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 ï>¿Crysta and Donna

   Shorts Part 1: Donna Gets Nabbed (exhib, humil, FF) Donna returned home
to her dorm room, finding Crysta already there, wearing just a camisole. 
Donna was topless, which aroused Crysta's interest.  Donna rarely went
topless in public.  "What happened to your shirt?"  Crysta wanted to
know. Donna handed Crysta the summons she had received.  "I was nabbed by
the Panty Patrol."  That was the girls' pet name for the Dress Code
inspectors.  Crysta admired Donna's firm breasts for a couple seconds, then
took the ticket out of her hands.  "That was the second time you were
stopped this month, wasn't it?" Donna's breasts jiggled as she put her
hands on her hips.  She was annoyed.  She still had not come to terms
with the basic unfairness of the Panty Patrol whose ostensible purpose was
to enforce the Dress Code and thereby promote decency, but whose practical
effect was just the opposite.  "Third, actually.  I was stopped twice
before, but both times I was able to avoid a ticket by doing a little
strip-tease."  She winced as she recalled having to pull her shorts down
to her ankles and wait patiently while the Inspector made sure she wasn't
wearing panties.   "But this time I got a ticket for indecency.  I tell
you, Crysta, I'm sick and tired of being hassled like this."  Donna
frowned, but only for a second.  Then she smiled, and said,  "The one
that stopped me today was kind of cute, though.  He asked me if I wouldn't
mind taking off my shorts so he could verify I wasn't wearing any
panties.  I tried to flirt with him in hopes of avoiding a public
inspection.  I smiled, and put my arms around his neck, and whispered in
his ear that I know the dress code, and I would never wear panties under
shorts.  I even pushed the shorts aside and showed him my pussy."  Donna
demonstrated for Crysta, and Crysta nodded -- it was pretty convincing
evidence of no panties, she agreed.  Donna continued her story, "He
insisted, though.  I should have just taken them off and showed him my
naked pussy, because there wasn't much of a crowd then.  But I'm really
getting tired of taking my shorts off in public every day.  So this time I
begged to keep my shorts on.  I guess the discussion got heated, because
we attracted a crowd.  He made me assume the "arms-up at-ease" position.
Crysta said, "Uh oh, I guess the flirting didn't do the trick."  The
inspectors usually reserve the "hands up" treatment for girls who are
giving them trouble.  Donna said, "Yeah, I know.  And that just attracted
a bigger crowd, do you know why?"  Crysta shook her head.  "Do you
remember the shirt I was wearing today?"  Crysta looked at Donna's pert
little breasts, and tried to remember what covered them this morning. 
Donna answered her own question.  "It was one of my cut-off T-shirts."
Crysta remembered now.  "Oh yeah, it was cut off from a 'Guinea T'.  That
shirt had a lot going for it -- it was short, so your breasts hung out the
bottom of it.  It was thin, so your nipples showed through it even when
you didn't have hard-ons.  And the arm-holes were big, so your breasts
could be seen from the side." Donna nodded.  "That's all true.  But there
was one thing I didn't like about the shirt.  I couldn't put my arms up
without exposing my tits.  And here was this cute guy asking me to do just
that.  At first I hesitated, because of all the people looking at me. 
But in the end I figured I might as well comply with his request, because
he would just make it harder for me if I didn't.  So I raised my arms, and
let my girls flop out of my little shirt.  The crowd seemed to like it,
but the cop thought I was a little slow to comply, so he was a bit rough
with me.  He backed me up against a chain-link fence, snaked his handcuffs
through it, and handcuffed me that way, with my hands over my head." Crysta
said, "Was that hard for you?  I mean, standing there with all those
people looking at your breasts, and being immobilized so you couldn't cover
up?" Donna laughed. "No, not really.  I'm comfortable going topless.  I
even arched my back to give everyone a good view, and the crowd seemed to
appreciate that.  But I just wish I could get over my shyness about
exposing my bottom.  I begged him not to take off my shorts.  He said he
would just unzip them for now, so I heaved a sigh of relief and said OK. 
He gently rubbed my inner thighs, prompting me to spread my legs apart a
little further.  He unzipped my shorts, and pulled them apart, exposing my
bush, but at least my pussy itself was still covered up.  He stood back
and admired me, and I figured he was satisfied that I wasn't wearing any
panties.  I asked him if we were done, but he said no, he had to lower my
shorts just a bit.  I got really mad then, and told him NO!  I yelled at
him, saying anyone can just look at my bush and see I'm not wearing
panties, but he insisted." "What did you do?" Crysta asked.  Donna could
see Crysta's pussy watering at the thought, so she decided to spin it out a
bit.  Why rush the story, she thought.  "Well, I reminded him that all
inspections are voluntary, and that seemed to slow him down, but for just a
second.  He said if I didn't want to lower my shorts, then he would
respect that, but I would have to let him feel inside them." "You said no
to that, I hope," Crysta said.  "Well, he was kinda cute," Donna replied.
"So you let him feel you?!  But why?" Crysta asked.  "Because I was
feeling too exposed already -- not just my tits, but my bush was on
display, too.  I just wanted him to feel that I didn't have any panties
on, and let me go about my business." "There was more to this story, wasn't
there?" "No, what do you mean?  I just wanted this to be over," Donna
said. "I see your nipples are hard right now.  Were they hard while this
was happening?"   Donna didn't answer, so Crysta got to the point.  "You
were getting a little juicy, weren't you, and that's why you were
embarrassed to let people see your pussy." Donna blushed.  "OK, yes.  My
pussy was getting a little excited from the public inspection, that's
true.  I was hoping to avoid showing it to the crowd of people who were
watching," she admitted.  Donna paused, and then said, "Well, should I go
on with my story?" "By all means!"  Crysta was getting a little juicy
herself, Donna couldn't help noticing.  "Where was I?  OK, so I told him
he can put his hand in my pants.  But instead of starting with my pants,
he put his hands on my breasts, and started making little circles around my
nipples, which were already hard, as you guessed.  I was thankful for what
little coverage my shorts still provided, because his touch was really
turning me on.  Then he let his hands slip down my sides and underneath
the waistband of my shorts.  He gently traced the edge of my shorts with
his fingers, tracing the waistband around my butt cheeks.  Crysta, I can't
tell you how great he smelled when he rubbed his uniform against my naked
breasts.   When he got to my butt crack, he began tracing along it with
one finger.  My legs were apart, so my cheeks were separated, leaving me
vulnerable.  He whispered in my ear not to tense up as he inspected me. 
So I resisted the temptation to squeeze my cheeks together, giving him free
rein to explore me.  He felt my asshole, and kept going until he reached
my pussy from behind."  Donna inhaled deeply as she remembered the mingled
sensations of his scent and her own excitement.  "I was afraid he would
feel how wet I was, but luckily he he changed direction, and brushed past
my asshole again as he palmed my ass cheeks with both hands.  I have to
admit, he gave me a nice ass-rub.  Then he traced his fingers around my
thighs to my front, and brushed past my pussy again very lightly.  It made
me shiver." "That seems like a pretty thorough inspection," Crysta pointed
out.  "Yes, it was," Donna agreed.  "By the time he was done, I felt like
I was about to cum, but I tried to pretend I wasn't so excited.  He told
me I could move my legs closer together, so I did.  You wouldn't believe
what happened next." "Your shorts fell to the ground, leaving your swollen
pussy in full view," Crysta guessed.  "How did you know?" "Because when he
was giving you that wonderful butt massage, he was also gently lowering
your shorts, but you didn't realize it because he was turning you on so
much.  Then, when you put your legs together, there wasn't anything to
hold the shorts up any more, so down they went." Crysta's bright pink pussy
betrayed her enjoyment of Donna's story, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by
Donna.  She rested her hand gently between Crysta's legs, and traced the
soft, slippery folds of her inner lips as she continued her story.  "So
there I was, my arms tied up above me, and just about naked, with a big
crowd around me.  Exactly what I wanted to avoid.  The only saving grace
was with my legs together my bush covers my pussy, so people in the crowd
couldn't see how excited I was.  It was pretty clear the inspection was
over, so I asked him to untie me and let me go, but he said not yet.  I
said why not?  I'm obviously not wearing any panties, so I should be
allowed to just go on my way.  He said he didn't like my tone, and I
should assume the position again.  Well there's no way I was going to open
up my sopping wet pussy for everyone, so I said after you pull my shorts up
I'll assume the position for you.  He said I could stay tied up like that
for ever, unless I assumed the position.  He was very insistent, so
finally, I obeyed him.  I swear I heard the crowd gasp as they saw my
swollen pussy.  My glistening inner lips protruded between the outer
ones.  I was so embarrassed.  I had no idea what he had in store for me,
so I just stood there for a minute.  The crowd was all around me, but
thank God none of them were touching me.  They were looking closely at my
pussy and my breasts.  All this attention was making me more and more
excited.  I felt like the next breeze that caressed my bottom would make
me cum.  Finally, he revealed his plan.  He said although my shorts
comply with the dress code, my shirt violates it by not covering my breasts
well enough.  He untied me so he could take my shirt as evidence.  What a
relief that all wanted was my shirt, and I could finally cover up my
throbbing pussy." "So you put on your shorts and came home?" Crysta
prompted.  Donna continued rubbing her roommate's slippery clitoris.  "Not
right away, unfortunately.  Right after he took my shirt, he put my hands
back in the cuffs.  He said he wanted to make sure the crowd had gotten a
good chance to look at me, if that was OK with me.  I was tied up,
completely naked, and about to explode in orgasm, so I wasn't in a position
to disagree.  I just stood there with my legs apart, and my pussy wide
open, hoping I didn't cum with everyone watching.  He invited the crowd to
take a closer look, but thankfully no one did.  At least, not at first. 
Finally, one pretty girl asked me if she could touch me.  I glanced at the
inspector, who was holding my shorts, and then turned back to the girl, and
said OK.  She knelt before me, and put one hand on each side of me.  Then
she rubbed my ass, slipping her fingers between my cheeks, and fondling my
asshole.  I can't tell you how exciting this was!  Then, she gently
licked my pussy as she continued gently stroking my asshole.  Please stop,
I begged.  I was so afraid of cumming in public.  But the girl kept on
taking long strokes with her tongue.  My knees buckled, spreading my legs
farther apart.  I felt my pussy and asshole start to twitch, and I knew
there was no turning back.  I must have let out a scream, because the girl
backed off, and everyone in the crowd took one step back, leaving me all
alone.  It felt like a thousand orgasms, crashing in on me all at once! 
