, "Brian's still looking at me."

   Mrs.  Grover said, "You want him to look at me?  I'll make sure he's
looking at me!"

   Then Mrs.  Grover walked over in front of Brian, who was still seated on
the floor, and she started dancing.  First she turned so that her back was
to the boy.  Mrs.  Grover bent over, put her hands on her knees and started
moving her butt back and forth, which caused her tits to bobble back and
forth in front, too.

   As Mrs.  Grover continued shaking her ass, she looked up and noticed
that all the men were watching her breasts bounce around.  She decided to
turn up the heat so she licked the fingers on each hand and began rubbing
her nipples as she danced.  Once her nipples were nice and hard, she turned
around and put Brian's face right between her breasts.  She was bent over
with her bare butt pointed up in the air as she continued rubbing her tits
against her nephew's face.

   She started saying, "You like Aunt Gloria's breasts, don't you?  You
like it when I push my nipples in your mouth, don't you Brian?  None of the
girls at school have nice big firm titties like mine, do they Brian?  Now
do you want to see Aunt Gloria's pussy?  I'll bet you do!  I'll bet you
even want to taste Aunt Gloria's nice sweet pussy lips, don't you Brian? 
Well, here's your chance!"

   Then Mrs.  Grover placed her foot up on the counter next to Brian's
head. She pushed her clean-shaven pussy into her nephew's face and began
gyrating her hips back and forth."

   Then Mrs.  Grover started moaning, "Use your tongue, Brian. 
Mmm...that's it, that's the spot.  Mmm...feels so good!"

   As Mrs.  Grover continued pushing her pussy into Brian's face, Mr. 
Parker turned to his wife and asked, "Do you remember when Gloria used to
baby-sit for us?"

   Mrs.  Parker replied, "I don't even want to think about it!"

   Finally, Mrs.  Grover looked over at me and saw that I was no longer
upset so she stopped dancing.  She leaned over and kissed Brian on the
head, and then she returned to the tall barstool where I was sitting.  The
adults in the room, especially the men, were worked up after watching Mrs.
Grover dance, but I was actually relaxed.

   I was so relaxed from watching Mrs.  Grover dance in the nude that I
wasn't even trying to hide my girl parts from the crowd any longer.  My
medium sized, but full firm breasts were completely exposed for everyone to
see and my legs were slightly spread apart, too.  I wasn't providing a
clear beaver shot to the men, but I was sure if they looked hard enough,
they'd be able to see my pretty pink pussy lips peeking out from between my
legs.

   As Mrs.  Grover cut my hair, she kept rubbing her bare breasts against
me.  She pushed them against my back, then she'd brush them up against my
face, and she even got in front of me so that our nipples rubbed up against
each other.  While her breasts were rubbing up against mine, I
unconsciously put my hand on Mrs.  Grover's bare ass.  I even let my finger
move around and I tickled her butt crack.  Then I opened my eyes and saw
everyone looking at me.

   My face turned red and I wanted to crawl in a hole and hide, but Mrs. 
Grover brushed her hand against my face and said, "It's okay...I liked it,"
and then she smiled at me.

   She eased my tension, which made it easier for me to sit there in the
nude until Mrs.  Grover was finish cutting my hair.

   Then I stood up, but Mrs.  Grover said, "Wait a minute.  I'm not done
yet."

   I stop and stood there stark naked in front of all those people as I
tried to figure out what she wanted to do to me.  I didn't know what to
expect, but I started getting nervous because I figured that whatever she
planned to do to me was going to be embarrassing and humiliating!



   Amy and the Doctor - Part 14

   As I stood there without a stitch of clothing on, Mrs.  Grover squatted
down in front of me.  She took her comb and began combing it through my
light brown bush.  Mrs.  Grover was so gentle as she played with my pussy
hair that I got chills up and down my spine.  While she combed my pussy
hair, she reached around with her other hand and touched my bare butt. 
When her fingers began tickling my sensitive butt crack, I got embarrassed
because my girl juices began to flow and I was afraid Mrs.  Grover would
notice.

   Mrs.  Grover said, "I need to give you a trim down here."

   Then she continued loudly, "So you won't end up with a forest like my
sister!"

   Mrs.  Parker was sitting right behind Mrs.  Grover.  First she smirked
at the comment, but then Mrs.  Parker took the cold beer that she had just
gotten out of the refrigerator and rubbed it up and down Mrs.  Grover's
bare butt crack.

   Mrs.  Grover retaliated by reaching out and whipping down Mrs.  Parker's
panties.  Then she pulled on a tuft of Mrs.  Parker's dark pussy hair.

   Mrs.  Parker yelled, "Ouch," as Mrs.  Grover said, "The truth hurts,
doesn -(TM)t it?"

   Mrs.  Parker said, "No, your fingers hurt!  Now give me back my
panties."

   Mrs.  Grover said, "If you want them, go get them," and then she tossed
them into the kitchen sink.

   The sink was drenched with water from everyone washing their hair in it,
so the panties were now soaked.  All Mrs.  Parker had on was her bra.  Her
dark pussy hair was completely exposed for everybody to see, and Doctor
Hefferton and Mr.  Grover move around in front of her to get a good look.
They said that normally Mrs.  Parker was self-conscious about exposing
herself in public, but after downing a few beers, she was much more relaxed
regarding the situation.

   With the men positioned right in front of her, she spread her legs wide
apart and said, "Knock yourselves out, boys!"

   The men continued standing there until Mrs.  Grover took that cold can
of beer and rubbed it against her sister's pussy lips.

   Mrs.  Grover stated, "Paybacks are hell, aren't they?"

   Mrs.  Parker replied, "Actually it felt good.  Why don't you do it
again?"

   Mrs.  Grover said, "Sorry sis...I've got a pussy in front of me that
deserves attention," and then she took her comb and scissors and began
trimming the hair between my legs.

   I was standing there facing everyone with Mrs.  Grover bent over in
front of me.  Her bare ass was pointed right at the men and they never
seemed to grow tired of looking at it.  I blushed when I looked over and
saw Brian staring at me, but I really became embarrassed when Mrs.  Grover
made her next request.

   She said, "I've gotten everything I can get in front, but now I need to
get between your legs.  Here, this will make it easier," and then she
lifted my ankle up and placed it on the high barstool.

   Brian was sitting below me, so he was now staring right up at my pussy
lips.  I really tried not to act embarrassed, but this was truly
humiliating.  A boy I'd just met was looking right up at my pussy!  Then
Mrs.  Grover made it even worse for me.

   She touched me between my legs and loudly said, "Wow Amy, you're really
wet down here.  Am I turning you on that much," as she proceeded to move
her finger around between my moist pussy lips.

   Then she stopped and said, "It's okay, I can work around it.  Now hold
still...these scissors are sharp and I don't want to cut anything you might
need later!"

   Mrs.  Grover took her time between my legs.  She carefully used her
finger to push the hair away from my pussy lips before she began cutting
and in the process, she touched my little clitty.  It made my body shutter
and everybody laughed.

   Mrs.  Parker sarcastically said, "Gloria, are you going to use those
scissors or are you waiting until the poor girl has an orgasm?"

   Mrs.  Grover stood up, placed the scissors between Mrs.  Parker's
breasts and said, "I'm going to use the scissors!"

   Mrs.  Parker begged, "Please don't cut my bra off...I'll be naked!  I'm
sorry."

   Mrs.  Grover said, "Too late for apologies, sis," and with the snip of
her scissors, the bra cups were cut apart.

   Mrs.  Parker's big titties tumbled out of the bra and she was now
completely naked!  Mrs.  Parker's face turned red as the men stood up to
take a look at her big round boobs.  She was embarrassed, but she went
ahead and squeezed her arms together emphasizing the cleavage between her
massive melons.

   While Mrs.  Grover attended to Mrs.  Parker, my leg was still up on the
chair.  Everyone was laughing and enjoying Mrs.  Parker's predicament
except for Brian.  His eyes were still focused between my legs.  He was
staring so intently at my most private place that my face turned crimson
red from embarrassment.  However, I also found it arousing that the boy was
studying my pussy lips and it made my girl juices flow even more.

   Finally Mrs.  Grover returned between my legs and said, "Oh my gosh,
Amy. You're really wet now.  I need to clean you up," and then she used a
paper towel to dry me off before she finished styling my pussy hair.

   When she was done, Mrs.  Grover led me to the middle of the room and
said, "There, that's what a well-groomed pussy looks like," and then she
turned to me and said, "Spread your legs wider so they can see everything."

   After all I'd been through this afternoon, spreading my legs a little
wider didn't bother me that much.  Even when everyone came up and took a
good look, I managed to contain my emotions.  Mr.  Grover even leaned over
to get a close up view of my teenaged pussy, but I just let him look.

   Then Mr.  Grover looked over at my mother and said, "Debra, do you know
that you're the only woman left with clothes on."

   My mom said, "Go ahead.  Strip me naked!"

   My mom raised her arms and Mr.  Grover leaned over and grabbed the hem
of her nightgown.  He slowly lifted the gown until her light brown bush
came into view.

   Mrs.  Grover said, "I'll need to trim that," and everyone laughed.

   Mr.  Grover continued raising the gown until my mom's breasts were
showing.  Her nice pink nipples were poking out hard in front of her, so
she was obviously excited.  Of course, men all had bulges in their pants,
too, so they were sharing in my mother's excitement.  Finally Mr.  Grover
pulled the gown all the way up over my mother's head, so now every girl in
the room was naked.

   Doctor Hefferton said, "Picture time!"

   Mr.  Grover said, "I've got one right here," and then he grabbed his
digital camera off the shelf and handed it to Doctor Hefferton.

   This made me very uncomfortable because I'd never had my picture taken
naked before.  However, none of the other women objected so I felt forced
to participate.  He pointed the camera at us as we all leaned against the
kitchen counter with our arms over each other's shoulders.  We were
flaunting our breasts and pussies for the camera as Doctor Hefferton
snapped away.

   Then Mr.  Grover took the camera and said, "Butt shots!"

   We all turned around and leaned forward so that Mr.  Grover could take
pictures of our bare asses.  Then he asked us to spread our legs further
apart.  I guess he wanted to be able to get shots of our pussy lips from
behind.  The girls and I looked over our shoulders and smiled as Mr. 
Grover took intimate pictures of our backside.

   Then my mom and Mrs.  Parker figured he had enough pictures of us, but
Mrs.  Grover agreed to pose for a few more.  Mr.  Grover snapped off some
pictures of Mrs.  Grover touching my bare butt crack with her fingertip. 
Then he took some pictures of Mrs.  Grover and I pulling on each other's
nipples.  The photo shoot ended with Mrs.  Grover and I touching each
other's pussies as our nipples poked out hard and proud.

   I rubbed my fingers around on Mrs.  Grover -(TM)s soft smooth snatch and
I even ran my finger up and down her bald beaver.  It appeared that she was
enjoying my gentle touch because she was very wet.  Then she figured that
since I was openly touching her so intimately, she had the green light to
do the same to me.

   Mr.  Grover must have snapped a hundred pictures of us as Mrs.  Grover
played with my pussy.  She even had me sit up on the kitchen counter and
spread my legs.  This provided Mr.  Grover with an excellent photo
opportunity as he took close-ups of my neatly-trimmed bush and pretty pink
pussy lips.

   For the final photos, Mrs.  Grover actually inserted her finger into my
young tight pussy.  She moved it around inside of me and it felt really
good.  Then, just as the feeling was beginning to build inside of me, Mrs.
Grover pulled her finger out.

   She said, "That's enough pictures for today because I'm getting hungry.
Let's order some pizza."

   Then Mrs.  Grover saw the look of disappointment on my face and she
whispered, "Don't worry, Amy.  I'll finish you off later!"

   That made me smile, but then Doctor Hefferton handed me some money and
said, "Here Amy.  I want you to pay for the pizza when the man comes."

   Suddenly I felt self-conscious again as I said, "Answer the door for the
pizza man!  Have you forgotten that I'm naked?"

   Doctor Grover just winked at me and said, "Consider this some more of
your therapy."

   This naked therapy thing was really getting old, but I guess I was going
to have to get used to it because it looked like the doctor planned to keep
me naked for a long time!





   Amy and the Doctor - Part 15

   It had been quite a day for me so far.  I didn't get out of bed until
noon only to find my mother and Doctor Hefferton outside drinking beer with
our neighbors, Dennis and Gloria Grover.  My mom didn't wake up long before
I did and she must have ventured outside as soon as she woke up because she
was still dressed in her nightgown.

   My mother was wearing a see-through nightgown with spaghetti straps and
a plunging neckline.  The gown went all the way down to her knees, but the
veil-thin material didn't hide anything.  Her pink nipples, firm butt and
hairy triangle were easy to see, especially when sunlight shined through
the gauzy material.

   Mrs.  Grover wasn't dressed much better.  She was wearing a white cotton
T-shirt with "Bad Girl" written across the front of it.  The shirt stopped
right at her crotch so I didn't know what she had on under it.  Then a car
went by and blew her short T-shirt up revealing a tiny black G-string
underneath.

   When I saw the two scantly clad women out in front of our mobile home
drinking beer and revealing their bodies to the neighborhood, I thought to
myself, "They give trailer park girls a bad name!"

   Moments later I was forced to join them.  Without warning, my mom
dragged me over to the Grover's trailer because Mrs.  Grover is a hair
stylist and agreed to cut our hair for free.  Unfortunately, all I was
wearing at the time was a super short T-shirt.  My pert nipples were poking
out in front of my pale blue shirt while my bare butt and pussy hair hung
out below.

   It was a strange turn of events.  One minute I was inside our trailer
condemning my mother and our neighbor for being outside while wearing next
to nothing.  The next minute I was outside with them and I was wearing less
than they were.  I was really embarrassed because Mr.  Grover and Doctor
Hefferton were blatantly trying to get a peek up my T-shirt and I was naked
underneath it!  The two men are in their forties and I'm only eighteen
years old, so I felt very self-conscious as I struggled to hide my bare ass
and light brown bush from the men.

   Hiding my body from them was no easy task.  When I pulled my short
T-shirt down in front to hide my pussy hair from the men, my shirt would
ride up in back, putting my smooth firm butt on displayfor the men to look
at.  When I pulled the T-shirt down in back to cover my bare ass, the shirt
would rise up in front, exposing my hairy triangle to Mr.  Grover and
Doctor Hefferton.

   My humiliation didn't end there.  A short time later Mrs.  Grover's
sister showed up to get her hair done, too.  Much to my dismay, she was
accompanied by her husband and her eighteen year old son.  Now there were
four men trying to get a look at my bare body!

   I'm terrified of being seen in public without my clothes on, so much so
that I have nightmares about it.  That's why Doctor Hefferton keeps hanging
around.  He convinced my mother that if I expose myself in public, it will
cure me of these nightmares.  However, I think it's just a ploy for him to
see me naked.  In fact, I don't even believe he's a real doctor. 
Unfortunately, my mother is sleeping with the man so she forces me to
follow all of his instructions without question.  That's why I keep ending
up naked in public and today was no different.

