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   01 - Worst day of my life - Part 1 by KrlyB

   I cant believe all that happened on this fateful day!  It all happened
so fast!  It was a Saturday of June, and the weather was great.  My best
friend Alicia suggested we go to this huge water park in the nearby town. I
was glad to agree since it was the last weekend we could relax before
working on our exams.  We took the train for the one hour trip to Aqua
Park! The trip is long, but it's worth it.  We already went over there last
year and the place is so cool!  You have a lot of slides, huge swimming
pools with waves, some kind of river in the woods you ride with big
floaters, all that in the open air!  We finally made it and paid the fee to
enter.  It really was expansive, but we only come here once in a year, so I
already made my mind I wouldn't buy any CDs for one or two weeks.  Once
inside the park, we went to the change rooms and choose one to change.  We
were best friends since childhood and already saw ourselves naked countless
times during sleepovers, so we went to the same room.  I removed my top and
my skirt and rummaged in my bag to find my swimsuit.  Alicia was already
putting her bikini on.  I removed my towel from my bag, then my soap and
shampoo and began to panic: the bag was empty!

   "Ho fuck!  I forgot my swimsuit!" "Are you sure?  Did you look
everywhere?" "Of course I looked everywhere!  I didn't take it!  Fuck! 
Fuck!  Fuck!" "Let me look..." Alicia looked in my bag and had to admit it
wasn't there!  "Well, you could go in your underwear...  nobody would
notice the difference..." "Are you kidding?  Even if you were right, I
couldn't do that, I'm not wearing a bra!" She looked me over and sure
enough, I was just wearing panties as I already removed my outerwear. 
"Just go like that!" "Are you kidding?  This is not a beach, woman don't go
around topless!  It's like in a swimming pool, you don't show your breast
here!" Alicia looked me over silently for an instant then said: "Women
don't go around topless, OK.  But little girls sometimes do!  With your
small breast and petite stature, you could be mistaken for a little girl
who hasn't anything to hide up there yet..." "WHAT???  You're fucking out
of your mind!!" I know I have small breast - that's why I wasn't wearing a
bra - and I knew I'm often mistaken for younger than my age but she's got
to be kidding!  There's no way people would thin of me as a little girl
young enough to go around topless!  I'm sixteen for god's sake!  I told her
all that and she frowned and said: "Look, if you want to exit, go back home
and say good bye to your money for a useless two hours train trip, then do
it!  But with or without you, I'll definitely go in!  I'm not the one who
forgot her swimsuit!" And with that, she took her stuff and was about to
open the door.  "No wait!  Look...  let's talk about it...  there has to be
another way..." She stopped and thought it over.  "I don't see any other
way!  Besides you have nothing to loose!  If they think you are too old,
they'll just throw you away...  At least you would have tried it!" I
thought about it.  She was right, but I still had a problem with being
topless.  I mean, my breast is definitely not the part of my body I'm the
proudest of!  I always tried to hide my flat chest under loose clothes, and
here she's asking me to prance around topless in front of dozens of people!
"I don't know...  I've never been topless in public..." I said weakly.  "So
what?  What do you have to hide, anyway?" She was harsh on me!  I may have
small breast, but I wasn't completely flat either.  My tits were a little
swell, probably the thickness of my index finger.  But what made me
different from a little girl in my eyes were my nipples.  You see, I have
those wide areolas that take more than half the surface of my swellings. 
And my nipples are really long.  And I mean it.  Even when I'm not cold (or
horny), they poke out of my chest.  They are wider than a pen and as long
as my little finger's last phalange.  That definitely fit in the "to hide"
category!  But I couldn't bring myself to talk about my nipples to Alicia.
We may be best friends; it is a too sensitive matter to me.  So I answered:
"Nothing...  But..." "So what's the problem?  We shouldn't meet anybody we
know, anyway!  And I swear I won't tell anyone about this, ever!" "I don't
know..." "Look, you can just try!  There's always some security at the exit
of the change rooms.  If they let you in, there should be no problem for
the rest of the day!  And if you feel uncomfortable, you can always exit
when you feel like it.  I'm just asking you to try.  We paid to come here
and I don't want to spend the rest of the day alone..." She took my hand
and looked me in the eyes with that "caring friend" look and I thought what
the heck!  "Ok I'll try, but I really don't think it is gonna work!"
"Great! Lets go!" I put my stuff in my bag and we exited the changing
rooms. There were lockers on the wall just outside the change rooms. 
Alicia put her stuff in one locker and told me to put mine with hers.  The
locker was big enough and I wouldn't have to carry the key on a bracelet.
Still, I had a sinking feeling when she closed the locker.  There I was
wearing only panties in a crowded place!  Well it wasn't that crowded here,
but I knew there would be a lot of people outside the change room area! 
She put the key-bracelet around her ankle and headed to the exit.  She
said: "Try not to act embarrassed!  You have to look like an innocent
little girl who doesn't care about her breast." I quickly dropped my arms
to my sides - I had crossed them on my breast to try to hide those huge
nipples that were unexpectedly growing bigger right now, and it couldn't be
from the cold!  What was wrong with me?  I was almost shaking with
embarrassment when we arrived at the end of the hall.  Alicia passed in
front a young security woman.  When I was in front of her, she said: "Wait
a minute, little girl!  How old are you?  Are you over 12?" "Yes I am!" I
said.  "She's with me.  She is just 12!  Is there a problem?" said Alicia!
"No it's just that kids under 12 are not allowed on the slides!  Can she
swim?" "Ho!  I think she swims OK...  Don't worry!  I'll keep an eye on
her!" "You can ask for arm bands over there, if you need..." "OK thank
you!" "Be careful and have fun!  And don't run, you could slip easily." She
said that last looking at me with a smile.

   Alicia took my hand and pulled me away.  I was completely speechless! 
That woman wondered if I was more than 12!  She thought I could possibly be
younger!!!  Is she blind or something?  I couldn't believe the way they
talked about me like I was some 12 year old girl having trouble to swim! 
I'm a good swimmer!  I already was at 12 anyway!  "See?  I told you it
would work!" said Alicia with a smile.  I looked around and started to
really panic!  We were just in front of a huge swimming pool with long
chairs around it.  This is the place people rest when they are tired. 
There was even a bar.  And the place was crowded!  Really crowded!  I
couldn't believe I was standing there wearing just my panties!  My panties,
for god's sake!  All that worry about me showing my tits made me completely
forget I was wearing panties instead of bikini bottoms!  Those were skimpy
white cotton panties, that rode high on the hips, and I began to worry
about what they would look like once they were wet.  They were certainly
not the modest kind of panties.  As Alicia led me to the first slide, I
felt them riding up my ass.  That worried me too because I may have girlish
breast, my ass is curvy and - I have been told - sexy.  That couldn't be
mistaken for a 12 year old ass!  I was pondering all that when Alicia
started to walk up the stairs to the slide.  I quickly followed her because
I didn't want to stay alone here!  I felt like a scared little girl!  I
wondered what worse could happen, but didn't have to wonder long.  A group
of teenage boys came behind me on the stairs.  I heard their comments:
"Wow! Look at that ass!" "Yeah!  It's hot!  And look!  She's topless!"
"Hey! You're right!  I bet her tits are hot too!" They didn't have to
wonder for long because the stairs stopped and there was a U-turn with just
a slope between me and them.  I turned and faced them - I didn't have a
choice, I couldn't walk backwards - and they were all staring at my breast!
My face turned red and I tried to walk nonchalantly.  Once I was further,
the comments came back.  "Looks like you lost your bet!" "I don't agree...
Did you see those nipples?  I would love to play with them!" That one sent
a tingle in my nipples.  They grew bigger.  I scratched one without
thinking and gasped!  It was so sensitive I felt like melting!  What was
wrong with me?  I dropped my hand and caught back on Alicia.

   We came to the top of the stairs, and Alicia went down the slide.  I had
to wait like forever for a red light to turn green before I could go.  The
boys were just behind me making all sorts of comments on my ass and
nipples. I was glad when it finally turned green.  I dove head first on my
front because I didn't want to show them my tits again.  That was a mistake
because each bump between the pieces of the slide sent like an electric
jolt in my nipples.  They were over stimulated and I could feel my pussy
growing wet, and not from the water of the slide.  I was actually moaning
when I reached the end of the slide.  I was thrown in the air and landed in
a pool.  I swam up for air but a little too quickly because that sent my
panties around my ankles!  If I hadn't the reflex to flex my feet, I would
have lost them!  But I was in swimming pool too deep to put my feet on the
ground and I had to swim away before the boys came down.  I was sinking and
had the reflex to swim to keep my head above the surface.  That sent my
panties off of my left foot.  I pulled my right leg up and caught them with
my hand before I lost them for good.  I started to swim to the edge,
totally naked with my panties balled up in my hand.  The pool was big in
it's not that easy to swim with only one hand.  Especially when you are in
state of panic like I was!  I hadn't swum half the distance when the boys
started falling from the slide behind me.  Oh my god!  This can't be
happening!  I started to swim faster, but I was short of air.  The nipple
teasing in the slide had left me completely breathless.  One of the boys,
then a second one swam past me -one on each side- and reached the edge of
the pool just in front of me.  They turned around and looked at me with big
smiles.  I reached the edge and held onto it with my free hand while
holding my panties tightly in the other hand.  Oh god!  Did they know I was
naked?  I couldn't put my panties back just in front of them, could I? 
They were on each side of me really close, almost touching me!  One of them
asked me if I needed help to exit the water.  I declined in a whisper. 
Please please please go away!!!  Alicia came to me and probably thought
they were bothering me.  She wanted me to give her my hand so that she
could pull me out of the water.  "Wait!  I have to catch my breath back!"
She looked at me with a suspicious look.  "Are you OK?  You look
flustered..." "I'm OK!  I was just...  surprised by the speed of that
slide..." "Really?  This is a slow one, you know?" The other boys were
there too by that time and they exited the water.  But they didn't go away!
They stayed right there!  They probably wanted to have another look at my
body.  Other people were falling from the slide and I started to worry that
somebody would notice I was naked.  I tried to untangle my panties under
the water with one hand, but that's not easy!  I finally had them correctly
and tried to put my foot in the correct hole.  Alicia was starting to be
impatient.  "Are we going yet?  I want to try the faster ones!" Just a
minute!  I'm trying to put my panties back on!  Of course I didn't say that
out loud.  But she was right, I had to be quick because there were people
coming from the slides, and the boys were starting to suspect something.  I
let go of the hand holding the edge of the pool and used both my hands to
put my panties back on under the water.  Of course that made me sink and I
had to swim back up- carefully this time!  I then used both my hands to
pull myself out of the water.  I couldn't avoid some slippage of my panties
by doing so, but they mostly stayed at hip level, just short of showing my
pussy, and probably displaying a good amount of butt cleavage at the back.
I stood up on shaky legs and adjusted them.  And gasped!  My god they were
completely see-through!  You could make out my very light blond patch of
hair above the lips (I trimmed it a lot, leaving just a very thin band of
hair, probably too thin to be visible from a certain distance; my hair was
very sparse to begin with, so there wasn't much hair left), and you could
make out every details of my pussy!  I could even see my clit trying to
escape its hood!  That's probably a consequence of the nipple teasing I got
in the slide!  The boys had really huge smiles, and I was happy to follow
Alicia who wanted to go to another slide.  They probably could see my butt
like it was naked when we left, but what choice did I have?

   I wanted to leave the park and dress again, but Alicia was walking fast
and I was too breathless to talk, so I followed her.  I didn't want to be
alone in here!  I could see the boys following us.  Alicia led us to
another slide.  This wasn't really a slide, much like an artificial river.
You had to take one of those huge floater and ride the river.  Alicia took
one and walked to the stairs leading to the start of the river.  I picked
one for me and followed her.  Once we were on top of the stairs, there was
some kind of pool were you can put your floater down to sit on it.  There
were a lot of people and we had to wait because the place was too small. 
We were waiting there when my fate decided to humiliate me some more. 
"Hey! It's Alicia!" We turned to look at the person who said that.  "... 
and her friend Erica!" (That -(TM)s my name, by the way...) I looked and
suddenly felt the blood leaving my face.  Here was Lisa - aka "The bitch" -
the girl I hated the most in my class!  She is a big blond girl with huge
breast always flirting with all the guys at school.  "Wow Erica!  I love
your swimsuit!  But didn't you forget to put one part on?" Next to her was
her friend Carry (another bitch like her) and to make it all worse, there
were John and Henry.  John was Lisa's current boyfriend and a jerk too. 
But Henry...  that's the guy I had a crush on since the beginning of the
school year!  I hadn't found the nerve to tell him yet, but now I knew I
could say good-bye to all my dreams with him!  What was he doing with those
bitches anyway?  "And look at your bottoms!  We can see everything thru
them!" The bitch was of course making fun of me and her friends were openly
laughing at me!  Why?  Why did I listen to Alicia?  Why did I come in here
wearing only panties?  Why did the bitch come here the same day?  And why
did she have to take Henry with her??  I was completely speechless.  "Could
you tell us why in the hell you are here topless with completely see-thru
bottoms?" The bitch wouldn't leave that unnoticed, of course; she had to
rub it in!  Alicia answered for me.  "She forgot her swimsuit, so I
convinced her to enter here in her underwear..." They all laughed at that.
Thank you Alicia for mentioning I was in my underwear!!!  "You could have
kept your bra too!" said a laughing Carry.  "She didn't have one..." added
Alicia.  I was glad she is my best friend!  What would an enemy do in her
place?  "It figures!  With those small tities, you really don't need one!"
said the bitch.  "Her tits are small but look at those nipples!  They are
huge!" That was Henry!  I guess my crush on him has just disappeared!  And
I thought that guy was sweet.  It figures with friends like those!  Now
everybody was looking at my nipples.  I put my arm in front of them, to the
disappointment of my public.  "Look!  There's a third one down there!  It
looks even bigger!" said John.  I looked down at the same time as everybody
and gasped.  "That's her clit, stupid!" said the bitch.  Oh god!  He was
right!  There was my clit, bigger than ever, trying to poke thru my
panties. Carry lowered her hand and touched it lightly.  "Wow!  I've never
seen one so big!" I moaned loudly and quickly put my hand in front of my
crotch!  What in the hell is she thinking about!  Touching my clit like
that in front of everybody!  She almost made me cum right there!  I was
completely breathless!  How could this happen to me?  This is definitely
the worst day of my life!  "She looks horny!" said Henry.  Yeah, thanks to
pointing that out.  "I can't wait to tell this to everybody at school!"
said the bitch.  That's it!  I'm dead meat.  Everybody will make fun of me
for the rest of my life, and here I was, hornier than I've ever been,
completely helpless.  Alicia took my arm and pulled me away, and sat me
down on my floater.  "Don't listen to them, Erica.  Let's go!" She pushed
me in the river and followed quickly.  I let myself go down with the river.
My brain had melted or something and I couldn't have any constructed
thought.  Luckily, they didn't follow really close, and we quickly left the
river and walked away.  Alicia wanted to continue, but there was no way I
could take more of this.  I told her I was done and wanted to leave.  She
tried to convince me to stay and at least to try the Superspeed slide, but
I told her to go ahead, and I'd wait for her at the exit.  She told me she
understood and said she'd be quick.  I told her to take her time, I didn't
mind waiting outside (and dressed!!).  We had paid for this after all, and
I didn't want to spoil her day too.  With a quick hug, we separated.

   I went to the locker room the faster I could.  The security women told
me again not to run.  Of course she still believes I'm a 12 year old
girl... I was glad to be inside that building.  I'll finally be able to
dress!  I came to the locker and blanched.  The key!  Alicia has the key! I
cannot dress!  I have to find her!  I almost dropped down on my knees to
cry.  How could I forget about that fucking key?  How is it possible for a
situation like that to become worst every minute?  I waited a minute to
compose myself and headed to the exit, determined to find Alicia quickly
and get into my clothes as soon as possible.  "I said don't run!" The
security woman was looking at me with a frown.  I walked until I was out of
view and then ran, heading to the Superspeed slide.  That was where Alicia
wanted to go.  I headed to where the slide ended, but she was nowhere to be
seen.  Maybe she was still in the queue at the start of the slide.  I could
see people up there.  I ran to the stairs and headed up.  Once I was on
top, I just saw her go down the slide!  That's just great!  I was again
completely breathless and tried to catch my breath.  The queue was
gradually ending, but I didn't want to go down that slide!  Especially
after what happened after the first slide.  I looked down the stairs, and I
saw the bitch and her friends heading up.  Oh god!  There's no way I could
walk past them.  They would tease me merciless!  I did the only thing I
could do: I went down the slide.  I was on my back and screamed all the
way. This slide was really fast!  In about 2 seconds, I was thrown in the
air and splashed in a pool.  While trying to go to the surface, I felt my
panties had slipped again!  They were completely off one leg.  They were
around my right ankle.  I tried to lift my leg to catch them like I did
after the first slide, but they slipped away!  I mean one instant they were
around my ankle, and the next instant, they were gone!  Nothing around my
ankle, nothing in my hands!  Now this was really bad!  I tried to spin my
arms around, hoping to find them but I quickly felt breathless.  I had to
go up to the surface.  I swam up and took a big gulp of air.  I looked
around me and lost any hope to find my panties.  We were in a big pool, and
the water coming out of the slide had carried me away, and I couldn't see
through the water.  There was no way I would find my panties back.  And the
bitch and her friends would be coming down in an instant!  What should I
do? I was now at the edge of the pool, still trying to find my panties. 
Then I saw John falling from the slide.  I couldn't stay there!  I bolted
out of the water and ran naked, heading to the changing room.  I thought
I'd lock myself in a changing room and wait for Alicia to come back there.
I heard whistles and catcalls.  Every head was turned to me!

   Nothing worse than whistles and humiliating comments happened during my
dash to the changing room (it is bad enough!).  I was about to enter the
building when a hand grabbed my arm.  "I TOLD YOU NOT TO RUN!!!  Fuck!  The
security woman!  "And what happened to your swimsuit, young lady?" "I ...
hu...  lost it..." "You lost it?  What were you up to when you removed it
in the first place?" "No...  I didn't..." "I know!  You didn't do it on
purpose, it was an accident, and it wasn't your fault.  I hear this shit
everyday!" "But I..." All the people around us were looking at me now. 
"You nothing!  Where's the person in charge of you?" "I...  lost her..."
"You lost her, hu?  Just like your swimsuit?  Maybe she is in the lost and
found box?" What was wrong with this woman?  I felt like the little girl
she thought I was.  "I don't know..." "Well I don't know where she is, but
I'm certainly not letting you run around naked until I find her!" That was
a good plan!  I would hide in the changing room while shed look for Alicia!
"Come with me!" What?  NO!!!  She dragged me toward the slides area, right
where I came from.  People who saw me running naked were still there to
have a second good look at me!  And with that female-dragon-woman holding
my arm like I was just a toy in her hand, there was no way I could cover
anything!  Now my humiliation was complete!  Well I thought it was.  But it
was about to get much worse!  Guess who came just in front of us?  You have
it: the Bitch and her friends!  "Now, now what do we have there!" she said
with a smile even bigger than any smile I've ever seen in my life.  "Do you
know her?" asked the security woman.  "Of course I know her!" answered the
Bitch.  "Do you know where the girl who was in charge of this little brat
here is?" "In charge?  Ho!  That would be Alicia...  No I don't know where
she is.  What happened?" "Well, this girl wouldn't listen to me when I told
her not to run.  And she happened to 'loose' her swimsuit.  It's the first
time I heard of anything like that.  Could you believe it?" "She lost her
swimsuit?  How could that happen?  She must have removed it before she lost
it somewhere..." "That's what I thought.  How could you loose your
swimsuit! That's silly!" "I think she needs a good correction" said the
Bitch, while she gave me a swat right on my ass.  I was stunned.  She just
spanked me here in front of dozens of people.  There was quite a crowd now
around us.  The security woman was still holding one of my arms, and my
other arm was hanging at my side.  I felt completely helpless in this
situation.  I was the deer caught in the headlights.