And with everyone watching me writhe with excitement, too!  When it was
over, I was too exhausted to feel shame.  The inspector untied me, gave me
my shorts, and the summons, and sent me on my way.  I remember walking a
long way before realizing I was naked, and then I put on my shorts."
Donna's story, now finished, had brought Crysta to a fever of excitement. 
"Do you mind if I take off my shirt?" Crysta panted.  "Sure, Crysta, you
never need to ask that question."  Donna felt a bit uneasy that their door
was still open, but if Crysta is comfortable being naked with the door
open, it was OK with Donna.  Crysta, now free from the confines of her
camisole, leaned back on her bed, and spread her legs apart, letting them
hang over the edge of her bed closest to the door.  Anyone walking past at
this point would have seen everything Crysta had to offer, but as it
happened, no one walked by.  Donna knelt over her roommate, and started
licking her sweet nectar, while rubbing her belly and legs.  As she
licked, in sixty-nine position, her shorts-clad ass came ever closer to
Crysta's lips.  Before Donna knew what had hit her, Crysta pulled the
strap of Donna's shorts aside, and plunged her tongue into Donna's pussy. 
Donna let out a yelp of surprise, but kept licking Crysta's pussy.  Some
boys stopped outside the girls' door to watch, but the girls didn't
notice.  As they kept at it, one of the boys commented, "It's a thing of
beauty."  Another agreed, "It sure is."  Before long, Donna came for the
second time in as many hours, and Crysta wasn't far behind.  The two girls
collapsed in a heap on Crysta's bed.





   Shorts Part 2: Crysta Plans the Defense (exhib, FF) "Come on, Crysta,"
Donna said, tugging on her roommate by the arm.  "Don't fall asleep.  The
dining hall is going to close soon, and I'm hungry."  She pulled Crysta
up, and then the two girls walked into the hallway, closing their door
behind them.  The boys were still in the hallway, trying to look as if
they hadn't just been watching the girls fucking, but they didn't fool
anyone.  "Hi boys," Donna said, acting not the least bit shy about being
topless.  "Hi girls," said the boys, looking Crysta up and down.  That's
when Donna noticed that Crysta was naked.  "Don't you want your shirt?"
She looked down at herself, and noticed her naked breasts.  In surprise,
she said "Ooh", and covered her breasts with her hands.  Donna opened the
door so she could run in and get her camisole, while the boys watched in
amusement.  When Crysta emerged from the room clutching her tiny camisole,
Donna said, "I challenge you to walk as far as you can naked before you put
on your shirt." Crysta accepted the challenge, and the two girls walked
together, their naked breasts jiggling with each step, to the dining
hall.  Donna carried Crysta's shirt, and watched her squirm, because she
knew how hard it was for Crysta to show her breasts in public.  It was
funny, how different the girls were, and yet the same in a way.  It was
hard for Crysta to go topless, and just as hard for Donna to go bottomless,
yet when it was reversed, both girls were much more comfortable.  Crysta
was becoming more and more uncomfortable as the girls walked to the dining
hall.  She couldn't shake the feeling that everyone was staring at her
breasts, even though Donna's breasts were just as naked as her own.  She
so desperately wanted to cover them with her hands, but valiantly resisted
that temptation.  Finally, as the girls reached the dining hall, Crysta
couldn't take it any more.  "Please give me my shirt," she said.  Donna
teased her just a bit by holding her camisole out, and making Crysta grab
for it, then she let her have it.  Crysta put it on, and was visibly
soothed by it, feeling its silky softness cover her erect nipples, hiding
them from view.  The bottom of the camisole was about even with her belly
button, leaving Crysta as bottomless as Donna was topless, but Crysta was
more comfortable this way, even though her pussy was visibly open and wet
from the excitement of going topless to the dining hall.  The girls showed
their id cards at the door, and started walking to the food line.  "Hurry
up, Crysta, I'm hungry."  Donna gave her roommate a little pat on the
butt, letting her fingers slip between Crysta's cheeks.  Crysta relaxed
her cheeks, and let Donna get a good feel, which made both girls juicy all
over again.  While they were waiting on line, Crysta opened her mouth as
if she were about to say something, but then changed her mind.  As the
girls took their seats side-by-side on a bench seat, Crysta finally said
what had been on her mind, "I've been thinking of your defense against
these indecency charges, and, well..."  She trailed off.  "Well, what?"
Donna prompted, playfully rubbing Crysta's bare belly.  Crysta was thrilled
by Donna's touch, and hoped she would feel between her legs and notice how
aroused she was, but Donna was taking her time.  "I hate to tell you this,
Donna, but you would have been better off if you had let the inspector keep
your shorts," Crysta said as she put her arm around her best friend.  "But
then I would have been completely naked.  At least now I have the shorts,
and I don't really mind going topless," Donna replied.  She rested her
hand on Crysta's leg.  "But what are you going to do at your trial?" Crysta
asked, pointing at the summons, which Donna was still carrying with her. 
Crysta turned slightly toward Donna, and spread her legs apart, hoping
Donna would take the hint and feel her pussy.  "The trial," Donna repeated,
drumming her fingertips on Crysta's inner thigh..  "I haven't thought that
far ahead," she admitted.  Crysta turned her whole body to face Donna,
deftly lifting one leg over the bench.  She put both arms around her,
looked at the summons and said, "Your trial is next Tuesday afternoon at 6
PM."  With one hand she massaged Donna's back, and with the other, she
massaged her front.  "On Tuesdays we have two classes on that side of
campus right before your trial." Donna didn't see the problem.  "Yeah,
that's right.  So what?"  She let her fingers slip between Crysta's lips,
and pretended to ignore the spasms of delight thus induced.  "So you're
supposed to show up naked for these dress code trials, did you know that?"
Donna gulped, and clasped her breasts.  "Naked?" "Yep.  Says so right
here."  Crysta used one hand to point to the "special instructions" at the
bottom of Donna's ticket where it says "Must Appear in the Nude".  With
the other hand, she continued to rub Donna's breasts, raising both nipples
to full attention.  "And since you have two classes right before that,
you'll need to be naked for them, too." Donna was reeling from the impact
of Crysta's words.  "You mean I...  I..." "It gets worse," Crysta said,
trying to temper the bad news with a really good nipple massage.. 
Apparently, it was working, because Donna felt the need to unzip her
shorts, which was her secret message to Crysta that her pussy needed a
little rubbing, too.  "Worse than that?" "Yes.  The only clothes you have
access to during your trial are the ones taken into evidence by the
inspector."  Crysta let her fingers run down Donna's front, but she had
trouble gaining entry into Donna's promised land.  Donna realized what that
meant.  "So I'll be bottomless during my trial."  As if to illustrate the
word, "bottomless", she lowered her shorts a few inches.  Crysta felt the
warm moistness between Donna's legs, and smiled.  "That's why you would
have been better off if you had let him keep your shorts." "Oh, crap,"
Donna said, allowing Crysta to pull her shorts down another few inches. 
Donna closed her eyes as if to shut out the ironic image of having to fight
the charge of indecency while naked.  Then she leaned her head back and
almost purred as Crysta gave her a back scratch.  "Crap is right.  The
only clothing in evidence will be that tiny Guinea T you were wearing. 
You'll be called on to model that shirt, and nothing else, and convince the
jury that it does not violate the dress code."  She kissed Donna's breast,
and continued to scratch her back with one hand, and gently stroke her
pussy with the other.  Donna reeled as she tried to imagine spending the
afternoon naked.  Crysta's ministrations were getting to her, too, because
she found her shorts too confining.  She let them drop to the floor
beneath the table, and stepped out of them in order to spread her legs
apart.  That felt better.  Now she was able to think more clearly. 
"Well, at least I have a little muff," she said, "to cover my pussy next
Tuesday when I have to go around naked." Crysta shook her head, shaking
Donna's breast.  "I'm sorry, Donna, but you can't keep that, either. 
Pubic hair must never be seen." "Let me get this straight," Donna said. 
"I have to shave off my bush, and then show up to my classes on Tuesday
with a hairless twat, and then defend myself in court wearing only a tiny
shirt?  The jury will hang me out to dry!" "Sit up here," Crysta said,
pointing to the table in front of her.  Donna looked left and right, and
was satisfied the few people in the cafeteria weren't paying them much
mind.  She left her only article of clothing on the floor, and sat up on
the table, naked.  Crysta gently nudged Donna's legs apart, exposing her
bright red inner pussy.  "Hopefully they'll ask to review the evidence."
Donna looked perplexed.  Crysta palmed Donna's breasts, then massaged both
inner thighs, purposely keeping her hands away from Donna's throbbing
pussy.  She continued teasing her girlfriend as she explained,  "After
the evidence has been presented, the jury gets the case.  Sometimes it's
tricky to know whether the defendant is guilty, so the jury sends a message
to the judge asking to take another look at the evidence.  The evidence is
you, honey, wearing whatever clothes are suspected of violating the Dress
Code." Donna leaned back on the table and put both legs in the air while
her roommate drank in her sweetness.  "So I will have to model my short
shirt for the jury while bottomless?" "More than just model, I'm afraid." 
Crysta saw Donna's shocked expression, but she had to finish.  Donna had
to know the horrible truth.  "To get a 'not guilty' out of the jury, you
have to satisfy them." "Satisfy them that I'm innocent, you mean," Donna
said, hopefully, as she neared orgasm.  "No, Donna, I mean you have to
satisfy them.  You will do whatever it takes to satisfy them, and then you
will go free." Both girls were silent for a moment, both imagining various
images of Donna, clad only in her little white shirt, barely covering her
breasts, as she satisfied one juror after another.  The horrible
realization that she would have to get fucked twelve times sank in just as
she came.  "Oh, Oh, Oh," she said, each word louder than the last.  As
euphoria washed over her, she remembered the main objective of the trial. 