   As the afternoon wore on, my mother, Mrs.  Grover and her sister, Linda
Parker, downed several beers.  With each beer, the women became a little
less inhibited and soon their clothing began to fall.  I'm too young to
drink alcohol so I was very uptight about losing my clothes, yet I was
still expected to strip with the rest of the women.  Before long I was
naked and the men took full advantage of the situation.

   Mrs.  Parker is thirty-nine, my mom is thirty-four and Mrs.  Grover is
thirty, and all of the women are attractive.  Mrs.  Grover and my mom have
great bodies while Mrs.  Parker is slightly overweight.  However, the
weight is all in Mrs.  Parker's big boobs and round shapely butt, so she is
a pleasure to look at.

   The men were very lucky to have such a good looking group of women
disrobe in front of them.  However, my tight eighteen year old body seemed
to be the focal point of the men.  I was very self-conscious about allowing
the men to stare at me in the nude and the situation kept getting worse.

   After we finished getting our hair done, the inebriated women and I were
asked to pose for group pictures.  The women appeared to enjoy flaunting
their naked bodies in front of the men, but I felt totally humiliated. 
Somehow I was duped into posing for individual pictures, which were very
up-close and personal.  When the photo session finally ended, everyone was
hungry so we ordered pizzas.

   Then Doctor Hefferton handed me money and said, "Here...go wait for the
pizza man."

   I shrieked, "Wait for the pizza man?  You've got to be kidding.  I'm
stark naked!  How will I be able to answer the door?"

   My mom commanded, "Don't argue young lady.  Do what the doctor asks!"

   Brian, who is Mrs.  Parker's eighteen year old son, stepped up and said,
"I can answer the door for her."

   Brian's mom, who was stark naked herself, stepped in front of the boy
and said, "Don't interfere.  They have a reason for making her answer the
door."

   Brian countered, "But she doesn't have any clothes on."

   Mrs.  Parker said, "We're all aware of that.  We know you're aware of
that, too.  You've been carefully studying her bare body all afternoon. 
You must have her pussy lips memorized by now!"

   Brian was speechless as his face turned red, and then he turned to me
and stammered, "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to look...I mean..."

   I innocently smiled at him and said, "It's okay, I'll answer the door.
Thanks for trying to come to my rescue," and then I reluctantly went into
the living room and took a seat on the couch.

   Brian followed me into the living room and took a seat on the couch next
to me.  I'd never been on a date before and Brian wasn't much of a talker
so it was very awkward as we sat there in silence.  I was mortified and I
didn't know how to act, and neither did Brian.

   Brian tried not to outright stare at me, but who could blame him?  I'm a
cute teenaged girl and I was totally nude right beside him.  My perky
breasts, pretty pink nipples and neatly trimmed hairy triangle were
completely exposed for his viewing pleasure and there was no way for me to
stop him from taking it all in.

   As I nervously played with the money, I accidentally dropped a quarter.
It landed on the couch and rolled right under my pussy.  I looked around on
the floor in front of me because I didn't see where it landed, but I
couldn't find it.

   Brian noticed that I couldn't find the quarter and said, "I saw where it
went.  Let me get it for you."

   Without thinking about the consequences, he reached between my legs and
search for the quarter.  I could now feel the quarter under my butt crack,
but it was too late to stop Brian.  He kept fishing around down there and
tickling my sensitive butt crack until he finally located the quarter. 
Then he slowly pulled it out and as he did, he slid his finger up between
my moist pussy lips.  Brian even made contact with my love button, which
caused me to squirm a little.

   Then he looked embarrassed and said, "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to touch
your...you know..."

   I smiled and said, "It's okay.  It was an accident," even though we both
knew he used the situation as an excuse to touch me down there.

   Then we ingenuously sat back on the couch in silence as both of our
faces turned red with embarrassment.

   Brian finally broke the silence and asked, "So, are you naked in public
often," and then he cringed after realizing how stupid his question was,
but I answered, "Lately, yes."

   He asked, "Do you like it?"

   I replied, "Hell no, it sucks!"

   He asked, "Then why do you do it?"

   Before I could explain it to him, Mrs.  Grover pranced into the room and
said, "Picture time!"

   I screeched, "Please...no more pictures!"

   Mrs.  Grover said, "Oh, come on Amy.  You look so cute sitting there all
naked and everything!"

   Mrs.  Grover had the camera in her hand and asked Brian to put his arm
around me.  We both felt very uncomfortable as Mrs.  Grover snapped away on
the camera, but I was really embarrassed because I was totally nude while
Brian was fully clothed.  Mrs.  Grover even took some pictures with Brian's
head against my breasts, and then she took a few shots with his hand on my
bare thigh with my legs slightly spread apart, exposing my neatly trimmed
bush for the camera.

   With the camera right in our faces, Brian reached around and he was
touching the side of my pretty titty while his other hand began making its
way up my bare thigh.  Mrs.  Grover continued taking pictures as Brian's
hand crept closer and closer to my fully exposed pussy.  Luckily, Mrs. 
Grover proclaimed that she had enough shots just as Brian was about to make
contact with my neatly trimmed bush.

   I was relieved as Mrs.  Grover started walking away until she looked at
the pictures in the camera viewfinder and said, "These are some great
shots. Brian, your friends will love looking at these pictures!"

   My heart started racing as I thought about all of the teenaged boys that
would see those pictures, but Brian said, "Don't worry.  I won't show them
to anyone."

   I felt a little relieved because Brian seemed so genuine, yet I knew
that a teenaged boy could not be trusted with naked photos of a girl, so I
remained on edge.  Then the doorbell rang and the pizza man had arrived.

   I stood up, took a deep breath, and then I nervously said, "I guess it's
show time," as I headed for the front door.

   It had been a strange afternoon so far, and yet another unexpected
surprise was waiting for me on the other side of the door!



   Amy and the Doctor - Part 16

   When the pizza delivery boy arrived, I was the one appointed to answer
the door even though I was stark naked.  Brian remained seated on the couch
and the adults hid in the kitchen as I nervously approached the front door.
I was so tense that my hand was shaking, but I managed to open the door
anyway.

   Everyone was expecting me to be totally humiliated when I answered the
door, but much to my surprise, the pizza delivery boy wasn't a boy at all.
It was a girl delivering the pizza!  I was still very embarrassed because I
knew the girl.  Her name was April and she went to my high school.

   April used to belong to Tiffany's cheerleading squad...the squad that
loves to bully me!  However, she was forced to quit the squad when her mom
and dad lost their jobs and the family fell on hard times.  The bullying I
received from the cheerleading squad was probably partially to blame for my
naked-in-public nightmares, so it was a little unnerving to stand before
April in the nude.

   After I opened the door, April said, "Here's your pizzas," and then she
looked down at my naked body, giggled and asked, "Is it wash day or are you
trying to impress that cute boy over there?"

   I blushed and set the pizzas on the coffee table as April took a closer
look at Brian and added, "I wouldn't mind stripping for the boy myself,"
and then she teased Brian by winking at him, which really got his
attention.

   April is an eighteen year old senior in high school, just like Brian and
I, and she stands about five foot eight with a perfect cheerleader body. 
The flirty blonde was wearing a tight T-shirt with the pizza restaurant
-(TM)s logo on it, and she was also wearing a pair of equally tight
sweatpants.  The sweatpants were rolled down so low at the waist that her
pussy hair was ready to show in front, and her bare midriff T-shirt left
her flat tummy and belly-button exposed.

   I said, "I guess you're going to report this incident back to Tiffany so
she can make fun of me over it."

   April replied, "Nope.  They turned on me in the blink of an eye when I
quit the squad.  Now I'm the target of their abuse!"

   April looked at me remorsefully and continued, "Since I now know what it
feels like to be on the other side of the fence, I'm trying to make amends
to the people I was mean to while I was part of the cheerleader clique,"
and then she put her arm around me and patted me on my bare ass.

   Brian asked, "What kind of mean things did you do to Amy?"

   April replied, "Amy used to hate it when we pretended to be lesbians
while showering after gym class."

   Brian anxiously asked, "What exactly did you do?"

   April gave me a mischievous smile and said, "We would lather up our
breasts and rub them all over Amy's naked body," and then she demonstrated
by rubbing up against me.

   April continued, "Then we would caress parts of her body with our soft
soapy hands."

   Brian excitedly asked, "What parts of her body?"

   April grinned at me and said, "We would start with her breasts," and
then April reached out and began massaging my bare boobies.

   April was very thorough as she took a full firm breast in each hand and
softly squeezed them.  Then April licked her fingers and made gentle
circles with her fingertips over my pretty pink nipples until they were
nice and hard.  She even tweaked them and pulled on them a little before
sliding her hand down the front of my bare body.  I became very nervous as
her hands approached my hairy triangle, but then April paused for a moment.

   She turned to Brian and asked, "Do you want to see what we did next?"

   Brian almost jumped out of his seat as he yelped, "Yes...please show me
more!"

   April said, "Okay," and then April stood by my side with her back to the
kitchen.

   April slid one hand down the front of me and one hand down my back. 
When April's fingers got down between my legs, she teased my pussy hair
with her delicate fingertips.  As April combed her fingernails through my
light brown bush, she softly ran her fingertip up and down my sensitive
butt crack, which made me tingle all over.

   Then April looked at my hairy triangle and said, "I don't remember your
pleasure patch being so nicely trimmed," which probably made Mrs.  Grover
happy because she was the one that trimmed my pussy hair.

   I replied, "I don't remember you wearing clothes in the shower," and
then I hooked my finger inside the waistband of her sweatpants and pushed
them down her backside.

   April looked up at me and said, "Amy, that wasn't very nice," but she
didn't bother to pull her pants up.

   I couldn't believe it.  April's sweatpants were two-thirds of the way
down her butt and she wasn't wearing underwear!  April thought that she was
showing off for Brian, but her smooth firm ass was also put on view for the
adults in the kitchen, too.

   It appeared as though April was going to reach between my legs and touch
my pussy lips, but much to Brian's disappointment, April suddenly stopped,
stood up and said, "That's the mean stuff we used to do to Amy."

   April was still standing next to me with her hand on my bare ass.  I
reciprocated by putting my hand on the exposed portion of her butt, and I
even let my fingertip linger over her bare butt crack.  Brian was probably
hoping that I would pushed her pants down even further because her pussy
hair was still hidden in front, but this whole experience was so new to me
that I didn't want to be too aggressive.

   At that moment, Mrs.  Grover, Mrs.  Parker and my mom came into the
room, and the intoxicated ladies were still naked.  April was shocked when
she saw the group of nude women, but April's hand remained on my smooth
butt cheek.

   April laughed and said, "Whoa, what is this...a nudist colony?"

   Mrs.  Grover replied, "I'm a Hair Stylist and I'll cut your hair for
free if you strip naked!"

   I expected April to turn and run out the door.  However, April paused
for a moment as if she was considering the proposition.

   Finally April said, "Well, our family is hurting for money and I could
use a trim."

   Then April smiled at Brian and really got him excited because he thought
that he was about to see the beautiful blonde in the nude, but then April
added, "Unfortunately I'll have to take a rain check because I have more
pizzas to deliver."

   Mrs.  Grover said, "If you change your mind...I'm open all night!"

   Then Mrs.  Grover noticed that April was rubbing her hand up and down my
bare butt cheek, so she grabbed her camera and said, "How about a picture
with your friend?"

   I tried to object, but April said, "Sure!"

   April put her arm around me, grabbed my exposed breast from the other
side and said, "How's this?"

   Mrs.  Grover replied, "Perfect," and snapped a few shots."

   It was really embarrassing for me because April softly caressed my
nipple with her fingertip and it made both of my nipples hard.  April knew
exactly what she was doing to me and I was mortified because everyone could
see that the girl was getting me excited.  They also thought it was cute
the way I just stood there innocently and let April play with my nipple. 
The women could all tell that I didn't quite know how to respond to April's
gentle touch and they were getting a kick out of it.

   Then Mrs.  Grover called out, "How about some skin?"

   Without any hesitation at all, April lifted her shirt exposing her
bra-covered breast and said, "Like this?"

   Mrs.  Grover answered, "Yes...that's great," and then she snapped off a
few more shots."

   Mrs.  Grover asked, "Now, can you give me even more skin?"

   April paused for a moment and looked over at Brian.  He was on the edge
of his seat because he wanted to see more of the perky blonde.  When April
saw how excited the boy was, she winked at him, and then she turned back to
the camera and lifted her bra up so that her left breast was fully exposed.

   April's breast was perfect.  It was big, natural and had the cutest pink
nipple I'd ever seen.  From the expression on Brian's face, it was the
cutest nipple he'd ever seen, too.  April was also showing a few very fine
blonde pussy hairs above the waistband of her sweatpants, but she didn't
seem to mind at all.

   Mrs.  Grover said, "With big smiles," so April and I smiled big for the
camera as Mrs.  Grover snapped away.

   Then Mrs.  Grover asked, "How about a shot from the back?"

   April and I smiled at each other and turned around.  As April got ready
to pose, she pulled her bra and shirt back down over her exposed breast,
but almost all of her smooth bare butt was still showing behind her.  We
posed while smiling over our shoulders, and then we posed by looking into
one another's eyes with our hands on each other's bare ass.

   Mrs.  Grover tried to take things even further by asking April to pull
her pants all the way down, but April simply blushed and said, "I really
have to get back to work."

   My mom went into the kitchen, came out with a ten dollar bill and said,
"You deserve a bigger tip for that performance!"

   April took the money and said, "Thanks," and then she squeezed my bare
butt as she kissed me on the lips right in front of everybody.

   Finally April smiled at me and said, "I'll see you later!"

   April hurried out the door, leaving me behind to face the women and
explain what it felt like to get groped by another girl.  I was embarrassed
beyond belief, but I had to admit that the experience was pretty exciting.
Then we divided up the pizza and started eating.  Little did I know that
once the pizza was gone, the women would find a way to take my humiliating
day of sexual awakening to yet another level!



   Amy and the Doctor - Part 17

   Brian and I innocently ate our pizza together even though he was fully
clothed while I was completely naked.  As I ate my pizza, I wished that I
had a shirt or something to hide my perky breasts and soft pussy hair from
his view.  I was envious of Brian because he was able to sit there so
confidently in his T-shirt and jeans while I was forced to sit next to him
in the nude.  However, it was also quite intoxicating knowing that the boy
was getting excited from viewing all of my womanly charms.

   Eventually Brian couldn't hold back any longer and he leaned over to
give me my first kiss.  I'd never kissed a boy before, but I loved the way
his wet lips were all over mine.  Then he pushed his tongue inside my mouth
and I responded by thrusting my bare body up against him.

   As Brian wrapped his arms around me in a passionate embrace, my mom
killed the mood by suddenly entering the room and declaring, "I want to
talk to the two of you!"

   Brian and I jolted back to our own sides of the couch as if we'd just
been caught going all the way.  Then my mom, who was still completely
naked, shocked Brian by taking a seat on the edge of the coffee table right
in front of him.  Her legs were spread apart far enough to expose her pink
pussy lips to the boy.  Brian looked both excited and terrified at the same
time.

   My mom demanded, "I'd better not catch you two having sex.  You're both
too young!"