   At that time, Alicia arrived.  She was really surprised to see me naked
with all those people around me.  She came over and asked what happened. 
The security woman explained again what she said to the Bitch and hinted
that I probably needed a good correction.  I wanted to scream that I wasn't
a little girl, but that would make things worse.  She would know I had lied
to her about my age before.  Alicia managed to keep her calm and said she
would bring me back home and handle my case with my parents.  She said they
were very strict and I would regret my behavior.  She was so serious I
feared she would tell my parents for real.  She then took my arm and told
me I'd better behave now.  The Bitch administered another spat on my ass
and said I needed a warm up before tonight, and I almost jumped on her. 
She was lucky Alicia held my arm!  How dare she?  Alicia then led me to the
changing room and scolded me all the way like I was a little girl.  I
certainly fell like one!  We finally reached the locker.  Alicia took our
stuff and we entered a change room.  There, she hugged me and I cried on
her shoulder for an eternity.  She dried me and dressed me in my top and
skirt (I had no underwear left).  We finally left and headed home.  I
didn't say a word on the trip back home while Alicia tried to comfort me. I
couldn't stop thinking about what happened and about what would happen at
school when everybody will know - I had no doubt they would.  I reached my
house and went straight to my bedroom.  I removed my clothes, laid down on
my bed and masturbated.  I had more than five of the biggest orgasms of my
life, and then fell asleep.

   That's how ended the worst day of my life...



   02  -" It -(TM)s getting worse!  by KrylB

   I told you the other day about the worst day of my life (see story: "The
worst day of my life")...  All that happened to me on that day was really
worse than anything I've lived until that day.  I was seen topless, then
naked by dozens of people at the water park, including the biggest bitch of
the school: Lisa.  The worst of all was that I couldn't really blame
anybody.  I willingly entered that park topless, because I forgot my
swimsuit and Alicia convinced me that with my small breast, I could be
mistaken for a little girl and it wouldn't be a problem to walk around
wearing just my panties.  She was curiously right concerning the security
woman who let me enter the park, but that brought me to expose myself to a
lot of people.  I even lost my panties after going down one speedy slide
and ended up naked in front of everybody, including two girls and two guys
from my school (one of them I had a crush on!).

   When I came back to school on Monday, I could see everybody whispering
while looking at me.  Lisa the Bitch had already spread the word about my
adventure.  I met her in front of my locker - she was obviously waiting for
me - and looked at her with pleading eyes.  "Hi Erica!  I see you didn't
forget to wear clothes today?" People were laughing around us.  I didn't
answer and clenched my fists.  "Too bad!  You were so sexy with those two
tiny tities of yours exposed the other day!" I still didn't answer.  What
could I say?  People were really laughing hard by now.  "But that was
nothing compared to when you ended up completely naked!  I wouldn't have
thought you'd look so childish naked!  You have almost no hair and your
tits are so small I think my ten year old sister has bigger ones than you!"
She really was a bitch!  What did she want?  Humiliate me some more?  That
was working!  She walked closer to me.  "That's because of those loose
clothes you wear!" She caught the hem of my t-shirt with both her hands and
lifted it as high as she could.  I lifted my hands to try to catch my
t-shirt but that was a bad idea because she could lift it higher.  I was
caught with my arms at face level, and my t-shirt turned inside out around
my face.  I wasn't wearing a bra and my tits were exposed to everyone in
the hall!  It wasn't intentional, I don't own any bra.  My mother didn't
want to buy me one because she said I don't need one.  She always said she
would buy me one when I'd get something to put in it.  Well, thanks to her,
all the people around me could see I didn't need one!  Lisa tried to pull
on my t-shirt to remove it completely and there wasn't a lot I could do. 
She had it off me in a second and there I was topless in the school hall
trying to hold onto my t-shirt while she was trying to get it free.  I
heard a little tearing sound but just at that time we heard a teacher
yelling at the end of the hall.  "What's all the commotion here?" Lisa
quickly let go of my t-shirt and I put it on the faster I could.  When the
teacher came to us, I was just finishing putting the t-shirt down.  That
was close!  He looked at me with a suspicious look and said: "What's going
on here?" "Nothing..." I said weakly.  I didn't dare turning Lisa in and
when I glanced at her I saw an evil sparkle in her eye.  She now knew she
could get away with stripping me of my t-shirt in front of everybody, and I
wouldn't dare telling a teacher.  She was already thinking about what she
would do to humiliate me further, but I didn't realize any of this.  I felt
way too embarrassed and only wanted to think about something else and go
away from her!  She walked away, saying: "I'll see you later, Erica!" I
didn't like the way she emphasized the word "see"!  The teacher looked me
over and said: "It looks like you dressed in a hurry this morning: your
t-shirt is inside-out, with the back in front!" he said with a smile.  I
looked down, and sure enough, there was the label that should be in my
back, hidden inside the t-shirt.  I turned redder than I was (which was
really red, I can tell you!) and mumbled a thank you.  I quickly left to
the toilets to put it back correctly.

   I rushed into a stall and locked myself.  I sat down and put my face in
my hands.  That was too much!  I knew I would be teased, but she stripped
me!  I was glad I was wearing trousers, and not a skirt!  She would
probably have lifted it too!  How dare she doing something like that!  I
removed my t-shirt and gasped when it caught on my nipples.  There were so
hard!  I realized I was horny as hell!  I dropped my jeans down along with
my panties because I had to piss.  When I was done I took some paper and
patted my pussy.  I almost came on the spot!  I couldn't avoid moaning and
heard some giggles outside the cubicle.  Oh god, now I'm humiliating myself
on my own!  I quickly put my jeans and panties back on and tried to put the
t-shirt correctly.  There was a tearing under my right arm.  I could hide
it if I kept my arm down.  Damn hot weather!  I didn't have a sweater with
me!

   I walked out of the stall and there were five or six girls looking at me
with big smiles.  I went to the sink and tried to put my hair correctly,
forgetting I was showing the hole in my t-shirt to the girls at my right.
"Did you enjoy yourself in there?" asked one of them.  I pretend not to
hear and blushed scarlet while they all laughed at me.  "It is hot in here!
I think you need some more ventilation!" She grabbed my t-shirt where it
was torn and pulled it apart.  I screamed and she let go, but not before
she had torn it some more.  They all left the bathroom still laughing at
me. I looked at my t-shirt and it was bad.  The tearing started under my
arm - there was only 2 or 3 cm of material still holding the short sleeve
together - and ran down to 10 cm before the hem.  The t-shirt being loose,
it hung on my side.  There was no way I could hide the tearing!  I turned
to my left and bent over slightly to see the effect in the mirror.  I could
see both my nipples thru the tearing!  I would have to be careful!  I heard
the ring and took a deep breath!  I had no time to loose, I still needed to
take some book in my locker before going to class, and I would be late.

   I walked into the hall holding my t-shirt around me and reached my
locker.  There weren't a lot of people left in the hall.  I had to let go
of my t-shirt to open my locker and take my books.  I think one guy looked
at me with a smile but I'm not sure what he saw.  I didn't stop to ask him.
I walked to my classroom and entered.  The teacher had already started and
asked me to go to the board right away because I was late.  He was teaching
mathematics.  He told me to solve some exercise on the black board.  I
dropped my books on one free table in the front row and went to the board.
I took a chalk and started to write.  I was lucky he was on my left because
I was unable to hold onto my t-shirt.  I just hope nobody from the audience
could see something.  I was quickly forgetting about my t-shirt while I
concentrated on the exercises.  After I solved them all, he congratulated
me and asked me to clean the board before sitting down.  Without thinking,
I went to the right of the board and bent over to get the sponge.  The
whistles and applauses I got from my classmates made me realized I just
flashed them!  Oh god!  Thankfully, the teacher didn't understand what
happened.  I cleaned the board and sat down carefully.  This was going to
be a long long day!

   When the class was over, I was surrounded by jerks and bitches trying to
make fun of me (my classmates...).  "I like your outfit!  Is it the new
trend?" "No, I think she just like showing off." "Yeah I saw her topless
this morning..." "Doesn't topless means: 'with nothing on top'?  I think
that fits her perfectly!" "Yeah!  She's got nothing up there!  I thought it
was a boy this morning before I recognized her!" "Hey Erica, wait!  We
wanna see some more!" I felt a hand grabbing my t-shirt and heard it
tearing some more.  Everybody laughed but I managed to get free and to
enter the next classroom.  The teacher was already there so they left me
alone.  I sat in the back and looked at my t-shirt.  The sleeve was only
held by two threads, and the tearing was almost reaching down to the hem. I
don't know how I'll finish the day.  Nothing happened during this period
and I carefully waited that everybody had left before leaving the
classroom. When I got up, I felt a little tug and heard a tearing.  I
looked down and sure enough, the bottom of the t-shirt had caught on the
chair and I had torn it all the way!  The only think still holding my
t-shirt on my right side was the two threads on the sleeve!  How could I be
so careless?  I just tore my t-shirt myself!  I suddenly had an image in my
mind of myself completely tearing my clothes and running out of the
classroom naked.  I could feel my nipples hardening, my pussy getting wet
and my embarrassment raising.  What was wrong with me?  How could I have
such thoughts?

   I tried to tug the t-shirt in my pants, but it was too short.  I tried
to tie a knot with the two hanging pans but I had to pull it really tight
to do this.  I managed to tie a knot (that wouldn't stay tied for long) but
heard a small tearing sound.  Great!  Now I was tearing the left side as
well!  I looked at it and it wasn't a big tearing, so I guess it wouldn't
really be a problem.  I was more worried about the right side.  With the
knot, the tearing was really open and you could easily see I was not
wearing a bra.  It made the t-shirt tighter on my chest too and you could
see my nipples poking at it on my flat chest.  This would be really
embarrassing, but I had no choice.  I held my books to my chest and went
into the hall.  The knot choosed to untie itself when I was in the middle
of the hall.  I tried to grab the two parts of the t-shirt with my right
hand.  Of course this had the effect of lengthening the tearing on the
other side.  I was so nervous I couldn't control my strength.  I reached
the toilets and once again locked myself in a stall.  I tied the knot again
but it was doing no good to the tearing on the left side!  The tearing was
already at half the height of the t-shirt.  And with the knot pulling on
the other side, the tearing was open wide!  If I continue this way, I'll
end up topless for the day!  I carefully exited the bathroom and went to my
last class of the morning.  I sat down in the back and felt the knot loosen
when I sat down.  I tried to retie it discretely but everyone around me was
staring with big smiles on their faces.  I was more and more nervous, so it
wasn't a surprise when I felt the tearing on my left side reach under my
arm.  I looked down and had to loosen the knot because it exposed too much
on my left side.  My nipple was almost exposed!  I spend the entire period
with my arms crossed, trying to hold my t-shirt.  I'll have to find a
better solution at noon!  I'll try to meet Alicia to ask her help.

   When the class ended, I once again waited for everybody to leave.  I
went in the hall and there was Lisa, waiting for me!  Oh god!  What was she
doing there?  I was in trouble.  I tried to ignore her and walk past her,
but she grabbed my t-shirt!  Fuck!  My t-shirt!!  "Not so fast young lady!"
I felt the knot untie and heard a big rip sound!  The t-shirt was
completely torn!  She had it in her hand!  I was once again completely
topless in the hall!  For one second, she was as speechless as me.  She
looked at me, then at the torn t-shirt in her hands, then at me again.  She
then laughed so hard I thought she would alert the whole school.  I took
off running down the hall...  topless!!  What was I going to do?  Everybody
was looking at me and I had nowhere to go.  I spotted Alicia and ran to
her. "Erica!  What happened?  What are you doing here topless?" I was
openly crying now and could only sob.  I couldn't find my words and she
quickly led me to the toilets.  Once there I explained to her how Lisa had
stripped me of my t-shirt once in the morning, then a second time, tearing
it up in the process.  She comforted me and told me she would help me.  She
was wearing overalls with a t-shirt.  She said she could give me her
overalls if I gave her my pants.  I wouldn't be that covered, but it'd
still be better than topless!  We went into a stall and I removed my pants
and gave them to her.  I was only wearing my panties and my shoes.  I
really felt unsecured but Alicia was quickly out of her overalls and handed
them to me.  She put my pants on while I put the overalls on.  She is
bigger than me so my pants were a little short on her but she looked decent
enough.  I clasped the straps and looked down.  My nipples were just hidden
by the front part.  You could see I wasn't wearing anything under.  I felt
completely naked!  To make matters worse, it hung to low on the sides and
you could see the sides of my panties on my hips.  Those were white cottons
with little red hearts printed.  I tried to lower the waistband, but the
opening was really low and the only way not to show my panties was to lower
them to below my buttocks.  I pulled them back up reluctantly.  Alicia
suggested that I removed them completely but I didn't want!  I felt naked
enough like that!  I was resigned to show the sides of my panties.  I
thanked Alicia profusely and gathered my courage to exit the stall.  Once
in front of the mirror, I gasped.  I was half naked!  My nipples were
barely covered and if I moved my upper body around, they would be
uncovered! The white bands of my panties caught the eye against the dark
denim of the overalls.  I felt as helpless as the other day at the water
park.  Each movement put friction on my nipples, and they were really hard!
And anybody staying on my side could see that!  They were pushing the front
part of the overalls away from my body!  Alicia tried to reassure me, told
me it would be OK.  She felt bad for me, but couldn't give me her t-shirt
and walk around in her bra!

   We parted and I walked to my next classroom, hearing all sort of
comments on my outfit, especially on my panties.  They seemed to draw a lot
of attention!  That was so embarrassing!  I never understood how girls
could wear those low rider pants with their underwear showing at the back!
Especially when they are wearing a thong!  I'd rather not wear panties at
all instead of showing to the world I'm wearing a thong.  Well that's in a
normal situation.  Here I was showing the sides of my panties to everyone
and I was considering Alicia's suggestion of removing them.  I don't like
those panties anyway!  The little hearts are so childish!  I made my mind
and quickly walked back to the ladies.  I removed the overalls then the
panties.  I put the overalls on again and dropped the panties in the bin. I
hadn't any pocket or bag to carry them so I hadn't any choice.  I walked
out of the ladies and walked quickly to my next classroom.  I got the same
amount of comments, but this time it was not about my panties.  I don't
know if it was really better, but it was too late to change my mind now.

   The class was eventful.  I had a lot of stares from the boys since my
nipples were hard to hide when I was sitting.  Each time I had to write
something down, I had to bend a little and the front part of the overalls
fell down in front of me.  I could see most of my hips were on show too
since the open sides were low.  I wasn't sure to be more covered then
topless in my pants, but I suppose it would be too obvious.  At the end of
the period, Alicia was waiting for me.  "I see you got rid of your
panties!" she said much too loud for my taste.  "Yes" I whispered frowning
at her.  "That's much better!  There weren't really sexy!  You should stop
wearing those childish underwear, you know?  I should take you shopping for
underwear one of these days..." "We'll se about that later!  I just wish I
had a t-shirt to wear right now!" "Don't worry!  You look cute like that!"
"I'm not sure about that...  I think I look naked!" "Well...  that too! 
But I think it makes you look cuter!" "Thanks" I wasn't sure about that
comment.  Maybe she was true, but it didnt make the experiment less
humiliating!  After putting our stuff in our lockers, we walked to the
cafeteria for lunch.

   When we were finished eating, Alicia suggested we go outside to enjoy
the sun.  I just wanted to hide, but didn't know where so I followed her. I
realized that my nipples where playing hide-and-seek with my overalls when
I walked.  Each step brought one into view alternatively.  I crossed my
arms on my chest, but that left my naked hips completely exposed.  We sat
in the grass and chatted.  I tried to explain my feelings to Alicia and she
seemed understanding.  She wasn't surprised when I told her all this is not
only making me very embarrassed, but horny as hell too!  She said she
noticed, pointing out my nipples with a giggle.  This made me blush some
more.  I wonder how many people noticed my state like her.

   I began to relax a little bit.  There weren't people really close to us
and I laid down in the grass.  The sun felt good, and the emotions I had
this morning had me a little tired.  I dozed off and was awaken by the
ringing of the bell.  I got up and yawn.  I was still half asleep but felt
something falling around my legs.  I looked down, and there were my
overalls!  I was completely naked, with my arms up and legs slightly spread
from the yawning!  I screamed and ducked with one hand in front of my
nipples, and one hand in front of my crotch.  I heard lot of laughter
around me!  I used the hand that was covering my crotch to catch the
overalls and try to pull them up.  I still felt dizzy from the sleep and
fell on my back.  I had to use both hands to get up again and this time
didn't try to cover up and used both my hands to pull the overalls up.  I
had trouble to snap the straps with my shaking hands but finally made it.
Everybody was laughing and cheering.  I looked at Alicia, and she was
laughing her ass off!  "What happened?" I asked numbly.  "You should have
seen your face!  It was priceless!" "But how did it happen?  Who undid the
straps?" "Well you seemed to enjoy your exposures of this morning and you
looked so cute asleep in the grass...  I couldn't resist!" I couldn't
believe it!  Alicia!  My best friend!  She just helped me humiliate myself
in front of more than 50 people from my school!  How could she do that to
me?  "Oh come on!  Dont look at me like that!  It was just for fun!  You
really should relax some more...  It's not a big deal!" Is she becoming
crazy?  Not a big deal?  I was naked there!  In front of a lot of people!
Of course there were much more people who saw me naked at the water park,
but now, it was at school!  That makes it much worse for me!  How could I
face all those people now?  She didn't seem to mind.  Of course she wasn't
the one they saw naked!

   I pondered all this while we walked inside.  I better understand why she
suggested I should go topless in my panties in the water park!  She was
trying to embarrass me as well!  At least, she wasn't being mean like Lisa,
but still it wasn't funny at all!  We parted as we weren't in the same
class.  As I walked to my class, I felt the right strap of my overalls
unsnap.  I caught the front part just in time!  The strap was hanging
behind me and I tried to casually catch it with my right hand while I held
my overalls with my left hand.  I pull it over my shoulder and tried to
snap it again.  It looked like the snap had been damaged when I tried to
cover up quickly and nervously outside!  Or maybe it was Alicia?  I didn't
know if I could still thrust her!  Wait a minute!  I knew I couldn't thrust
her!  But I had no proof concerning the snap.  It still held, but it looked
like it could unsnap every second.  Great!  Just what I need!  Overalls
that unsnap when they feel like it!  I went to my locker and took the books
I needed.  When I closed it, my strap unsnapped again.  This time, my hands
were loaded with book, and I had to put them down on the ground to free
them.  I gave a good look at my right breast to a group of guys who were
more than happy to tell me they saw my big nipple.  I blushed deep red and
snapped my strap again.  I didn't know if there were still people in the
school who hadn't seen my naked breast yet!

   I reached my class.  I was late but thankfully the teacher wasn't there
yet.  I walked to one empty seat but froze before sitting.  Lisa was
sitting just behind!  I looked around to see if there were other free
seats, but it was the last one.  The teacher entered and I quickly sat
down, not wanting to attract his attention.  When I sat down, I felt my
strap unsnap and fall behind me.  I caught on the front part before it
showed my breast, and then tried to catch the strap hanging behind me with
my hand.  I couldn't find it so I looked over my shoulder.  Lisa was
holding my strap!  That's why I didn't find it.  She had a big smile on her
face and pulled out her scissors!  Oh god no!  I tried to tell her to stop
but the teacher called me: "Erica!  Please look this way and pay
attention!" "Yes sir sorry..." As I said that, I heard the "snip" of the
scissors.  I tried to feel in my back with my hand, and sure enough, the
Bitch had cut the strap right where it started!  I only had one strap left!
If I didn't hold the front part of the overalls, it would hang from the
left strap and display my right breast completely!  This is really getting
worse and worse!  I looked behind me and saw Lisa showing the strap to me
with a big smile.  She cut it in small piece with her scissors!  There was
no way I could get it back and tie it or something.  I spend the period
with my arms crossed.  How will I survive this ordeal?  I'll be naked by
the end of the day if she keeps on like that!  I hope Alicia won't get mad
about her destroyed overalls, too.