"At least when it's done, I'll be found 'not guilty'."  And then as the
afterglow settled in, she added, "And I'll get my little shirt back when
I'm found innocent." "Yes, at least you'll have that," Crysta agreed.  As
Donna lay exhausted on the table, Crysta stroked her sweaty belly and naked
breasts.  She didn't have the heart to tell Donna she could be re-arrested
for violating the Code if she tried to wear the shirt out of the courtroom,
and that although she would be found innocent of the charges, she would be
leaving the courtroom naked and with cum dripping out of her pussy and
asshole, and running down her legs.  "But don't worry," continued
Crysta.  "I have some ideas for your defense.  I don't think we'll have
any trouble winning this case."





   Shorts Part 3: Mini Shorts "I'm sorry to make you cum so many times in a
row.  You must be exhausted," said Crysta as Donna lay prone on the table
in the cafeteria. "No, it was nice.  Thanks, Crysta."  She leaned forward
and kissed Crysta on the lips, and then got up off the table, and sat next
to her lover.  She looked around to make sure no one had noticed her
sexual escapade on the table.  Thankfully, the few people in the cafeteria
were all minding their own business, and didn't seem to be looking at her,
or noticing that she was naked.    She rested her hand on Crysta's twat,
and smiled.  "I see you enjoyed making me cum almost as much as I enjoyed
cumming!" "Come here, you," said Crysta, wrapping her arm around her naked
friend, and drawing her close.  Crysta kissed her deeply.  "I'm so
close," Crysta said.  "Finish me." Without separating their hungry mouths,
Donna reached under Crysta's camisole, and gave her a body massage.  She
traced a straight line down Crysta's middle, but stopped before reaching
her pussy.  Then she traced a line along her inner thigh, starting at her
knees, but ending just inches shy of her throbbing pussy. "Oh, please,"
Crysta cried, "Stop teasing me, and just finish me.  One touch, and I'll
cum!"  She kissed Donna passionately, breathing hard through her nose.
"I'll finish you," Donna said, if you get up on the table and beg. Crysta
kissed Donna one more time and then stood on the table with her legs
wide.  Unlike Donna, Crysta seemed not to care who noticed her.  Her
hairless pussy was wide open, wet, and red; her inner lips swollen with
desire. Donna stood on the bench, and ran her hands up one of Crysta's
legs, and she ran her tongue up the other.  When her face reached Crysta's
throbbing pussy, she pushed her tongue into it, and felt it pulse -- that's
all it took for Crysta to cum, she had been so close to the brink.  Crysta
grabbed Donna's head, and held it against her hot pussy for half a minute
while she had a continuous orgasm, or maybe multiple orgasms.  She never
really knew what that meant, anyway. When Crysta finally let go, Donna
looked around and noticed that they had attracted quite a crowd. 
Suddenly, Donna felt naked, so she bent over, and retrieved her little
shorts from under the table, and slipped them on. As she helped Crysta down
from the table, a thought surfaced that had been nagging Donna ever since
her public inspection, earlier in the day.  Finally, Donna said what was
on her mind.  "You know, Crysta, I love to wear shorts, but they seem to
be a magnet that draws the Panty Police.  I don't see you getting stopped
in your minidresses, even though most of your dresses don't cover your
pussy at all -- a clear violation of the Dress Code." "That's true," Crysta
agreed.  It seemed to be an unwritten rule that girls wearing short
dresses, or nothing on their bottoms, were left untouched by the Panty
Police, while those more modestly dressed are routinely stopped and
stripped.  Especially the pretty ones. "I'm going to keep getting stopped
if I don't do something about it," Donna said.  "But what can I do?" "Stop
wearing shorts." "That's your solution to every problem," Donna retorted. 
"Just go bottomless."  Donna slapped Crysta on her naked ass to emphasize
the point.  She paused to take in her bottomless beauty, then continued. 
"But that's not me.  I like to wear shorts." "But the Dress Code has
strict rules about shorts," Crysta said.  "Yes, I know.  No panties under
shorts."  Donna wasn't quite sure why the rule existed, although she had
read the Dress Code again and again, trying to find a reason, or a
loophole.  It was very frustrating to Donna that every rule in the Dress
Code seemed to require covering the body with clothing, yet somehow the
most modestly dressed girls are the ones who get stopped and stripped. 
It's just not fair, she thought.  Crysta said, "I still don't see why you
have to wear shorts all the time.  Why don't you wear a tight miniskirt
instead that looks like a pair of shorts from a distance." "That's it!"
Donna cried.  "We can design a new article of clothing that looks like
shorts, but it's really a kind of miniskirt!  You're a genius!"  Donna
hugged her bottomless roommate, squeezed her butt cheeks, and kissed her
full on the mouth.  Crysta responded, sucking Donna's tongue and stroking
her naked breasts, but Donna was too excited about designing her new
article of clothing to notice, and pulled away.  Crysta quickly regained
her composure.  "This will be fun.  Let's walk and talk."  The girls
walked back to their dorm room, Crysta bottomless and Donna topless, both
so caught up in their planning that they were oblivious to the stir they
created on the part of passers-by.  The girls got to work immediately. 
Donna agreed to be the model for the experimental "mini-shorts", as they
decided to call them.  Crysta deftly bent a thin flexible wire, which she
sewed inside a miniskirt to make it conform to Donna's body the way shorts
do, but without being closed at the bottom.  Crysta made one style after
another, but nothing was working.  The ones that looked most like shorts
irritated Donna, because the wire holding the fabric in place was
uncomfortable around her asshole and pussy.  Finally, the girls realized
that the tailbone was the key to their success.  Crysta designed a pair of
shorts with a flexible wire the cupped Donna's tailbone.  It was cut
straight across the back, so when Donna kept her legs together, it looked
just like a pair of daisy dukes.   In front, the cloth was hemmed in a
V-shape so it covered the top of her vagina.  When she crossed her legs,
the V-shape nestled exactly between them, giving the appearance of a pair
of shorts.  "We've done it!" the girls shouted together as Donna tried on
their latest prototype.  Donna stood with legs crossed, one in front of
the other, as Crysta circled her.  "This is perfect!" she said.  "It's an
ingenious design," Donna said.  "I love the way the wire encircles the
entire bottom of the shorts, cupping my tailbone and stretching the fabric
of the shorts smooth, like a second skin." "Thank you," Crysta said.  "As
long as you keep your legs crossed, and your ass cheeks together, no one
will know they're not shorts." "I know," Donna said, "and the truly amazing
part of it is that they hardly cover anything.  They only cover the top
half of my pussy, and they don't cover my asshole at all.  And yet, when I
keep my legs crossed and my cheeks together, It looks like I'm covered. 
I'm so happy with these, Crysta, I can't tell you!" "Are you concerned
about walking?" "What do you mean?"  Donna looked at Crysta with such a
cute look of wonderment that Crysta just had to laugh.  "I mean, you can't
keep your legs crossed while you're walking, so your pussy won't be covered
until you stop and cross your legs again." Donna walked from one end of the
room to the other in front of Crysta.  She kept her legs together, and
walked like a runway model, staying covered the whole way.  "Well, I'm
impressed," said Crysta.  "They really look like shorts.  So much so that
I think the Panty Police will pull you over just as much as ever.  Have
you thought about that?" "Yes, I have," Donna said.  "When they stop me,
I'll just take a breath and spread 'em.  I won't like it, because my pussy
and asshole will be totally on display, but at least I won't get any more
tickets." "I don't know about that," Crysta said.  "Once the Panty Patrol
pulls you over, they don't like to be embarrassed.  They usually find some
violation.  Demonstrate what you plan to do when you get stopped by the
Panty Patrol."  Donna spread her legs apart, while Crysta circled her. 
"Your asshole is totally visible, and very cute, by the way, but they
usually let that slide.  I think they would get you on a pussy
violation.  The mini-shorts only cover the top half of your pussy." 
Donna crossed her legs again as Crysta continued.  "I think your best bet
is to relax a bit, and let the Panty Patrol see the mini-shorts aren't
actually shorts.  Then they won't pull you over in the first place." "I
see," said Donna.  "I can keep my legs crossed most of the time, but I
should relax from time to time, and let people see my pussy.  Since I
never know who the inspectors are until they pull me over, I just have to
make sure everyone gets a glimpse of my pussy, just in case."  Donna
frowned as she thought about having to flash to ward off the Panty Patrol.
"And your beautiful asshole, too," Crysta added.  "I suppose I can do a
little flashing, and just make it look like an accident." "That's the
spirit!  Do you want to take 'em for a spin?" Donna brightened.  "Yeah,
let's go." She started to walk out the door, when Crysta stopped her. 
"You should put on a shirt.  The idea of this outing is to appear fully
dressed, even though you're essentially bottomless." "Oh, OK," Donna said
as she grabbed a short shirt, which barely covered up her nipples, leaving
the bottom half of each breast exposed.  "And you should put on a longer
dress." Crysta hung up her camisole, and pulled a slightly longer dress off
a hanger, and put it on.  "That's better," said Crysta, still practically
bottomless, and apparently having a positive reaction to Donna's outfit. 
"You look terrific!" "You don't look so bad yourself," Donna replied.  The
girls walked to the dining hall, each with her arm around the waist of the
other.  Donna walked as much like a supermodel as she dared, trying to
attract as little attention as possible.  Both girls checked passers-by
for signs they saw something shocking.  "I think I'm getting away with
it," Donna said..  They went in, got their food and sat down
side-by-side.  Crysta enjoyed the familiar feel of her naked pussy press
against the cold seat.  She relaxed her legs, letting them part slightly,
and exhorted Donna to do the same, patting her on the leg.  "Relax,
darling," she said.  "Remember, if there are any Patrollers here, you want
them to be able to see you're not wearing shorts." "I suppose so."  Donna
didn't say it with much conviction, but she did manage to relax her legs a
bit.  "That's better," said Crysta.  After an awkward pause, Crysta added,
"Did I tell you how terrific you look in those mini-shorts?" Both girls
laughed.  Donna just adored her mini-shorts.  For the next week, Donna
wore them every day, flashing just enough to ward off the Panty Patrol, but
not so much she felt too awkward.  Every now and then, she caught that
look of surprise as a stranger would suddenly catch sight of her pussy, and
she secretly enjoyed that.  It excited her when this happened, visibly
expanding her pussy, and making it all the more a dazzling sight when the
next stranger caught sight of it.  Somehow, she avoided being Inspected
that week.  Maybe Crysta was right, that the flashing did the trick.  Or
maybe she was just lucky.  Alas, the day of Donna's hearing loomed large
at the end of that week.