   Mrs.  Parker, who was also naked, came up behind my mom and added,
"Yeah...I'm not ready to be a grandmother."

   I interrupted, "You -(TM)re forcing me to parade around nude in front of
a boy I just met, yet you're going to reprimand me for giving him a kiss?
That's pretty hypocritical!"

   My mom responded, "Regardless, if his snake gets anywhere near your
pussy, then you'll feel a wrath like you've never felt before."

   Brian couldn't help watching my mom's bare breasts jiggle as she scolded
us.  He was almost in a trance as he stared at my mother's nice firm melons
and round rosy nipples.

   Then Brian snapped out of it when his mother added, "That goes for you,
too, Brian!"

   Mrs.  Parker put her arms on my mom's shoulders and leaned forward to
show us that they were a united front.  However, the way Brian's mom pushed
her bare breasts up against my mother's back was more of a distraction than
an emphasis of their message.  While Mrs.  Parker massaged my mom's back
with her big boobs, my mother reached up and held Mrs.  Parker's hands. 
Once the naked women realized that their actions contradicted the message
they were trying to convey, the ladies got up and headed into the kitchen.

   As we watched the women's bare asses leave the room, Brian turned to me
and asked, "Was your mom mad or was she just trying to show off in front of
me?"

   I giggled and replied, "Everyone is so drunk, it's hard to tell what
they're thinking."

   Then Brian's aunt walked in and sat down on the coffee table directly in
front of Brian.  Just like the other ladies, Mrs.  Grover was inebriated
and stark naked.  Her legs were spread apart much wider than my mom's were,
so her sweet shaved snatch was fully exposed to Brian and I.  Mrs.  Grover
also made no attempt to hide her pretty titties from Brian's view.

   Brian's aunt is only twelve years older than Brian and she actually
looks younger than she really is.  Mrs.  Grover has a terrific body and she
is also a beautician, so she knows how to make herself look good. 
Therefore, Brian was thrilled that his aunt was providing him with an
uninhibited viewing of her nude figure.

   As she flaunted her nakedness in front of us, Mrs.  Grover said, "Don't
worry about what your mothers said.  You two can have plenty of fun without
playing Hide-the-Sausage!  Here, let me show you," and then she reached out
and yanked Brian's jeans open.

   Brian tried to push her hands away as he yelped, "Aunt Gloria, what are
you doing?"

   Mrs.  Grover replied, "Just sit back and relax," and then she proceeded
to pull Brian's pants down right in front of me.

   Brian's penis was sticking out like a soldier standing at attention and
it was finally Brian's turn to be embarrassed.

   Mrs.  Grover turned to me and asked, "See how hard it is?"

   I giggled and replied, "Um...yes."

   Mrs.  Grover said, "Come down here and get a closer look.  See how
Brian's so excited that it's actually throbbing?"

   Brian was dying of humiliation as Mrs.  Grover and I leaned over until
our faces were right next to his hard penis.  I was so close to his manhood
that I was sure he could feel my breath on his love muscle when I exhaled.
I'd never been this close to a boy's hard member before so I carefully
inspected his erection while Brian just sat there with a crimson red face.

   Mrs.  Grover said, "Do you want to touch it?"

   I blushed and asked, "Touch it?  Touch his thingy?"

   Mrs.  Grover laughed and said, "Well, actually it -(TM)s called a cock,
dick, prick, whatever...but yes, do you want to touch it?"

   I smiled and replied, "Sure," and then Brian's hard penis began to
twitch from excitement.

   I put my hand out and started gently petting his rigid rocket like I
would pet a dog.  Then Brian began squirming on the couch so I thought I
was doing something wrong.  I decided to try using just one finger to
gently tickle the shaft of his penis, but Brian didn't seem to like that
either.

   Brian said, "Amy, you're driving me crazy!"

   Mrs.  Grover pushed my hand away and said, "No Amy, not like that.  All
you're doing is teasing the poor boy.  You need to use some hand lotion
like I have over here," and then she reached across to grab a bottle off
the end table next to me.

   I don't know if she intended to do it, but when Mrs.  Grover reached for
the lotion, her breast ended up right in my face.  Then Mrs.  Grover
brushed her firm globe up against me and she managed to push her nipple
right into my mouth.  Mrs.  Grover paused for a moment with her precious
pink nipple pressed against my lips, as if I was supposed to do something.
However, when I didn't respond, she took the lotion and returned to the
coffee table.

   Mrs.  Grover squeezed a little lotion into the palm of her hand and
said, "Now apply the lotion to his manhood," and then she wrapped her soft
slippery hand around Brian's throbbing erection.

   Brian complained, "This is so embarrassing," but his aunt countered,
"Quit complaining.  You know you like it," and then she began moving her
hand up and down the boy's rigid rocket.

   Mrs.  Grover said, "Wow Brian, the girls and I must have really
tormented you today with all our nudity because you're really hard," as she
continued stroking Brian's erection.

   Brian moaned, "That feels really good," as he looked down between my
legs.

   My legs were close together, but there was still plenty of light brown
pussy hair showing.  Then Mrs.  Grover put her free hand between my legs
and forced them apart.  As she continued stroking Brian's hard penis, Mrs.
Grover softly rubbed a fingertip from her other hand up and down my bare
beaver.  Brian's aunt managed to split my moist pink pussy lips with her
fingertip and she didn't stop until she was touching my little clitty.  It
sent lightning bolts pulsating throughout my body!

   Then she pulled her hand away, pointed to my neatly trimmed bush and
said, "There Brian, now you can see her pussy much better."

   As Mrs.  Grover continued moving her fist up and down Brian's erection,
he leaned over to get a better view of my young tight pussy.  I obliged the
boy by spreading my legs wide apart and showing him everything I had to
offer.

   I sat and watched Mrs.  Grover stroke her nephew for a short time, and
then she looked at me and said, "Now I want you to try it."

   When Mrs.  Grover released her hand from Brian's throbbing penis, he
yelled out in agony, "No...no!  Please don't stop.  Not now...don't stop!"

   I quickly wrapped my hand around Brian's massive manhood, but there was
no time to savor the moment.  Brian needed action and he needed it right
now so Mrs.  Grover put her hand over mine and forced it up and down over
Brian's rock hard love muscle.  Moments later, he tensed up, grunted, and
then I watched as Brian fired his rocket all over the couch.

   Mrs.  Grover continued working my hand over Brian's pulsating penis as
she whispered, "That's it, Brian.  Let it all out."

   Soon Brian pushed our hands away and collapsed on the couch as if he'd
just finished running a marathon.  I sat there and watched as Brian
struggled to catch his breath.  I also watched as Brian's hard penis began
to slowly deflate.  It was fascinating to be this close to a boy's manhood
and I was enjoying the moment.

   Then Mrs.  Grover said, "Okay Amy, now it's your turn."

   My whole body tensed up because I didn't know what was going to happen
next!



   Amy and the Doctor - Part 18

   Mrs.  Grover was attempting to show Brian and I how to pleasure each
other without actually performing sexual intercourse.  We had just
completed lesson one by giving Brian a much deserved orgasm after
tormenting the boy all afternoon with our naked bodies.  Then Mrs.  Grover
and I released our grip from the teenager's penis and he laid back on the
couch, totally exhausted.  Like Brian, I am also only eighteen years old
and I tried to relax for a moment myself after watching the boy shoot
streams of body fluid all over the couch.

   Then Brian's aunt turned to me and said, "I'll let Brian rest for a
minute while I get started on you."

   I gulped and said, "Started on me?"

   Mrs.  Grover replied, "Yes...there's plenty of things Brian can do to
you without going all the way.  Here, I'll show you by starting with your
breasts."

   I was too mortified to move as the attractive thirty year old woman
reached out and started massaging my bare boobies.  Then the naked woman
climbed up on top of me and began sucking on one of my nipples while she
continued manipulating my other breast with her hand.  I had to admit that
it felt really good, but I was also very nervous because I was about to
have my first real sexual experience...and it was going to be with a woman!

   Then Mrs.  Grover began moving her lips further down as she kissed my
mid-section along the way.  I could also feel her firm titties gliding over
my bare flesh as she dragged them down the front of me.  Mrs.  Grover's
soft kisses made me both nervous and excited, but my nervousness
intensified as she approached my tight young pussy.  When Mrs.  Grover
finally reached my pleasure zone, she paused for a moment, lifted up off of
me and began swirling her fingernail through my light brown bush.

   Mrs.  Grover said, "I really did do a good job trimming your pussy hair,
didn't I?"

   I replied, "Um...yeah, you sure did," as her finger continued to slide
further and further down between my legs.

   I didn't really know what to do, so I just laid back and spread my legs
apart as wide as they would go.  Mrs.  Grover now had easy access to my
moist pussy lips, but she continued to take her time.  Brian's aunt seemed
to be toying with my emotions as she used her fingertip to trace around the
outside edge of my sweet snatch without actually touching my pleasure
place. Brian pulled his pants up and he was now fully clothed as he sat
back and watched his aunt explore my bare beaver.

   I was embarrassed because Brian was watching his aunt play around
between my legs.  I was also frustrated because I needed sexual relief and
Mrs.  Grover was in no hurry to satisfy my needs.  I tried moving my hips
so that her finger would come in contact with my tender pussy lips, but she
would gently tickle the pussy hairs around the outer edges of my pink lips
without actually rubbing my moist pleasure zone.

   I even heard Mrs.  Grover chuckle because she knew exactly what she was
doing to me.  Mrs.  Grover was working my emotions into a fever pitch while
refusing to fulfill the urges that were stirring inside of me.  Then, just
when I was ready to scream, Mrs.  Grover finally split my wet pussy lips
with her fingertip and began sliding it up and down my pleasure zone.

   Mrs.  Grover looked up at me, smiled and said, "Is that what you want
little girl?"

   I moaned, "Yes, oh yes!"

   Then she began making tiny circles with her fingertip on my love button
and it sent chills up and down my spine.  Mrs.  Grover hadn't even put her
finger inside of me yet and the tension was already beginning to build
throughout my body.  As Brian's aunt continued touching my tender clitty,
she motioned for Brian to tend to my breasts.  Brian eagerly leaned over
and began kissing and sucking on one of my nipples, while he used his
fingertip to taunt and tickle my other nipple.

   As the feeling continued to grow stronger inside of me, Mrs.  Grover
slid her finger down and slowly pushed it into my tight young pussy.  My
pussy was so wet that her finger slid in easily.  Once her finger was deep
inside of me, Mrs.  Grover began working it in and out, in and out while
pausing occasionally to move her fingertip around in circles.

   Brian was now using both hands to play with my nipples.  He would roll
my nipples between his fingers for a while, and then he would gently pull
on them.  Brian was intrigued by the way my pink nipples poked out so stiff
and hard, and he was having a good time teasing and tickling them, which
felt really good to me.

   I moaned, "Oh Brian, that feels so good."

   Mrs.  Grover responded, "I'll bet it doesn't feel as good as this," and
then she moved her head down between my legs.

   Mrs.  Grover began licking my love button while continuing to thrust her
finger in and out of my pussy and it felt so good that I called out, "Oh my
gosh, that's feels incredible!"

   Brian was still teasing and tickling my tender nipples as his aunt
wiggled her tongue around over my little clitty.  As if I needed more
stimulation, Mrs.  Grover reached underneath me and began sliding her
fingertip up and down my sensitive butt crack.  She even probed me, which
made me moan loudly.

   Now the tension inside of my body was unbelievable and it kept building
stronger and stronger.  With every pleasure zone on my body now tended to,
I could no longer fight the feeling.  My whole body stiffened up, and then
it rushed out of me like a flood to my pussy.

   I began screaming, "I can't take it anymore!  I'm...I'm cumming, I'm
cumming.  Mmm, it feels so good.  I'm cumming.

   When Mrs.  Grover and Brian finally released me, I slumped down in the
couch as my body twitched from the electricity generated by my explosive
orgasm.  My eyes were closed and it felt like I was floating on a cloud. 
Then I was dropped back to earth like a rock when I heard everyone
applauding.  I was mortified because all of the adults were watching as
Mrs. Grover played with my pussy, but I was too weak to move.

   When I finally regained my composure, I looked around and noticed that
everyone was dressed except for me.  Even Mrs.  Grover was wearing a
bathrobe.

   My mom said, "Come on Amy, its time to go home."

   I asked, "Where's my T-shirt?"

   My mom replied, "I've got it.  I'll give it to you when we get home."

   I yelped, "When we get home!"

   My mom said, "Yes, now give everyone a hug goodbye and come home," as
she walked out the door with my T-shirt.

   I was already embarrassed because everybody had just watched me cum, and
now I had to say goodbye to them in the nude.  Everyone let their hands
roam all over my naked body as I hugged them.  The men enjoyed patting me
on my bare ass and Mr.  Grover even ran his finger up and down my sensitive
butt crack.  It gave me chills because my body was already ultra-sensitive
from just experiencing an orgasm.



   Finally I left the Grover's trailer and headed across the street alone
and naked.  Luckily it was dark out, but it was still humiliating because
my bare body was illuminated by the street lights.  I hurried to our mobile
home with an arm across my breasts and a hand between my legs nervously
wondering who was looking at me.

   Then I heard a car beep and I quickly turned around to see who was
checking out my bare butt.  I was relieved when I saw Brian waving to me
out the back window of the car.  Even though it forced me to expose my
pussy hair to the boy, I went ahead and raised my hand so that I could wave
back to him.

   It seemed to take forever, but I finally made it inside our trailer, and
then I headed straight for the shower.  I got cleaned up and then I went
directly to bed.  As expected, I fell right to sleep after making it
through such an exhausting day.  I didn't wake up until the alarm went off
the following morning.

   As I got ready for school, it suddenly occurred to me that I made it
through the night without experiencing one of my naked-in-public
nightmares. Now I was faced with a dilemma.  If I admitted that I didn't
have a nightmare, Doctor Hefferton would claim that his therapy was working
and he would continue forcing me to expose myself in public.  If I said
that I had a nightmare, Doctor Hefferton would prescribe more public
exposure for me as a cure for the nightmares.  It suddenly became clear
that I'd better get used to being naked in public because it looked like
public nudity was going to be in my future for a long time!





   Amy and the Doctor - Part 19

   After enduring the humiliation of attending a weekend party at the
neighbor's house in the nude, I wanted to wear my heaviest jeans and
thickest sweatshirt to school.  Unfortunately, my mother had other plans
for me.  She laid out a short T-shirt, a thin pair of sweatpants and a
plain white bra for me to wear.

   As I cupped the bra over my perky medium sized breasts, I begged,
"Please mom, don't make me wear this outfit to school.  The T-shirt is so
short that it doesn't even cover my belly-button."

   My mom said, "Doctor Hefferton instructed me to dress you in revealing
clothes.  He said it would be beneficial in the progress of your therapy."

   As I pulled the T-shirt over my head, I stressed, "Again with Doctor
Hefferton.  Every time his name is mentioned, I end up naked in public!"

   My mom countered, "That's not true.  He's trying to help you and he's
hardly charging us anything."