   At the end of the period, I carefully got up, holding my books with my
right hand while I held on the overalls with the left one.  I felt naked
with nothing on my right shoulder and just one strap holding the only
(indecent) piece of clothing I still had on.  In the hall, Lisa walked on
my right and Carry on my left.  I knew they were probably up to something
and tried to walk faster, but Lisa caught my overalls at hip level and told
me to slow down.  I didn't have a choice couldn't do anything with my two
hands busy.  "You know, those overalls look good on you, but I think they
reach to high, here on your hips." Oh god!  What was she up to?  I didn't
agree at all since you could see the upper half of my hips!  How could that
be too high!  But she obviously wanted to do something and I stopped and
started to shake when I saw her take her damned scissors!  I was completely
helpless to do anything and just stood there in the hall with my mouth
agape while she cut down the side of the overalls to mid-thighs level.  I
was hardly aware of Carry doing the same thing on the other side.  Oh my
god!  "There!  You look much better this way!" She pulled apart the
material and I was completely displayed!  I could see my pussy right there
in the open!  And people behind me were probably having a good look at my
butt!  She laughed and walked away with Carry.  The hanging parts fell back
in place, covering me more or less, but when I took a step, it opened
slightly, giving a good show of my naked sides!  And I couldn't hide
because I had to hold the front part on my chest, and my books.  Now this
was bad!  I still had one period before going back home.  I quickly went to
my locker (with everybody looking at me, of course) and put my books on the
ground to open it with my left hand.  I opened it and put all my books
inside.  I needed some of them for my last period but thought it was more
important to have two free hands to hold my clothes together!  I thought
about missing the class and going home now, but I already had a warning
because I missed school one day to go shopping with Alicia.  I walked to my
last class with everyone looking at me in the hall.  I heard all kind of
comments on my outfits.  Most guys thought it was cool, and most girls
thought I was a slut!  I felt mortified!  I used to be the one making that
kind of comment when a girl showed too much skin to my taste!  I was the
attraction of the day, and I thought I was lucky I didn't got in trouble
with a teacher yet!

   I was looking at the ground to avoid looking at people faces.  That was
why I ran straight into somebody.  I looked up to apologize and felt like
fainting.  It was my teacher for the last class!  He looked at me with a
smile and said: "Nice outfit!  Did you have some kind of accident with your
clothes?" "Well...  kind of..." "You're lucky it's nearly the end of the
day!  Come inside..." And he led me inside the classroom!  I couldn't
believe he didn't complain more on my outfit!  He was probably enjoying the
view!  Men are such dicks!  You show them some skin and they agree with
everything you do or say.  I was speechless with how easy it went!

   I quickly changed my mind about that when he asked me to come in front
of the classroom.  He started to ask me questions on the last lesson, and I
had to answer under his and the entire classroom's gaze.  That was so
embarrassing!  I could either face him and show my naked left side to the
whole classroom, or face the class and show him my naked right side!  I was
of course stupid enough to try both, flashing everybody in the process...
He then asked me to write on the board while he dictated what I needed to
write.  He was just sitting there staring at me, and I had to write
everything he said while holding the front part of my overalls with my left
hand!  The board was soon completely filled and I turned to him to tell him
I couldn't find a place to write.  He picked a sponge and launched it at
me. I had the reflex to let go of my overalls to catch it!  Of course, it
displayed my nipple, and all my side to my thigh!  Even my pussy was half
visible!  I quickly covered up again but I could see him adjusting his
trousers.  I shamefully cleaned the board and started writing again.  He
had me writing for the entire period!  I felt so exposed.

   When the period was over, I walked out of the class and headed for the
exit!  Finally, the end of the day!  Well not quiet: I still had to take
the bus home!  When I reached the door that led outside, I felt something
in my back.  My left strap suddenly became loose and I felt the back part
of my overalls falling behind me!  My back was naked down to my thighs!  I
looked around, and sure enough, Lisa was there with her scissors and her
evil smile!  I ran outside, still holding the front part with my left hand
and trying to catch the rear part with my right hand.  I felt the loose
left strap fall from my shoulder.  Without the weight of the overalls, it
came undone and fell on the ground.  My overalls were now strapless as well
as side less!  This was really indecent and I had to hold the material in
my back just above my butt while my other hands held the material in front
of my tits.  I ran like that to the bus.  I had to wait for 5 minutes
before the bus was there.  I got in and the bus was full.  I had to hold
onto a hanging handle but it was impossible since I needed both my hands. I
kept hitting people around me each time the bus accelerated or slowed down.
They were really giving me hard looks.  One woman said: "Take that handle!
You're going to hurt someone!" She probably knew I couldn't let go of my
overalls.  She was just mean!  The bus hit a big bump on the road and I had
to use both my hands to catch myself on a guy.  Of course my overalls fell
around my ankles.  The guy wouldn't let me go and asked if I was OK.  I
could see he didn't care if I was OK!  He was looking at my body the whole
time!  I finally pulled my overalls back up and got off the bus.  I reached
the safety of my home and was glad to see my parents weren't home yet.  I
entered, and went straight to my bedroom.  I removed those damn overalls
and had to masturbate to a huge number of orgasms before I managed to calm
down.

   I probably flashed even more people today than Saturday!  What would
tomorrow bring to me?



   03 - Even Worser by AMERICAN COWBOY

   It had been a while since my last humiliating experience at the cruel
hands of Lisa the Bitch.  The school year was progressing well enough
without incident, although I couldn -(TM)t help but feel a little paranoid
-- looking over my shoulder, wondering when the next time Lisa and her 
-œfriends - would strike.  A little paranoid, and yet, at the same time
excited with anticipation.

   Today was Saturday, and for some reason I found myself recalling that it
was a Saturday afternoon when I had that infamous day at the water park. 
Why were these memories coming back to me now, all of a sudden?  What was I
doing thinking about my naked ordeal, when I should be concentrating on my
history report, here in the library?  I was almost finished with this
hideous analysis of Jeffersonian Democracy.  Just had to write up the last
of eight pages of my notes, and then I could go home and type up the damn
thing on my computer.  Still, I was growing more apprehensive.  But what
could possibly happen in this quiet, deserted corner of the library?

   And then, much to my surprise, I saw my best friend Alicia round the
corner of one of the shelves of reference books, heading toward my table.
What the hell was she doing here?  Unlike me, diligently working to finish
my report, she would be waiting until the last minute to hand hers in next
Friday.  I couldn -(TM)t even begin to fathom what she was doing up this
early on a Saturday.

    -œHi, Erica, - she greeted me with a smile.  Although, it seemed to me
it was a nervous smile.

    -œUm, hello, Alicia.  I didn -(TM)t know you were going to be working
on this history project so soon, or else I would have asked you to come
with me. -

   My best friend looked to the side once, twisted one foot behind the
other leg.   -œOh, well --I knew you would be here, and I thought maybe you
could help me.  Mind if I borrow your notes? -

   Before I could say another word, Alicia reached down and grabbed all
eight pages of my notes in her fist.  Then she scurried back around the
corner of a looming bookshelf.  Now what was that all about?  She could
have at least pulled up a seat to keep me company.  I would have been happy
to share my notes with her.  But then -- wait a minute -- Alicia -(TM)s
topic wasn -(TM)t Jeffersonian Democracy!  Why would she need to look at my
report!

   Annoyed, I forcefully pushed back the wooden chair, which scraped loudly
against the floor tiles.  An old woman on the far side of the library
turned in my direction, then went about her business.  I was perplexed by
Alicia -(TM)s behavior, and determined to find out what she was up to.  Or
at least, get back my notes -- I had worked very hard on them!

   I marched myself up to the reference section, planning to confront my
friend about her ridiculous prank.  Of course, who should I find waiting
around the corner but Lisa!  And she was not alone --

    -œWell hello, Erica.  Long time, no see.  If you know what I mean. - I
knew exactly what she meant.  She, the Evil Queen of Stripping, had been
witness to my embarrassing adventures at the water park.  And then she had
single-handedly reduced my school clothes to shreds (well, the overalls
were Alicia -(TM)s) making me a laughing stock in front of my classmates. I
saw that Lisa had taken my report from Alicia, who was standing there with
a pitiful look on her face.  No willing accomplice was she, but must have
been threatened somehow and put up to this.  I -(TM)m sure she tried to
resist.  Gee, she could have tried a little harder.  Lisa continued in her
domineering, yet patronizing voice that so made me feel like a little girl.
 -œIt seems you have gone and misplaced your history report, Erica.  Lucky
for you, we happen to have found it before it disappeared for good. -

    -œYeah, eight pages -- front and back! - said Carry, one of Lisa
-(TM)s friends standing on the other side of Alicia.   -œHoly freak, I was
gonna only write a couple of paragraphs! -

   Then I noticed the lumbering hulk of Lisa -(TM)s big-jerk-boyfriend,
John, standing behind the three girls.   -œI guess she thinks she -(TM)s
smarter than the rest of us. -

   Lisa just smiled that wicked smile of hers, and flipped her blond hair
over her shoulder.   -œSo, Miss Smarty-Pants -- or maybe we should call you
Miss Underpants -- I guess you must really want these notes back.  Looks
like it took a lot of time to put them together -

   Yeah, I did want my notes back.  Yeah, I did put a lot of effort into
that fucking report.  But I did not like the tone of her voice, and I
certainly did not like where this was going.

    -œI propose a trade.  On gradual terms, so to speak.  You see, I will
hand over the first page of this report, if you will kindly remove your
shoes and give them to Alicia. -

   I opened my mouth to protest, but I was silenced when I saw Alicia
silently mouth  -œI -(TM)m sorry -.  She -(TM)s sorry!  My history notes
are being held for ransom by the school -(TM)s most obnoxious bitch, and
she -(TM)s sorry!  Well, what have I got to loose -- I am not doing all
that research over again.  Besides, how far could Lisa take this game of
hers, here in a public library!

   Resigned to my fate, outnumbered and realizing I was not in a position
to negotiate, I bent down and began to unlace my sneakers.   -œDo I get two
pages back for my pair of sneakers? -

   Frosty silence was my response, which I took for a  -œno -.  Without
further argument, I slid one then the other off my feet and kicked them
toward Alicia.  I noticed that John had produced a red duffle bag, and he
instructed my only friend (so I thought) to put them inside.

    -œVery good, - Lisa said.   -œHere is the first page of your report,
just waiting to be polished and typed up to make a breathtaking
introduction.  I can imagine the excitement you must have thrown yourself
into when you started this report.  Bet I bet you never thought it would
end like this.  Are you excited now? -

   No, I wasn -(TM)t excited.  I was mad, and a little afraid.  But then,
why did I feel an all-too-familiar hardening of my left nipple?

   Carry turned her attention toward me.   -œOK, Erica.  You can go back to
your table now.  I think you will find a surprise waiting for you, and
further instruction of how you can retrieve the rest of your report. -

   I was frustrated, but anxious and curious as well, which sent a tremble
of butterflies fluttering inside my tummy.  Slowly I turned around and
began padding softly back to my table.  I must admit, I felt foolish
walking in my ankle-high white cotton socks.  I almost slipped when I
reached the tiles floor and had to take a second to steady myself.  Coming
to the table, I raised my head only to look up at the dopey-grinning face
of Henry, the boy I used to have a crush on.  I don -(TM)t know what I ever
saw in him --

    -œGood morning, Erica, - Henry said sleepily.  It looked like he had
just rolled out of bed, and hadn -(TM)t bothered to brush his hair.   -œI
guess you -(TM)re wondering what you have to do to get the next page of
your notes.  Well, Lisa says you have to first give me your socks and then
I can tell you where she will be waiting for you. -

   Disgusted, I glared at him.  There was no point debating this dufus, I
knew well what was coming, though remained convinced this prank could only
go so far.  Bending my left leg behind me allowed me to peel off one sock,
all the while burning a hole through Henry with my eyes.  Once I had the
second sock off, I balled them up and threw it at his chest.

    -œHey, don -(TM)t get mad at me!  I -(TM)m not the one who wants your
smelly socks.  They are kind of cute -- you have such tiny feet. - Henry
stuffed then in his baggy pocket before continuing.   -œSo anyway, Lisa
says you should meet her in the media section, and you can get another page
of your report back. -

   Great, now I have to head over to where they keep the videos and DVDs
the library loans out, and I have to walk there in my bare feet!  Well, at
least I won -(TM)t have another slip on the tile floor and land on my ass!
In fact, my bare soles were a little sticky on the cool surface, and I was
beginning to get damp in other places too.  Quickly I started in the
direction of the media section, wanting to end this as soon as possible.  I
had scarcely felt carpet beneath my toes, when I was intercepted by one of
the older librarians.

    -œExcuse me, young lady, but where are your shoes?  Did you not the
read the sign in the lobby?  Shirts and shoes are required at all times in
this public library! -

   I looked down at my feet ashamed and mumbled,  -œSorry, I, um -- I was
working on a report all morning -- I guess I kicked them off to get more
comfortable. -

   The librarian (with noticeably sagging tits) did not seem impressed.  
-œThis is not your living room, young lady!  I had better not catch you
running around barefoot again! -

    -œNo -- I -(TM)ll go put  -~em back on, - I replied meekly.  The old
woman sniffed her disapproval, but then continued on her way in the
opposite direction.  That left me free to hurry over to the Media Section
and look for Lisa.

    -œOver here, Erica! - Alicia whispered harshly, again luring me to my
nemesis.  What could I do?  I followed my friend -(TM)s beckoning motion
over to the shelves lined with VHS black cases.  Expecting to hear Lisa
-(TM)s chiding laughter, I was taken aback at finding only Carry with the
red duffle bag.

    -œOK, Twinkle-toes, I guess I can let you have the second page of your
report.  Furthermore, Lisa says I can even let you have the third page as
well.  I -(TM)ll just need you to remove your pants. -

   At this point, I must have been in a state of shock.  I think I was
still a little shaken from being scolded by the librarian -- God, that made
me feel like a child!  And I was also thrown off balance at the prospect of
getting two pages back this time.  At this rate, I should be finished with
these goons and back home before noon.  Without considering my actions, I
pulled the light blue track pants down my legs, and stepped out of them. 
Carry signaled for Alicia to pick them up and put them in the bag, then she
turned toward me with a mischievous smile.

    -œYou did that just a little too quickly, Erica.  I -(TM)m beginning to
think you like this. -

   I looked at Carry for a moment like she was crazy, and then was startled
out of my shock when I realized I was standing there in my white, high-cut
panties!   -œWait a minute, - I cried.   -œLet me have my pants back --I
can -(TM)t be seen in the library like this!  How about I give you my shirt
instead? -

    -œSorry, - Carry laughed mockingly,  -œtoo late.  Besides, you look so
vulnerable, so adorable in just your underwear.  Well, Lisa said you can
find her in the children -(TM)s section if you want the rest of your
report. Or I guess you could just leave in your current state of --ah,
undress.  Either way, you better hurry or you might catch cold. -

   Oh my God!  How was I supposed to walk over to the children -(TM)s
section like this?  What if there are -- children there!  I mean, it is a
Saturday morning, so hopefully they -(TM)re still home watching cartoons. I
guess I really didn -(TM)t have any choice.  Casting a scathing glance at
Carry before turning around, I then swallowed a lump of fear down my throat
and silently started toward my next destination.

   I was very careful.  I kept to the back wall of the library, where there
were mostly periodicals.  Of course, and thankfully, it was deserted. 
Silently I passed more rows of bookshelves, keeping my eyes and ears pealed
for anyone approaching.  Just as I was nearing the multi-colored carpet the
marked the border of the kiddie section, I caught sight of a stockinged leg
emerging from behind one of the shelves.  Much to my good fortune, there
was one of those book carts close at hand, and it was stacked with volumes
needing to be returned to their proper places.  I stepped behind the loaded
cart, which only came up to about my waist.  This is one time I was glad I
wasn -(TM)t very tall.  From behind this covering, you couldn -(TM)t tell I
wasn -(TM)t wearing any pants.

    -œHi, - a younger librarian said as she approached.  Oh God, what if
she is coming to take a book off this cart!  Or worse, what if she needed
to push the book cart to another section of the library?  How would I
explain this to her!  My heart was beating faster, and I subconsciously
began tugging the hem of my sweatshirt, as if that would help.  And then my
hand moved lower, just enough to graze the front of my panties.  What was I
thinking!  A small moan escaped my lips.

   The young librarian smiled, oblivious to my predicament, and turned the
corner around another bookshelf.  That was close!  I waited a few moments
to be sure she would not be returning in my direction.  I had better get
moving, before I get myself all worked up --

    -œWhat took you so long, - Lisa demanded from behind a large crate of
toys where we crouched.   -œWell, I see you -(TM)re not wearing your little
red hearts underpants today. -

   I guess you answered your own question, bitch (I thought to myself). 
The fact that I am here in my underwear is why it took so long to make it
across the library!  More respectfully, I asked,  -œCan I have the rest of
my report now? -

   Lisa made a charade of considering for a moment, resting her chin in her
hand.   -œI -(TM)ll tell you what, Erica.  I will give you page four, so
you can then return with half of your notes to the table you -(TM)ve been
sitting at all morning.  There you will receive instructions on how to
obtain the rest.  Of course, first I need you to hand over your sweatshirt.
-

   This was horrible!  She was doing it again, slowly stripping me in a
public place!  And she had not bothered me for such a long time.  Damn, I
felt trapped.  I mean, I still had my undershirt, so it -(TM)s not like I
was naked.  But it was still embarrassing as hell.  But frightfully
arousing --

    -œMy, is it getting chilly in here? - Lisa remarked, as I slowly
pulled down the zipper and shrugged off my matching light blue sweatshirt.
Through my thin white T-shirt, the prominent erection of my nipples could
be seen.   -œI guess you -(TM)re still not wearing a bra, huh?  Suddenly I
-(TM)m in the mood for flapjacks -- All right, then, off you go! -

   With that last statement, the bitch reached out and snapped the front
elastic of my panties.  This caused me to jump to my feet, I can tell you!
Good thing no one was paying any attention to us in the corner.  But now I
had to trek all the way back to the reference section and the work tables
--hopefully to get the rest.  The rest of my notes, and the rest of my
clothes.  Right now, I wanted nothing more than to get out of here and get
to the privacy of my own room.  And the last thing I was thinking about was
typing.

   So I crept along the back of the library, clothed in only my T-shirt and
panties, hoping not to run into a soul!  The journey seemed to take
forever, and what -(TM)s worse, I could feel myself getting wetter as my
legs rubbed together.  This was definitely not good!  Many times I had to
pause when I heard whispered conversations just around the corner, or the
sound of footsteps upon the tile floor again.  At least I was making
progress, and came within eyesight of my original table.  Henry was gone,
and now John was sitting there looking bored, his feet propped up next to
the duffle bag.  He certainly snapped to attention when I silently came
into view.

    -œHi, Erica.  You look horny. -

   Brilliant deduction.  And could you say it any louder!  Still, when I
spoke, it was with a small trembling voice.   -œOK, John --can I have the
rest of my notes now?  Lisa said I could get the rest -- -

    -œWait, not so fast.  First you have to put what you have on the table.
- I hoped he was talking about my notes.  I needed to act quickly before I
was spotted standing here in my underwear!  All right, so I placed the four
sheets of paper next to my pens and books and purse.  John nodded his
approval, and then continued.   -œI want to see how horny you are.  Take
off your shirt -- -

   What was wrong with me?  As soon as he said the words, I could feel my
clitoris swell up, peeking out of its hood.  Maybe I just wanted to get
this over with.  I grabbed the bottom of my shirt with both hands, pulling
it completely off, revealing my modest bosom but oh so elongated nipples. I
could swear they quivered, ached and begged to be touched.

   John was breathless for a moment, and then blurted out,  -œWow!  I
-(TM)d say those are two good indicators of how horny you are.  I think
that earned you two more pages. -

   The wise-ass placed two more sheets on the stack of loose-leaf paper. 
Here I was, standing in the middle of the library topless, my panties the
only shred of clothing between me and complete, total nudity, and I somehow
managed to do the calculations in my head.   -œI still have another two
pages left -- do you have them, John? -

    -œI think by now, Lisa should be among the non-fiction books.  You can
ask her.  I was told to stay here and watch your stuff. -

   There were stairs just off to the side, that led down to a lower level,
where all the non-fiction books were kept.  I crossed my arms over my bare
titties, searching all around for any onlookers.  Amazingly, no one was up
to doing any research this morning.  So I made a break for the stairs, my
feet slapping over the floor.

   They were steps really, descending to a sublevel.  As quiet as it had
been above, there seemed to be a stilled hush down here among the rows and
rows of shelves.  I would have to peek between each aisle of books, trying
to locate Lisa and the last of my report, while hoping not to startle any
innocent library perusers.

   Fortunately, I did not have long to look.  Thank goodness for the Dewy
Decimal System or something, as the Bitch was sitting calmly on a
stepladder amid the 101 to 299 section.  I approached her softly, treading
across the brown carpet, with one arm slung across my chest and the other
draped in front of my crotch, concealing my moist underwear.