   Shorts Part 4: Donna Goes Naked "I'm going to wear something really cute
this morning," Donna announced on Tuesday morning to her sleepy roommate,
"because after lunch I've gotta come back here and get naked.  And I'm not
looking forward to that."  She flipped through her various outfits, and
stopped when she came to her black backless minidress.  It was a nice
choice.  It covered her very modestly in front, covering all the way down
to the tops of her thighs.  The back of the dress was just an "X" of thin
straps over her back, leaving her tight ass completely bare.  She had
never worn it, because, although she'd had the courage to buy it, she had
never mustered the courage to wear it in public.  But today, she resolved
to wear it.  She put it on to show Crysta. "That is cute," Crysta agreed,
admiring Donna's cute ass.  Such beautifully rounded cheeks, she
thought.  "But it'll be that much harder for you to take it off after
lunch.  Maybe you should just bite the bullet now, and just spend the day
naked." "The whole day?" Donna was aghast.  "I have a hard enough time
wearing this old thing."  She lifted the front of her dress for emphasis,
not even realizing that she flashed her pussy. "Well, yeah," Crysta said,
as she admired Donna's smooth pussy.  She had shaved completely in
preparation for this evening's court appearance.  "You've gotta do it
sometime, and it might as well be now."  She saw the fear in Donna's
eyes.  "It's like pulling off a band-aid," she said.  "It's easier to do
it all at once."  But Donna wasn't buying it. "Can you be naked with me?"
Donna asked. Shocked at the request, Crysta didn't know how to respond. 
The fact is, she was shy about showing her large breasts in public, but she
didn't want Donna to know that.  "Um, no, I'm sorry, Donna."  She had to
think of a reason, and quick!  "It's the dress code, you see.  You're
allowed to be naked on your court day, but I have to follow the dress
code." Donna frowned, and then brightened again.  "I know," she said. 
"You could wear your glove dress". Crysta hadn't thought about her glove
dress in quite a while.  It was a clever get-up.  It was about the least
a girl could wear, and still not violate the dress code.  It consisted of
a pair of red gloves, the kind that go all the way up the arms, with about
a foot of fabric between them.  To "wear" the glove dress, a girl puts on
the gloves, and holds her hands down by her sides.  The fabric stretches
over the girl's front, covering from her breasts to her pussy, but leaving
her backside fully exposed.  As long as the girl doesn't use her hands,
she can remain covered up, but in practice, she just can't stay covered up
for long.  Crysta actually liked the glove dress, because when she was
obliged to use her hands, it was never "her fault" exactly, that she was
flashing, so there was always an implied apology for having to flash. 
And, for another thing, she wasn't very shy about showing her pussy, even
when she was obviously excited.  But she hated to show her breasts in
public.  The glove dress allowed her to do just about everything with her
elbows at her sides, allowing her to keep her breasts fully covered, at
least most of the time.  "OK," she said at last.  "I'll wear my glove
dress" Donna jumped up and down with delight, and then stopped jumping when
she realized she had just agreed to go naked the whole day.  Oh well, she
thought, Crysta's right.  I might as well get it over with.  The image of
peeling off a band-aid occurred to her as she stepped out of her backless
dress.  She felt more naked than ever, now that her pussy was shaved.
Crysta stood in front of the mirror to put on her gloves, and Donna stood
behind her, massaging Crysta's pussy, which got slippery in no time. 
Crysta's reaction spawned a certain arousal between Donna's legs as well. 
That arousal turned into a full on pussy explosion when Crysta turned
around and started making little circles around Donna's nipples with her
gloved hands.  Donna almost came when Crysta pulled her close, and placed
her glove dress over Donna's head, hugged her close, their four breasts
pressed together while Crysta gently rubbed Donna's naked ass.  Crysta
sensed that Donna was about to cum, but she didn't want that to happen. 
Instead, Crysta wanted to leave Donna on the edge of cumming for as long as
possible.  It was fun to tease her. "Why did you do this to me?" Donna
said, pouting as if her feelings were hurt.  She was referring to her
pussy, which was fully engorged, open, and wet. "Why did I do it to you?"
Crysta mocked, incredulous.  She lifted her glove dress to show Donna she
was just as excited. Oh, that's just fine for you, Donna thought to
herself.  But you can cover your big red pussy while I have to leave mine
out in the open for everyone to see.  But she didn't let Crysta see how
she felt.  After all, it's not Crysta's fault Donna was naked, and Crysta
was doing her best to be nearly as naked as Donna.  Donna was thankful for
the moral support. The girls went down the stairs, and Crysta raised her
hands to open the door.  On the other side was a cute boy who lived on the
second floor, so Crysta quickly put her hands down to cover herself.  The
boy smiled at the naked girls, and started up the stairs.  As he
approached the first landing, he looked back at the girls, catching their
gorgeous round asses as they disappeared through the door. Their first stop
was the dining hall.  No good day, not even a naked day, could start
without a good breakfast.  Crysta took a tray end held it with her gloved
hands without giving a second thought to her naked pussy, but Donna was
still very self-conscious about hers, swollen as it was.  Every time
someone noticed how naked she was, she got a little more excited.  She
felt like she was going to cum, which would be horribly embarrassing, so
she tried to think non-sexy thoughts.  Somehow, Donna managed to get her
breakfast and sit down.  She almost heard the hiss as she rested her
sizzling pussy on the cold bench seat.  She brought her legs together as
much as she could, but somehow, as much as she craved modesty, she couldn't
bring herself to close her legs completely.  Crysta sat next to her, and
started eating her breakfast.  Donna was happy to see Crysta was just
about naked when she reached forward to begin eating, and she thanked her
for it by gently rubbing Crysta's belly.  She enjoyed the Mmmm noises
Crysta was giving off as she enjoyed her belly-rub.  After a minute, Donna
realized she was getting close to cumming herself, so she stopped for fear
someone would see her cum.  She focussed on her own breakfast, while
Crysta returned the favor, rubbing Donna's inner thighs.  Donna told
Crysta to stop, that she would cum, but Crysta didn't think Donna was that
close to cumming.  Rather than risk cumming in public, Donna stood up, and
tried to run away, but Crysta was too fast for her.  She held one of
Donna's legs, and continued rubbing her inner thighs, cooing softly to
Donna as she did so.  The commotion attracted unwanted attention, as far
as Donna was concerned.  All eyes turned in the girls' direction as Donna
stood with her legs apart, one in Crysta's grasp, and Crysta continued to
rub Donna's inner thighs.  Donna realized it was pointless to resist, so
she stood still and waited for her orgasm to begin -- she was that close to
the brink.  Just as she was about to have a very public orgasm, Crysta
looked at her watch, and said "Oh, look at the time.  We don't want to be
late for class."  She patted Donna on one ass cheek, allowing her
fingertips to touch Donna's cute little asshole, and walked toward the
door. Donna said "Wait!" and ran after her.  Crysta waved at the crowd of
people who had stopped what they were doing to watch the girls -- without
turning around to face them, she raised her hands, wiggled her naked hips,
and did a little undulating dance, waving her hands high over her head. 
To a person, the crowd wished they could see her naked breasts, but that
honor went to a cute girl who turned beet red as she happened to enter the
dining hall just as Crysta was waving goodbye.





   Shorts Part 5: The Girls Make a Deal As Donna caught up to Crysta, she
put her hands down, and swatted Donna's naked bottom.  "Hurry up, or we'll
be late!", she said. Donna did a little jig, and then started walking
side-by-side with her roommate.  "Promise me you won't make me cum in
public," Donna pleaded.  "It's worse than being naked -- much worse.  I
hate it when people can look at me and see I'm excited, and the worst thing
is that it makes me more excited when that happens.  I was really afraid I
would cum." Crysta thought it over, and said, "I'll make a deal with you. 
I promise I won't make you cum in public, as long as you promise not to
resist me any more when I try to touch you." Donna said, "That's not
fair.  You'll make me excited, and my pussy will swell up and people will
see how wet it is.  I can't tell you how embarrassed I get when people see
my wet pussy." Crysta said, "Let's sit down, and you think it over,
Donna."  The girls climbed the steps of the auditorium, and sat next to
each other.  Crysta began massaging Donna's naked breasts, worked her
hands down Donna's flat belly, and started massaging her pubic mound.
"Stop, please, stop," whispered Donna.  "I'm going to cum!" she said. 
Donna couldn't stand it any more, and stood up to try to run away from
Crysta, but just then the professor came into the room. "Ahh," said the
professor, seeing Donna in full excitement.  "It's nice to have a nudist
in class.  Thank you for showing us your true self!"  Donna murmured
something, and then sat down, whereupon Crysta renewed her ministrations.
"OK, you win," Donna whispered at last.  "I won't resist, but please,
please, don't make me cum in public." "That wasn't so hard, was it," Crysta
said, as she gently pried Donna's legs apart.  "Remember, you said you
wouldn't resist," Crysta reminded her.  Donna allowed her legs to be moved
apart, and closed her eyes as Crysta gave her naked friend an all-over body
rub, right in the middle of an auditorium full of students.  Crysta
positioned Donna so the soles of her feet touching, and her knees
completely bent flat on the seat.  In this position, Donna's pussy was in
full bloom, which embarrassed Donna to no end -- but at least she trusted
Crysta not to make her cum.  Needless to say, more students were watching
the girls than the professor. Crysta stayed true to her word.  Donna came
extremely close to cumming more than once, but the class came to an end
before Donna came.  When the class ended, Donna opened her eyes, and
looked at Crysta's pussy to see it just as engorged and wet as her own. 