   As I stood there in just a bare-midriff T-shirt, I said, "That's because
you're sleeping with him!"

   My mom simply smiled as she watched me reach for my sweatpants.  My
smooth bare butt was showing as I bent over to pick up my pants, but it
didn't bother me because my mom and I always walk around the house naked in
front of each other.  Then I slipped the sweatpants on, but before I pulled
them all the way up, I noticed the reflection of my light brown pussy hair
in the mirror.

   I asked, "Do you really think it -(TM)s a good idea for me to go to
school without panties?"

   My mom grabbed hold of the waistband of my pants and said, "Of course,
and I'll show you why."

   After my mom pulled the thin sweatpants up my legs, she rolled the
waistband down dangerously low on my hips.

   I shrieked, "Mom, you've rolled these pants down so low that my pussy
hair is right at the edge of the waistband.  Over an inch of my butt crack
is showing in back, too!"

   My mom smiled and explained, "That's why I don't want you to wear any
underpants.  Panties will obstruct the view of your beautiful butt."

   I countered, "Yeah, that's why I wish you'd let me put on some
underwear. I don't want anybody checking out my butt!"

   As I attempted to reach into my underwear drawer, my mother alerted me
that the bus was coming.  I only had enough time to slip on a pair of white
ankle socks and tennis shoes, so I had to leave the house without panties.
I rushed out the door of our mobile home in such haste that I forgot to
grab my book bag and purse.

   I was very nervous when I got on the school bus because it seemed like
everyone was staring at me.  As I strolled down the isle between the seats,
I could feel the waistband of my sweatpants rubbing against the upper edge
of my hairy triangle.  It made me feel uneasy because the guys were focused
intently on my pants and they were well aware that the slightest slip of my
sweatpants would leave my girl fur exposed.  I never looked back, but I was
certain that the boys continued staring at me after I passed them because
my butt crack was hanging out above the waistband of my rolled down
sweatpants.

   Then I saw my new friend April at the back of the bus and she offered me
a place to sit down.  She was the Pizza Delivery Girl who delivered pizzas
to the party that I was forced to attend in the nude.  April was so nice to
me that she even let me sit on the inside of the seat next to the window.
April was wearing a very short plaid skirt with a button-down blouse and I
spied a little nerdy freshman across the isle paying close attention to
April's outfit.  The freshman was eyeing April's exposed cleavage because
her thin white blouse was unbuttoned low enough to put her sheer bra on
view.  He was also checking out April's smooth long legs displayed below
her super short skirt.

   April must not have noticed the boy because she wasn't very careful
about keeping her knees together.  In fact, April kept fidgeting in her
seat causing her short skirt to ride up higher and higher on her creamy
thighs.  This did not go unnoticed by the boy.

   When her skirt reached the point where her little undies were about to
show, I said, "April, if you keep squirming around, you're gonna hike your
skirt up so high that the boy over there will be able to see your panties."

   April replied, "I can't help it.  These bus seats are always hard, but
for some reason the seat is vibrating a lot more than usual."

   I replied,  -�I feel it, too.  We're near the back tires.  Maybe the
pavement is rough."

   April countered, "No, it must be the engine because it's such a steady
vibration."

   I said, "Regardless of what's causing it, the vibration is giving me a
funny tingling feeling between my legs, if you know what I mean."

   April said, "I know exactly what you mean.  That's why I'm feeling so
uncomfortably frustrated."

   April paused for a moment, and then she said, "I can't take it anymore.
It -(TM)s a long ride to school so I'm going to take advantage of it!"

   April took a moist towelette out of her book bag, and then she stood up
and slowly bent over to clean the bus seat.  She didn't bend her knees when
she leaned forward, so the hem of her short plaid skirt rode up in back
exposing her skimpy panties to the nerdy freshman.

   I whispered, "April, that boy can definitely see your underwear now."

   April looked over at the boy, and then she reached up under her skirt.

   I giggled and asked, "April, what are you doing?"

   April winked at me and said, "Just watch," and then she hooked her
fingertips under the elastic waistband of her tiny panties and slowly slid
the little undies down her long legs.

   The boy's eyes almost pop out of his head as he watched April remove her
panties, so I said, "That's really mean, April.  He's gonna have a boner
all day!"

   When April stepped out of her little underpants and stuffed them into
her book bag, I said, "Well, that's one way to keep him from peeking at
your panties."

   Then April looked at me and whispered, "Is he still looking?"

   I replied, "Oh yeah!  You have his undivided attention, and it looks
like the soldier in his pants is standing at attention, too."

   April said, "Good.  If the pervert wants a show, then I'll give him a
show," and then she slowly bent over again to finish cleaning the bus seat.

   I warned, "April, now he's trying to slouch down in his seat to get a
better view of your bare ass!"

   April glanced up at me and smiled.  Then April spread her legs further
apart and arched her back a little more.

   April gave me a mischievous grin and said, "There, now the little perv
knows what a pussy looks like!"

   We both laughed as April gave the boy a nice long look at her smooth
shapely butt and her pretty pink pussy lips from behind.  When April
finally sat down, her young sweet snatch was in direct contact with the bus
seat.

   She immediately started moaning, "Mmm, that feels better.  In fact, it
feels really good!"

   April shifted in her seat and once again forced the hem of her short
skirt to ride up.  Then she spread her legs a little wider apart, which put
a big smile on the freshman boy's face.

   I said, "April, now you're just being downright careless.  You don't
have any panties on and that young boy is looking right between your legs.
I'll bet he has a clear view of your blonde peach fuzz pussy!"

   April said, "I don't care.  This bus seat feels too good to worry about
him."

   Then April closed her eyes and spread her legs apart even wider.  She
didn't seem to mind at all that the young boy could see the sparse blonde
hair between her legs.  I guess it was because April was concentrating on
the vibrating stimulation provided by the bus seat.

   April licked her lips, and then she moaned, "Oh yeah, that's the spot.
Mmm, yes, oh yes, I'm right on the spot.  Oh Amy, it feels so good.  You
have to try it."

   Listening to April moan was getting me excited, but I said, "I can't do
it.  I don't have a skirt on!"

   April assured me, "Don't worry, nobody can see us back here," even
though there was a nerdy freshman boy staring right at us.

   April pulled another moist towelette out of her book bag, so I humored
her by rising up and letting her clean the seat below me.  However I had no
intention of removing my pants.

   After cleaning the seat, April said, "Okay, now slide your pants down."

   I said, "No way, April!  I'm not going to pull my pants down on the
school bus."

   April said, "Okay, then I'll do it for you," and without warning she
hooked her fingers inside the waistband of my sweatpants and yanked them
down my legs.

   Since I wasn't prepared for April's attack, she easily pulled the
lightweight sweatpants all the way down to my ankles.  It left me standing
on the school bus naked from the waist down.  My hairy triangle was
completely exposed to the freshman boy across from me and my bare butt was
on display out the back window to the motorists following the bus.

   April gently slid her fingertip up and down my sensitive butt crack as
she said, "Amy, why aren't you wearing any panties?  Were you preparing for
this the whole time?"

   My face turned red from embarrassment.  I didn't want to explain to
April why my mother forced me to attend school without panties so I didn't
say anything at all.  Then I turned around and my humiliation was
intensified one-hundred percent.  Through the back window of the bus I
spotted a businessman gawking at my bare ass.  Then I glanced forward and
found that freshman boy checking out the soft curly hair between my legs. I
was so petrified with fear that I couldn't move, thus prolonging my
humiliation.

   When I looked back again at the man in the car behind us, he was still
staring at my totally exposed butt.  Then he smiled and waved at me so I
plunged down in my seat.  That allowed April to guide the sweatpants over
my tennis shoes and snatch them away from me.  Now bottomless, I ducked
down in the bus seat with the hope that no one could see me as April took
the liberty of stuffing my sweatpants into her book bag.

   I whined, "Oh my gosh, April.  I'm on the school bus and I don't have
any pants on!  This is so embarrassing."

   Amy replied, "I don't have any pants on, either."

   I said, "But you're wearing a skirt."

   Then April hiked her short skirt all the way up to her waist revealing
her practically hairless blonde pussy to the freshman boy across from us
and said, "There, does that make you feel better?"

   I said, "Well, I guess so, but your bare ass isn't on display to the
cars behind us."

   With her skirt still hiked up, April proceeded to push her beautiful
bare butt cheeks right up against the back window of the bus.  She
shamelessly mooned the motorists behind us and they responded by beeping
their horns.  After giving everyone a nice long look at her tight teenaged
butt, she settled back into her seat and once again hiked her skirt up in
front of her.

   April said, "There, now we're even so sit back and enjoy the ride!"

   As fearful as I am about being seen naked in public, I had to admit that
there was a level of nervous excitement in the air from having the lower
half of my body exposed on the school bus.  At first it was quite unnerving
knowing that a little freshman boy could see me without my pants on.  Then
I became conscious of the vibrating seat against my bare vagina and I
quickly realized that April was right...it did feel good!

   When we got on the highway, the bus seat became electrified with an
intense consistent vibration.  April and I both squirmed around until we
found the perfect position for our naked vibrating pussies, and then we sat
back and let the vibrating seat work its magic on our bare beavers.  It
didn't take long for the funny feeling to start building inside of me as I
sat there with my eyes closed.  Then April reached over and began gently
dragging her fingernails up and down my smooth thighs.

   April moved her fingers so far up my legs that they almost came in
contact with my moist pink pussy lips.  I even spread my legs wide apart to
let her know that she had the green light to do anything she wanted to me,
but she merely teased the edge of my pussy hair, and then she moved her
hand back down my leg.  This left my legs wide apart with nothing
obstructing the view of my neatly trimmed bush.  I opened my eyes and
witnessed the freshman boy taking it all in, but I was so close to an
orgasm that I couldn't move.

   Then I heard April take a deep breath and joyously call out, "Oh my
gosh, this is it.  I'm about to...I mean I am, I'm cumming, I'm cumming. 
Mmm, oh it feels so good!"

   April dug her fingernails into my thigh until the vibrating bus seat
brought her tight teenaged pussy to the height of pleasure, and then she
relaxed her grip, shifting her focus to my impending orgasm.  I was so
excited that it felt like a dam was about to burst inside of me.  I was
frantically shifting my hips back and forth to rub my pussy against the
smooth vinyl as the seat continued to vibrate on my little clitty.

   Then April began combing her fingernails through my soft curly girl fur
and I couldn't hold back any longer.  My body tensed up, and then it
exploded with an incredible orgasm.  I wanted to scream, but April put her
hand over my mouth to muffle my enthusiasm.  I was so overjoyed that I
didn't even realize we had pulled into the school parking lot.

   As I sat there trying to regain my composure, April leaned over, kissed
me on the cheek and softly said, "Time for school," and then she scooped up
her book bag and headed for the door.

   Unfortunately, my sweatpants were in her book bag!



   Amy and the Doctor - Part 20

   During our trip to school, my new friend April took her panties off and
gave herself an orgasm by rubbing her bare beaver against the vibrating bus
seat under her short skirt.  Then April convinced me to remove my
sweatpants and experience the pinnacle of pleasure, too.  When we finally
arrived at our high school, I was still trying to recover from my earth
shattering orgasm, so April kissed me goodbye and got of the bus.

   When I finally regained consciousness, I rose to my feet.  I thought
everyone had gotten off the bus, but when I looked around, I was shocked to
discover that I was not alone.  Standing only a few feet away from me was a
little nerdy freshman boy that had been spying on me all the way to school.
The boy seized the opportunity and eagerly examined the soft triangle of
hair between my legs.

   It was the first time in my life that I'd ever left for school without
wearing panties so when I removed my pants, all I had on was a thin white
T-shirt, a plain white bra, white ankle-socks and tennis shoes. 
Unfortunately, the T-shirt wasn't even long enough to hide my belly-button
so it offered no coverage below my waist.  In a panic, I tugged hard on my
T-shirt, but it was no us.  The shirt was definitely meant to be a bare
midriff top, leaving everything below my belly-button, well...bare!

   The ecstatic expression on the freshman boy's face let me know that I
needed to find my pants and find them fast!  My bare ass and light brown
bush were out in the open for everyone to see and I was standing on the
school bus right in front of my high school.  With no place to hide, I
quickly covered my hairy triangle with my hands and plunged down in my
seat. I nervously began searching for my sweatpants, but I couldn't find
them.

   Then the freshman boy said with a smirk, "Did you lose something?"

   In an angry tone I said, "Yes...my pants!  I can't find them.  Did you
take them you little pervert?"

   He replied, "Pervert?  Me?  I'm not the one that lost my pants on the
school bus.  Maybe your friend took them."

   I shrieked, "Oh my gosh, April put my sweatpants in her book bag.  She
must have forgotten that she had them!"

   The boy said, "Well you'd better chase after her.  She's getting off the
bus."

   I said, "I can't run after her.  I'm half naked!  Can't you get them for
me?"

   He replied, "You called me a nerd and a perv, and now you want my help?
I don't think so!"

   I yelled, "You -(TM)re a bastard," but he didn't care.

   The boy just smiled and let his eyes wander down towards the naked half
of my body.  I desperately called out to April, but it was too late.  April
was already getting off the bus and she had no intention of waiting for me.
By now, everyone had exited the bus except for two people, the bus driver
and that nerdy freshman.  I was trapped in public with no pants or panties,
and my T-shirt was so short that it didn't even cover my belly-button.  I
was horrified and I didn't know what to do next, but there was one thing I
knew for sure...I was in real trouble!

   The freshman boy continued to gawk at my nakedness, so I yelled, "Go
away geek!"

   He said, "No way.  I'm not leaving until you show me your pussy."

   In an angry tone, I said, "You've already seen it, you little perv!"

   He said, "My name is not geek or perv...its Andrew, and I want a good
look.  I want you to spread your legs and show me your pretty pink pussy
lips.  Then I want you to turn around and show me that nice sweet ass of
yours!"

   I screeched, "Not a chance, perv!  I'm not showing you anything!"

   Then the woman driving the bus called out, "Come on, time for school. 
Get off the bus."

   As I ducked down in my seat, I whispered to Andrew, "Please don't tell
her I'm here, -� but Andrew arrogantly yelled to the bus driver, "She can't
get off the bus.  She lost her pants!"

   The woman asked in disbelief, "Lost her pants?  What are you talking
about?"

   As the big woman rose up out of her seat and began heading towards me, I
got really nervous because I knew the situation had just gone from bad to
worse.  When the bus driver finally got to my seat, she looked like a
giant. The woman was about five-foot-ten and weighed about a hundred and
ninety pounds.  That's about ten inches and ninety pounds bigger than me.

   She looked down at me and said, "I don't know what kind of game you're
playing little girl, but I don't have time for it."

   I begged, "Please don't make me get off the bus.  I'm naked from the
waist down and everyone will see me!"

   The bus driver asked, "Did someone do this to you?"

   Before I could speak, that freshman nerd interrupted, "No.  Amy was
making out with April and April walked off with Amy -(TM)s pants."

   The woman said, "Oh, it -(TM)s Lesbian Amateur Hour!"

   I meekly said, "No, not exactly.  Can you please take me back home?"