    -œOh, stop covering yourself, - Lisa chided.   -œYou -(TM)ve got
nothing to hide.  Certainly nothing up there! - And then she fixed me with
a cold, dark stare, holding her arm outstretched and palm upward.  
-œPanties. -

   Finally, here at this late stage, I managed to regain some semblance of
control.  Although you wouldn -(TM)t know it from my throbbing nipples.  I
shook my head,  -œI can -(TM)t -- please let me keep them.  Please let me
have my notes and clothes back. -

   Well, that did it.  Lisa stood up and took the last two pages of my
report between her hands.   -œWill you give me your panties, or shall I
tear up your masterful conclusion?  And then you will be walking home
exactly as you are now -- Miss Underpants! -

   I was on the verge of tears now.  I really didn -(TM)t want to strip
naked for Lisa.  But I knew that look in her eye.  I knew she meant what
she said, that she would follow through with her threats.  Why was she
being so mean to me?  Well, I did not have all day to ponder such things. I
just wanted to go home.  Reluctantly, I slipped a thumb inside each side of
my underwear, slowly lowering the cotton fabric down my legs.  They ended
in a crumpled pile at my feet, which I stepped out of, reached down and
handed them to my nemesis.

    -œUm, Erica -- please move your hand away from your pussy.  Oh my God
-- you -(TM)re completely bare!  I knew you were a little slut! -

   It was true.  My pubic hair had always been sparse, it was almost like
there was nothing there anyway.  So one night I decided to shave off what
little I had.  I instantly regretted it, because now I really did look like
a little girl.  But it did make my solo performances more enjoyable, and I
never thought it would be on display like this, here in my public library!

    -œPlease, Lisa, - I implored.  My hand instinctively returned to my
vulva, tracing the outer lips.   -œIf I don -(TM)t get my clothes back, I
-(TM)m going to cum! -

   She seemed to think this over for a minute.   -œHmmm -- maybe we can
work out a deal.  Your panties earned you the seventh page of your notes.
Now what could we have you do for the last and final page?  All right, I
have an idea.  Wait here, and don -(TM)t go anywhere. -

   Great, where the hell was I going to go?  Here I was stranded in the
basement of my library, absolutely stark naked!  Not a stitch!  I think
this was worse than the water park, because that happened so fast, it was
like a blur.  But this, this is lingering..  leaving me naked for any
stranger to wander down here and find me nude -- nippples sticking out so
much they hurt, and my bald pussy glistening in the florescent lighting --

   Over the sounds of my moaning and heavy breathing, I picked out the
voice of Lisa and Carry.  I opened my eyes and saw John and Henry, and of
course, Alicia too.

    -œI can -(TM)t believe she shaved her pussy! - that was Carry, and her
eyes were as wide as saucers.   -œThat -(TM)ll make it even easier to see
her clit. -

   Lisa the Bitch addressed me (notice how the boys were just speechless!)
in her commanding, bully voice,  -œOK, Erica, you heard her.  Show us your
clit. -

   I nodded dumbly, beyond the point of caring, and spread open my lips. 
Immediately atop the slit, my clitoris popped out in full view -- it had
never been so erect, even I was amazed.  Everyone gasped, before Lisa made
her final pronouncement.

    -œAll you have to do to get back your report and all your clothes, is
cum in front of the five of us. -

   Well, I don -(TM)t have to tell you, I was so worked up at this point,
my finger darted south and started rubbing with abandon.  My other hand
reached up and twisted a nipple.  I was so close to the edge, I fell to my
knees going at it furiously, heedless of my audience.  At this point, my
face was on the carpet and my ass in the air.

    -œHey, - Henry piped up in a sudden revelation.  They -(TM)ll have to
call this place the /Pubic/ Library from now on --although, I guess that
-(TM)s not completely accurate. -

   That dumb-ass remark did it.  Hearing him talk about my hairless pussy,
even in jest, made me buckle as wave after wave of orgasm crashed over me.
I don -(TM)t remember if I had even stopped the last of my body
convulsions, when Lisa dropped the duffle bag next to me, and eight pages
of loose-leaf rained down upon my naked form.

   ****

   After a while of recovering from this experience, my first public
orgasm, I sat up dazedly and began to fish through the bag for my clothing.
The first article I withdrew was one of my ankle socks.  Not being too
particular, I pulled it on and then covered my other foot.  I was in the
process of taking the next item out, when a shadow fell over me.  Looking
up, to my horror I found the old librarian with sagging breasts towering
before me.

    -œIs this some kind of joke? - she demanded.   -œWhat kind of sense of
humor do you have, young lady!  I warned you that I had better not catch
you barefoot in here.  Well, you -(TM)re not barefoot, I -(TM)ll grant you
--just bare-assed! -

   With surprising swiftness that belied her age, the librarian reach down
and grabbed my ear.  What the hell!  I hadn -(TM)t been treated this way
since I was in Junior High!  As she gazed over my bare body, I could almost
hear her thinking -- I sure look like I belong in Junior High.

    -œIf you want to parade around in the nude, - she went on, even as she
began dragging me back upstairs,  -œyou -(TM)ll have to do it outside my
library! -

   I was mortified and shocked to see how many people had suddenly showed
up.  Where had they come from?  Didn -(TM)t they have better things to do
on a Saturday!  But that was the least of my problems.  My tiny tits,
bouncing ass, and oh-so-pink pussy on display as I was marched past the
check-out counter, completely naked except for my white ankle socks, I
thought bitterly of my history notes that were left behind!  I had better
get an A on this report!



   04 - Worse: The t-shirt - Part 1

   One week had passed since my ordeal at the library.  I had to walk home
completely naked that day and was seen naked probably by more than a
hundred people.  I still get a shiver when I think about that.  All the
people on the street pointed at me and made all sort of comments.  I even
heard a little boy yell: "Look mum!  That little girl is naked!  I was
probably twice his age and he called me a little girl!  Anyway, I managed
to run home without getting caught.  Some people tried to grab me, probably
to help me but I felt too humiliated already to ask for assistance.  When I
was back at home, I had to hide in a bush on the other side of the street
because my parents were home and I couldn't bring myself to enter the house
naked.  That would start a conversation I don't want to have with my
parents.  They finally left the house to run some errands and I could sneak
in the backyard and find the safety key that we hide there (I won't tell
you where!).  I spent most of the remaining of the weekend in my bedroom,
sometimes crying, sometimes masturbating.  At school the following week,
the word quickly spread and everybody knew I had stripped naked at the
library.  Lisa's popularity seemed to increase because of what she did to
me, and I knew she wouldn't stop there.  She was having too much fun!  And
even if I was scared to go to school, a part of me was waiting for the next
ordeal!  And then it happened...  again...

   It was on a Tuesday.  I was late.  I overslept and woke up in the middle
of a weird dream where I was walking naked in the school and everybody I
knew was there looking at me, laughing at my expenses.  My pussy was really
wet but I didn't have time to shower before going to school.  Besides, on
Tuesday I start the day with two period of gym.  It would be pointless to
take a shower before gym!  I wiped my pussy with toilet paper and quickly
dressed for school.  I ran to school and reached the sport hall.  I went to
the change rooms and my classmates were all almost ready.  I quickly
changed while everyone already walked out of the change room.  I saw Lisa
looking at me with a little smile.  I was alone in the room when I was
ready.  I quickly went to the toilet before joining the others.  On the way
there I heard the coach telling the girls we would start outside the
building because the cleaning staff wasn't finished inside.  She sometimes
makes us run around the building.  I reached the toilet and quickly made my
business.  I went out and met the coach.  "Erica!  What are you waiting
for?" "I had to go to the toilet." "Well you'd better run fast and catch up
with the others!  They are already around the corner!" I took off running
and reached the corner.  I turned around it and stopped.  Lisa and Carry
were there!  They were obviously waiting for me.  "That's a nice outfit you
have" said Lisa.  I was wearing navy blue shorts and a long white cotton
t-shirt that almost covered the shorts.  If I was standing, you couldn't
see them.  "Do you wear something under that t-shirt?" she asked while
lifting it around my waist.  "Stop it!" I was about to catch her hand but
Carry caught both my arms and held them behind my back.  "You know, with a
t-shirt that long, you don't really need those short!" She caught the
waistband and pulled them down!  Oh god!  She had pulled my panties along
with the shorts of course!  My t-shirt was hiding my pussy because she had
let it go to pull my short down.  She asked me to lift my feet.  "No way!"
I started to struggle but Carry was really strong.  Each time I tried to
move she pulled harder and it hurts!  Lisa started to tickle me and I was
soon moving my legs around to try to escape my ordeal.  It was all she
needed to pull my shorts and panties completely off!  "There!  Much better,
isn't it?  You'll be better that way with the warm weather!" She took of
running with my shorts and panties and Carry joined her.  I was completely
stunned!  She just stripped me completely below the waist.  I was only
wearing a t-shirt, shoes and socks!  I was glad I choose to wear a t-shirt
that long!  I was covered to just below my buttocks.  I pulled on it and
started to walk around the building.  I had to reach the changing room to
get my clothes.  I thought that if I was slow enough, the others would not
wait for me and head inside.  That way I could sneak back inside and reach
the changing room unseen.  I would just have to make up some excuse for the
coach...

   I turned the last corner and gasped.  They where all there at the other
end of the wall, waiting for me with the coach!  "Erica!  What are you
waiting for?  This is not a walk!" shouted the Coach.  I hesitantly headed
to them, still walking.  "Run I said!" Oh god.  I pulled the t-shirt on
both sides and ran slowly to them.  I could tell the coach wasn't happy
about me but I think I managed to hide my nakedness.  I could see Lisa,
Carry and some other girls looking at me with knowing smile though.

   The coach led us inside and I tried to head to the changing room.  The
coach spotted me and asked me where I was going.  I told her I was going to
the toilets and she scolded me: "You already went before running!  Stop
trying to test me and come with us!" I had no choice but to follow them. 
Here I was, about to follow my gym class wearing just a t-shirt!  And from
the looks I got, I suspected half the girls already knew it!  I was holding
the t-shirt down while I walked.  The coach made us start a game of
volley-ball.  I usually like that game but this time it was horrible.  I
knew I couldn't lift my arms because my t-shirt would be lifted around my
waist.  I kept missing easy balls I pretended I didn't see coming.  The
coach wasn't happy and kept yelling at me but what could I do?  I was so
ashamed of the situation I didn't notice Carry asking the coach if she
could go to the toilet.  She left and came back five minutes later, winking
at Lisa.

   When the period was over, I walked to the change-room with the other
girls.  I usually put my clothes in a locker, but I didn't do it today
because I was late and wanted to go to the bathroom.  I had left my clothes
on bench.  When I came back in the change-room, I couldnt find my clothes!
They were all gone!  All I could find was my bag!  Oh no!  They stole all
my clothes!  I started to look around the change-room.  "What's up Erica?
Missing something?" asked Lisa.  "My clothes!  They're all gone!" "Didn't
you put them in a locker?" "No!  I was late.  I didn't have time..." "The
building is open, you know!  Anybody could have come in this change-room
while we were playing volley-ball!" She was right, of course!  But I knew
it was one of her prank.  I kept looking everywhere while the girls
showered and dressed.  I was alone in the change-room when the coach came
in.  "What's your problem now?" she asked with a stern look.  "Somebody
stole my clothes!" "Really?  Didn't you put them in a locker?" "No I
didn't...  I was late and I thought no one would come in..." "Well, you are
obviously wrong!  And I can't do anything for you!  I think you'll have to
go to class in you gym clothes..." "What?  But I'll be in troubles with the
teachers!  They won't accept me in their classes dressed like this!" "Why
not?  You girls sometimes wear shorts and miniskirts that show a lot of
legs.  I don't see where the problem is!" The problem was that I wasn't
wearing shorts!  But I didn't want to point that out to her, of course.  "I
know!  I'll write a note explaining why you are dressed like this.  If
another teacher gives you trouble, you'll just have to show it." She left
and came back 2 minutes later and handed me a piece of paper.  I read it
and it said: "Erica had all her clothes stolen this morning during her P.E.
class.  Please excuse her indecent clothing." It was followed by her
signature.  I cringed at the "indecent" word.  She couldn't be closer to
the truth!

   I reluctantly left the sport hall and headed to the school building with
my bag.  This wasn't good!  Was I really heading to class wearing just a
t-shirt?  My legs were working on automatic while my mind was trying to
tell me to stop.  This couldn't be happening!  I was half naked!  If one
teacher saw it I would be dead!  I know Lisa and Carry know about my
(un)dress state, and I know they already told other girls from my class.  I
can assume they would tell everyone they meet!  I was probably already the
laughing stocks of the whole school!  What I needed was to find a way out
of school and back to the safety of my house where I could dress again.  Or
maybe find something to wear before that!  But I couldn't stop myself.  I
had this piece of paper that would give a good explanation to any teacher
who would wonder about my attire (provided that they don't see I'm not
wearing shorts or panties!).

   I knew I would be terribly humiliated, embarrassed to walk in school
like that, but my body was out of control.  My pussy was soaked and I could
feel my juice leaking on the inside of my thighs.  My nipples were pushing
really hard against my t-shirt.  I put my hand behind the hem of the
t-shirt and touched my clit, right there in front of the school building. I
came on the spot!  Could you believe it?  This was the biggest orgasm I
ever had (and I already had big ones before!).  And it wouldn't stop
either! I was biting in my bag to avoid screaming.  I could feel juice
running down my thighs!  I fell on my knees and had to wait for like an
eternity for my orgasm to subside.  I then had to wait for another eternity
to catch my breath back.  Wow!  That was intense!  The reality of what just
happened struck me.  I felt so ashamed.  But I was still very horny!  Maybe
even more than before!

   I looked at the windows of the building and didn't see anybody looking.
Apparently, nobody noticed.  I was lucky on that one.  I pushed the big
door and walked inside the building.  I had to clean myself before going to
class.  My legs were soaked!  I felt like I was dripping on the floor.  I
didn't know my pussy could produce so much juice!  No one was in the hall
and I quickly reached the toilets.  There was nobody inside.  I put my bag
down and took some toilet paper in a stall.  I then went in front of the
sink and used the paper to absorb all the juice from my legs and pussy.  I
had removed most of the juice when I heard the door open.  A girl I didn't
know came in and sneezed.  She looked exactly like my dad when he is
allergic to something in the air.  Her eyes were red and her nose was
running.  She sneezed again.  "Oh god!  Cad I use dat paper?  I really deed
to blow by dose!" She grabbed the paper I held in my hand, sneezed one more
time then blow her nose with it.  She then used it to pat her face all
around her nose.  I couldn't believe it!  She was putting my pussy juice
all over her face!  I was glad her nose was running, because she would have
smelled it.  The whole room smelled like pussy, and now her face too! 
"That paper is wet!  What's this?" "Water!" I stammered.  "Oh OK.  Thank
you anyway!  I don't know what's in the air today, but I'm allergic to it!"
"Yeah, I noticed..." "It always happens when it's hot like today!  Sneezing
makes me hotter, too!" While she said that, she patted her face with what
she believed was water, but was my pussy juice!  "Wew!  I feel better." she
said while she dumped the paper in a toilet bowl and flushed.  She walked
out of the toilets and I was speechless.  I hope nobody would smell my
pussy juice on her face!

   I walked out of the toilet and walked to my classroom.  It was my
Spanish class.  I already was half an hour late.  I was shaking all over in
front of the closed door.  I couldn't believe what I was about to do.  I
was going to enter the classroom wearing just a t-shirt, sockets and shoes,
knowing full well that probably all my classmate already knew about my
attire.  A shiver ran down my spine and I felt my pussy trickling with
juice again.  I should have taken toilet paper with me.  I grabbed the door
handle with my shaky hand and opened it.  I stepped in and looked up. 
Everybody was looking at me.  And judging by the smiles on everyone's
faces, they all knew!  The teacher wasn't smiling though.  "You are late!
And this is not a good way to dress to attend school!" He said.  "I had all
my clothes stolen, this is my gym wear." I answered, giving him the note.
He read it quickly then looked me over, paying extra attention to my
thighs. "Well I suppose you don't have a choice then.  Take a seat." He
said, never pulling his eyes away from the top of my legs.  I suppose he
was trying to see what I was wearing under my t-shirt.  If only he knew!

   There was only one place left and it was in the front row.  Of course,
Lisa was just behind.  I dropped my bag on the ground then pulled the chair
and sat down, keeping my legs well together.  My t-shirt was so short I
couldn't sit on it.  I could feel the cold seat under my naked butt cheeks.
I pulled the t-shirt on my laps to cover the more I could.  I felt behind
me and it just reached the seat.  "Erica, since you are late, you'll do
some reading.  Take your book." I bent to take the book in my bag.  I heard
laughter behind me and quickly straightened up.  I just showed my butt to
the people behind me!  Oh god!  Why did I come in this classroom like that?
I didn't know what to do.  The teacher was looking at me with a questioning
look.  "Do you have trouble finding your book?" "What?  Oh no...Its OK" I
bent down again and opened my bag.  Everybody behind me was laughing again
but I had no choice.  With my trembling hands I had trouble getting the
book.  I had trouble remembering what I was looking for as well!  I was so
ashamed!  What was I thinking about?  I'll never survive this ordeal!  I
finally caught the book and put it on my desk.  I had trouble breathing by
now.  "Right!  You finally got it!  Now please open it on page 253." said
the teacher.  I opened my book and found the page.  There was a text in
Spanish.  "Read the text loudly and pay attention to pronunciation." I had
to breathe deeply a couple of time to catch my breath back.  When I started
to talk, my voice was trembling.  "Louder!" said the teacher.  "Yeah!  We
can't hear her back there!" said some guy at the back.  "Make her go in
front of the class!" said some girl.  "Good idea!  Get up and come here
with your book." said the teacher.  I got up avoiding carefully to spread
my legs in front of him in the process.  I walked to the front of the room
with my book and stood just near the teacher's desk.  "Now read loudly." I
cleared my throat and started to read.  I felt every eye on my body.  I was
so nervous I thought I would faint.  My pussy was burning, my juices were
running down my thighs and I feared the teacher would smell it!  My nipples
were poking at my t-shirt too!  I felt like I was about to cum right then
and there!

   I tried to concentrate on the reading and made a poor job of trying to
pronounce correctly.  Whenever I looked at my audience, I saw everybody
looking with big smiles.  Even the teacher was smiling.  Did he know
something was up?  Maybe my nervousness gave me away.  He probably didn't
guess I was half naked right there in front of him and the whole classroom,
but I couldnt be sure.  I certainly wasn't going to ask him anyway.  When I
finished reading he told me to go back to my seat.  The friction between my
slippery thighs almost made me go over the edge.  God I felt so hot!  I sat
down on the cold seat and tried to stay still while the teacher made
someone else read another text.  I tried to think about something else but
it was not easy.  When you are sitting half naked in a classroom full of
students, it's not easy to think about anything else!  My pussy was leaking
on the chair and I knew the next person to sit there would have my smell on
his clothes!  But I didn't have anything to clean it and I didn't care
anyway.  My main concern was not to cum!  I wasn't moving but I could feel
an orgasm coming!  The more I tried to fight it back, the stronger the
feeling became.  And suddenly there it was!  Right in the middle of my
classmates, I had and orgasm!  Without even touching myself!  I had to bite
my tong to avoid screaming.  But I couldn't avoid breathing heavily and
moaning.  My eyes were closed the whole time but I knew everybody was
looking at me.  The guy who was reading had stopped and nobody was talking.
When I was finished cuming, I opened my eyes and the teacher was looking at
me with a shocked face.  "Are you OK Erica?  What happened?" he asked. 
"I...  I just bit my tongue really hard..." I stammered.  "Really?" he
asked with a raised hair brow.  "Yes...  It hurts a lot..." I answer.  I
wasn't lying.  I really bit my tongue and it hurt!  I could taste blood in
my mouth.  "Well, be careful!  You'll have to wait until lunch to eat
something if you are hungry..." he replied, like it was the funniest think
in the world.  My classmates laughed, probably because they really like to
make fun of me.  The teacher asked the boy to keep on reading.

   Before that I was wet, now I was drenched.  When I moved, I could feel
myself slipping on my chair.  I was sitting in a pool of my come.  My butt,
pussy and thighs were full of it.  I heard Lisa whispering behind me: "Was
it good?  I'm surprised you didn't scream!" Oh god, she knew exactly what
happened.  Then I heard her talk louder to the teacher.  "Could we open the
window?  There is a bad smell in here!" "It smells like fish!" shouted
someone.  With that, everybody roared with laughter.  The teacher seemed
unphased and went to the window to open it.  I felt so humiliated!  They
had to open the window because of my smell!  The smell of my pussy! 
Because I just had an orgasm!  How could it be worse than that?