And Crysta's legs were completely open, lying flat on the chair, with her
pussy as fully open as her own. "Aren't you embarrassed to show your pussy
like that, so excited, in public?" Donna asked her roommate. "Not really,"
Crysta lied.  She was really totally mortified to show her pussy that way,
and that's why she did it.  Feeling that public shame excited her, and
letting people see her pussy so excited made her more ashamed.  It was a
lovely cycle, but to admit it, even to her best friend, would somehow put
the kibosh on her fun.  "I'll just cover up if I need to."  With that,
Crysta put her glove dress down, and walked her bare ass out of the
classroom, while Donna, alas, had no way to cover her swollen pussy. As the
girls walked to their lunch table on the patio outside the dining hall,
Crysta admired Donna's posture.  Even though she was naked, she stood
erect, with her shoulders back, and her beautiful brown hair flowing down
her back.  Her medium sized breasts were very firm, and her hard nipples
pouted defiantly.  The girls came to a table with no chairs around it. 
Apparently, there was a chair shortage, and other diners had taken them. 
"Have a seat, Donna", Crysta said.  Donna looked around for a chair. 
"You agreed not to resist," Crysta reminded her.  It dawned on Donna that
Crysta wanted her to sit on the table, so she did, covering her lap with
her lunch tray for modesty, and maintaining that excellent posture that
Crysta so admired.  "Now, spread your legs apart like a good girl." 
Donna looked around, anxious that something sexual would be starting soon
that would attract a crowd.  "NOW!" Crysta commanded.  Donna instantly
parted her legs, hoping to avoid an escalating scene.  "Now, lie back on
the table, and close your eyes."  Donna did so, thankful that her lunch
tray was covering her fairly well.  That thanks was short lived.  Crysta
removed Donna's lunch tray, and put it under the table.  "Keep your eyes
closed," she said as she climbed on the table, positioning her own pussy
right over Donna's mouth.  "Now open your eyes, and start licking!" Donna
opened her eyes to see Crysta's pussy hovering inches above her mouth. 
She grabbed Crysta by the hips, and pulled her head up to feast on Crysta's
underside.  She flattened her tongue to lavish great wide strokes of love
to Crysta's pussy, and to her asshole.  Then she curled up her tongue into
a merciless probe, which she plunged alternately into both entrances. 
Donna was so good at this, she had Crysta in a state of multiple orgasm
within two minutes.  Apparently, Crysta doesn't mind cumming in public,
Donna thought, as she began noticing a tongue on her own pussy.  Mmmm,
that feels good, Donna thought, and then she realized it felt a little too
good.  "Stop it, you promised!  Oh, oh, oh"  Words were failing her. 
She was about to cum. Just as Donna was on the brink, again, of orgasm,
Crysta stopped, and said "I'll stop now if you agree to kneel on the table
on all fours and let me feed your lunch to you." "Anything, Crysta, just
don't make me cum in public." "OK, let's see what you have for lunch,"
Crysta said as she pulled Donna's tray up from under the table.  Donna,
meanwhile, was assuming the  position on the table.  She knew Crysta well
enough to spread her legs apart without being asked.  "Some milk?" she
asked, and then positioned the milk under Donna's mouth to let her drink. 
As Donna drank the milk, Crysta massaged her hanging breasts, and then
rubbed her inner thighs while she licked her asshole.  Then Crysta looked
to see what else Donna had for lunch.  "A banana," she said brightly. 
She carefully peeled it, then pushed the soft yellow fruit into Donna's
pussy.  "Relax," she said.  "I'll let you eat this later, but you'll need
to hold it here for a minute while I find something else for you to eat. 
Oh, here it is.  A carrot."  Donna guessed where it was going.  Sure
enough, she guessed correctly.  "Which one would you like to eat first?"
Crysta asked. "You can choose," Donna said. "Hmm, it's so hard," Crysta
said, as she pulled the carrot in and out of Donna's asshole.  Then she
pulled and pushed the banana with one hand while rubbing her clit with the
other.  Crysta could see Donna was about to cum, so she stopped rubbing
her clit.  She took the banana out of Donna's pussy, and put it in her
own.  Then she stood next to Donna and said, "You can eat the banana
now."  Donna had to bend down to reach the banana, which raised her ass
high into the air.  People laughed at Donna when they saw the carrot stuck
in her ass.  As Crysta squeezed the banana out of her pussy, Donna ate it,
and then she licked her plate clean. "Can I eat my carrot, now?" Donna
pleaded. "Not yet, Donna" Crysta replied.  "Why don't you save it for
after your next class?"  Crysta looked at her watch.  The girls were
already late. "But I can't sit down with this carrot stuck up my ass!",
Donna complained as the girls hurried to their class. "Then stand.  I'm
sure the professor will understand."  The girls reached their seats, and
Crysta sat down, but Donna remained standing, with the end of the carrot
poking out of her butt hole.  Donna stroked her inner thigh, and prompted
her to spread her legs apart as the professor entered the class. "I love
what you're wearing, Donna," said the professor as he walked into the
room.  "You can take your seat now." "I would prefer to stand, if it's all
the same to you," Donna said.  The class snickered, and Donna blushed.
Before the professor could think of a snappy reply, Crysta took pity on her
little slave, and pulled the carrot out, and handed it to her.  "You can
sit down, now." Donna was so thankful, she hugged her friend, and then sat
on her lap for warmth and companionship.  Crysta sat with her legs
together, and Donna sat on her lap, her legs straddling those of her
roommate.  Crysta's hands were pinned by her glove dress, so she took off
one glove to massage Donna's breasts and belly.  Then, she inserted one
finger, then another between Donna's slippery lips.  Donna relaxed, and
leaned her head back, resting it on Crysta's shoulder.  Crysta pulled off
the other glove, and left the glove dress on the floor.  By this time,
Donna had been so close to orgasm so many times, she just wanted it to be
over with.  She was prepared to have a public orgasm.  She got up, and
turned around to face her roommate, and was pleasantly surprised to see she
was just as naked as herself.  She wrapped her arms around Crysta, and
kissed her passionately, pressing her heaving chest into her friend's. 
Crysta, meanwhile, was rubbing Donna from her clit all the way to her
asshole, and back again.   The girls' lovemaking started to get out of
control, interrupting the class.  Just as Crysta came for the second (or
was it third?) time that day, the professor asked the girls if they would
please try to be a little quieter. Donna went back to her own seat, and
waited patiently for the class to be over.  She sat with her legs spread
wide apart, in an effort to cool off.  One more class, and then the trial,
she thought, with a mixture of anticipation and dread.  Finally, the class
was over. As the girls walked to their last class, they were approached by
a Panty Policeman.  "Hi, girls," he said. "Uh oh," Donna said, under her
breath. "Don't worry, we're fine," Crysta said. The cop said, "I wonder if
you girls wouldn't mind assuming the position for me, while I listen to
your explanation for being naked in public."  He looked at Donna. Donna
reluctantly spread her legs apart, showing her swollen pussy, which was
still very wet from almost cumming several times.  She waited for the
cop's eyes to rise to meet her own.  "I'm going to a Panty Trial this
evening," she explained.  She handed her summons to the cop. After
examining it closely, he returned it to Donna, and said, "This all seems to
be in order.  Thank you."  Then, as Donna continued to stand with her
legs apart, the cop turned his attention to Crysta.  "That's a lovely
dress you're almost wearing," he said. "Listen," she said, "we'll be late
for class if you don't let us go."  She tried to stay as modest as
possible, hiding her pussy and her breasts behind the tiny cloth stretched
between her red gloves. The cop walked behind her, and admired her ass, and
then continued circling her.  He bent down to look under Crysta's glove
cloth, and shook his head.  "Will you please raise your arms up, and keep
your legs apart?"  Crysta looked at Donna.  This is starting to look
bad.  She slowly raised her arms, feeling very vulnerable when her breasts
were uncovered. The cop shook his head.  "It doesn't meet Code," he
said.  "But you are beautiful," he allowed.  "I'll tell you what:  I'll
let you keep your dress if you let me fuck you right here, right now."
Donna gasped, but Crysta remained composed.  "And no summons?" "Of course,
no summons."  He was already pitching a tent in his pants as Crysta
thought it over. "Crysta, no!" Donna said.  But it was too late.  The cop
had already dropped his pants, and approached Crysta.  Crysta's arms were
still in the air, and her pussy was wet.  According to the College Code of
Conduct, the "CCC", as it was called, sexual excitement implies consent, so
technically, she could not refuse him even if she wanted to.  The cop
entered her in no time, and lifted her up in his arms.  He pushed his dick
into her half a dozen times, each stroke harder than the last.  After the
last stroke, he squeezed Crysta so tight that Donna thought she would
break!  Finally, he exhaled, and eased Crysta back to earth.  The fucking
had happened in such a short time, Crysta's arms were still in the air.
"You can put your arms down, now," the cop said as he pulled up his
pants.  "Thanks, honey," he said as he walked away. "Thank you," Crysta
said.  'Thank you' wasn't quite right, but she didn't know what else to
say. The girls stopped in the ladies' room so Crysta could wipe the cum off
her legs before going into the classroom.  Once they sat down, Donna
noticed Crysta was crying.  "You'll be OK," she said.  "It just comes
with the territory, sweetie.  Sometimes you have to use your feminine
wiles to wiggle out of things."  She wiped a tear from Crysta's cheek, and
then kissed it.  Crysta kissed her back, and soon the girls were kissing
passionately. "Hmm-hmm!" It was the professor, clearing his throat.
"Sorry," said Donna.   She had become quite used to being naked, so she
didn't even notice that her legs were spread apart.  But the professor
noticed.  Apparently, kissing Crysta had brought some moisture to her lips
-- the ones between her legs, that is.  Crysta felt bad that Donna's pussy
was so exposed, so she covered it with her hand, and noticed the moisture,
too.  She glided her hand back and forth over Donna's slippery skin, as
the professor returned to his topic, and resumed droning on about it. Once
again, just as Donna was about to cum, Crysta stopped rubbing, and left her
-- legs spread wide apart, and leaning back in her chair -- unfulfilled. 
And her timing was perfect.  The class ended just then, and everyone filed
out past the girls, stopping to admire Donna's swollen pussy as they walked
by.