   She replied with a laugh, "Back home?  You've got to be kidding."

   I begged, "Then take me anywhere...just don't make me get off the bus.
All the boys will see me and I'm not wearing any pants."

   The bus driver pondered the situation for a moment, and then she said,
"Well, I guess I can't send you out there half naked."

   I was relieved because the bus driver was about to save me, but then
that freshman boy opened his big mouth and said, "She didn't have any
problem showing off while you were driving the bus."

   The bus driver asked, "What are you talking about?"

   Andrew replied, "Didn't you hear the horns honking?  Amy and April were
mooning the drivers behind us and showing off their naked bodies to
everyone.  If you ask me, it was a blatant disregard for your authority."

   I yelled, "Nobody asked you," but much to my dismay, the boy's testimony
had a huge influence on the huge woman.

   She glared at me and said, "Don't you know that flashing your ass out
the back of my bus could get me fired!  You're in real trouble young lady!"

   I demanded, "But it wasn't my fault.  It was an accident!"

   The bus driver snarled, "You can't accidentally lose your pants and
flash your naked body out the back window.  Now get off the bus
immediately!"

   Then I made the big mistake of saying, "Okay, be a bitch why don't you!"

   The bus driver glared at me and said, "Listen up, Missy!  When I was in
high school, there were little cutie pies like you that always made fun of
big girls like me and there was nothing I could do about it.  Now it's my
turn to even the score.  I'm taking you to the Principal's Office and I
don't care who sees you!"

   The big woman grabbed my forearm, stood me up and began leading me
towards the front of the bus.  I felt like I was walking my last mile. 
With each step I took towards the exit door, my heart would beat a little
faster.  My left hand was immobilized by the bus driver, so I attempted to
hide my pussy hair with my right hand.  Unfortunately, my bare butt was
still fully exposed and that freshman boy was following right behind me.

   I was mortified when the perv said, "Wow, you have a nice ass!"

   I said to the bus driver, "Please let go of me.  Nerd boy can see my
butt."

   The bus driver replied, "I'm not letting go of you, and so what if he
can see your butt.  It seems to me that you like showing off your bare
ass!"

   With the exit door only a few steps away, I looked up at the bus driver
and begged, "No, that's not true at all.  My biggest fear is being seen
naked in public.  This is very humiliating, especially since my butt is
completely exposed and a boy is right behind me.  Can't you find me a towel
or something?"

   The bus driver replied, "Actually, I have a small blanket right here
behind my seat."

   My face lit up with joy as the woman reached for the blanket, but Andrew
said, "That blanket is really dirty.  You don't want to put that filthy
thing up against your bare skin, do you Amy?"

   I frantically said, "Yes I do.  I don't mind.  Please give me the
blanket!"

   Unfortunately, the bus driver said to Andrew, "You're right.  I'm in
enough trouble already, what with high school girls flashing their naked
bodies out the back of my bus.  I don't want to get in trouble with the
Health Department, too...although, I don't have anything else to give her."

   Andrew said, "Don't worry.  I'm sure they'll have something she can
cover up with in the Principal's Office."

   I screeched, "The Principal's Office?  You can't make me walk all the
way to the Principal's Office like this.  My ass and pussy are completely
exposed!"

   The bus driver laughed and said, "Yes, all your goodies are showing,"
and then she tightened her grip on my arm.

   To make matters worse, the woman turned to Andrew and asked, "Would you
mind helping me escort this young lady to the Principal's Office?"

   Andrew replied, "It would be my pleasure."

   I thought to myself, "Of course it would be your pleasure...I don't have
any pants on!"

   When we got to the exit door, the bus driver looked at me and said, "I
guess you -(TM)d better get used to boys staring at you," and then she gave
me an evil grin as she lead me down the steps.

   I was petrified with fear as I stepped down from the bus.  The bus
driver was holding onto my left arm so I cupped my right hand between my
legs.  I figured that way I'd at least be able to hold onto a little bit of
my dignity.  Then I decided to try and make a run for it, but the bus
driver had too tight of a grip on my arm.

   Angered by my escape attempt, the bus driver called to Andrew, "She's a
feisty one.  You'd better help me hold onto her."

   Andrew said, "No problem," and then he grabbed hold of my free arm.

   Now there was no way for me to hide my nudity from all of the students
gathering nearby.  The bus driver and Andrew were marching me into my high
school and I was naked from the waist down.  It seemed as though I'd been
saying this everyday, but this really was the most humiliating day of my
life!



   Amy and the Doctor - Part 21

   I was having a bad day!  First my new friend April playfully pulled my
sweatpants off and stuffed them into her book bag.  Then April forgot to
return my pants before she got off the school bus.  That left me on the bus
with the bus driver, a geeky freshman boy and no pants!  Now the huge
female bus driver and the nerdy freshman named Andrew were marching me to
the Principal's Office, right in front of all my classmates.

   For the first time in my life I didn't bother wearing panties to school
so I was totally naked from the waist down.  The bus driver was holding
onto my left arm, the freshman boy had a firm grip on my right arm, and my
T-shirt was so short that it didn't even cover my belly-button.  Therefore
I had no free hands or clothing to hide my bare ass and hairy pussy from my
fellow students and they were quickly gathering around to get a look at me.

   This is where I normally wake-up from my naked-in-public nightmares, but
I couldn't wake up.  To my horror, I quickly came to the realization that
this wasn't a nightmare...this was really happening to me!

   As we entered the front doors of the high school, my face turned crimson
red because everyone was staring at me.  Even my History Teacher moved
closer to get a better view of my neatly trimmed bush.  Unfortunately, he
did absolutely nothing to help me.  Some of the students looked shocked or
surprised, but most of the boys appeared to enjoy watching the bus driver
parade my smooth firm ass and soft furry patch down the school hallway.

   There were other students, mostly girls, who simply pointed at me and
laughed.  Then one girl ran up and patted me on my bare ass.  That got a
cheer out of the boys so other girls decided to softly spank my butt
cheeks, too.

   I urged the bus driver, "Can't you speed up?  You're walking so slowly!"

   The bus driver sarcastically replied, "Speed Up?  Why?"

   I shrieked, "Um, duh...maybe because we're in the school hallway and I'm
not wearing any pants!'

   The bus driver said, "Oh, that's right...you're half naked.  I thought
you were just popular."

   When Andrew laughed at the bus driver's statement, I yelled, "Shut up
geek!"

   That angered Andrew, so he said to the bus driver,  -�We -(TM)re not in
a hurry, are we? -�

   The bus driver replied,  -�Why no, not at all, -� and then the two of
them started walking even slower, thus prolonging my naked degradation.

   One girl took advantage of my humiliating turtle pace by sneaking up
behind me and gently tickling my sensitive butt crack.  That made me twitch
and squirm, which the boys really seemed to enjoy.  The boys showed their
appreciation by cheering louder and it inspired the girl to continue
tickling my bare ass.

   One of the boys yelled,  -�Does she have a nice butt? -�

   The girl paused for a moment, and then she slowly dragged her fingertip
up and down my fully exposed butt crack.  It was totally embarrassing
because the girl directed everyone -(TM)s attention right to my bare ass.
My classmate was driving me crazy and she knew it.

   The girl finally replied,  -�Yes, she has a soft smooth ass, -� and then
she continued touching my totally nude butt crack!

   I tried dodging the girl -(TM)s hands, but that forced me to spread my
legs awkwardly, thus further exposing my light brown pussy hair to the
crowd.  With the soft curly hair between my legs completely unprotected,
the boys quickly lined up and started bending over in front of me to get an
up close and personal view of my girl fur.  One of the boys got so close
that my pussy hair actually brushed up against his face as I passed by.

   The boy called out, "I touched it!"

   A girl standing next to him giggled and asked, "Touched what?  This?"

   The girl stepped forward and combed her long fingernails through my
hairy triangle.  Then she humiliated me further by reaching down and
tugging on a tuft of hair between my legs.

   She held onto the tuft of hair as I walked, so I begged, "Please let go.
Everyone is watching," but the girl just looked up and gave me a
mischievous smile and pulled even harder.

   I yelped, "Ouch, that hurt," so the girl finally let go.

   Then the girl fist-bumped the boy next to her and joyously said, "Now
we've both touched it!"

   My display of full frontal nudity was so humiliating that I clutched my
legs together as tight as I could, which at least partially hid my muff
from the boys.  Unfortunately, keeping my legs together left me unable to
walk, so I returned to my normal gait, thus leaving my light brown bush out
in the open for the boys to enjoy.

   I demanded,  -�Haven -(TM)t you boys seen enough?  Can -(TM)t you leave
me alone? -�

   To answer my question, a boy dove down on his knees in front of me and
reply,  -�No, I want to see more, -� and then he positioned his face so
that it was right in line with my pussy hair.

   I begged the bus driver,  -�Please stop.  There -(TM)s a boy right in
front of me.  He's right between my legs! -�

   The bus driver said,  -�Sorry, I -(TM)m on a tight schedule, -� and then
the bus driver and Andrew forced me to keep moving forward.

   As I approached the boy I expected him to move, but he didn -(TM)t.  He
just leaned backwards as my soft pussy hair came in contact with his face.
With no other option, I had to spread my legs and straddle the boy, and as
I passed over him, he stuck out his tongue and licked my pink pussy lips.
The boy even licked my butt as I moved past him, which once again made the
crowd cheer and embarrassed me beyond belief.

   After passing over the boy, a couple of girls ran up behind me and
started tickling my sensitive butt crack.  However, these girls were much
more aggressive than the girl I had encountered earlier.  When they dragged
their fingers down my backside, they didn -(TM)t stop until they touched my
bare beaver.  These girls really knew what they were doing and they wanted
to put on a good show for the boys.  It was extremely humiliating because
the girls could tell that they were getting me excited.

   With Andrew and the bus driver still holding onto my arms, I was
powerless to defend myself against the menacing girls.  The girls
capitalized on the situation by relentlessly ticking my bare ass and
touching my pussy, much to the delight of the boys.  One girl even pushed
her finger deep inside me, which made me squeal, but I was helpless and
unable to do anything about it.

   While the girl moved her finger around inside my tight wet pussy, she
whispered in my ear,  -�You like that, don -(TM)t you? -�

   I blushed a deep shade of red as I pleaded, "Oh my gosh, please stop. 
Everyone can see what you're doing to me!"

   The girl softly said, "What I'm doing to you?  Am I doing something to
you?  Am I bothering you little girl...I mean hot and bothering you!"

   Then the girl began pulling her finger all the way out of my pussy and
sliding it up my moist snatch.  The girl would allow her fingertip to
linger against my love button for a moment, and then she would push her
finger back inside my bare beaver.  Everyone knew exactly what she was
doing to me and I was mortified because I could stop my body from squirming
and twitching with pleasure.

   Eventually the girl removed her finger from my tight wet pussy and held
it up in the air.  Her finger glistened from my love juice as the crowd
applauded her actions.  They were treating her like some kind of celebrity,
yet I was the star of the show...a show that I had no desire to be a part
of.

   Once my butt crack and pleasure place were no longer under attack by my
classmates, I turned to the bus driver and said, "I hope you realize this
is going to scar me for life."

   The bus driver asked, "What...walking to the Principal's Office?"

   In an angry tone I replied, "No, walking to the Principal's Office half
naked with the whole school watching me while a couple of girls put their
fingers between my legs!"

   Then Andrew said, "If it bothers you so much then I'll hide your pussy
from everyone," and then he put his free hand over my pussy hair.

   I didn't know how to react.  On one hand, Andrew was hiding my hairy
triangle from the crowd, but on the other hand, he was smiling to his
freshman nerd friends as if putting his hand between my legs was some big
conquest.  Then Andrew moved his finger around between my legs and found
his way down between my moist pink pussy lips.  When Andrew's inexperienced
fingertip managed to come in contact with my little clitty, it made my body
shutter.

   Then one of Andrew's geek friends called out, "Is she wet?"

   Andrew responded by holding his finger up and saying, "Oh yeah!"

   I was mortified!  My sweet snatch was wet because I had an orgasm on the
bus followed by the nervous excitement of having my bare ass and neatly
trimmed bush paraded down the hallways of my high school.  If that wasn't
enough stimulation, my butt crack and moist pussy lips were tormented in
public by a couple of teenaged girls.  Unfortunately, the nerd herd didn
-(TM)t take any of that into account and attributed my wetness solely to
the touch of one of their own kind.

   I sadly thought to myself, "Having my pussy touched in public by Andrew
the geek might be harder to live down than showing up for school without
pants!"

   Moments later we arrived at the Principal's Office, but that didn't do
much to end my humiliation.  The Principal's Office has a waiting area
outside with a glass wall adjacent to the hallway that was filled with
students.  Teachers did finally show up to disperse the crowd, but it was
too little, too late as far as I was concerned.  I was already, pardon the
pun, the butt of everyone's jokes today!

   The bus driver finally let go of my arm when the Principal came out of
his office.

   I tried to cover my pussy hair with my hands, but the Principal
commanded, "Hands by your sides!"

   I was so frightened by my surroundings that I immediately complied with
his request.  The man proceeded to take a good look at me, which was really
humiliating because his eyes darted right between my legs.  I -(TM)m
eighteen and he -(TM)s in his forties, yet he seemed to enjoy gazing at my
tight teenaged pussy.  Then his focus shifted to my backside and he
carefully examined my bare ass.  I thought he was going to spend the rest
of the day gazing at all of my exposed flesh, but he finally stopped and
instructed me to have a seat.

   I wanted to run out the door, but there were so many guys poking their
heads through the doorway that I was once again trapped in public without
pants.  To control the crowd, the principal was forced to lock the door,
thus preventing me from escaping.  However, it didn't offer any protection
because the boys could still see me through the big glass wall of windows.

   To make matters worse, that nerdy freshman followed me into the waiting
room and there was already another boy seated in the room when I arrived.
The boy quickly turned to me and began carefully studying my exposed ass
and bare beaver as Andrew took a seat beside him.

   The Principal said to me, "Wait here and I'll deal with you in a
minute."

   I said, "Wait here?  But I don't have any pants on!"

   The man said, "I know.  That's why you're here."

   I nervously mumbled, "But...but there's two boys in here and there's
also a whole crowd of boys with their faces pressed up against the
windows."

   He said, "They'll go away soon."

   I yelped, "Go away soon?  But what do I do until then?  And why does
this freshman get to hang around?"

   The Principal said, "He's a witness and the other boy is in trouble,
just like you. -�

   The boy said,  -�Not exactly like you...I have pants on, -� and then
Andrew and the boy laughed.

   The Principal said,  -�Have a seat and be patient.  I'll be with you as
soon as I can," and then he took the bus driver into his office and closed
the door.

   As I stood there with my hands in front of my pussy hair and my bare ass
completely exposed, I thought to myself,  -�Can this day get any worse? -�

   Then I looked at the boys who were utterly thrilled at the sight of my
exposed skin and I knew the answer was --yes, my day can and probably will
get worse!