   When the bell rang to announce the end of the period, I had to bend down
again to get my bag.  I did it quickly but I knew from the whistles and
catcalls behind me I just showed my ass again.  I got up and looked at the
chair.  It was full of juice!  I was too.  I could feel it running down my
legs.  I could feel my t-shirt sticking to my ass too!  I had to clean
myself quickly.  I walked out of the class surrounded by my classmates. 
When I was in the hall, someone made me trip and I felt face first on the
floor.  I was so surprised I didn't realize right away that my t-shirt was
around my waist.  Everybody around me roared with laughter.  I got on my
feet and pulled my t-shirt down.  I pushed thru the crowd to head to the
toilets.  I felt a hand on my ass but it was quickly withdrawn.  "Eeeek! 
It's all wet and sticky!" With that, they laughed more.

   I ran down the hall.  I wanted to hide and cry.  I didn't know where I
was heading, but I just wanted to go away from my classmates.  I turned a
corner and bumped into someone.  I looked at the person and gasped.  It was
the principal!  He was looking at me with a stern look.  "Look where you go
young lady!  You almost knocked me over!" I would probably have if he
wasn't that fat (of course I didn't tell him that!).  He was probably more
than twice my weight.  He was really big too and I felt like a little bug
in front of him.  "And what are you wearing?" he asked while looking at my
legs.  "My gym clothes." I quickly answered while giving him the note I got
from the coach.  He read it and looked at me again.  "You had all your
clothes stolen?  Why didn't you put them in locker?" "I was late; I didn't
have the time..." I answered shyly.  "Well I guess you had it coming then!
Next time, come on time...  and lock your stuff!  Did you have valuable
things stolen apart from your clothes?" he asked.  "No, only my clothes."
"OK then...  Go to your next class." he said while he gave me the note
back. "Mister!  May I please go home to fetch new clothes?" I asked.  "If I
remember well, you already have a warning because you missed school last
month..." "Yes sir." "Then I'm afraid I'll have to refuse." "But sir, I'm
not really meeting the dress code..." I didn't know why I said that.  A
little voice in my head was yelling: "You're looking for troubles!" "I
know. But I know you didn't do it on purpose too.  And I can see you don't
like it.  It will serve you as a lesson to remind you to come on time and
take care of your clothes." I couldn't believe it!  He was asking me to
spend the day in school dressed like that as some kind of punishment!  Of
course he didn't know I didn't wear anything under my t-shirt.  I suppose
he would have changed his mind, but I didn't want to tell him!

   The principal walked away and I just stayed there in shock.  The minute
I saw him, I thought I would be in trouble.  I was right but not in the way
I thought!  He just told me I had to stay all day like this in school!  I
guess I really had it coming!  The adrenaline rush I had when I saw him had
somewhat cleared my mind.  I realized I was deeply in trouble!  It was only
a matter of time before a teacher notices I'm half naked.  I know that
could get me expelled.  And with all my classmates knowing about my
predicament, it didn't help.  I knew from the previous period they thought
my situation funny and weren't going to help me.  But would they turn me
in? I suppose they wouldn't do it because that would end their fun, but I'd
have to be careful.

   I walked to my next classroom.  The teacher wasn't there yet, and half
the room was still empty.  I walked to the back of the room under the
stares of those of my classmates who were already there.  Those were not
the same I had in my class on the previous period.  We are not always with
the same people in class because of what orientation we choose.  I sat down
and felt the cold chair on my bare butt.  Immediately, some guys ran to me.
"We heard some gossips about you...  Is it true?" asked one of them.  "Are
you naked below the waist?" asked another one.  "If it is true, you are the
coolest girl of the school!" said another one enthusiastically.  I was
speechless.  What could I answer to those guys?  "I think it's true.  If
she were wearing short, we would see them when she sits!  Look, we can
almost see her buttocks on the side!" said the first guy.  They all bent to
have a close look at the side of my butt.  I was red in the face but didn't
know what to do.  I couldn't pull my t-shirt lower and they were right.  My
butt was directly touching the chair and my t-shirt was too short to
completely hide it in this position.  I was confused about the guy saying I
was cool, because I was half naked.  Would he think that way about any
half-naked girl, or was it the fact that I was half-naked at school?  I was
way too embarrassed to ask though, and their intense staring didn't help to
make me relax.

   The teacher came in and the guys reluctantly left me alone.  I was glad
I didn't have to tell my story to the teacher this time as he didn't see
me. From his point of view, I looked decent enough.  He could only see the
upper part of my body and the people in front of me helped to hide my naked
legs (amongst other naked things).  I was just hoping the constants turning
heads of guys (and girls) trying to get a look at me wouldn't attract his
attention.  Fortunately, he spent most of the time sitting at his desk,
getting up sometimes to write something on the board.  When the bell rang,
I felt relieved to see him leaving, yet I dreaded to be alone with my
classmates.  I gathered my things and got up.  The guys were once again
around me.  "Come on!  Show us what's under that t-shirt!" "Yeah!  I heard
you have a cute hairless pussy." "Can we see it?" Curiously, they were all
pressing me, but they didn't touch me.  These were gentlemen compared to
those who grabbed me in the hall.  But I still felt really embarrassed and
certainly didn't want to lift my t-shirt!  They were insistent though and
surrounding me.  I didn't know how I could walk away if they didn't let me
go.  I considered doing what they asked and felt my pussy tingling.  "Would
you let me go if I did it?" I asked.  "Yeah!" "Sure!" "You've got our
word!" "We could even protect you on your way to your next class if you
want!" I didn't expect that much.  I supposed this was my fan club!  Even
if they basically wanted to see my pussy, they were keeping their hands off
of me, and it was kind of cool.  They were looking at me like I was some
kind of goddess and I could feel my pussy growing wetter just because of
the attention I was getting.  It was the first time I felt like I had some
kind of control on the situation.  I dropped my bag on my desk and grabbed
the edge of my t-shirt.  All the boys were looking expectantly.  I was so
nervous my hands were shaking.  But I was even more excited than before.  I
never thought of showing my body to someone intentionally, but I found out
at that time it was a huge turn on for me.  I slowly pulled my t-shirt up
to my navel.  I think none of the boys were breathing by now.  I wasn't
breathing either.  I never showed my body to a boy (intentionally, I
mean...) and here I was flashing 7 or 8 boys in a classroom.  They seemed
all entranced by the sight.  I looked down and saw my smooth pussy.  My
lips were swollen and my clit was poking.  The boys probably noticed that
too, but none of them made a comment.  I was about to drop my t-shirt when
one of them spoke: "Could we see your tits too?" They were all looking at
my face expectantly.  I looked around nervously.  We were alone in the room
and one of them had closed the door.  I slowly lifted my t-shirt until it
was bunched under my chin.  I half expected to see them mocking my small
tits, but they just look with lust in their eyes.  My nipples were long and
hard.  After like an eternity, I dropped my t-shirt down.  The boys were
all looking at me with huge grins.  "That was so cool!" said one of them.
"You are really cute!" said another.  "Thank you very much!  You made my
day" added another one.

   I was speechless.  I grabbed my bag and headed for the door.  True to
their word, they escorted me to my next class.  It was my last period
before noon.  I thanked the boys and they thanked me in return, then I
walked in the classroom.  Something tells me I'm going to hear from them
again before the end of the day.  I sat down in the middle of the class. 
All my classmates were looking at me with knowing smiles and I still felt
deeply embarrassed, but I was so excited from what just took place with the
boys.  They showed interest in me, but not to make fun of me.  I was still
amazed at my own boldness.  I just lifted my t-shirt completely for them!
The teacher came in and started his class.  My thought kept drifting to the
boys though.  I thought about the way they admired my body.  I then
imagined myself having sex with one of them.  I never had sex.  I wonder
what it would feel like.  I was so horny I wanted to feel something in my
cunt.  I bent forward and put my hand in my laps then discreetly reached my
pussy with my fingers.  I was in another world, I was so hot.  I didn't
care I was in a classroom anymore.  My finger grazed my pussy lips and I
shuddered.  I moved my finger lightly along my lips.  It felt so good and I
had to concentrate hard not to moan.  I pushed my finger between my lips.
My face must have been deep red.  I was panting.  I was close to the edge.
I had to stop before I cum again.  Each time I was too close, I stopped. 
But after one or two minute, my hand kept coming back to work.  I was lost
in another world.  I kept myself close to orgasm for the entire period.  I
have absolutely no idea what the teacher talked about.  I only suppose my
classmates knew what I was doing, but I wasn't really aware of my
surroundings.  When the bell rang, everybody got up and I thought it was my
chance.  The chairs moving on the ground made a lot of sound and I pressed
my clit with my finger.  It was like pressing the red button that starts an
atomic explosion.  I came really hard.  I moaned and maybe screamed.  I'm
not sure.  I came so hard I passed out.  When I woke up, I was still
sitting on my chair with my face on the desk.  I still had one hand between
my legs, and my t-shirt was around my waist.

   I looked around me and most of my classmates were looking at me.  Oh
god! I just humiliated myself again.  They were all laughing.  Thankfully,
the teacher had left immediately and didn't know what happened.  I heard
all sort of comments.  "Did you enjoy your class, Erica?" "If you need some
help, I can give you a hand..." "I never thought you were that kind of
girl!" "Yeah!  That was a good show!" I got up on shaky legs and pulled my
t-shirt down.  How could I do that?  I touched myself in the class!  I was
becoming a big slut!  I tried to walk but my legs were too shaky.  One boy
came to my side to help me walk, but I soon felt his hand on my butt under
my t-shirt.  Another boy came on the other side and soon his hand was on my
other butt cheek.  I felt too weak to protest and soon I felt one of them
reach between my legs.  His fingers touched my pussy and I jumped.  It was
so sensitive!  He tried to put his finger in my pussy roughly but it was
painful for me.  That drew some force back in me.  I tried to push their
hands away but of course, they were much stronger than me.  I was lucky one
girl decided to help me: "Hey guys!  You're practically raping her!  I know
she's a slut, but I'm not sure you should do that." she said.  The boys
stopped moving their hands.  "Look at her!  She's begging for it." said one
of them.  "She's trying to push your hand away!" replied the girl.  The
boys removed their hands.  I suppose they didn't want to be charged for
sexual assault or something.  If there weren't so many witnesses, I suppose
they wouldn't stop.  But I was happy it ended there.  I didn't want to be
groped or raped by a bunch of boys.  This would be a little too intense for
a first sexual experience.  I quickly walked away under my classmates
stares.

   It was lunchtime but I didn't feel like eating at the cafeteria.  I
thought I'd humiliated myself enough for today.  But I didn't know what
else to do.  I desperately wanted to go home and change.  But I was stuck
in this school.  I don't know why, but I considered it ten times worst to
tell a teacher about my clothing problem, than to have all my classmates
teasing me about it all day.  It was probably because talking to a teacher
would be some kind of active behavior, while pretending it was no big deal
and stay at school was more of a passive behavior.  That's me.  I'm a
passive kind of person.  I let events take the control of me and I don't do
anything to avoid it.  I don't like that part of my personality, but I
couldn't do anything about it!

   I headed outside when I saw Alicia in the hall.  When she saw me, she
just freaked out!  "Oh my god!  Erica, tell me you are wearing something
under that t-shirt!" she said.  I didn't say anything and looked at the
ground while my face turned red.  "I can't believe it!  What happened?  How
come you haven't been expelled yet?" she asked.  "Can we go somewhere
else?" I asked, looking nervously at the people surrounding us.  They
didn't seem to listen, but a lot of them were looking my way.  "Did you eat
something?" asked Alicia.  "Not yet.  But I don't feel like going to the
cafeteria..." "I see!  I'll go and grab us sandwiches and we'll go outside
find some quiet place to talk." she said with a smile.  "OK, I'll wait over
there." I waited in the hall while she went to the cafeteria.  I felt every
eye in the hall on me and tried to act nonchalantly.  Alicia was back ten
minutes later, but it was like an eternity for me.  I was lucky nobody
tried to mess with me.  We walked outside and found a quiet place.  Alicia
sat on the grass, but I was a little scared of what I'd show if I sat on
the ground.  I decided to kneel, but it was weird to feel my heels under my
naked buttocks.  And I could tell from the look on Alicia's face that she
could see my pussy between my legs.  The position wasn't really comfortable
and I thought I wouldn't show more if I sat down.  I shifted my legs on the
side and sat my naked butt on the ground.  I tried to pull on my t-shirt
while I put my legs in front of me.  I could feel the grass on my butt
skin. I could even feel it on my pussy!  It was really weird.  I had to
keep my legs on the ground in front of me.  I couldn't cross them or lift
them without displaying my pussy.

   "So...  tell me what happened?  Is it Lisa?" asked Alicia.  She was
smiling.  She was probably enjoying my discomfort.  I told her everything:
How Lisa and Carry stripped me, how they took my clothes, how I went to
class like that and had orgasms during class.  How I displayed my body to
my new "fan club".  How I even masturbated in my last class.  She seemed
completely stunned.  She was just looking at me with her mouth agape.  She
finally found her words and asked me questions.  "Why didn't you tell the
coach they stripped you?" "I didn't dare...  Everybody was looking at me so
I pretended nothing was wrong..." "But why didn't you tell her later when
you were alone?" "I don't know.  She would have thought I was crazy if I
told her I spend the class bottomless." "She would be right!!  You should
have asked to go home or something to get other clothes!" "I can't miss
school!  I already had a warning!" "So what?  You'd have one or two hours
of detention!  Is it worse than spending the day half naked in school?" She
had a point.  I should have thought about that.  I didn't know what to say.
"Maybe it is worse.  Maybe you like being half naked!  Maybe you think you
are lucky to have that note from the coach..." said Alicia with a
mischievous smile.  "No!  I don't like it!  It's embarrassing! 
Humiliating! It's..." "Arousing?" "No!  Well ...  not really...  I don't
know!" I started to cry.  Alicia sat next to me and hugged me.  "Don't
worry.  It's OK.  I know you like it.  That's why you had those orgasms. 
That's why you lifted your t-shirt for those guys.  But it's OK.  I don't
care.  You're still my friend..." I cried on her shoulder before realizing
I had lifted my knees.  My pussy was on display again, but I was beyond
caring now.  I had to figure out my feelings.  Was I really the
exhibitionist Alicia was describing?  I know my body reacted strongly, but
I still felt embarrassed.  This wasn't me.  I never dress sluttish; I
always wear decent clothes, except when someone stole them or rip them.  I
couldn't say I enjoyed being in school half naked, even if I enjoyed it
sexually.  How could my body react so differently from my mind?

   We discussed about that while we ate our sandwiches.  I wasn't really
hungry because my stomach was upside down or something.  Alicia seemed to
understand what I was feelings.  "You know, I think all this happened
because you discovered your sex side when you were exposed naked," she
said. "What do you mean?" "Well, you told me you are a virgin...  Are you
still a virgin, by-the-way?" "Well, yes I am...." I blushed.  "So I suppose
you never considered yourself as a 'sex' person.  That is, until you were
exposed at the water-park, then at school and at the library.  You
discovered you attracted a lot of attention.  By being nude, you become a
'sex' person.  A whole new world opens up for you.  You discovered that
part of your personality by being nude in public, and every time that
happens again, your body answers to it sexually." "Well I understand that,
but it doesn't explain why I don't like it, while I feel...  you know... 
hot when I'm naked..." "That's normal!  You never liked to expose your
body, you don't really like it.  You are always hiding it behind
conservative clothes.  But by doing that, you completely denied the
'sexual' part of yourself.  She explained.  "Well...  That makes sense...
But what can I do about it?" I asked desperately.  "You are faced with a
simple choice.  First solution: you could try to regress to your old self
and repress any 'sexual' side of your personality.  I don't recommend this
because of obvious problems in your future love life.  If you happen to
have one..." I could see what she wanted to say.  Sex is an important part
of life, I couldn't deny it anymore.  "Second solution (the one I would
recommend): you have to accept that part of your personality and try to
reconcile with your body.  People like to embarrass you by looking at you
because they can feel that's exactly what you are trying to avoid." "How
could I do that?" I asked.  "Well, you obviously need to do something about
your clothes.  And you should act more casually about exposure.  I bet you
never took a shower with the other girls in the locker rooms." I blushed.
She was right.  I always tried to wait for everybody to finish before I go
to the shower.  Sometimes, I didn't take a shower because I hadn't enough
time.  I had to use a lot of perfume to mask my transpiration smell.  "You
almost never wear skirts too.  The few times I saw you in a skirt, it was a
long one that went down to your ankles.  Your legs are great!  They deserve
some attention!  And your shirts!  You always button them up to your neck!
You need to breathe!  You don't even own a v-neck t-shirt!" I blushed more.
She was right again!  I always try to hide my body.  That's probably
because of my small breast.  I'm always scared that someone would notice
I'm not wearing a bra too.  My mother played her part in this...  "That's
how I always dressed, and I don't think my mum would like me to wear short
skirts or open shirts..." I said weakly.  "Oh come on!  Don't tell me your
mother is the one in charge of your clothing!  You are sixteen!  It's high
time you step up and stop wearing what your mother wore when she was your
age!  This is the 21st century!" I was almost crying by now.  Her words
were hitting me hard.  But she was right.  I always followed my mother's
advices in what I should or should not wear.  But her advices were
outdated! I was at loss for words.  "Look, it's not that big a deal...  All
you need is to find your freedom.  Your mind has been influenced by your
mother, while your body has other needs.  All you need to do is reconcile
your body and your mind." "How can I do that?  I can't run around naked
until I get used to it, can I?" I said with tears in my eyes.  "Of course
not!  That would be a little too far.  Even if you are not really that far
from it right now!" she said while looking down.  I looked and gasped.  I
was so concentrated on our conversation I forgot I was half naked.  I had
crossed my legs and my pussy was completely on display!  I quickly
straightened them on the ground again, and pulled on my t-shirt.  Alicia
giggled.  "That's OK.  It's not the first time I see your pussy, you don't
need to be shy with me.  In fact, it may be a good exercise for you. 
Nobody is close to us, so you are safe.  Just relax and show it again."
"You can't be serious!" I replied, shocked.  "Of course I'm serious.  Your
pussy is cute, and I already saw it several times now.  You have no need to
hide it from me.  You need to accept your body, remember?" "Yes but..." "No
buts!  Well not now anyway...  It's your pussy I want to see!  Not your
butt." she said giggling again.  God I feel bad about this.  But she is
right.  Nobody could see anything, except her, and she already saw me
naked. I slowly lifted my knees and spread my thighs.  Alicia was looking
at my crotch with a big smile.  I spread my legs wider, until my pussy lips
were slightly pulled apart.  I could see I was really wet inside.  Alicia
must have been thinking about the same thing I suppose.  "Good!  That
didn't kill you, did it?" she asked while looking me in the eyes again. 
"Well I suppose no..." I said while I slowly closed my legs again.  "Stop
that!  Keep your legs open!  You need to breath and your pussy too, by the
look of it!"

   I kept my legs apart, while we discussed about my clothes.  She kept
looking at my pussy every now and then and I felt weird.  I don't feel
sexually attracted to Alicia or any girl, at least I think so, but I felt
it strangely exciting to get that kind of attention from her.  "You know
what?  We should go shopping.  I'll help you find clothes who match your
real personality." she said.  "Well that would be great." not really able
to concentrate on anything else than my exposed, wet and gaping pussy. 
"What about tonight?  We could go to the mall after school!" she said
excitedly.  "Tonight?  I don't know if my parents would like me to go out
on a week night..." "Well you can tell them you come to my place to study.
You could even spend the night in my house!  My parents won't be there,
they are leaving tonight for a 5 days trip." "I don't know...  I'll have to
call my parents to ask them.  But it would be great.  I didn't want to come
back home dressed as I am now!" "Yeah, you'll have something to wear, since
we are going shopping for clothes!  Here, you can use my cell phone to call
your parents." I called my mother at work and told her I was going to spend
the night at Alicia's home to study.  She seemed OK with it and told me to
behave.  Alicia was happy and so was I.  But it was distracting to talk
with her and with my mother on the phone with my pussy on display like
that.

   We kept chatting until the end of lunch hour.  When time was up, we got
up and walked back inside.  I felt more relaxed, but I was still horny from
my display in front of Alicia.  "I'm going to my class.  We'll meet here at
the end of our classes, ok?" she asked.  "OK, no problem." "By-the-way, I
really like your shaved pussy!  It is so cute!" She left me and I looked
frantically around to see if anybody had heard her last comment.  A lot of
people were looking at me, but it was probably just because of my attire. I
quickly walked away and went to my class.  I only had two periods in the
afternoon, and nothing bad happened, except the fact that I was really
horny all the time.  At least I didn't cum in class this time.  I didn't
really listen to what the teachers were talking about, though.