   Shorts Part 6: The Trial Begins "Well, this is it," Crysta said.  "What
we've been waiting for all day!"  With that, the girls got up from their
seats at their last class of the day, and walked across a grassy lawn to
the courtroom for Donna's indecency hearing.  When they arrived, the
courtroom was packed.  They  walked together past the spectators toward
the only seats left in the courtroom, near the front.  Donna was naked,
and Crysta was almost naked, covering only her front with her "glove
dress".  The spectators delighted in the girls' naked asses -- their first
look at this evening's entertainment.  Apparently, they were just in time,
because theirs was the first case. "All rise," said the bailiff, a scantily
clad woman.  Along with everyone else, the girls stood up, affording the
spectators another glimpse of their feminine beauty.  "The honorable judge
Willie," she announced.  At that, the judge, a handsome young man, entered
the courtroom, and sat down in the judge's chair. "Be seated," said the
judge.  To the bailiff, he said, "Call the first case." "The case of
Donna, um," began the bailiff.  She seemed confused.  "No last name, your
honor."  The judge nodded.  The bailiff continued, "who is charged with
violating the Dress Code on the 27th of last month." "Let me take this
opportunity to thank the bailiff and her deputy for attending today's
proceeding with just one uniform between them.  It is very kind of you
girls to share."  The two girls smiled as the judge turned to Donna. 
"Please take your seat at the defense table."  He gestured to a patch of
empty floor. Donna got up from her seat and stood where the judge
indicated.  "I don't see a seat here, or a table, for that matter."
"Objection!" shouted a young woman seated at the only table in the
courtroom. "Harriet, this is just a hearing, not a trial.  I don't want
you slowing things down by objecting all the time, do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," she said.  Harriet was a beautiful woman, very casually
dressed, wearing a belly shirt and daisy-dukes, which were shorts cut in
such a way that her ass cheeks poked out of the leg holes.  Very sexy,
Crysta observed to herself. "Now, I'll let you keep your panties on this
time, but any further outbursts, and I'll just have to teach you a lesson."
"But I'm not wearing any --"  But then she stopped, realizing the judge
was referring to her shorts as "panties".  "Yes, sir."  Harriet hated
this judge, because she often ended up just as naked before him as the poor
defendant. Turning to Donna, the judge said, "Before we begin your hearing,
do you have anything to say?" "Your honor, can I have my friend, Crysta, up
here to help me with my defense?" Crysta stood up.  The spectators clapped
and whistled.  The judge thought over the  request, then said "Well, this
is highly irregular.  But I'll allow it as long as Harriet agrees." "Fine,
your honor," said Harriet. Crysta made her way to Donna's side. The judge
smiled at the two girls, and said, "First, we'll select a jury -- 12 people
-- from a pool of 12 men and 12 women.  Each side gets 6 peremptory
challenges, and an unlimited number of challenges for cause.  Will the
first 12 members of the jury pool enter the box, please?" With that, 12
potential jurors shuffled into the box.  The judge continued, "Harriet,
you go first." "Juror number 3 is excused," she said. A handsome young man,
a weightlifter by the looks of him, stood up, and walked out.  Darn! 
Crysta and Donna thought, together.  A beautiful young girl took his place
in the jury box.  She was wearing a minidress that wasn't even long enough
to cover her matching panties. "Your turn," the judge said to the girls.
Crysta walked over to the jury box.  She turned, and said to the judge, "I
would like to pole the jury." The judge laughed, and said, "You can't poll
the jury now.  They haven't rendered a verdict yet!" "No, judge," Crysta
said.  "I don't want to poll the jury.  I want to pole them." The judge
was confused.  Harriet thought about objecting, but didn't want the judge
to make her strip. Crysta explained, "I want the jury to take off their
pants, so I can see their poles." The judge cleared his throat, and said,
"Oh, well, um."  He was at a loss for words.  No defendant had ever asked
to "pole" the jury before.  He looked at Harriet who shrugged, and then
back at Crysta.  Finally, he turned to the jury, and said "very well, the
jury will be poled.". Reluctantly, the men in the jury box started removing
their pants and underpants.  They all had hard-ons to some degree. Crysta
reached into the jury box, and began stroking one of the poles.  The juror
tried to remain nonchalant.  "Your honor," Crysta began as she continued
stroking him, "I don't think it's fair for the women to stay covered up, do
you?" "I agree.  Bailiff, please collect the pants, skirts, and underpants
from the jurors.  The jurors may leave their tops on, though."  The girls
in the jury box removed their skirts and pants.  The one who was wearing
panties took them off as well.  Two of the girls were lucky -- they were
wearing long dresses, so their pussies were still covered.  Crysta decided
not to press her luck, and allowed those girls to keep their dresses on. 
Her thoughts were interrupted when the man she had been stroking came all
over himself and Crysta's hand.  He covered his face with his hands from
embarrassment.  Crysta wiped her hand on his leg. "May I approach the
jury, your honor?" Crysta asked. "I'll allow it." said the judge. Crysta
entered the jury box and began touching the jurors.  Each one stiffened as
they were touched.  When she was done, every man had a full hard-on, and
many of the girls were wet.  She picked a dry girl.  "Number 7 is
excused."  She was one of the lucky girls wearing a long dress.  She was
replaced by a girl in a tank top and shorts.  Before she sat down, she
took of her shorts, and handed them to the bailiff.  Crysta smiled when
she noticed that the new number 7 was completely shaven. Harriet didn't
waste any time.  "Number 5," she said.  Another strapping man stepped
down.  It was clear that Harriet's plan was to excuse all the men she
could, and Crysta's was to excuse all the women.  When each had used six
peremptory challenges, the jury consisted of six handsome and horny men and
six gorgeous and wet women, all twelve bottomless. The girls resumed their
places, standing at the defense "table" -- just an empty area of floor. 
The judge addressed the girls, "The charge against you, Donna, is
indecency.  How do you plead?" "I plead this way," she began.  She fell to
her knees, and put her hands and arms together as if praying, and looked up
at the ceiling.  "Oh, please have mercy on me!"  Then she got up and went
over to the jury box, and kissed one of the horny men on the lips.  Then
she lowered herself onto his penis, and said, "Go easy on me, pleeease," as
she rocked slowly up and down on his shaft.  Just before he came, she
pulled herself off him, and went over to one of the girls.  She kissed her
on the lips, and when she responded in kind, she rubbed her pussy, and
found her quite wet.  The girl came right away, and seemed a bit upset. 
Donna said, "shhh, it's OK," and stroked her hair. "No, Donna," said the
judge, "I mean do you plead guilty or not guilty to the charge of
indecency?" "Oh.  Not guilty."  Donna winked at the jury, and went back
to her place. Without waiting for instruction from the judge, Harriet said,
"Your honor, I should like to call Bill Clinton to the stand." A shudder of
surprise echoed throughout the courtroom.  But Bill Clinton was nowhere to
be seen.  After a stunned second or two the good looking young man who had
given Donna the ticket came up to the witness seat.  The bailiff made him
raise his hand and swear an oath to tell the truth.  Then he sat down.
"Will you state your name for the record?" Harriet said. "Bill Clinton,"
said the man.  A murmur echoed throughout the courtroom, with some
laughter.  The man became agitated.  "Can't two people have the same
name?" he said indignantly. Ignoring his outburst, Harriet continued.  "On
the 27th of last month, did you observe a young lady dressed in an indecent
manner?" "Yes," Bill said. "Can you point her out to the court?"  Bill
pointed.  "Let the record show the witness identified the defendant."
"Mmm" said the judge. "Is this the shirt she was wearing at the time?"
Harriet held up the short shirt that had been confiscated from Donna during
her Inspection. "Yes," Bill said. "Judge, I would like to have the
defendant wear the shirt, and then visit with the jurors so they can
determine whether the shirt is, in fact, indecent." "I'll allow that," said
the judge. Harriet brought the shirt to Donna, and asked her to put it
on.  Donna pulled the shirt over her neck, and let it drape about her
neck, resting on her lovely breasts. "Finish putting the shirt on, dear,"
said Harriet.  She wanted to show have Donna tuck her breasts into the
shirt, and then embarrass her by having her raise her arms so that her
breasts flop out of the shirt. "This is how I wear it," Donna said.  She
had rehearsed this part with Crysta.  "It's a necklace, really.  Not a
shirt." Harriet was at a loss.  She hadn't planned for the demonstration
to go this way.  "Then go and show the jury," she said.  What else could
she say? Donna pranced over to the jury box, and leaned forward so each
juror could judge for him or herself whether the shirt was indecent.  Some
of the jurors touched her breasts, to which Donna giggled and shook them. 
Others touched Donna's pussy, which was already very wet from the
excitement of the trial.  Just about all of them rubbed Donna's flat belly
and tight buns.  When one of the men rubbed her upper thigh, she spread
her legs apart, and slowly sat on his legs, facing him.  He guided his
dick into her pussy.  She murmured "Mmmm" as she pressed her breasts into
his, and rocked back and forth.  When he fingered her asshole, she came,
but she kept it to herself because she sensed he was about to come, too,
and she didn't want that to happen.  She wanted him to stay horny.  So
she gave him one last kiss, and got up. Harriet was pissed.  That didn't
go at all they way she had planned it.  "The prosecution rests."  She was
thankful for her shorts, because without them, everyone would see her wet
pussy and know that Donna's performance had excited her. "Very well," said
the judge.  "Defense?" Crysta smiled, because she had a plan -- not only
to get Donna acquitted, but also to humiliate the prosecutor at the same
time.





   Shorts Part 7: The Defense Crysta straightened herself up, and said, "I
call Donna." "Call Donna," echoed the bailiff. Donna's heart beat fast as
she made her way to the witness stand.  She was keenly aware of her
nudity, and acutely uncomfortable as she turned her naked pussy to the
spectators to take the oath.  But she was relieved to sit down in the
witness chair.  She was thankful for the partial privacy of the railing in
front of the chair as she awaited Crysta's first question. "Are you
familiar with the Dress Code?" "Objection!" said Harriet.  Suddenly she
thought better of it, as she remembered the judge's threat to take articles
of clothing from her.  "Never mind," she said. "Overruled," said the
judge. She knew from bitter experience that she must take off her top right
away.  If she didn't hand it over right away, the judge would humiliate
her, and make her expose her pussy, which was the absolute worst thing for
her.  During a previous trial, she had been wearing a miniskirt and
blouse.  The judge had ordered her to hand over an article of clothing,
but she had refused.  So the judge ordered the bailiff to restrain her. 