   Amy and the Doctor - Part 22

   When I awoke this morning, I never dreamt I would lose my pants on the
school bus and get marched to the Principal's Office while I was naked from
the waist down.  Unfortunately, that's exactly what happened to me.  Now I
find myself trapped in the waiting room outside the Principal's Office, and
I'm still not wearing any pants or panties.  To make matters worse, the
waiting room has a glass wall adjacent to the hallway used by my
classmates, and I was locked in the room with two other students...both
boys!

   There were two chairs in the waiting room.  One chair faced the windows
while the other chair was off to the side.  The boys occupied both chairs,
forcing me to remain standing.  One of the boys, Andrew, was a geeky
freshman who was only there because he was a witness to my accidental
display of public nudity on the school bus.  The other boy was some big fat
kid who apparently got in trouble for causing a disruption during his bus
ride to school.

   The fat kid smiled at me as Andrew said, "Amy, this is Bob.  I realize
he's only a freshman, but he likes you."

   I glared at the fat kid and said, "I'm a senior.  I don't associate with
freshmen!"

   Andrew said, "Did you make that rule before or after I touched your
pussy?"

   Bob excitedly asked, "You touched her pussy?"

   Andrew replied, "Yeah man, and I have witnesses, too."

   I stressed, "Andrew, you were just in the right place at the right time.
I assure you it will never happen again!"

   The boys both looked at each other and said, "Still counts!"

   Then Bob glanced at my nude lower half and said, "I sure picked a great
day to get in trouble!"

   Andrew added, "Yeah.  Maybe Amy and you will get detention together,"
and then the boys looked at me and grinned.

   I stood there silently for a moment, and then I asked, "Do you think I
could sit in the chair that's not in front of the windows?"

   The boys chuckled and replied, "No way, man!  We like you just where you
are."

   I declared, "I'm not a man."

   The boys laughed out loud as they said in unison, "That's for sure.  We
can see you're a girl because we can see your pussy!"

   While I was standing there, I had lackadaisically let my hands drift
away from between my legs.  That left my hairy muff out in the open for the
boys to observe.  However, when the boys pointed out that they could see my
pussy, I quickly put my hands in front of my totally exposed bush.

   As I blushed, I thought to myself, "It -(TM)s going to be a long
morning!"

   While I continued standing, I couldn't help wondering what punishment I
would receive for showing up at school without wearing any pants or
panties. All kinds of punishments went through my mind.  I imagined myself
serving detention in my underwear.  I also imagined myself receiving a
bare-assed spanking at assembly in front of my whole high school.  Worst of
all, I imagined myself being forced to attend school in the nude for an
entire day.

   It really upset me because I pictured my classmates staring at me as I
strolled down the hallway with my firm bare breasts, precious pink nipples,
smooth shapely butt and light brown bush out in the open for everyone to
see.  It would be extremely embarrassing!  All the boys would be lusting
after me while all the girls would be making fun of me.  Actually, just
standing bottomless in the waiting room beside two boys while facing a
glass wall adjacent to the school hallway should already be enough
punishment for my crime!

   I had been standing in the waiting room with my back against the wall
for quite some time before the bus driver finally left.  Then the Principal
called me into his office.  My face turned red because I was forced to move
away from the wall and reveal my bare butt to the boys.  I scurried into
the office and found the Principal seated behind his desk.  After closing
the door behind me, I stood before the man with my hands covering my light
brown pussy hair.

   The Principal said, "Please leave the door open."

   I shrieked, "Leave the door open?  Then everyone will be able to see my
butt!"

   The Principal said, "I'm sorry, but I don't want anyone accusing me of
inappropriate behavior with a half-naked teenaged girl in my office. 
Besides, you came to school without pants so it shouldn't be a problem for
you."

   I reluctantly opened the door, and then I stood there with one hand
protecting my girl fur and the other hand partially covering my bare ass.

   Once again the Principal commanded, "Keep your hands at your sides," and
once again I complied with his request, although I was starting to believe
the Principal was enjoying the authority he had over me and he was using
that power to publicly humiliate me.

   The Principal sat back and looked me over.  I was mortified as the
Principal's eyes slowly scanned the naked half of my body, paying close
attention to the patch of soft curly hair between my legs.  I was also
embarrassed because I could hear the boys in the waiting room snickering as
they examined my bare ass.

   Then the Principal's telephone rang, but he motioned for me to remain
standing as he answered his phone.  I was forced to stand there, naked from
the waist down.  With my hands by my sides, the Principal continued gazing
at my pussy hair while he talked on the phone.  I never looked back, but I
could feel the eyes of the two nerdy freshmen focused on my bare butt, too.
I was totally humiliated, but my embarrassment did not end there.

   A few seconds later, the bell rang and I became very nervous because the
hallway quickly filled with students heading to their next class.  It
didn't take long for my fellow classmates to discover that I was still half
naked and on display behind the glass wall.  Once again I was helpless and
all I could do was stand there and allow everyone to view my fully exposed
ass while the Principal shamelessly directed his attention to my neatly
trimmed bush.  The Principal finally got off the phone when the school bell
rang again, but he had nothing to say to me.  Therefore, it appeared as
though he just wanted to humiliate me by making me stand with my hands at
my sides while all of my classmates passed in front of the windows.

   The Principal finally broke the silence when he said, "You can return to
the waiting room and I'll be with you in a moment."

   I sternly said, "You kept me standing here for five minutes while
everyone took a look at my bare butt and now you -(TM)re just going to send
me back into the waiting room?  What kind of cruel game are you playing?"

   He replied, "This is no game.  You are in serious trouble..."

   I said, "Amy, my name is Amy.  You don't know me because I've never been
in trouble before."

   The Principal said, "Regardless, you will do as I command and remember,
you brought this on yourself."

   I asked, "Well, can't you at least get rid of those boys?  It's really
embarrassing to stand there while the boys are trying to look between my
legs."

   He replied, "Alright, I deal with Bob right now."

   I took a seat as Bob went into the Principal's office and shut the door.
Of course I got stuck in the chair facing the windows, but at least I was
sitting down.  Then there was a soft knock on the door.  My heart sank
because I assumed my body was about to be exposed to one more person, but
when I saw that April was waiting to enter the room, my mood lifted
instantly.

   The Principal came out, unlocked the door and said, "I'm busy right now,
April.  Can you come back later?"

   She replied, "No, I need to speak with you now.  You see, I was with...I
mean, I'm responsible for Amy's problem."

   The Principal paused for a moment, glanced down at April's short skirt,
and then he said, "Okay, come in and have a seat, but I must say I'm
disappointed in you, April."

   I thought to myself, "He's on a first name basis with April, yet he
didn't even know my name.  Maybe she can get me out of this mess!"

   April entered the waiting room and the Principal locked the door behind
her.  The Principal went back into his office as April walked over and
stood in front of me.  Then she busted out laughing.

   I said, "Thanks for leaving me on the bus...with no pants!"

   April said, "I'm sorry.  It completely slipped my mind, but I raced down
here immediately when I found out you were trapped in the Principal's
Office half naked."

   I said, "Raced down here?  I've been here for over an hour!"

   April said, "Well, there was talk that someone showed up at school
without pants, but I didn't find out it was you until a few minutes ago."

   I said, "Regardless, where are they?"

   She asked, "What?"

   I said, "My pants!  Where are they?"

   April giggled and said, "Oh, I forgot to bring them."

   I shrieked, "You forgot my pants?  How could you forget my pants? 
Didn't you notice that you had my pants when you reached into your book bag
to get your panties?"

   April didn't answer.  She simply smiled and slowly raised the hem of her
short plaid skirt.  Andrew's eyes about popped out of his head when April's
skirt rose high enough to expose the blonde peach fuzz between her legs. 
Quite honestly, I couldn't help gazing between April's legs myself.  April
is eighteen-years-old, but with such a slight amount of light blonde hair
between her legs, her nearly bald beaver looks like it belongs to a much
younger girl.

   When the hem of April's short skirt was lifted all the way up to her
waist, Andrew blurted out, "Oh my gosh, you still haven't put your panties
on!"

   April turned to Andrew and said, "Shut up, perv," but her skirt remained
up high enough in front for me to see the sparse blonde hair between her
legs.

   I looked at her bare beaver and happily said, "So, you didn't leave me
here to suffer the disgrace of being seen half naked in school.  You just
didn't see my sweatpants because you never looked in your book bag to cover
your own pussy!"

   April empathically said, "That's right.  I'm not Tiffany.  I wouldn't
intentionally torture you, but now I need to cover my pussy and your
pussy."

   I asked, "How are you going to do that?"

   April replied, "Like this," and then she released her skirt and sat on
my lap so that her skirt covered both of our bare beavers.

   When April sat down, she straddled my leg and I could feel her bare
vagina resting directly on my thigh.  With April's short skirt covering us,
Andrew could not see what we were doing.  April began rubbing her sweet
snatch against my leg by gently rocking back and forth.  It allowed her
moist pussy lips to slide up and down my thigh.

   As April tried to pleasure herself on my lap, I couldn't help raising
the back of her short plaid skirt and sneaking a peek at her perfect ass.
After seeing her bare backside, I could resist rubbing my fingertip up and
down her beautiful butt crack.  April giggled, but she didn't push my
finger away.  In fact, it appeared to turn her on because she started
rocking her hips even harder against my leg.  Unfortunately for April, the
door to the Principal's office opened before April was able to climax.

   When the Principal's door opened, Bob was escorted out of the waiting
room.  The Principal locked the door behind him, and then he motioned for
Andrew, April and I to come into his office.  April stood up and her skirt
was no longer covering my naked lower half.  It was very embarrassing for
me because I was the only one in the room that was not wearing pants.  It
was also embarrassing because April left a wet spot on my thigh that
glistened in the light, and it appeared that the Principal had a good idea
of what caused the wet spot.

   We entered the Principal's office and this time he let me close the
door. I left my hands by my sides since that's what the Principal always
commands me to, but I was mortified because Andrew had a clear view of my
light brown bush.  If April was going to save me, this was her opportunity
because the Principal was about to discuss my punishment!



   Amy and the Doctor - Part 23

   The trial was about to begin.  I was standing in the Principal's office
and all I had on was a tiny bare-midriff T-shirt, a plain white bra, ankle
socks and tennis shoes.  I was not wearing any pants because I lost them on
the school bus and for the first time in my life, I didn't bother wearing
panties to school.

   April, who incidentally walked off with my pants, was wearing a very
short plaid skirt, a white blouse, a sheer bra and sandals.  The cute
blonde wore panties to school, but they ended up in her book bag along with
my sweatpants.  Also in the office was Andrew, a nerdy freshman who was
lucky enough to watch us disrobe on the way to school, and the Principal,
who was seated behind his desk.

   I was standing in front of the Principal with the soft curly hair
between my legs completely exposed because the Principal abused his power
by commanding me to keep my hands at my sides.  I found the situation
highly embarrassing.  Not only was the principal examining my light brown
bush, Andrew was also gazing at my neatly trimmed pussy hair.

   We all stood in silence for a moment, and then the Principal asked,
"What happened to cause this girl to lose her pants?"

   Andrew tried to speak, but April cut him off and said, "First, her name
is Amy, and second, it wasn't her fault.  The bus seat was dirty so she
took her pants off.  Then I cleaned the bus seat for her and when I was
finished, her pants were gone."

   With a look of skepticism on his face, the Principal looked over at
Andrew and asked, "Is that what really happened?"

   Andrew answered, "Well, not exactly.  What April did was..."

   April interrupted, "Yow saw me pull a moist towelette out of my book bag
and clean the seat, didn't you Andrew?"

   Andrew replied, "Yes, but then you..."

   April knew Andrew's testimony would send April and I directly to
detention, or maybe even result in a suspension from school.  However,
April didn't know what she could say that would contradict Andrew's account
of our escapes on the school bus.  Therefore, April decided that
distracting the Principal was our only hope of surviving the ordeal.

   As Andrew tried to tell his story to the Principal, April winked at me
and then she said, "Amy, your tennis shoe is untied.  Here, let me tie it
for you."

   April proceeded to slowly bend over in front the Principal with the
premise of tying my shoe.  With her back to the Principal, she kept her
knees straight as she leaned forward.  The awkward position caused her
short plaid shirt to ride up in back.  It was almost comical how the
Principal's mouth dropped open when he discovered that April was not
wearing panties under her skirt.

   While still in her bent over position, April sweetly said, "I'm sorry
this is taking so long.  I accidentally tied Amy's shoe in a knot."

   The Principal smiled and said, "No problem...take all the time you
need."

   Then that nerdy freshman moved to a location where he could also see up
April's skirt, so I warned, "Be careful, April.  Don't forget that you lost
your panties on the bus."

   April looked up at me with a mischievous grin, and then she quickly
stood up, pulled her skirt down and yelped, "Oh my gosh, I forgot all about
it!"

   After turning to face the Principal, April said, "I'm really sorry, sir.
I hope you weren't offended by my lack of underwear."

   The Principal cleared his throat and confidently said, "Offended?  No,
of course not, but just how did you lose your underpants?"

   Andrew spoke up, "She took them off, just like she pulled down Amy's
pants!"

   April took the offensive approach by looking right at the Principal and
declaring, "As soon as Amy and I removed our clothes to protect them from
the dirty bus seat, our clothes disappeared.  Andrew obviously stole them!"

   Andrew argued, "That's a lie!"

   April questioned, "Oh really?  You were the only one who saw us take our
clothes off.  You were the only one that got poor Amy in trouble.  You were
the only one that's in here standing up as a witness to the whole affair."

   I added, "And Andrew also put his hand between my legs against my will."

   April said with surprise, "He touched your pussy?  That's grounds for
expulsion!"

   Andrew yelped, "Expulsion?  Sir, are you going to let these girls get
away with this?"

   April said in a firm tone, "Get away with this?  Sir, we're the victims
here.  Look what he did to us," and then April slowly lifted the hem of her
short skirt.

   There was silence in the room as the Principal and Andrew both focused
their eyes between April's legs.  The tension on the guy's faces was
intense as the hem of April's plaid skirt rose higher and higher until
April's blonde pussy hair came into view.  The Principal tried to appear in
control, but I sensed that he was almost shaking with excitement as he
gazed at the blonde peach fuzz covering April's young tight pussy. 

   With her bare beaver completely exposed, April continued accusing Andrew
of perpetuating the situation while Andrew vehemently denied the
accusations.  April knew exactly what she was doing.  The Principal had two
fully exposed teenaged pussies staring him in the face, but he could not
concentrate on the good fortune placed before him with Andrew annoyingly
proclaiming his innocence Therefore, April pushed the issue until the
Principal had heard enough.

   The Principal declared, "I can't listen to this arguing any longer. 
Andrew, I'm going to have to ask you to leave and I -(TM)ll deal with you
later."

   Andrew stammered, "But...but sir, I didn't do anything wrong."

   The Principal didn't care.  He merely escorted Andrew out of the office.
Andrew looked over his shoulder to take one last look at us as he left the
room.  With our pussy hair still completely exposed, April and I simply
smiled and waved goodbye.

   April and I were happy because we assumed that we had won the battle. 
It didn't occur to us that we were still in trouble and facing punishment
for our risqu�(C) behavior on the bus.  Luckily, April still has a few
tricks up her sleeve...I mean up her skirt!