   After my last class, I met Alicia at the exit.  We walked away and she
told me her mum would pick us up and drives us to the mall.  I started to
panic.  "I can't go to the mall like this!  We have to go back to your
place.  I need to borrow you something to wear!" I shouted.  "Why?  You
spent the whole day in school like that.  I don't see why you couldn't go
to the mall like that too.  Besides, we're going there to buy clothes, so
you'll have something to wear soon..." I didn't want her mom to see me like
this, and I felt really bad about walking in the mall half naked!  She was
definitely crazy!  I was about to refuse when her mother pulled up.  Alicia
ran to the car and opened the passenger door.  She entered the car and I
weakly opened the rear door.  I sat down and tried to put my legs together
inside.  This was really bad.  I've known Alicia's mother for years.  She
is a friend of my mother.  "Hi Erica!" She said.  "Hello." I replied
weakly. "My god!  That's a sexy outfit!  Did you go to your classes dressed
like that?" "She got her clothes stolen during her gym class!  That's her
gym outfit." said Alicia.  "Oh I see.  I hope you didn't loose too valuable
clothes!" "Well, not really...  Those were old clothes." I answered.  "I
certainly understand why you need to go shopping then!" She laughed. 
Fortunately, she didn't seem to notice I was bottomless.

   She dropped us in the parking lot and Alicia said her goodbyes for the
weekend since her parents would be gone for their trip when we go back to
her place.  I said goodbye too, while pulling on my t-shirt.  When the car
left, I had a sinking feeling.  I was half-naked, on a parking lot in front
of a mall.  And I was about to walk inside with my so-called beast friend!
How could it be worse?  Alicia didn't want to leave me the time to think
about it.  She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the entrance.  My knees
were shaking and I felt like fainting.  I only had my t-shirt, my socks, my
sneakers and my purse!  When we passed the doors, I stopped dead in my
tracks!  God was this mall crowded!  There were people everywhere!  I was
holding onto the hem of my t-shirt with both hands like my life depended on
it.  I don't know why this felt much worse than at school.  At least I was
in a familiar surrounding there.  Here, I felt like I was in a completely
public place.  Anybody could walk by and see me!  "Stop pulling on that
t-shirt!  You'll tear it!" Said Alicia.  I looked at her with pleading
eyes. This was too much for me.  "Look, if you keep trying to hide and act
like there is a problem, people will notice you.  You just have to act
naturally.  Just let go of your t-shirt and walk with me.  There's nothing
to worry about.  Your t-shirt is long enough to cover you, as long as you
don't bend or squat, of course!" She said.  Maybe she was right, but I
didn't know how I could possibly act naturally!  I was naked!  She grabbed
my hand and I reluctantly let go of the t-shirt and followed her.

   She made me walk without entering any shop at first, to help me relax,
as she said it.  I didn't feel relaxed at all.  I was sometimes looking at
the ground to avoid stares, sometimes looking around me to see if a lot of
people were looking at me.  And they were!  I could see a lot of people
looking at my legs.  I suppose they were trying to figure out what I was
wearing under the t-shirt!  If only they knew...

   Alicia dragged me in front of a lingerie shop.  "One very important part
of sexy clothing is the underwear." She said.  I looked at her with an
expressionless face.  "I saw what you wear, and it's not sexy at all!  You
need to get rid of those printed white-cotton granny panties!  Come with
me..." She grabbed my hand and led me inside.  We were surrounded by sexy
lacy underwear.  She led me to a wall full of hanging panties.  She focused
on a display of thongs.  She asked my size and took a few of them.  She
then led me to the changing room.  There were two rooms closed by a curtain
on the back wall of the shop.  I entered one of them and looked at the
thongs Alicia chose for me.  Those were sexy things!  First, I took one
white simple model.  It was a simple white triangle in front, and a string
in the back and on the hips.  No lace on this one.  I pulled it on (I
didn't need to remove anything first!).  Alicia asked me to show her.  I
pulled the curtain open.  "You should remove your t-shirt!  I don't see
anything!" She said.  I wanted to close the curtain but Alicia was holding
it.  Besides, I'd have to open it to show her anyway.  I quickly grabbed my
t-shirt and pulled it over my head.  I dropped it in the room and waited
for Alicia's approbation.  She looked at me from head to toe.  "Nice! 
That's sexy!  Turn around." I turn my back to her.  "I like that!  The
string is really hidden between your butt cheeks, it almost looks like you
are naked!" She said.  Then I froze in terror.  Another voice talked.  "Do
you need help?" It was the saleswoman!  I didn't move while Alicia talked
to her.  "Well...  We are looking for something sexy for my friend here."
said Alicia.  "Well you certainly found something sexy!" She answered. 
"Turn around!" said Alicia.  I slowly turned around until I was facing
them. The saleswoman was looking at my small tits with a smile.  "Maybe you
are in the wrong shop here.  There is a children's clothing shop over there
where you could find something more of her age..." She said.  I felt
completely humiliated.  This saleswoman looked to be about 20, very good
looking in a nice dress.  She obviously thought I was a little girl! 
Alicia was smiling.  "Well she looks a little younger that she really is,
and I don't think they'll have anything sexy in that shop." "That's true,
but why does she need to look sexy?" asked the woman.  "We want her to look
older, and more attractive!  Her classmates always make fun of her because
of the way she dresses..." said Alicia.  "I see...  Well as long as you
pay, there's no problem." said the woman.

   I felt like a little girl because of the way they were talking about me
like I wasn't there.  And I wasn't allowed any modesty either!  I was in
plain view of the whole shop.  Luckily, there didn't seem to be anyone else
in the shop now.  "Do you have anything that would look sexy on top of
that?" asked Alicia.  "Well...  With her small breast, I don't think a
Wonderbra could do any wonder.  A push-up needs something to push up, if
you know what I mean!  But we have maybe some padded bras that could
probably fit.  I'll go and see what I can find." "Why don't you try another
thong?" asked Alicia when she was away.  I wanted to close the curtain, but
she was still holding it.  No one was around so I thought I could do it
quickly.  I don't know why I didn't dare to ask her to let go of the
curtain!  I think I felt too weak to talk.  So I turned my back to her and
dropped the thong to my feet and stepped out of it.  I picked it up then
took the next one.  It was a black lacy one.  I quickly put it on and
turned around.  "Wow that is sexy too!" Said Alicia.  She was right.  The
front was lacy on the edges and completely see-through and the back was
nothing more than a string.  This was as decent as naked.  "Try the last
one." Said Alicia.  I again turned my back to her to remove it.  Once I was
naked and bent over to pick it up on the ground, I heard the saleswoman
coming back.  "Here!  Try this on!" She said.  I quickly turned around and
put the thong on the chair.  I was mortified to be seen completely naked,
and bending over too!  I shuddered at the display I just gave to her.  She
had a big smile and was presenting a bra to me.  She clearly wanted me to
take it without letting me the time to put panties on first.  I took the
bra and tried to put it on.  It was the first time I was wearing a bra and
I had troubles with the hook at the back.  The saleswoman came to help me
and hooked it.  She then put her hands on the cups and adjusted it.  It was
weird!  The bra was cute, but I didn't fill the cups, even though they were
small and padded.  It looked like I was wearing my mother's bra.  The cups
were not touching my nipples and I could see them when I looked down.  The
saleswoman and Alicia laughed.  "I don't think she can wear this!  She
certainly doesn't need it!" said the saleswoman.  "Don't you have anything
smaller?" asked Alicia.  "Not really...  What she needs - if she really
wants to wear a bra - is a sport bra.  But I don't even think I have
something in her size.  You'll have to look in the children's shop!" I felt
mortified by her comments.  She must have thought I was a little girl
trying to look older.  "A sport bra wouldn't look sexy.  We need something
else..." said Alicia.  "Well, a bra is not mandatory to look sexy! 
Especially with very small breast." she said with a quick glance to my
chest.  She walked over to a rack just outside the changing rooms area. 
She grabbed a black see-thru camisole and held it in front of her.  "This
looks sexy regardless of the bust size." she said.  "Oh yes!  That looks
good!" said Alicia.  She walked to the saleswoman and took the camisole
from her hands.  "Come here Erica!  You should try this on." I walked to
her still thinking about the humiliating words of the saleswoman, not
realizing I was walking in a shop wearing only a bra!  I held my hand to
take the camisole, but she withdrew it.  "You need to remove that bra
first, Erica!" she said with a grin.  I looked at her with big eyes.  What
game was she playing?  I just wanted to get this over with so I reached in
my back to unhook my bra.  Of course I couldn't do it.  The saleswoman told
me to turn so she could help me.  I turned around and at exactly the same
time, three girls about 18 to 20 years old walked inside the shop.  They
stopped dead in their tracks when they saw me.  I tried to turn around to
go back to the safety of change-rooms, but the saleswoman was already
holding the back of my bra.  "Stop moving or I'll never manage to remove
it!" she scolded me.  I looked at the ground while she unsnapped my bra
then let it slide down my arms.  I wanted to cover myself but had to let go
of the straps.  I heard the girls gasp and laugh.  They were probably
surprised to see how flat my chest was.  "Lift your arms above your head."
said Alicia.  I lifted my arms.  I was almost crying.  But I was so horny!
Alicia put the camisole down my arms and down my torso.  I put my arms down
and breathed deeply.  Apparently I didn't breathe since I saw those girls.
My heart was beating so fast!  I looked down at the camisole and gasped. 
It was completely see-thru.  I could see my very hard nipples as clearly as
if I was naked, and it went down to my waist, leaving my butt and pussy
completely on display.  I turned around to face Alicia and the saleswoman.
Of course I showed my butt to the three girls by doing this but what choice
did I have?  "Wow!  That' great!  You look good!  It's really classy!"
exclaimed Alicia.  "Oh yes it is.  I believe some of our customers wear
that as a top to go dancing in clubs." said the saleswoman.  "Really?"
asked Alicia with too much interest to my taste.  "Yes, but they wear a
black bra underneath to look decent of course!  So that wouldn't work with
our girl here, since there is no bra that would fit her, except from some
sport bra from the children's clothing store..." "Well, it would be
indecent if she had something to hide!" said Alicia.  "That's right...  But
I doubt she's old enough to go dancing, anyway!" "Not yet but we sometimes
have parties at friend's houses..." said Alicia.  I looked at her.  She
couldn't expect me to go to parties wearing that!  But the smile on her
face told me otherwise.  Why do I consider her as a friend?  "You have to
buy it, Erica!" she told me.  "Well...  OK, why not..." I managed to say.
"Do you have other things to propose us?" asked Alicia to the saleswoman.
"Well, we have some nice nighties that would look nice on her.  Come this
way."

   She walked past the three girls in the direction of the door.  Alicia
took my hand and pulled me.  We followed her and I could feel my whole body
burn in shame when I walked past the three girls.  They were openly staring
at me with big smiles.  "Hey little girl!  Can't find your way back to the
changing room?" said one of them.  They all cracked up laughing, including
Alicia and the saleswoman!  I felt like dying.  I kept walking, pretending
I didn't hear.  We stopped near the nighties.  We were just near the door.
I wasn't really in plain view from the outside, but anybody passing by and
looking at the right moment could see me!  Fortunately, nobody seemed to be
looking that way.  The saleswoman took one silky white nightie and showed
it to us.  "Oh that looks nice!  You have to try it on, Erica." said
Alicia. I didn't like the sound of that.  She grabbed the hem of my
camisole and lifted it.  I had given away every hope of modesty by now so I
lifted my arms until she removed it completely.  I then went to take the
nightie to quickly put it on, but the saleswoman was removing it from the
clothes hanger.  She took like an eternity before she could handle it to
me. I was so nervous I had troubles putting it on.  She took it and
proceeded to dress me.  I was mortified.  Not only did I look like a little
girl, I was treated as one too.  When she had it on me, I looked down.  I
have to admit it looked good!  It was a little see-through, but really not
as much as the camisole.  It was lacy on the cleavage and on the bottom,
and there were two slits on the sides that went up to the waist.  If I had
been wearing panties, they would have been visible.  "You look good!" said
Alicia.  "Yes she does!" said the saleswoman.  Even the three girls behind
seemed impressed by how it looked on me.  I managed to smile and I twirled
to show it well.  I was glad to have the attention since I didn't felt
naked this time.  I started to relax some more.  "I think I'll buy it." I
said.  "...with the camisole and the two thongs!" added Alicia.  "Well...
yes..." I replied.  I wasn't really sure about the camisole and the thongs,
but Alicia was insistent and they did look good.  "OK, give me camisole and
the nightie and I'll go check them and put them in a pack for you." said
the saleswoman.  She grabbed the hem of the nightie and pulled it up and
off of me before I had time to think.  I was completely naked in the shop
and she walked away with the nightie and the camisole.  I walked in the
direction of the changing room and had to walk past the three girls who
hadn't moved yet.  When I was at their level, I heard someone gasp behind
me.  I turned around and there was a middle age couple standing at the
entrance looking at me in shock.  I turned around and quickly went to the
safety of my changing room.  When I was inside, I couldn't resist the urge
and stroked my clit with one hand and put one then two fingers in my pussy
with the other hand.  I came in less than one minute, biting my lip to
avoid screaming.  When I was finished, I heard Alicia on the other side of
the curtain: "If you are finished, you could give me the thongs so I can
give them to the saleswoman." she said.  Oh god!  She certainly heard me
moan!  I took the thongs and opened the curtain to give them to her.  She
was looking at me with a big smile.  She took the thongs and winked at me.
"Don't take too long in there, we still have other shops to visit." she
said.  She walked away and I quickly closed the curtain because I could see
the three girls and the couple still looking my way.  I don't know if they
heard me, but they certainly saw I was still naked.  I had to sit down to
calm down my nerves and get my breath back.

   Once I was calmed down, I put my t-shirt back on and took my purse.  I
took a deep breath and opened the curtain.  Somehow, the three girls and
the couple seemed even more shocked than before.  It was like this was
worse than being naked.  I guess they are right.  It's probably worse to
walk around half naked in a big mall than to walk around naked in a little
shop.  I walked to the cash register.  Alicia and the saleswoman were
waiting for me.  I paid for my new underwear and took the bag.  It was
expensive, but I had some money since I had worked during the holiday. 
"Thank you very much.  Come back whenever you want!" Said the saleswoman
with a big smile.  We walked out of the shop under the stares of everybody.
I walked fast to go away as quickly as possible.  Alicia followed me and
caught my shoulder.  "Hey!  Wait!  Where are you running?" She asked.  "I
just want to go away from those people!  They saw me naked!" I told her. 
"Yes and?" "And I don't want to see them again!  That was terribly
humiliating!  You have no idea..." "But you liked it!  I heard you in the
change-room!" "Yeah...  I know..." I mumbled.  She was right.  I did enjoy
it, but it was humiliating anyway!  "Let's go to that shop!  They have a
lot of clothes!" Said Alicia.  I followed her inside.  It was a very big
shop with clothes for men, women and children.  My mother used to come her
with me because the clothes were cheap but of good quality.

   I followed Alicia as she led me through the clothes rags.  We were
heading to the children's department!  Alicia stopped and looked through
the clothes.  "I know we are trying to make you look sexier, but with your
stature, I think it's here we will find something that fits you..." She was
right; my clothes always look oversized on me.  But I couldn't say I was
looking forward to wearing children clothes.  Alicia was looking in the
tops.  She already had some in her hand.  She then grabbed my hand and led
me to the change-room area.  It was a big area for the whole shop.  Men,
women and children went there.  You had several cubicles closed by a
curtain.  I took the tops Alicia had chosen for me and entered one.  I
removed my t-shirt and tried the first one.  It was a tight blue tank top.
It was made of thin cotton and you could see the shape of my nipples.  It
reached to my waist and that left me naked below the waist.  I pulled
lightly on the curtain and put my head outside to call Alicia.  She was
outside the area, looking at clothes.  I called her name but she didn't
hear me.  I called louder and she heard this time, but other people heard
too and looked in my direction!  Alicia came over.  "How does it look? 
Show me!" She said.  "Well, I can't come out...  I'm half naked!" I
whispered.  "You don't need to come out!  Just open the curtain!" She said.
She then grabbed the curtain and opened it completely, leaving me
completely exposed and speechless.  I knew it wasn't a good idea to go
shopping with her!  I just hope there's nobody I know here.  I looked
around and a lot of people were now looking in my direction with different
reactions.  A lot of people looked shocked (mostly mothers or women with
their husbands), some looked really interested (mostly men), and some were
just laughing (mostly children, and lonely women).  Alicia of course acted
like nothing was unusual and made comments on my top.  "You look good!  You
should wear tight clothes more often.  It looks good even though you have
small tits!" She said.  I didn't answer since I was still speechless.  "Try
the second one!  It's my favorite!"

   I quickly closed the curtain and took a deep breath.  I didn't even
notice I wasn't breathing the whole time!  I removed the blue top and took
the other one.  It was much smaller!  I put it on and looked in the mirror.
It was a light yellow tank top that leaves the belly uncovered.  It looked
like a sport bra!  My hard nipples were pushing very hard again the thin
material and you could even see their color thru it.  Alicia didn't wait
this time and opened the curtain.  I gasped and just looked at her, unable
to move.  I don't know why, I didn't even try to cover myself.  I think she
was slowly having me get used to be exposed naked in public.  Everybody was
still there looking at me and I was trembling from nervousness.  "Wow! 
That's sexy!  You should definitely buy this one!  You look hot!" She
nearly screamed.  God is she trying to attract everyone's attention?  I
guess now everyone in the area saw me!  She made me try some others tops
the same way.  People seemed to wait casually for each of my apparitions.
One girl even came to make comments on my tops.  She was probably just
finding an excuse to see me up close, but she acted like Alicia, focusing
on the top I was wearing and discussing with her of how I looked.  "I like
that one.  The deep cleavage looks good on her..." She said.  "Yes but it
is maybe too loose for her..." Said Alicia.  "That's all the fun!  Could
you bend over, please?" She asked me.  I looked at Alicia who just nodded.
I slowly bent over and the loose top I was wearing parted with my chest,
giving both of them (and probably a couple other people) a good view of my
small breast.  "Oh yeah!  I like that!  I know what skirt would look good
with that!  Don't move, I'll be back" Said Alicia.  She left and I was
suddenly alone with this girl I don't even know.  Everybody around was
still looking at me, wearing nothing but a loose top that leave everything
below my belly button completely on display.  I wanted to close the curtain
but the girl had other thoughts.  "I'm Sarah, by-the-way." She said while
she shook my hand.  "I'm Erica..." "Nice to meet you!  Is that girl your
big sister?" She asked, referring to Alicia.  "No, she's my friend." "Oh!
OK...  Are all you friends much older than you?" She asked.  "No, most of
them are my age..." I answered.  "You are a cute little girl anyway." She
said.  "Thank you..." I answered.  Then I understood!  She thought I was
much younger than Alicia!  Of course, I was trying children's clothes and
with my shaved pussy and little tits, she must have thought I was 10 to 12
years old.  I didn't dare tell her I was really 16!  What would she have
thought about me!  Alicia came back with a skirt.  "Here!  Try this on!" I
took it and quickly put it on without bothering with the curtains.  It was
a really short black pleated skirt.  I looked in the mirror and it looked
really good.  I never wear skirts this short, but I liked it.  Alicia and
Sarah seemed to like it too.  "My god you look so cute!" Said Sarah.  "Oh
yes she does!" Added Alicia.  I felt good to be completely dressed (except
for underwear of course).  I took some poses in front of the mirror.  "You
shouldn't put your t-shirt on the ground, you'll get it dirty!" Said
Alicia, pointing to my t-shirt.  I had indeed dropped it on the floor.  I
bent over to pick it up and heard Sarah and Alicia gasp.  I turned around
with my t-shirt in my hand and looked at them.  Their smile told me long
about what I just showed them!