A scuffle ensued, and in the end, the bailiff had managed to handcuff
Harriet.  Then the judge ordered Harriet again to remove an article of
clothing.  When she refused again, the judge ordered the bailiff to begin
lowering Harriet's miniskirt an inch at a time.  After her pussy was fully
exposed, she finally agreed to take off her blouse.  But the judge didn't
allow her to pull up her miniskirt for the whole rest of the trial. 
Harriet remembered this as being worse than naked -- all she could think
about was her naked pussy, and how wet it was getting from being exposed
like that.  She just wanted to get the trial over with so she could pull
her miniskirt up again.  So this time, without being asked, Harriet
quickly removed her top, and handed it to the bailiff. "Yes, I'm familiar
with it," Donna said, remembering Crysta's question about the dress code,
as the eyes of the courtroom turned from the topless prosecutor to the
naked defendant. "I happen to have a copy of it with me." Crysta handed
Donna a booklet, and exchanged nods with the judge.   "The booklet will
be entered into evidence," he said. "Could you read me the definition of
'panties'?" Panties are form fitting clothes with an elastic band that goes
around the body (waistband) and a strap that goes between the legs,
covering the opening of the vagina and the anus.  Panties are either
"bikini" style or "thong" style.  Bikini panties must be very brief or
else they are called "shorts".  They are defined as those that do not
cover higher than an inch or two above the top of the vulva nor more than
half of a girl's butt crack. "Sure," said Donna, leafing through the
booklet.  Harriet had no idea where this was going, but she was scared to
object, so she held her tongue.  "Panties are form fitting clothes with a
waistband that goes around the body and a strap that goes between the legs,
covering the opening of the vagina and the anus." "Thank you," said
Crysta.  "Panties can be either bikini style or thong style, right?" 
Donna nodded.  "Will you please read the definition of bikini panties?"
"They are defined as those that do not cover higher than an inch or two
above the top of the vulva nor more than half of a girl's butt crack."
"Thank you," said Crysta.  "Now, would you please think back to the 27th
of last month, and tell me if your shorts would have met that definition of
panties?" Harriet jumped to her feet, her breasts jiggling, but she did not
object.  If she weren't afraid of losing her skirt, she would have
complained that this question assumed facts not in evidence.  And she
would have been quite right to do so.  She sat down, quietly lamenting the
way this judge stacked the cards in favor of the defense. "Yes, now that I
think of it, I think they were small enough that they would have qualified
as panties.  The front of my shorts just barely covered my pussy, and the
back came only half way up my ass, showing a lot of ass cleavage."  The
spectators tittered at that description. "Thank you, Donna.  Now, could
you please read section 3.1?" "OK," said Donna as she flipped ahead in the
booklet.  "Oh yes," she said as if she hadn't rehearsed this testimony,
"this is the panty exception.  It says panties are, in effect, small
shorts, so panties can be worn as a 'bottom' in place of shorts, but a girl
wearing panties as a bottom may not wear a shirt--" "Let me stop you
there," interrupted Crysta.  She turned to face the jury.  "So if you are
wearing shorts so tiny that they qualify as panties, then you may not wear
a shirt, is that right?" Harriet stood up again, ready to object.  Crysta
stopped, and stared at her shorts.  They barely covered her pubic bone. 
Everyone stared at Harriet's shorts as Crysta slowly circled the
prosecutor.  Her rear showed a lot of cleavage.  It slowly dawned on
everyone that Harriet's shorts would qualify as panties under the
definition in the Dress Code. "Donna, were your shorts as short as
Harriet's?"  Harriet, still standing, gasped at the question. "Yes, as a
matter of fact, they were." "Your honor," Crysta said, "with your
permission, I would like to try the prosecutor's shorts on the defendant,
so the jury can see how she was dressed at the alleged infraction.." "That
request seems reasonable to me.  Any objection, Harriet?" Harriet was
agitated by this latest development.  If she objected, she would be
overruled and lose her shorts, but if she agreed, she would lose her shorts
anyway.  Her breasts rose and fell with each heavy breath, and her nipples
were hard with anticipation.  She felt her pussy getting wetter, knowing
she would soon expose it to the world.  Finally, she realized there was no
alternative, so turned her ass to the judge, and bent at the waist as she
lowered her shorts, mooning the judge.  When she was naked, she turned to
face the judge, her arousal quite obvious.  "Can I have them back before
you send the jury out to deliberate the verdict?" she asked in a last-ditch
effort to salvage some of her dignity. "I'll take that under advisement,"
said the judge.  "Until then, the shorts will be entered into evidence,
with all parties stipulating they are similar to those worn by the
defendant on the day in question." The bottomless bailiff took the shorts,
and handed them to Crysta.  Crysta brought them to the witness box, and
handed them to Donna, who eagerly donned them.  They fit her tight round
ass perfectly.  Crysta asked Donna again, "Since you are wearing shorts so
tiny that they qualify as panties, the Dress Code requires that you may not
wear a shirt, is that right?" "That's the way I understand it, yes." Donna
replied. "The defense rests," said Crysta. Harriet rose to her feet, and
resisted the temptation to cover her nudity as everyone looked at her.  "I
would like to redirect," she said, her pussy watering from the attention it
was receiving.  The judge nodded.  "Donna," she began, as she approached
the witness, "you testified that you understood the code to prohibit the
wearing of shirts with panties, is that right?" "Yes, that's right." "Yet
you wore a shirt that day, didn't you?" "You mean this thing?" Donna lifted
the shirt that was draped around her neck, resting on the upper slope of
her firm breasts. Harriet nodded. "Oh, no," Donna replied.  "I didn't wear
a shirt that day.  This is a necklace." Harriet just stood there, and
gaped, unaware that her legs were apart, and not caring that the spectators
were getting a rear view of her pussy and asshole.  She shook her head,
and went back to her seat, her high-heel shoes clicking with each step. 
She hadn't seen any of this coming.  She flopped into her seat, still
wondering how she had been so thoroughly defeated.  A necklace, indeed!
The judge looked at Crysta, who repeated, "The defense rests." The judge
heaved a sigh of relief.  "We will have a short recess, after which we'll
hear closing arguments.  Both sides approach the bench, please."  With
that, he banged his gavel, and people started milling about the
courtroom.  Crysta and Harriet came up to see the judge. "Girls," he said,
"I don't like long closing arguments, so I'm going to invoke rule 15." "Oh,
no, please judge," said Harriet. "What's rule 15?" asked Crysta,
innocently. Harriet explained, "They tie you up, and the bailiff puts K-Y
jelly on your asshole, and rubs your pussy to get it good and wet." The
judge interrupted, "Then we invite selected people to fuck you while you
give your closing arguments." "They can fuck you in the ass or the pussy,"
Harriet added. The judge continued, "and when you cum, then your closing
statement is over -- no more talking."  He looked at the girls, and added,
"OK?" Both girls nodded. Apparently, Harriet was used to this treatment,
but Crysta was horrified.  The bottomless bailiff took Crysta by the hand,
and the topless one took Harriet.  They positioned the girls facing each
other, directly between the judge and the jury.  Each girl was ordered to
put her arms around the other, and Harriet was handcuffed.  Crysta didn't
need to be handcuffed, because her gloves held her hands together.  Their
pussies were already wet, but just to make sure, the girls were ordered to
kiss each other while the bailiffs spread the girls' feet apart, and
greased up their assholes.  Once she recovered from the shock, Crysta
considered her strategy under rule 15.  She hoped to cum while the bailiff
was greasing her up, because it would take her longer to cum a second
time.  That would give her more time to give her closing argument while
she was being fucked.  She shuddered at the prospect. The jury filed back
into their box, and were delighted to see the two girls still kissing. 
The judge banged his gavel.  "Harriet, are you ready to close?" Just as
Crysta came, Harriet released her lips from Crysta's, and said "Yes, your
honor."  She turned to face the jury, dragging Crysta, her pussy still
pulsing with orgasm, around with her. A man, wearing only a shirt, appeared
behind Harriet, and wasted no time inserting his dick into her greasy
asshole.  He grabbed her around the belly and shoved himself into her as
Harriet began her closing statement. "The defendant," Harriet began, "was
seen wearing a shirt that was too small to cover her breasts." Crysta
realized that if she could make Harriet cum sooner, then she would have
less time to make her closing statement, so she licked Harriet's breasts as
the man pumped her from behind. "She will claim," Harriet continued, "that
her shorts were really panties, and that --"  Harriet lost her train of
thought when Crysta began sucking her clitoris.   A few more pumps and
the man came, while Crysta kept licking Harriet's pussy.  Another man came
up behind Harriet, and asked her to bend all the way over.  So Harriet
bent over, and held onto Crysta's ass for support, and tried to continue
her closing statement, addressing the jury from between Crysta's legs. 
The man entered Harriet's pussy from behind, while Crysta massaged
Harriet's back and buttocks. "As I was saying," Harriet continued,
oblivious to the comedy of the situation, "she will claim that her panties
were short and --" Crysta had somehow moved her hands around to Harriet's
front, and began massaging her clit while the man grabbed Harriet by the
waist and pushed himself into her hard.  As hard as she tried not to cum,
Harriet came.  She let out a scream as she and the man both came, and then
she relaxed as the man pulled out and went back to his seat. "Thank you,
Harriet," said the judge, quite satisfied by the way rule 15 had cut
Harriet's normally long-winded closing short.  "Now, the defense may make
a closing statement." Crysta turned to face the jury.  She was no longer
wearing her gloves, and Harriet was too tired to try to make Crysta cum
again.  But there was no shortage of men eager to fuck the naked girl. 