   Amy and the Doctor - Part 24

   After escorting Andrew out of the office, the Principal locked the door
to the waiting room.  Then the Principal returned to his office where April
and I were waiting.  I was still naked from the waist down, but April
released the hem of her skirt, thus blocking the view of her pantiless
pleasure place.

   When the Principal closed the door behind him, I thought to myself, "He
made me leave the door open earlier because he didn't want to be accused of
inappropriate behavior with a teenaged girl.  I guess that rule doesn't
apply when there are two teenaged girls!"

   The Principal was well aware that April and I were not minors.  April
and I are both eighteen-years-old, but the situation should still be deemed
inappropriate because the Principal is a person with authority over us.  As
inappropriate as the situation was, neither the Principal nor April seemed
to be concerned about it.  In fact, I quickly learned that the Principal
may have had the authority, but April certainly had the power to control
the situation!

   April arrogantly said, "I'm glad you got rid of Andrew.  He deserves to
be punished and frankly, I didn't like the way he was looking at me."

   The Principal chuckled and said, "You didn't like the way he was looking
at you?  You were holding your skirt up!"

   The Principal paused momentarily, and then he continued in a serious
tone, "Let's forget about Andrew and turn our attention to the matter at
hand."

   April innocently asked, "What matter is that?"

   The Principal angrily replied, "You know darn well what matter I'm
referring to!"

   April looked at me and said, "Oh, you mean the nudity thing, -� and then
April began gently combing her fingernails through my light brown bush.

   The Principal almost lost his train of thought as he watched April toy
with my pussy hair, but then he regained his concentration and declared, 
-�Yes, the nudity thing!  You girls are still in a lot of trouble.  I'm not
buying your dirty bus seat story.  I also don't want to hear the excuse
that Andrew stole your clothes because you shouldn't have taken them off in
the first place."

   April, who was still dragging her fingertips through my hairy triangle,
asked, "So...are you going to send us to detention?"

   The Principal said, "No.  I have no choice, but to suspend the two of
you."

   I started crying because I'd never been in trouble before, but April
seemed unfazed by the news.  April just turned and put her arms around me.
She placed my head on her shoulder to comfort me, and then she slid her
hands down my back until they were resting on my bare butt cheeks.  As
April caressed my fully exposed ass right in front of the Principal, she
began concocting a plan to get the Principal to change his mind about
suspending us.

   With no other alternative, April decided to use sex as a weapon.  This
was not my field of expertise and it was pretty intimidating for me just to
stand in the Principal's office without wearing any pants or panties. 
However, April seemed quite comfortable portraying the part of an
exhibitionist in front of the Principal and it appeared as though exposing
her body was how she planned to get us out of trouble.

   April said to the Principal, "How can you suspend us when it's obvious
that we were just trying to protect our clothes from the dirty bus seats?
See, I didn't remove my skirt and look how dirty it is," and then she
lifted the back of her skirt to demonstrate her point.

   With half of her smooth shapely ass exposed, April tried to show the
Principal a spot of dirt.  The Principal said he didn't see a spot on her
skirt.  Of course, that was probably because his eyes were focused on
April's bare butt!

   April lifted her skirt even higher, but the Principal still said it
didn't look dirty to him, so April said, "If you can't see the dirt, then
I'll have to give you a closer look," and then she turned around and
started pulling the zipper down on the back of her skirt.

   Little by little April's bare butt crack came into view as she slowly
pulled the zipper down.

   It was only after April's bare ass was fully exposed that the Principal
said, "April, I don't think that's really necessary," but April countered,
"I think it is."

   With her skirt completely unzipped, April turned it around so that the
back of her skirt was in front of her.  Then she lifted her skirt up to
examine it, which left the sparse blonde pussy hair between her legs right
out in the open for the Principal to enjoy.  As April checked out her
skirt, the Principal checked out April's nearly bald beaver.

   Then April said, "I found a dirty spot.  Here, let me show you."

   April began walking around the Principal's desk with her skirt held
high.

   As April approached the Principal, he nervously said, "April, please
don't bring your skirt to me," but April said, "Oh, it -(TM)s no problem at
all.  I really want to show it to you."

   There was no doubt that April wanted to show "it" to the Principal.  I'm
just not sure if she was referring to her skirt or her peach fuzz covered
pleasure place.  With the hem of her skirt held all the way up to her
waist, April walked up beside the Principal.  The teenaged teaser was
definitely having an affect on the Principal because I could see beads of
sweat developing on his forehead.

   With uneasiness in his voice, the Principal said, "April, you shouldn't
get so close to me."

   April countered, "But I want to show you my skirt," as she walked right
up to the Principal.

   The situation was obviously making the Principal uncomfortable, so April
decided to take it to the next level.  April winked at me, and then she
accidentally let go of her skirt, which plunged to the floor.

   The Principal gasped as he watched April's skirt drop to the ground, but
with her skirt pooled around her ankles, April simply said, "Oopsie!"

   April immediately stepped out of her skirt, and then she boldly asked
the Principal to pick her skirt up off the floor.  Much to my surprise, the
Principal complied with April's request.  When the Principal leaned over to
grab her skirt, his face was directly in front of April's blonde bush. 
April even stepped a little closer so that her young tight pussy was only
inches away from the man and he took advantage of the situation by
thoroughly inspecting her bare beaver.

   It took a long time for the Principal to retrieve April's skirt, but
when the Principal finally sat up in his chair, he spread April's skirt
across his desktop.  The Principal claimed he didn't see any dirt on her
skirt so April asked me to come behind the desk and take a look at her
skirt, too.  Now the Principal had two bottomless teenaged girls within an
arm's length of him.

   April and I claimed to see a dirt spot on her skirt, but the Principal
insisted that the skirt was clean so April said, "Well I'm not putting that
dirty thing back on so I guess I'll be going back to class dressed like
Amy."

   I giggled and said, "You're not dressed exactly like me because your
shirt is longer than mine."

   April said, "You mean my blouse covers my pussy!"

   April was expecting to get a rise out of the Principal, but he didn't
acknowledge her statement at all.  That motivated April to push the issue
even further.

   April reached down and unfastened the bottom two buttons on her blouse,
and then she turned to me and asked, "Are they the same mow?"

   I replied, "No, mine is still shorter," so April said, "Then I guess
I'll have to open a few more buttons."

   April turned towards the Principal and looked him right in the eyes as
she proceeded to unbutton her blouse from the bottom up.  I thought she was
going to unfasten every button, but she stopped with one button remaining.
That button was positioned just below her sheer bra.  Then April spread the
bottom of her blouse apart and put her hands on her hips to hold the blouse
open.

   With her flat tummy, belly-button and blonde peach fuzz bush completely
exposed, April asked, "Now is my shirt like your shirt?"

   I replied, "Actually, now you're showing more than me."

   April looked at me with a mischievous grin and said, "Oh really?  Well,
I can fix that," and then she grabbed the bottom of my T-shirt and
attempted to pull it over my head.

   We must have been quite a sight for the Principal as the two of us
wrestled right in front of him.  Our bare butts and naked pussies were
completely exposed as April pulled my shirt up so high that my bra was
showing.  April had the upper hand as she quickly got my T-shirt over my
head and used my shirt to limit the range of motion of my arms.

   Feeling trapped, I had no choice except to pull on April's blouse.  The
last button on her blouse popped off and went flying across the room.  Now
April's bra was showing, too, but we were definitely not equal.  Mine was a
plain white bra that completely encased my medium sized titties, but
April's bra was flimsy and very sheer.  As April's full firm breasts
threatened to fall out of her bra cups, her round rosy nipples were clearly
visible through the veil thin material.

   April finally got my T-shirt all the way off, which left me standing
there in only a bra, ankle socks and tennis shoes.  April still had her
blouse on, but it was off her shoulders and hanging from her arms.  That
left her skimpy bra totally exposed.  At first April felt victorious
because she was able to remove my shirt, but when she examined her own
state of undress, she noticed that one of her precious pink nipples was
actually peeking out over the edge of her frilly bra.  I expected April to
pull her blouse up to hide her teenaged titties from the Principal. 
However, she did the complete opposite.

   April pulled her blouse all the way off, dropped it on the floor, and
then she looked at me and said, "This means war!"

   I was getting nervous because I only had one significant article of
clothing remaining, but the Principal was on the edge of his seat as he
awaited the grand finale of our strip wrestling match.  With her bra still
playing peek-a-boo with her nipples, April made the first move.  She lunged
for my shoulders and pulled my bra straps down my arms.  I responded by
cupping my hands over my boobs to keep my bra from coming off.

   I bent over in an attempt to prevent April from pulling my bra down, but
that was a bad strategy on two levels.e First, my back was to the Principal
so he had an unobstructed view of my bare ass.  In fact, with my legs
spread for leverage, I'm sure he could see my pretty pink pussy lips from
behind, too.

   Second, in my bend over position, April had easy access to the back of
my bra.  She seized the moment and unhooked my bra.  On instinct, I reached
behind my back to try and grab my bra strap, leaving me open for a frontal
attack.  It was a golden opportunity for April to pull my bra down in front
and that's exactly what she did.  My medium sized firm breasts were put on
view and I was unable to cover them because I was still struggling to hold
onto my bra.  Unfortunately, when April threatened to play tug-of-war with
my bra, I was forced to let go of it because I didn't want it to get
destroyed.

   With nothing left except my ankle socks and tennis shoes, I set my
sights on April's bra!



   Amy and the Doctor - Part 25

   When the Principal called April and I into his office, I'm sure he never
imagined it would result in a strip wrestling match, but that's exactly
what happened.  April was still wearing her bra, although it was very
flimsy and easy to see through, but all I had on was ankle socks and tennis
shoes.  My bare breasts, light brown bush and firm butt were all on display
for the Principal to observe.  April's sparse blonde pussy hair and shapely
ass were fully exposed as well, but I was determined to pull her bra off
and render her stark naked in front of the Principal.

   As I prepared to attack April, I had to wonder why we were trying to
strip each other in the Principal's Office.  This all started because April
took her little undies off on the school bus and pulled my sweatpants off,
too.  Since I picked today as the first day in my life to attend school
without panties, I was left on the bus naked from the waist down.  That
resulted in a trip to the Principal's Office where April and I were both
bottomless and facing a possible suspension.  I put my fate in April's
hands, but her plan for avoiding suspension for being caught half naked at
school was to get caught totally naked at school!

   April had her back against the Principal -(TM)s desk and when I tried to
reach around her back to unhook her bra, she fell onto the desktop.  Her
momentum carried me with her and I ended up on top of her.  With my bare
butt right under the Principal's nose, I struggled to get April to roll
over, but I was unsuccessful.

   Then I grabbed April's bra from the front and demanded, "Give me the bra
or I'll rip it off!"

   April said, "Okay, you win," and she proceeded to roll over.

   Unfortunately for April, I was still on top of her and I still had a
firm grip on her bra.  I ended up jumping off of April and when I did, her
flimsy bra split apart between the cups and came off in my hand.  It left
April completely naked, but that wasn't the most embarrassing part.  When
April rolled over, she fell off the desk and landed with her belly on the
Principal's lap.

   I asked, "Are you alright April?"

   April replied, "I'm okay, but something's poking me in the stomach," and
then she looked up at the Principal and asked, "Do you have a stiffy?"

   The Principal's face turned red as he said, "April, I think you should
get down."

   April replied, "But sir, don't you think a spanking is a more
appropriate punishment for our indecency?"

   Then April started rolling around on the Principal's lap.  I watched as
her bare tushy twitched back and forth, and I could tell the Principal was
having a hard time containing his emotions.

   April said, "Come on, sir.  I can take it.  Spank my bottom," but the
Principal still would not respond to her requests.

   Finally April said, "Here, let me show you how it -(TM)s done," and then
she got up from the Principal's lap.

   She said, "Amy, assume the position."

   I said, "What?"

   April said, "Lay down on the Principal's lap, and then she put her hands
on my back and firmly guided me down so that my tummy was right over the
Principal's hard member.

   I could feel his love gun poking against my belly and I was hopeful that
he wouldn't fire it.  Then April took charge and swatted me on my butt
cheek with her bare hand.  It actually stung a little bit.

   April spanked my bare ass again and I yelped, "Ouch, that hurt!"

   April said, "Oh, did I hurt the little baby?  Here, let me kiss it and
make it feel all better."

   April kneeled down between my legs and started kissing the spot where
she smacked my ass.  As she kissed the pink spot on my left butt cheek, she
started caressing my right butt cheek with her hand.  Then April ran her
fingertip up and down my sensitive butt crack, which tickled a little and
caused me to squirm around on the Principal's lap.  The Principal didn
-(TM)t complain.  In fact, I think he enjoyed it.

   This continued for a while, but then April began sliding her hand around
until it was underneath me.  I tensed up because I thought April was going
to touch my pussy, but she bypassed me and reached for the bulge in the
Principal's pants.  She started rubbing the Principal's erection over his
pants while continuing to caress my bare butt cheek with her other hand.

   The Principal stressfully said, "April, you shouldn -(TM)t be...I mean
don't do that."

   April innocently replied, "What?  Don't rub my hand over your pants?"

   The Principal said, "Yes, don't rub your hand over my...pants."

   Then April said to me, "Raise up."

   I lifted up off of the Principal's lap, and then April unbuckled the
Principal's belt and unfastened his pants.

   As April started unzipping the Principal's pants, he sternly asked,
"What do you think you're doing young lady?"

   April replied, "Doing exactly what you told me to do.  You said I should
stop rubbing my hand over your pants, so I did."

   Then April pulled the Principal's pants and boxer shorts down to his
ankles.  His mighty missile was pointing right at us.  The Principal tried
to pull his shirt down over his hard penis, but April pushed his shirt back
up past his waist.

   Then April took his erection in her hand and said, "Sir, you have a nice
big thick one, doesn't he Amy?"

   I blushed and admitted, "Well, I've only seen one or two, but it looks
like a good one to me."

   Then I asked, "April, why is the top of it so purple?"

   April replied, "That's the head.  It -(TM)s purple because he's so
excited that he can hardly stand it.  Here, you hold it and feel how it
-(TM)s throbbing."

   I was mortified because I was naked and I was holding the Principal's
bare boner right in his office during school hours.  My hand was motionless
as I felt his hard penis twitching in my hand.  Then the Principal started
moving his hips around, but I continued to hold my hand still.

   April put her hand around mine and said, "He wants you to move your
hand...like this."

   April started moved my hand up and down on the Principal's stiff rod and
he did nothing to stop us.  We stroked him for a short time, and then April
suddenly stopped and pulled my hand away from the Principal's hard penis.

   The Principal immediately grunted, "What...what are you doing?"

   April said, "You still haven't given us our spankings.  Remember?  We're
here for our punishment," and then April pushed me back down over the
Principal's lap.

   The Principal's rigid rod was really poking against my flat tummy now.
Then April took the Principal's hand and forced him to spank my bare
bottom. He refused to spank me hard so his swats were more like love taps.
April tried to slide the Principal's index finger up and down my butt
crack, but when the Principal's finger got near my pussy lips, he quickly
pulled his hand away.