   I removed the skirt and the top and put my t-shirt back on.  I ended up
buying two tops and the skirt and we left with all my new clothes in bags.
It was weird walking around with bags full of clothes while wearing only a
t-shirt.  I wanted to tell Alicia I wanted to go change in the bathroom,
but I don't know what stopped me.  I just followed her around the mall and
we stopped in different shops.  We visited music stores and other things
like that.  I really didn't have a lot of money left after what I already
bought.  I told it to Alicia and we decided we had already bought some fine
items and we decided to head to the food court.  I thought about my
purchases and sighed.  I actually bought underwear, one skirt and two tops.
That's not really what I had in mind to replace the clothes I lost at
school and at the library, but I suppose that'll do for now.  We found a
free table and Alicia sat down.  I looked at her nervously and she raised
an eyebrow with a little smile.  "I think I'll ...  I mean I should ... 
I'd like to go to the toilet and put something more decent on...  I don't
want to sit here in my t-shirt..." I said, lowering my eyes.  "Oh Come on!
You spent the whole day dressed like that!  Just sit down!" She said.  I
sat down, nervously holding onto the hem of my t-shirt.  Alicia asked what
I wanted and went to the counter to order our food.  I felt really nervous
sitting alone dressed like that in the middle of a big mall.  I desperately
wanted to put some of my new clothes on, but at the same time, I
desperately wanted to rip off my t-shirt and masturbate right then and
there.  But I didn't do anything; I just waited for Alicia to come back
with our food.

   When we were done eating, I told Alicia I wanted to go to the toilet. 
She just grabbed my bag and said she'd keep them while I went there.  I
suppose she wanted to be sure I I'd stay in my t-shirt and nothing else!  I
looked at her with pleading eyes, but she just raised an eyebrow.  Nothing
was said, but I knew I couldn't negotiate with her.  I reluctantly went to
the bathroom and did my business there.  I resisted the urge to masturbate
and came back to where Alicia was waiting for me.

   She suggested we visit one last shop before going back home.  I followed
her into this big sport shop.  She led me to the swimsuits area.  "One
thing you definitely need to change is your bathing suit!  Your suits are
not good." She exclaimed while looking around her.  "What's wrong with my
suits?" I asked.  "A one piece bathing suit isn't sexy at all!  You need a
bikini!  The only time I saw you wearing something sexy in a pool was at
the water park!" She said, blinking at me.  I blushed, thinking about the
day I went in the water park wearing nothing but white cotton panties, then
loosing them in a pool.  Meanwhile, Alicia was looking at the bikinis for
girls.  "There is no point looking into the adult stuff, we wont find a top
that fits you..." She said.  I didn't answer and looked nervously at what
she was finding.  She found one thing that look like a bunch of string and
some pieces of materials hanging on a clothes hanger.  She handed it to me
and told me to try it on.

   I went to the change room and walked in.  It was in the middle of the
shop and closed with a double door like in a saloon.  You can see the head
and the feet of the people inside.  I removed my t-shirt and took the
bikini.  I looked at the tag.  It was for 14 year old girls!  I had
troubles to untangle all the strings, but managed to get the bottoms on. 
It fitted very well.  It was light yellow, tied at the sides.  The front
and the back didn't cover as much as I'd like to, but it did looked fine. I
had more troubles with the top.  There were two triangles of material and a
lot of strings, but I couldn't find the right way to put it on.  Alicia
asked me if I needed help and I told her I did.  She opened the door wide
and I looked in shock.  One salesman was behind her.  She obviously new it
because she stayed out of the way to allow him to look at me.  She asked me
what was wrong and I showed her the top.  She took it and tried to put it
right, but she just messed it some more.  The salesman saw that and came to
help us.  He tried to help Alicia, but I could see he was just enjoying the
view.  They finally managed to get it right and the salesman held it and
told me to come out so he could help me put it on.  I didn't have time to
think because Alicia pushed me to him.  I stood in front of me while he
told me to put my arms up.  He took his time to tie the string around my
torso.  Then he pulled the cups on my tits, brushing them in the process.
They were rock hard and I couldn't suppress a moan when he did that.  He
then tied the string behind my neck and took a step back to take a good
look.  I dropped my arms and looked down.  The cups were too big!  I could
see my nipples as the material parted from my skin.  The salesman came
behind me, telling me hed try to adjust it.  He reached in front of me and
grabbed my nipples thru the material.  I gasped and he apologizes, telling
me he was just trying to pull the material on my chest.  He did that and
tried to tie the knot tighter, but it wouldn't fit!  He then untied both
knot and took the top completely off me, saying he was going to find a
smaller size.  I just stood there topless with a grinning Alicia.  There
were several other customers looking at me, pretending to look around in
the shop.  The salesman came back with a smaller top.  This one was for 12
years old girls.  He again put it on me, grabbing and brushing against my
nipples several times in the process.  This top fitted better and I looked
good like that.  Alicia told me so and I decided to buy it.  I thought I'd
better find a job because this was going to cost the last little money I
still had.  I went into the change room to remove the bikini and put my
t-shirt back on.  I then went to pay for it.

   It was getting late, so we left the mall.  Alicia's house was not far.
We had to walk five minutes.  It was pretty windy and I had trouble keeping
my t-shirt down with my hands full of bags.  I attracted a lot of attention
on the way.  I got whistles, horns and probably every head turning in my
direction.  We finally made it to her house and I let out a sigh of relief
when she let me in.

   We went directly to her bedroom to put all the stuff we bought.  This
has been a very stressful day and it was the first time I could really
relax since the morning.  There was nobody except Alicia, and I began to
feel comfortable being exposed to her.  She asked me if I wanted to take a
shower, and I gladly accepted.  The stress made me sweat, and I could tell
some area between my legs could use a wash too!  Alicia showed me the
bathroom next to her room, and I stripped off my t-shirt and walked in the
shower.  It was good to relax under the water, and I enjoyed that peaceful
instant.  When I turned off the shower and walked out of the shower, there
was no towel.  I called Alicia and she brought me a small hand towel.  I
toweled myself, and then looked around for my t-shirt.  Alicia told me she
took it in her room.  I tried to put the towel around myself but it was way
too small.  Alicia told me I didn't need it and she walked out of the
bathroom.  I dropped the towel and followed her, figuring I'd put my
t-shirt back on in her bedroom.  When I was in the hall, I saw Alicia
walking to the stairs.  "Let's go down watch some TV!" She said.  "Just a
minute...  I'll put my t-shirt back on..." I said.  "Well, I put it in the
washing machine since I was doing the laundry.  I thought you'd appreciate
it..." "Oh thank you...  I'll put something I just bought then..." "You
don't need to bother with clothes, you know.  It's just the two of us! 
Come on..." She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the stairs.  "But...
but..." I didn't know what to say.  Of course it was the two of us, and she
already saw me naked (I was actually naked in front of her at that very
moment, actually!).  But the thought I was about to walk around naked in
her living room seemed scary.  I've been there often with her parents
around and even if I knew they wouldn't be there, I was reluctant.  Alicia
didn't let me time to think about it though and I was soon walking down the
stairs.  Once we were in the living room Alicia let go of my hand and I
just stood there.  I don't know why but I remember thinking it was almost
as bad as walking around in school half-naked.  Now that I think back, it
wasn't that bad I suppose.  But this was like a family environment, and I
felt out of place being naked there.  But I fought those feelings and
walked to the couch while Alicia went into the kitchen to fetch us some
drinks.

   When I sat down in the cold leather couch, I looked around and gasped.
The curtains were wide open!  The light was on and I knew there were
several houses across the street where people could have had a good view of
my naked body.  I looked and saw some lights on but I could see anybody
looking.  Of course if someone had switched his light off, I couldn't see
anything.  I shuddered at the thought of some old pervert staring at me
from his bedroom window.  I didn't dare getting up to close the curtains
because it would mean giving a full frontal view to anybody who was
looking. There was probably nobody, but I didn't want to take the chance. I
was giving a good side view right now, but with my arms crossed, nothing
was really on show, except the unmistakable fact that I was totally naked
in Alicia's living room!  Alicia came back with two glasses of ice-tea and
casually sat next to me (not between me and the window!) and handed me my
glass.  I took it and asked her if she could close the curtains.  "Why? 
Are you afraid to get sun burnt?" She asked playfully.  Damn, she would
give me no respite!  "Well...  I don't really want to give your neighbors a
show!" I said weekly.  "You already are!  But I doubt they're looking. 
Besides, the curtains are a bit tricky to close.  Last time I did it, they
fell from the window and it took an hour to my mother to put them back on.
She told me not to try using them again, and I certainly don't want to
try!" She said.  "But I'm completely on display!  What if one of your
neighbors looks in our direction?" "Relax!  I'll soften the light." She
walked to the switch and softened the light.  The room was darker now and I
suppose you couldn't see much from outside except silhouettes.  I slouched
in the couch and sipped my ice-tea while Alicia switched the TV on.  There
was some variety show and I soon relaxed.  I pulled one foot on the couch
and that gave Alicia a nice view of my pussy.  I didn't do it on purpose,
but I noticed her taking a glance then smile.  I thought about putting my
leg down but thought what the hell!  She already saw my pussy several
times! She couldn't tell I wasn't relaxed with my body in front of her,
now!

   The variety show ended and Alicia flipped through the channels.  It was
getting late and we had school the day after, so we decided to go to sleep.
I followed Alicia to her bedroom.  She left me there and went to the
bathroom to change.  This was funny!  She was the one telling me to relax
with my body and she wouldn't change in front of me, even though I was
completely naked in her bedroom!  She came back wearing a silky white
nightie that looked good on her.  "Could I borrow you some sleepwear?" I
asked tentatively.  "Oh!  Dont worry about me, you can sleep in the nude, I
won't be offended!" She answered with a smile.  "Well...  I don't usually
sleep naked; I'd rather wear something...  Maybe I could wear something I
bought!" "I think you'd better not.  Those are all new and clean.  You'd
better keep them for good occasions!  Don't worry; you'll be OK like that.
It's for your own good, you know?" She said with a serious look.  She was
again trying to get me to accept my body.  Well I already spend the evening
nude; I could as well sleep like that.  "Well OK then, I'll sleep nude..."
I said reluctantly.  "Cool!" She nearly jumped, clapping her hands.  I
don't know what was so good in having me sleeping in the nude, but she
seemed to like the idea.  I started to wonder if she was a lesbian or
something.  "Now there's the bed problem.  We could sleep together in my
bed but it would be pretty tight!  As you see, it isn't a twin bed." Now I
really started to wonder!  She must have read it in my eyes because she
immediately tried to reassure me.  "Hey don't worry!  I don't fancy you.  I
don't think it'd be a good idea to sleep together.  That's what I was
trying to say!" She said laughing.  "You could either sleep in my parents
bedroom, or on the couch downstairs.  Come with me." She grabbed a blanket
from her cupboard and walked out of her room.  I followed her in her
parents' room.  "Oh crap!" She exclaimed.  I looked at the bed and
understood her exclamation.  Her parents had left plenty of clothes and
other stuff on the bed.  Apparently they were in a hurry when they left and
didn't have time to clean up the mess.  "Don't worry, I'll sleep
downstairs..." I said.  I was really tired from the day anyway.  I could
have slept on the ground if there was no other choice.  This day had been
full of events and I felt drained emotionally.  "Are you sure?" She asked.
"Absolutely!  I'll be OK..." I said, grabbing the blanket.  "Good night
then." "Good night!"

   I walked downstairs and it felt weird being alone and naked there.  I
mean I already came here a lot of time, and talked to Alicia's parents in
this living room.  But here I was, completely naked.  If only they knew!  I
carefully avoided switching on the lights since I couldn't close the
curtains.  I lay down on the couch and tried to sleep.  The other times I
had been exposed in public, I ended my day with a big masturbation session
but I didn't dare doing that in Alicia's living room.  The image of what I
did that day filled my mind though and I couldn't sleep.  I kept thinking
about what I looked like walking around in school dressed in only my
t-shirt.  Then I thought about how I have been exposed while shopping with
Alicia.  Even spending the evening naked with Alicia was something to
remember.  I felt so horny I really couldn't sleep.  The blanket was way
too hot too and I let it down and got up to grab a drink in the kitchen.  I
walked into the kitchen and switched the light on without thinking.  I went
to the sink and poured a glass of water.  I sat down at the kitchen table
and drank my water.  This was weird.  I felt the cold plastic of the chair
under my butt.  I remember I came here last week and sat on this same chair
to talk to Alicia's mom while Alicia was doing some chore.  I shivered
imagining myself sitting here naked talking to her.  Then I gasped when I
realized the curtains were open here too.  With the lights on, I was in
plain view!  But I relaxed when I remembered there was no house with a
direct view into the kitchen.  Still I switched the light off and looked
outside.  The kitchen was on the rear of the house and there was a glass
door leading to the garden.  There seemed to be a light breeze outside and
I still felt so hot.  I opened the door slightly to let some fresh air in.
It felt good on my skin, but I still felt hot.  I opened the door
completely because nobody could see me anyway.  I then took a step outside.
I felt free and horny as I looked around me.  I was completely naked
outside!  The last times it happened to me, I wasn't in control and it had
been humiliating but this time it was different.  I felt in control even if
I didn't really choose to spend the night naked.  This time I was alone and
nobody was looking at me.  I took some steps in the garden and appreciated
the soft tickling of the grass under my feet.  I couldn't walk too far from
the house because I would be in direct view from the windows of Alicia's
neighbors.  By staying near the house, I was pretty much out of view for
them, unless they bent at the window to look at me.  Which they probably
would do if they knew I was here naked but thank god, they didn't knew!

   I finally came back inside.  I didn't felt refreshed at all.  If
possible, my little escapade outside had made me even hotter!  I came back
to the couch and try to get some sleep because I had school the day after.
I spent hours turning, sweating and trying to think about something else
then my nudity but it was to no avail.  I was too horny to sleep, but I
couldn't bring myself to masturbate in Alicia's living room!  Every time I
considered it, I looked around me and felt ashamed.  There were picture of
the family on the wall.  This was definitely not the right place to bring
myself off.  But I desperately needed it!  It was probably 4 or 5 in the
morning when I finally drifted in sleep.  I remember dreaming I was going
to school wearing only my t-shirt again.  Only this time the t-shirt was
shrinking.  I was walking in the hall and I could feel it uncover the
bottom of my butt cheeks.  Soon, my pussy came into view too.  By the time
I had reached my locker, I was naked below the waist.  A large crowd had
gathered and was staring.  I could feel myself dripping with excitement.  I
opened my locker and took some stuff then closed it.  I turned around and
looked down.  The t-shirt was barely covering my tits.  I walked thru the
hall and with each step the t-shirt kept getting smaller.  Soon, my nipples
were uncovered and the t-shirt had almost disappeared.  I came to my
classroom and walked in and I was completely naked.  All my classmates and
the teacher were looking at me and that's when I had a big orgasm.  I came
like crazy while my classmates where cheering.  "Erica!  Erica!" My orgasm
seemed to last forever and I was screaming.  I felt a hand grabbing my arm.
"Erica!  Erica!" It was Alicia's voice.  I opened my eyes and saw her face
looking at me.  I was back in her living-room and I just had a huge orgasm
in front of her!  "Are you OK?" She asked.  I was completely breathless. 
"Hu?  Yeah...  I...  just had a nightmare..." I tried to explain.  "A
nightmare?  Seems like a not-so-bad one to me!" She said with a big smile.
I looked down at myself.  The blanket had fallen on the ground.  My legs
were spread and my right hand was on my pussy.  My fingers were full of my
juices.  There was no way I could hide the nature of my dream!  I sat down
and tried to grab the blanket to cover myself but Alicia took it first. 
"It's high time to wake up sleepy-head!  You can fix yourself a breakfast
in the kitchen." She walked away with the blanket and went upstairs.

   I walked to the kitchen, washed my hands and fixed myself a bowl of
cereal.  I felt really hungry.  I blushed when I saw the garden thru the
glass door.  I would dare walking outside now in plain daylight without a
stitch of clothing.  Alicia came down and fixed her breakfast.  She was
already dressed in a blouse and jeans.  "My god you look terrible!" She
said.  "I know!  I couldn't sleep.  I don't know why..." I answered.  I
felt like I hadn't slept at all.  This was going to be a very long day. 
"Do you want some coffee to wake you up?" She asked.  "Oh yes thank you!"
She fixed me a cup of coffee and I drank it.  "Damn!  It's time to go! 
I'll go and fetch my bag..." Said Alicia.  I followed her upstairs to grab
my bag and dress.  When I was in her room she handed me my bag.  "Wait!  I
have to dress!  I can't go to school naked!" I shouted as she was running
to the stairs.  "Oh shit you're right!  I forgot you were naked.  Quick,
we'll miss our bus!" She came back and went to the bags containing the
stuff I bought the day before while I put my socks on.  She opened the
first bag she found and took what was inside.  It was the silky nightie. 
"Lift your arms!" She said.  I quickly lifted my arms and she put the
nightie on me.  She handed me my shoes.  "Quick!  Put them on!" I put them
on without thinking.  She then grabbed her bag and gave me mine and pulled
me out of the room then down the stairs.  "But...  But..." I mumbled.  I
couldn't go out like this!  This was not a dress!  It was supposed to be
worn as nightwear!  Or underwear!  It was lacy and see-thru!  And the slits
on the sides!  You could see my skin up to my waist!  "Quick!  We have to
be at the bus stop in three minutes!" She shouted.  We were soon outside
running to the corner of the street.  I was completely stunned by Alicia's
actions.  Did she plan this ahead?  The bag with this nightie was the one
were my panties were too.  Why didn't she give me one pair?  And why didn't
she wake me up earlier if we were so late?  I didn't even have time to wash
and I could feel my thighs were coated with my juice from the huge orgasm I
had this morning.  I could feel the front and the rear part of the nightie
lift with each step I took.

   The bus was at the bus stop when we arrived and we just had time to hop
in before the doors closed.  I looked down at myself and gasped.  This
looked like the begining of another terribly embarrassing day!!!



   05 - Stripping Erica by AMERICAN COWBOY

   The day turned out to be very mild, much too mild for the beginning of
February.  In fact, it was absolutely hot, which sucked because I had long
ago put away my summer clothes.  Of course, it was also too late before I
came to this conclusion, having suffered through my first period class in
those jeans that had extra heavy denim, and my oversized sweatshirt.  When
the bell rang, I bolted out of my seat and out the classroom -- flustered
and stifled from the heat.  I felt like I was suffocating.

    -œHey, Erica -- you don -(TM)t look so good. -

   That was Alicia, exiting a classroom on the other side of the corridor,
and coming up to greet me.  We used to be the best of friends, although
things had grown a little cooler between the two of us.  Ever since I
noticed a pattern of unfortunate events occurring when we were together,
and since she had been becoming chummier with that bitch, Lisa, I had
started to keep some distance from her.  But now she approached me with a
look of genuine concern on her face.

    -œDo you have a fever or something?  Oh, I guess you are just a little
overdressed for today.  Well, I can -(TM)t blame you -- who would have
thought it would hit the mid eighties just a couple of weeks before
Valentine -(TM)s Day! -

    -œYeah, I know.  Maybe I should pay more attention to the weather
reports.  Listen, do you have anything in your locker you could lend me, so
I can get changed? -

   I hated to ask, but my choice of wardrobe was becoming rather
unbearable. I couldn -(TM)t see myself making it through the rest of the
day in my current state of dress.  Alicia seemed to consider for a moment.

    -œI have a study period right now, but I -(TM)m afraid you are going to
be late for your next class.  If we hurry, I think I can hook you up with
something. -

   Damn, she was right.  No doubt about it, I would never make it on time
if I went with Alicia to her locker, then into the toilets to get changed.
Every moment I pondered this dilemma, another minute slipped by before the
bell would ring again.  However, in my confusion and indecision, Alicia
reached out and grabbed my arm and started pulling me down the hallway. 
She was much stronger than me, so it really took no effort.  I guess she
made up my mind for me!

   Hers was at the end of the last bank of lockers along the wall.  It was
around a bend of the main corridor, and we had to pass by only one
classroom slowly filling up with students.  There was a stairwell close at
hand, which led to the floor where my next class was.  But that meant I
would have to run to the toilets first to get changed, and then back here
to ascend to the second floor of the school.  I felt like I was running a
relay race.  To make matters worse, I was positively chaffing beneath my
oppressive clothing.

   Alicia manipulated her locker combination with deft fingers, and in no
time at all the metal door was flung open.  She pulled out a red duffle
bag, which was obviously where she had an extra change of clothes, or maybe
her gym stuff.  I don -(TM)t know why I never carried a spare set in my
locker.  Well, I didn -(TM)t have gym today, but regardless -- how come
other girls seem to set up their lockers like a closet away from home?

    -œOK, I have these flip-flops, - my friend was taking charge and
addressing me as though she was my mother!   -œSo kick of your sneakers and
socks and let your poor feet air out -- -

   I did as I was told, and furthermore proceeded to pull off my
sweatshirt. This, I gratefully discarded and relished the air on my
overheated flesh.  I had not worn an undershirt, but instead a sports bra.
It wasn -(TM)t anything special or lacy, just a plain white halter top that
had a clasp in the front.