Crysta spread her legs apart as the first man approached her, offering him
a choice of openings.  He chose the  back door as Crysta began her
statement, "Ladies and gentlemen of the JURY, the defendant was WEARING
panties as outerwear, and according to the dress code, she was not
permitted to wear a shirt."  Crysta's voice got louder each time the man
pumped.  He pumped a few more times, then sighed, and collapsed onto
Crysta as he came.  The boys in the jury box were at full attention, and
the girls were all wet from excitement as Crysta continued, undaunted. 
"So instead, she wore the necklace you see here."  Crysta gestured to
Donna as the next man positioned himself to enter Crysta.  "I URGE you to
find the defendANT not guilty."  With that, Crysta was done.  But she let
the man pick her up and enter her from the front.  She wrapped her arms
and legs around him, spreading her pussy and asshole wide.  He held her,
supporting her ass, and pushed a couple fingers into her asshole as he
bounced her up and down.  She let his dick slide in and out of her
slippery pussy.   Her nipples were hard as they rubbed against his firm
chest.  "Oh!" she screamed as they came together.  He stopped bouncing,
and just hugged her, his fingers still massaging her asshole.  After a
moment of snuggling, he set her down, and left. Donna came over to her, and
kissed her tenderly.  "It was a great closing," she said. The judge banged
his gavel.  Crysta found her glove dress, and put it on again, and stood
facing the judge.  She kept her legs apart, because her pussy and asshole
were still throbbing with excitement, not caring that the spectators could
see everything.  Donna stood next to her, with her shoulders back, her
tiny shirt draped over her firm breasts.  Donna's nipples were hard from
watching Crysta and Harriet getting fucked during their closing
statements.  She ran her fingers up and down Crysta's butt crack as she
replayed the sex scene in her mind.  Crysta responded by spreading her
legs further and fully relaxing her cheeks, and Donna gently caressed her
asshole as the judge began speaking.  The girls played this sex game as
often as they could -- the game is played when one girl rubs the tender
area between the other's legs and cheeks, which must be fully relaxed and
opened for full access.  The objective of the game for Donna is to make
Crysta cum, and for Crysta to try not to cum while avoiding clenching her
cheeks. "Members of the jury, it is up to you, now, to assess the facts of
the case, and determine if Donna violated the Dress Code by wearing a shirt
that was too small.  Bailiff, please escort the jurors into their room." 
The jurors stood as the two officers began escorting them out of the jury
box.  Each one of them was still quite obviously excited.  Within
seconds, a note was sent to the judge, asking to see the three items of
evidence.  The judge asked Donna to strip, which she did reluctantly,
having grown attached to the prosecutor's shorts, then the bailiffs brought
the items into the jury room.  A minute later, they sent out another note,
asking if Donna would come into the jury room so they could compare her
size to that of the clothing. The bailiffs escorted the naked Donna into
the jury room, and remained there to watch over Donna while the jury did
their examination.  The foreman, still erect, asked Donna if she wouldn't
mind getting on the table on her elbows and knees.  Donna looked around,
hoping someone would object to that, but no one did, not even the
bailiffs.  So Donna knelt on the table, and lowered herself onto her
elbows, ass high in the air.  The foreman asked Donna to close her eyes,
so she did, dreading what was to come.  He spread her legs apart, and
slathered her ass with K-Y.  One by one, the male jurors banged Donna,
some in her ass, others in her pussy.  She lost count of the number of
guys who fucked her, but she knew it was more than six, so she knew some of
them took seconds. Finally, when the guys were all done, the girl jurors
said it was their turn.  They made Donna lick their pussies and give rim
jobs until her tongue was sore.  Again, Donna lost count, but she's sure
each juror came at least once.  Finally, they excused her, and she went
back to the court room, exhausted. A short time later, the jurors filed
into the courtroom, and told the judge they had reached a verdict. Donna
was sore and tired, but satisfied she had done a good job in the Jury room,
so she expected a favorable verdict.  That's why she was stunned when the
jury said "Guilty", and horrified when the judge pronounced sentence: she
would be required to arrive, fully clothed, to the courtyard outside the
dining hall, and allow herself to be tied up beneath the "Code of Conduct"
sign, and then she would have to stop passers-by and beg to be stripped. 
Once naked, she would have to think sexy thoughts to try to make herself
wet, at which time she would have to be fucked by at least three boys and
remain naked for two hours, whichever is longer.  As she listened to the
details of her punishment, the courtroom faded to black, and disappeared. 
She awoke to Crysta slapping her face, and asking if she was alright.  I
must have fainted, she thought.  She managed to get to her feet, and found
that Crysta was hugging her and talking about celebration.  "What are you
talking about, Crysta?" "Your verdict -- not guilty!" said Crysta. Donna
looked around, and found all the spectators cheering.  "I thought, I mean,
..." Donna was really confused.  Had I?--I must have imagined the guilty
verdict as I blacked out.  "You are free to go, Donna," said the judge.





   Shorts Part 8: Epilog Donna was so relieved at being found "not guilty"
of indecency that she didn't even care that she was naked as she left the
courtroom.  She just wanted to go with Crysta to start celebrating.  She
was so giddy with joy, she didn't even think of stopping by her room to get
some clothes.  She grabbed her roommate and kissed her hard.  Crysta
responded, making Donna wet all over again, but she didn't mind.  "Let's
go to the pub at the Student Center," she said. Crysta kissed her one more
time, and the girls rubbed their hairless pubic mounds together before
exiting the courtroom.  Once outside, Donna was shocked to see a throng of
reporters and photographers.  Their flashes blinded her as she approached
the landing at the top of the courthouse steps, and they shouted questions
at her.  With Crysta at her side, she listened carefully as the
photographers continued shooting up at the girls, and got the gist of their
questions.  Apparently, her not guilty verdict had cleared up a murky
aspect of the Dress Code, and cleared the way for all the girls of the
college to go topless in public if they so chose.  It seems this was a
major test case of the Dress Code.  Donna became the hero of girls all
over campus who yearn to let their breasts go free. "OK, OK!" Donna said,
raising her arms to silence the reporters.  "I'll say something now." 
Donna looked radiant in her naked beauty.  She smiled and tossed her hair,
which made her even more gorgeous.  The reporters got quiet, but the
photographers kept clicking away.  Crysta kept her hands down, so her
glove dress would cover her, but the photographers kneeling on the steps
below the girls could see Crysta's pussy.  Donna saw how tense Crysta was
under the glare of the photographers' lights, so she played a little game
the girls share, to put her roommate at ease.  She slipped her fingers
between Crysta's butt cheeks, and gently rubbed the sensitive areas
there.  Crysta smiled, spread her legs apart, and relaxed her cheeks to
give Donna full access.  The rules of this game require the recipient of
the butt rub to relax and open herself fully.  Any tensing or squeezing
together of the butt cheeks or legs forfeits the game.  Donna sensed that
Crysta was enjoying the game, and probed Crysta's pussy from behind,
finding it quite moist.  Crysta widened her stance further and Donna
continued her ministrations as she spoke to the reporters.  "I'm glad my
case has opened up the possibilities for girls to go topless, but I want to
give Crysta the credit for discovering that loophole in the Dress Code." 
With her free hand, she gestured to her friend and roommate, provoking
another round of shutter-clicking. Crysta smiled and remained still, her
arms at her sides, her glove dress not quite covering her moist vital
parts, viewed from the front.  "Let me say two things," she said. 
"First, I must caution the girls who go topless that this loophole in the
Dress Code requires them to wear panties as outer-wear, not a skirt or
pants.  The Dress Code Inspectors will be out in force to make sure the
panties worn by topless girls are small enough to meet the stringent
definition of "panties" in the Code.  The most important thing to
remember, girls, is that your panties may not cover your tail bone, so be
sure the top half of your butt crack is left uncovered."  Crysta gestured
as she spoke, forgetting to cover up for the reporters.   "Roll the
waistband down, if necessary, or better yet, simply use scissors to remove
the waistband of your panties.  Also, the front of your panties may not
cover higher than the top of your vulva, and the Dress Code prohibits
visible pubic hair, so be sure to shave completely." Crysta continued,
"Second, it is well known that the Dress Code Inspectors have been cracking
down on girls who wear shorts, even though shorts are perfectly legal under
the Dress Code.  We think it's disgraceful that the inspectors have been
singling out girls wearing shorts, and making them strip naked, and stand
with their arms up in the air and their legs apart for long periods of
time.  It seems as if the inspectors are trying to discourage girls from
wearing shorts, which is unfortunate for those girls, like Donna, who
really enjoy wearing shorts." Donna hammed it up, raising her hands to the
sides of her face, saying, "So what's a girl to do?"  The girls had
rehearsed this speech several times, and they both knew it well. "I'm glad
you asked, Donna, because I've come up with a solution to your problem: a
new kind of shorts -- they're like shorts in every way except they lack the
little strip of cloth that goes between your legs.  They look like shorts
from the front, from the back, from the sides, when you're standing, and
when you're sitting, as long as you keep your legs together." Donna
continued playing the straight role.  "If they look so much like shorts,
and the inspectors are out to get us shorts-wearers, then how does this
help me?" Crysta replied, "When the inspectors are about, or if you're
pulled over wearing these shorts, just spread your legs, and it becomes
obvious you're really wearing a miniskirt.  If our theory is right that
the inspectors are targeting girls who wear shorts, then they'll just leave
you alone." "But if I have to spread my lets all the time," Donna said,
spreading her own legs in demonstration, revealing her glistening girlhood
once again, "then doesn't that defeat the purpose of wearing these
shorts?  I mean, the reason I wear shorts instead of a miniskirt is to
keep my pussy covered." Crysta countered, "That's the beauty of this new
item of clothing, Donna.  Most of the time they really do look like
shorts.  Just spread your legs a little; make it look like an accident
when you flash.  The inspectors will be looking between your legs but most
people won't notice.  You have the benefit of both worlds -- you will
appear to be wearing shorts and therefore fully covered, and you will be
able to flash 'by accident' to keep the inspectors away." Donna said, "I'm
sold!  What are they called, and where can I buy them?" Crysta said,
"They're called Mini Shorts and the two of us will be modeling them all
over campus.  Just find one of us for more information."