   April looked at the Principal and said, "You're not very good at this.
Here, let me show you how it -(TM)s done," and then she smacked my left
butt cheek twice with the back of her hand.

   I yelled, "That's enough, April.  I've learned my lesson."

   April said, "I'm sorry.  Did I hurt you again?  Here, let me kiss the
boo-boo."

   April got down between my legs and kissed my stinging butt cheek.  Then
she began moving her lips around until she was actually kissing my bare
butt crack, but she didn't stop there.  As April kissed my bare ass, she
slowly moved her soft lips down until they came in contact with the moist
pink lips between my legs.

   I shrieked, "April!"

   She replied, "What?  You don't like it when I touch you there," and then
she pushed her finger into my love hole as the Principal watched.

   I was so wet that her finger slid right in and she immediately started
working it around.  It felt so good that I was squirming around on the
Principal's lap and rubbing my belly against his bare boner.  As April
continued thrusting her finger in and out of my tight young pussy, she
reached under me with her bare hand and started rubbing the Principal's
rock hard penis back and forth against the soft skin on my tummy.

   Suddenly April pulled her finger out of me and I shrieked, "Oh my gosh,
April...you can't stop now!"

   April softly said, "Don't worry, baby.  I'll make you cum."

   Then April turned to the Principal and whispered, "I'll make you cum,
too."

   The Principal said, "April, this is not a good idea."

   April said, "Why?  I don't see a wedding ring."

   He said, "I'm divorced and I haven't been with a woman for over a year.
That's why I'm having so much trouble resisting you."

   April said, "Then don't resist!"

   She took the Principal's hand and placed it on her full firm breast
while continuing to rub his massive missile against my soft belly.  The
Principal didn't pull his hand away from April's teenaged titty.  He
started massaging it while rolling her stiff pink nipple between his index
finger and his middle finger.  The Principal reached down with his other
hand and started playing with my bare titties, too.  It made me feel good,
yet uncomfortable at the same time.

   I looked back at April and she said, "Just let him have his fun," and
then she pushed her finger back inside me.

   Now April and the Principal really had me going.  The man was twisting
my nipples and caressing my breasts while April played with my pussy.  She
even kissed my smooth firm ass again, including my sensitive butt crack. 
It didn't take long for the funny feeling to start building inside of me
and it quickly pushed my emotions to their limit.  My whole body was
tensing up and I was about to reach my breaking point.

   Finally I said, "I can't...I can't hold back any longer.  I'm cumming,
I'm cumming.  Oh, it feels so good!  Thank you baby, thank you!"

   When I just couldn't take it any longer, I pushed April's hand away from
my pussy and took a deep breath.  My body went limp on the Principal's lap
and April could no longer move her hand.  I could feel the Principal's
manhood throbbing under my belly, but I couldn't move.  April knew that the
Principal was about to cum, too, so she helped me get up and lay across the
Principal's desktop.

   With the Principal staring down at my young naked body, April kneeled
down in the Principal's lap and wrapped her boobs around his throbbing
erection.  Then April started moving her full firm breasts up and down his
rigid rod while pushing her titties together with her hands.

   April asked, "Do you like that, sir?  Does it feel good?"

   He grunted, "Yes...it feels great."

   Then April asked, "Are we going to get suspended?"

   The Principal didn't respond so April worked her breasts against his
boner even harder and asked, "Sir, are we going to get suspended?"

   This time when the Principal didn't respond, April stopped and pulled
away from the Principal.

   The Principal begged, "Why are you stopping?  You can't do this to me."

   April said, "Yes, I can."

   Then the Principal said, "Alright, no suspension."

   April asked, "What about detention?"

   The Principal declared, "No punishment...none, I promise."

   Then April looked up at me, winked, and then she softly said to the
Principal, "Okay, then I guess you deserve this."

   April moved down between the Principal's legs and started licking the
Principal's penis like a Popsicle.  Then she kissed its purple head and
slowly moved her mouth down until half of it disappeared.  April proceeded
to bob her head up and down on the Principal's hard missile, and the man
started breathing faster.  It didn't take long for the Principal to reach
the point of no return and when he did, the Principal pulled his rigid
rocket out of April's mouth and fired it all over her face.  Some of it
even got in April's hair.

   April was a mess, but she was happy.  After satisfying the Principal,
April got up off the floor and motioned for me to get off the desk.  I
hopped down on the floor, and then April climbed up and stretched out face
up on the desktop.

   April pointed to her face and said, "Clean me up."

   I didn't see anything to clean her with, so I pick up what was left of
her bra and wiped her face.  I got the bulk of the Principal's fluids off
her, but the bra was pretty tiny, so I was forced to use her skirt.  After
April was relatively clean, I put her dirty bra in the trashcan and dropped
her skirt back on the floor.

   By now, the Principal was dressed, so he said, "You girls are free to
go," but April said, "What about me?"

   April spread her legs for the Principal and he took a nice long look at
her sweet pink pussy lips, but then he said, "I...I can't.  I just can't,"
and then he looked away.

   April looked at me with her sad puppy-dog eyes and said, "Amy, will you
play with me?"

   No one could resist April's plea for pleasure, including me, so I agreed
to try and satisfy April's desires.  It made me nervous because I was an
inexperienced schoolgirl who was about to make love to another girl.  My
nervousness was intensified one hundred percent because the Principal was
going to watch.  However, April brought me to an incredible orgasm so I
felt obliged to do the same for her!



   Amy and the Doctor - Part 26

   What had transpired over the course of the morning was absolutely
surreal.  I didn't wear panties to school and I lost my pants on the school
bus.  April lost her panties on the school bus, but she retained her skirt.
Next I was marched into the Principal's office naked from the waist down as
my classmates watched.  Eventually April showed up to save me, but did she
bring me any pants?  No!  In fact, thanks to April, we both ended up
totally nude in front of the Principal.

   However, our adventure didn't end there.  April was able to convince the
Principal not to punish us for our antics by treating his penis like a
Popsicle.  She gave me an orgasm, too!  It felt great, but then April
wanted me to return the favor.  The situation made me extremely nervous
because I was relatively inexperienced and the now fully-clothed Principal
intended to watch our performance.  April was lying across the Principal's
desk and I was standing between her legs at the end of the desk.  I was
mortified because the Principal was sitting in his desk chair right beside
us, which gave him a birds-eye view of all the action.

   When April asked me to satisfy her sexual urges, I warned, "Okay, but
I'm new at this so be patient."

   April responded, "Don't worry.  I'll tell you exactly what to do," and
then she pulled me down and tried to kiss me on the lips.

   After watching April used her mouth to devour the Principal's rigid rod,
I turned away and let her kiss me on the cheek.  She continued kissing my
face, and then she moved down and began giving me soft kisses on my neck.
In my bent over position, my breasts were dangling down below me and my
precious pink nipples were gently rubbing against April's nipples.  I could
feel that her nipples were poking out from excitement and the sensation
made my body tingle.  Then I glanced over and noticed that the Principal
was watching our titties rub up against each other.  The Principal had seen
so much of our naked bodies that it shouldn -(TM)t have mattered to me by
now, but his lusting stare still made me blush.

   Then April pushed my head down so that my lips were over her beautiful
boobs.  I started kissing and sucking on her nipples while she combed her
fingernails through my hair.  I licked and kissed her nipples until they
were nice and hard, and then I slowly moved down between her legs, kissing
the soft smooth skin on her taunt belly along the way.  Going down between
April's legsmade me nervous, but I just did to her what I like done to me.

   First I wiggled my tongue around on April's little clitty.  It was easy
to find because April barely has any hair on her pussy.  She just has a
tiny bit of blonde peach fuzz between her legs and there's practically
nothing around her sweet snatch.  The babe's beaver looks like mine did
when I was a pre-teen, but it had plenty of sensitivity because April was
really moaning as I massaged her love button with my tongue.

   I guess I was intrigued by her sparse pussy hair because I couldn't stop
dragging my fingertip through it, but it must have frustrated April because
she grabbed my finger and forced it down between her legs.  I pushed my
finger into her wet waiting love hole, and then she pushed my head back
down between her legs.  There was no doubt what April wanted me to do.  She
wanted me to move my finger around inside of her while I licked her love
button, so that's what I did.

   As I pleasured April, the Principal was sitting in his chair beside us
and watching every move we made.  It was really embarrassing because he was
fully clothed while April and I were totally naked.  It was also
embarrassing because we were just eighteen-year-old girls trying to make
love to each other while our Principal, who is in his forties, was
carefully observing my technique as I fumbled around between April -(TM)s
legs.

   Then I really felt humiliated because the Principal decided to wheel his
chair around so that he was sitting right behind me!  April was lying on
top of the desk with her legs spread apart and I was at the end of the desk
with my feet on the floor.  I was bent over with my head between April's
legs and I couldn't bend my knees because they would hit the end of the
desk.  Therefore, I was leaning over straight legged with my legs spread
more that shoulder's width apart and the Principal was right behind me! 
The Principal obviously had a clear view of my bare ass, but I was
mortified because he could also see my pretty pink pussy lips from behind,
too.  Unfortunately, I was obligated to satisfy April so all I could do was
focus my attention on April's pussy while the Principal focused his
attention on mine!

   I was moving my tongue around on April's little clitty while I made
circles inside her pussy with my fingertip.  She seemed to be enjoying what
I was doing because it was making her moan.  However, April also wanted me
to caress her breasts and she made that clear by grabbing my free hand and
placing it on one of her spectacular globes of flesh.

   As I toyed with her nipple, I started thrusting my finger in and out of
her tight wet pussy, and she moaned, "Oh yeah, Amy.  That's exactly what I
like.  You're right on the spot that drives me wild!"

   I was doing everything April liked so I didn't dare try to do anything
else.  I was happy that I was pleasing April, but I couldn't stop thinking
about the Principal.  He was still sitting right behind me and I was
completely naked.  In my bent over position, he was free to inspect every
inch of my bare ass and butt crack.  The Principal was also at liberty to
examine my precious pussy lips because they were right out in the open for
his viewing pleasure and there was nothing I could do to stop him from
looking.

   I could tell that April was about to cum, but I just couldn't bring her
to that threshold.  It made me anxious because I knew the longer it took to
make April cum, the longer the Principal would be able to stare at my bare
butt and exposed pussy.  April's was moaning and telling me how good it
felt, but I just couldn't push her over the edge.

   I continued working my tongue around on April's love button and I could
taste the wetness from her moist pussy lips.  I also continued to move my
finger around inside April's tight teenaged pussy, which made her body
tense up.  Then I stopped massaging her breasts and began concentrating on
her precious pink nipples.  I started tickling her hard nipples, and then I
began twisting and pulling on them.  This did the trick because April
started squirming on top of the desk.

   Soon April's body shuttered and she began screaming, "Oh wow!  You did
it...I'm cumming.  Mmm, I'm cumming!  Mmm...I'm cumming."

   Then April's screaming stopped, but she held my head between her legs so
I continued toying with her pretty pussy until she couldn't take it
anymore. After I finished April off, she pulled me on top of her and we
pressed our naked bodies together on top of the Principal's desk.  My butt
was pointed up in the air and when I glanced over at the Principal, he was
still gawking at my bare ass.  He was able to examine my butt for quite a
while because April held me in that position until she regained her
composure, which seemed to take forever.

   When April finally released me, the Principal watch as I rolled off of
his desk.  Unfortunately for me, there was no way to get down without
spreading my legs.  That gave the Principal another look at my light brown
bush and pink pussy lips.  April rolled off the desk after I did, but when
she got down, April spread her legs as wide as she could and took her time,
permitting the Principal to take a nice long look at her nearly bald
beaver. Then April smiled at the Principal, licked her lips and turned
around.

   With her back to the Principal, April slowly bent down and picked up her
blouse from the floor.  She didn't bend her knees, so the Principal was
treated to a perfect view of April's smooth shapely butt.  Then she turned
to face him and slipped on the semi-transparent shirt.  I had destroyed
April's bra earlier, so she was forced to go braless.  Without a bra,
April's nipples were clearly visible through the sheer fabric of the
blouse.

   April began buttoning the blouse from the bottom up and she stopped
right below her firm breasts.  That left plenty of cleavage on display. 
Then she stepped into her short skirt and zipped it up.  She still wasn't
wearing any panties, but as long as she was careful when she bent over, no
one would know.

   After she finished getting dressed, she kissed me on the cheek and
whispered, "I'll go get your pants.  Wait here until I get back."

   I said, "Where do you think I'd go...I'm naked!"

   Then the Principal chuckled and I was totally embarrassed because I was
in the Principal's Office and I was still in the nude.  I guess I was so
engrossed in watching the Principal as he watched April get dressed that I
forgot to get dressed myself.  Now the Principal was free to direct all of
his attention towards me as I bent down to pick up my tiny T-shirt and bra.

   The Principal was treated to another view of my rear end when I picked
my clothes up, but I didn't linger in my bent over position the way that
April did.  He was still able to gaze at my bare ass because I stood with
my back to the man as I strapped up my bra and pulled on my short T-shirt.
With no pants available, I had nothing left to do except stand there and
wait for April.

   As I stood there, naked from the waist down, it was very awkward because
I didn't know what to do or say.  Then the Principal tried to make small
talk, so I turned to face him, but I put my hands between my legs to cover
my hairy triangle.

   The Principal said, "You can relax and put your hands down.  I've seen
everything you've got already, so you might as well be comfortable.  In
fact, why don't you come over and sit on my desk?"

   I didn't want to get that close to him, but I was intimidated by my
surroundings so I hopped up on the desk next to him.  I squeezed my legs
together, but a little bit of my girl fur was still peeking out and that
did not go unnoticed by the Principal.  As I sat there half naked and
mortified, the Principal talked about colleges that I should look into.  He
also said that he could help me with the admissions process and explained
how to get financial assistance.  I was thrilled that he was taking an
interest in my future, but I would have been more receptive to his advice
if I was wearing pants.

   April finally showed up after what seemed like an eternity and she gave
me my pants.  I quickly pulled them on, and then the Principal offered to
drive us home.  He said that after what we'd been through today, we
deserved the rest of the day off.  When we got to the Principal's car,
April called shotgun and jumped in the front seat.

   With the windows open, we headed for home, but April was obviously not
done teasing the Principal.  As the wind blew around the car, April's skirt
kept blowing up and the Principal was happy to see that April did not
bother to put her panties on.  Every time her skirt flew up, the Principal
was treated to a view of the sparse blonde hair between April's legs. 
April was not careful about keeping her knees together, so the Principal
probably saw more that just her blonde peach fuzz.  The Principal also
noticed that April's blouse was unbuttoned so low that when she leaned
forward, he could actually look down her blouse and see her round rosy
nipples.

   It was no surprise that the Principal took me home first, since I was no
longer showing any skin.  I dreaded going to school the next day and facing
everyone that had seen me half naked, but they were obviously looking
forward to seeing me.  Everybody was waiting for me to get off the bus, but
I disappointed them.  I had on my heaviest jeans and my thickest
sweatshirt....the outfit I wanted to wear yesterday!