    -œAll right now, off with those jeans -- I have some baggy shorts that
will be so much more a relief for you! -

   I caught myself, just as I was about to unsnap the button.   -œBut
Alicia, can -(TM)t you just give me your stuff and I -(TM)ll get changed in
the girls room? -

   My friend blinked once at me, as if that was the stupidest thing she had
ever heard.   -œNo time for that, silly, you are going to be late enough as
it is.  Now drop your pants! -

   Looking over my shoulder, I saw that this corner of the hall was indeed
deserted.  Obviously Alicia wasn -(TM)t trying to humiliate me, but was
abrupt in her tone and mannerisms because she was worried about me getting
in trouble.  Maybe she wasn -(TM)t such a bad friend after all.  With
shaking fingers (I don -(TM)t know why my hands were suddenly shaking) I
popped the button out and slid the coarse material down my slender legs.

   Oh my God!  I -(TM)m sixty feet outside an open classroom, and I -(TM)m
standing here in bra and panties!

    -œFinally, I can let you wear this T-Shirt -- um, panties too, Erica.
-

   What?  I don -(TM)t believe my friend just said that.

    -œCome on, now.  The shorts I am letting you borrow are practically
swimming trunks.  They have a liner inside, and the material is light.  But
you shouldn -(TM)t wear any underwear with them -

   That made sense, I guess.  I mean, I hadn -(TM)t really seen these
shorts of hers yet.  But what could I do?  She was nice enough to be
lending me these things in the first place.  I suppose that will teach me
to pay better attention to the weather reports.  Biting my lower lip (not
my lower lips!) I hooked my thumbs inside the waistband and slid my panties
to the floor.  As soon as I stepped out of them, Alicia reach down and
snatched the white material off the ground.

   I was conscious of my bare feet on the cold tiles of the hallway.  It
felt incredibly good, and a drop of moisture formed inside my shaved pussy.
However, my initial reflex was to slap my hands on my exposed cheeks.  Not
that such an effort would cover anything, but I could see no one was in
front of me except for Alicia.  It was from any wandering bodies that might
round the corner or step out of a classroom that I sought to conceal my
naked ass.

    -œThis will never do, - I heard my friend -(TM)s voice, then like a
snake striking to bite, her hand reach out to unclasp my bra.  The move
took me by surprise, and she easily had it open then off my flailing arms
completely.  Leaving me, completely nude --

    -œAlicia! - I whispered harshly.  I hunched over slightly, but there
was nowhere to hide.  My small tits were free, and as I brought my hands up
to cup them, my nipples hardened instantly.  I could sense my body
blushing, as my engorged pussy lips puffed out, my butt was turning from
pink to red.  I even spun around on a bare heel, disorientated, and anyone
who stepped into this dead-end corridor would have gotten a full frontal
flash!

   When I turned around again, Alicia had a playful smile on her face.  
-œI can -(TM)t wait to tell Lisa I stripped you naked in the hall way!  And
it was so easy, too.  You know, you are running late already -- maybe I
should let you go to class naked! -

   With that, the bell rang signaling that classes had begun.  It sounded
like a thousand alarms in my head.  A door slammed behind me -- I almost
came on the spot.

    -œOK, Erica, don -(TM)t have an orgasm or anything!  Here, take these
-- -

   With that, Alicia tossed the promised set of clothes at me, then started
on her way to the cafeteria.

    -œSee you later, - she called back in farewell.

   I hate it when they say that.  They always emphasize the /see/ as if
exposing me is all part of a big game.  I was breathless enough as it was,
and the thoughts of what the rest of the day might have in store me
certainly had my juices flowing.  Quickly, I pulled on the shorts and
immediately discovered they were a size to big.  Damn!  I would have to
keep the front cinched close in my grip to keep them from falling down. 
Maybe I could find a safety pin --

   But there was no time for that now.  I had to work my way into Alicia
-(TM)s T-shirt with one free arm, then stepped into the flip-flops on the
floor.  And that was it.  That was my attire for the day: a T-shirt and a
pair of trunks that could slip off at any moment.  This was not helping my
overheated state of arousal.  And here I thought changing would find me
relief!  Nevertheless, I picked up my books in my one good arm and headed
off to my English class.  The flip-flops slapped foolishly all the way up
the stairs.

   By the time I made it to my classroom, I must have been ten minutes late
already.  The teacher glared at me as I practically slid through the open
doorway.

    -œHaving problems, Erica? - he intoned sounding none to pleased.

   Pitifully I replied,  -œUm, sorry -- yeah, I wasn -(TM)t feeling well.
-

   It was then that I noticed all my snickering classmates were lined up
along one side of the room against the blackboard, as if this was a
criminal profiling or something.  I had a sudden vision that came to me
unbidden, of me standing up there being strip searched in front of
everyone! I know I was already flushing from the exertion of getting up
here -- I hope no one sensed my arousal.  The teacher must have sensed my
confusion, as he explained with a sigh of annoyance.

    -œAs you know, Erica, I am very concerned about your class -(TM)s
preparation for the upcoming SAT exams.  Do you remember when you were in
third grade and your class would have a Spelling Bee?  Well this is a
special Vocabulary Bee to help you on the verbal section of the exam.  Now
just move to the end of the line -- you have already missed one round! -

   I simply nodded in embarrassment and shuffled down an aisle between
desks and placed myself next to the last student in the line.  I could hear
the teacher droning on with his little exercise; announcing a word most of
us have never heard before, and expecting the student to respond by giving
the definition.  But I was only half listening.  My heart was still beating
fast, and I was only vaguely aware of my surroundings.

    -œHello, Erica, - purred the voice of person next to me.

   Oh no!  It was Lisa the Bitch!  Why the hell did she have to be standing
here at the end?  She would only be a distraction.  I knew no good could
come of this.

    -œMy, those are loose shorts you are wearing today! -

   I opened my mouth, but could only let out a gasp, as Lisa had the
audacity to stick a finger inside the elastic band of the trunks I was
wearing.  I felt her touch my flesh and shivered.  What was she going to
do, pull them down right here in class?  I clutched the front of the
material, tightly bunched up in my fist.  Lisa, however, only worked her
hand behind my back -- reaching deeper and pressing her palm against my
cheek.  She had a lot of room to work with inside these shorts!  What
-(TM)s worse, I felt my own grip of the material loosening.  Then, I couldn
-(TM)t believe what she did next.  She nearly inserted her index finger
into my butt, tracing a line up the crack!  I almost fainted; I think I let
out a soft moan --

    -œCoerce, - came the monotone voice of the teacher.

   Without missing a beat, Lisa smiled up at him and said,  -œCoerce -- to
force or compel someone to do something against his or her will. -

    -œVery good, - the teacher remarked,  -œBut that was an easy one,
Lisa. -

   I was in another world at this point, trying to piece together the
voices I could hear, and the emotions and wild thrill I felt surging
through my body.  I knew I had to get away from Lisa, as I was getting too
worked up.

    -œTintinnabulation, - the teacher announced dryly.

   Oh my God, it was my turn!  What was that word?  I just stared at him
with a blank look on my face.

    -œCome on now, Erica, what does Tintinnabulation mean? -

   I opened my mouth, but couldn -(TM)t speak.  I only shook my head.  For
some reason, it seemed I had never been so ashamed.  If only my teacher
know how wet I was down there.  It -(TM)s a good thing these shorts have a
liner!

    -œWell, have you any idea?  No, I suppose not.  All right, Erica, you
may return to your seat.  But I want you to take out your vocabulary book
and begin writing out definitions.  And then write a sentence using each
word. -

   I bowed my head and began padding across the classroom.  My desk was on
the other side in the corner.  A quick glance revealed that I was the first
person eliminated.  I felt so stupid.  But it -(TM)s not like other people
were having their anus manipulated!  This was so humiliating.

   I quickly sank into my seat, oblivious of the giggling from my fellow
classmates.  At least I was away from that bitch and her prying hand.  And
it actually felt good to be isolated, with no one else around to bother me.
I found I was able to focus my energy in the task at hand, taking out my
book and spiral loose-leaf binder.  Dutifully I began to copy the
multi-syllable and foreign sounding words, and it helped take my mind off
of what I had just been through.  Soon, I was lost in concentration and the
teacher -(TM)s resuming Vocabulary Bee was no more of a concern.

    -œStupid SATS -- they are trying to do away with these exams, anyway!
- grumbled a voice slouching down in the desk to the right of me.  
-œWell, I guess I get to spend some time with you, Erica! -

   I casually turned my head, and was surprised to see Carrie, one of Lisa
-(TM)s friends, smiling at me.  I hadn -(TM)t seen her when I first entered
the classroom, but then again, that was under vexing conditions.  And I
didn -(TM)t really take the time to scan the line-up of students against
the wall.  She must have just been eliminated -- but I wondered if she didn
-(TM)t mess up on purpose.

    -œNice outfit.  Looks like you are ready for the beach -- or the water
park! -

    -œYeah, - I mumbled, suddenly self-conscious of my white shirt, orange
shorts, and flip-flops.   -œThis is some weather we -(TM)re having. -

   I don -(TM)t know why my tone was conversational.  I didn -(TM)t feel
like talking to her.

    -œHmm -- you know, if we were at the beach or a water park, you could
probably kick these off once you got comfortable. -

   Following her gaze, I realized she was talking about my footwear, my
feet being propped up on the back of the vacant seat in front of me.  For
some reason, I wiggled my toes invitingly.  Before I knew it, Carrie
chanced to get up out of her seat with the teacher -(TM)s back to us,
reached over and pulled off Alicia -(TM)s flip-flops.  I could have said
something, yelled or called the teacher -(TM)s attention, but I kept
silent.

    -œMuch better, - Carrie commented once she sat back down.  It -(TM)s
as though she was finding relief vicariously through me.  (Vicariously -- I
think that -(TM)s an SAT word.) She pulled out her books and pen in order
to start on the same assignment that was given to me.  A small part of me
was disappointed that she took no interest in going further.  I reached
forward to idly caress my bare leg, but received no reaction.  With a
shrug, I returned to my own class work.

   I wasn -(TM)t really keeping track of time.  I think this is a forty or
fifty minute period.  It always seemed to drag on forever.  I know some of
the students had a joke that a minute inside this English class was the
equivalent of an hour of  -œreal time -.  So if there were ten minutes
left in the class, you would groan and say there are still ten hours to go!
At this point, my mind was pretty much drifting and my pen had ceased
writing sentences, instead preoccupied with making doodles and squiggly
marks.

   A light finger upon the naked soles of my feet quickly brought my head
up with a jerk.

    -œHello, Erica! -

   Lisa had taken the seat of the desk in front of me.  That wasn -(TM)t
even her desk!  But apparently we three girls were the only students
eliminated so far, and the teacher was utterly absorbed in his little game.
She sat reverse style in the chair, her arms folded on the top of the back.


    -œSo where did you get these ridiculous shorts, - Lisa continued in
deceptively friendly tones.

    -œThey -- they -(TM)re Alicia -(TM)s, - I stammered.

   The bossy blonde seemed to ponder this for a moment, then said,  -œAh,
Alicia.  I might have known.  She has been a good mommy, hasn -(TM)t she --
dressing you up in between classes. -

   I swallowed a lump in my throat -- what was I feeling?  Fear or
excitement -- I -(TM)ve been here before, and I know that look in Lisa
-(TM)s eye.  But we were in a classroom full of students, for crying out
loud!  And the teacher was present!  Still, she continued to lecture me as
she smiled wickedly.

    -œYou know, Erica, when my hand was inside those shorts, they felt a
little damp.  It -(TM)s not nice to spoil the clothes your friends lend to
you; not a nice way to show your appreciation. -

    -œWhat -- what should I do, - I asked in a numb, almost detached
voice.

   Here, Carrie leaned over and interjected,  -œYou should take them off!
-

   My hands rested on top of my desk, lying on top the books and paper of
which I had no longer any thought.   -œI can -(TM)t do that -- -

   Well, that much was true.  There was simply no way I could bring myself
to remove the only covering I had beneath my waist, leaving me bottomless.
I couldn -(TM)t, but Lisa could --

   She started slowly, just reaching out a hand and testing the material
between her thumb and index finger.  She gave a little tug.  Getting a
better grip, Lisa tugged some more.  My own hands remained in clear view,
giving no sign of resistance or movement except maybe for a slight tremble.
The only voices I heard were the sound of the teacher selecting a new word,
a student -(TM)s rote response; and to me, these were unintelligible
noises. I felt fabric moving slightly down my hips, but not much.

    -œLift up a little, - Carrie coaxed from the side.

   As if helpless to disobey a spoken command, I raised my butt off the
chair, allowing Lisa to pull the trunks further down my legs.  When I
lowered myself again, my naked ass came in contact with the cool hardness
of the seat.  I gasped -- then I looked down to see the last of Alicia
-(TM)s borrowed shorts disappear off my feet.  Lisa chuckled and folded
them on top of the desk where she was sitting.

   Oh no!  I thought, my heart and mind racing.  My pussy is completely on
display!  Lisa could see my pussy!  Thank goodness the class was
congregated entirely on the opposite side of the room, and the teacher had
no clue what was going on.  Also, Carrie sitting across from me essentially
blocked the view from that direction.  Nevertheless, she managed to lean
over and steal a glance between my legs.

    -œStill bald as a baby, - Carrie observed.

    -œAnd leaking like a faucet, - Lisa added.

    -œCan -- I have the shorts back, please -- - I desperately wanted to
stick a finger in my gaping slit, but I only pleaded,  -œThis is so
embarrassing! -

    -œLooks to me like you are enjoying it, - Lisa observed.   -œBesides,
we -(TM)re still having fun -- why stop here? -

   I was really nervous, but I was also really horny.  Somehow I managed to
squeak,  -œWhat do you mean by that? -

   In reply, Lisa gave Carrie a knowing smile.  But Carrie only shook her
head in disbelief,  -œNo, you can -(TM)t do that -- you -(TM)ll get caught
for sure!  All right then, I dare you. -

   Lisa made a survey of the room.  Another student had been eliminated,
but he was at a desk all the way on the other side, near where the others
were still lined up.  The teacher of course was efficiently spouting out
his litany of vocabulary words, pleased with the number of his pupils that
could give accurate definitions.  Apparently, those who could not were
already dismissed and forgotten.  And that suited Lisa just fine.

   Swinging her long legs around the chair, she slowly stood up and crept
behind my seat.  I was mesmerized by the sight of the tops of my naked
thighs in front of me, and the euphoric feeling of nothing concealing my
bare pussy.  When Lisa put her hands at my sides and began lifting from the
bottom of my T-Shirt, all I could do was raise my own arms to facilitate
this last article being pulled over my head.  I shook my hair out, and in a
blink of an eye, Lisa was back sitting in front of me.

   I turned my head and saw a bare shoulder.  Turning to my right, I saw
another bare shoulder and a grinning Carrie.  I brought a disbelieving hand
to my chest, tracing a line down the cleavage between my small but perky
breasts.  My knuckles grazed a protruding nipple, stiff like an elongated
eraser head.  Oh my God -- I was completely naked in my English classroom!

    -œThere, - Lisa said in self-satisfaction.   -œI -(TM)d like to see
Alicia top that! -

    -œI bet her clit is enormous, - Carrie whispered excitedly.

   It was, and it was begging to be flicked and played with.  And then my
heart almost stopped beating, when I heard the voice of the teacher raised
in our direction.  He did not move from his position, only half-turned his
head to look over his shoulder.

    -œYoung ladies!  You are supposed to be working on improving your
vocabulary skills!  Do I need to separate you three? -

   No!  Don -(TM)t separate us!  If Lisa and Carrie were to move, I would
lose my shield of bodies.  I would be totally exposed and the entire class
would see that I was bare-assed nude!

    -œI was just asking for some help, - Lisa called back.   -œSorry, we
will be more quiet. -

   That seemed to settle the teacher -(TM)s concern.  He resumed his
Vocabulary Bee without further pause.  And that left Lisa to bear her full
attention on me.

    -œAll right, Erica.  I want you masturbate yourself right now.  You
know you want to -- -

    -œLisa, her nipples are so long!  And I can smell her musty juices, -
Carrie spoke as if enthralled.

   I squeezed my tits with both hands, but more so to keep from doing what
Lisa commanded.  I shook my head defiantly.

   But she seemed only amused.  Flipping her hair over a shoulder, she
explained,  -œI can always let Carrie stimulate you.  I know she -(TM)s
been dying to get her finger on your clit. -

   Well, that decided it for me.  I know I didn -(TM)t want to cum right
here in class and in front of these two, but I definitely did not want to
be brought to orgasm by another girl!  With one hand still firmly latched
onto a breast, the other sank down my trim belly and touched my swollen
vulva.  I nearly exploded on contact.  But my body would not allow such an
early release.  As I thumbed my clit and inserted a finger, I found myself
raising both legs in front of me; raising both legs into Lisa -(TM)s
clutches.  She watched as I toyed myself, trying to stifle my moans of
pleasure, as my tongue licked my parched lips.  Lisa held me spread open,
and even sucked a toe devilishly.

   That was when my hips buckled, my body convulsed, and Carrie had to
literally hold my seat still to keep it from making too much noise.  With a
whimper of bottled ecstasy, I came multiple times, creaming the chair, and
cum running down my leg.

   And then Lisa tossed the shorts and T-Shirt onto my desk.   -œWell, they
were already damp.  I suppose it makes no difference now.  I -(TM)ll have
to tell Alicia she missed quite a show! -

   Both Lisa and Carrie returned to their books as if nothing had happened.
But there was still a charge of sexual excitement in the air, I could feel
it!  And the aroma of my juices was powerful.  I was left in a daze to pull
on the trunks and T-shirt.  I even found the flip-flops on the floor for me
to easily slip on my feet.  Still flushed, I know I must have looked like
hell.

   The teacher turned his head to check on us as another student was
eliminated from the Bee.  Then spying me disheveled in the corner he said,
-œErica -- if you really don -(TM)t feel well, you should have gone
straight to the nurse -(TM)s office! -

   But I wasn -(TM)t interested in going to the nurse -(TM)s office.  I was
already dreaming about what would happen to me in my next class --



   06 - Erica at the Assembly By Robert

   After that day in early February nothing happened to me for at least a
few days.  I didn -(TM)t finish telling you what happened that day but don
-(TM)t worry once I get up the nerve I -(TM)ll tell you what happened the
rest of the day.

   Let me tell you what happened to me today while it -(TM)s still fresh in
my mind.

   Today was going well.  At 10 o -(TM)clock there was an announcement on
the loudspeaker.  There was to be an assembly in the auditorium for the
whole school at noon.  The principal Mr.  Miller was going to tell us about
the Valentine -(TM)s Day Party and Dance we were going to have on this
coming Monday, Valentine -~s day.  Apparently the whole school had done so
well on the new nation wide placement test he was going to devote all of
Valentine -(TM)s Day to having fun as a reward.

   I went to the auditorium early and I found a spot by myself but a few
minutes after I sat down I saw Lisa, Carrie and their new best friend
Alicia walking towards where I was sitting.  Carrie sat on one side of me,
Lisa sat on the other and Alicia sat behind me.

   I now realized Alicia was the one who started all this stripping
business.  Alicia was never my friend.  How she tricked me at the water
park by pretending to be my friend.  All this time I trusted her and all
she wanted to do was strip me naked and then humiliate me in front of
everyone at school.  Like I was her pet and she was showing me off.  I wish
I could strip her naked right now as revenge.

   I didn -(TM)t want to sit with them so I tried to get up and change
seats but Lisa grabbed one arm Carrie the other arm and Alicia pushed my
shoulder down so I couldn -(TM)t move.

   In a few minutes the lights went off and Mr.  Miller took the stage.  A
few of the teaches were sitting in chairs on the stage.  The rest were
walking around the auditorium.  When the lights went off Lisa and Carrie
started to tickle me.

   I burst out laughing and Mrs.  Green came right over.

    -œErica, you must be quite while Mr.  Miller is talking. -

    -œBut, they -- -

    -œNo buts young lady, you know the rules -

   Then she walked away.

   They waiting a few minutes and started to tickle me again.  I started to
laugh right away.

   As soon as I started to laugh the teacher, Mrs.  Green came right back
over.

    -œI told you young lady to be quite.  If I hear anymore from you it
-(TM)s detention for a week.  You don -(TM)t want that do you? -

    -œNo mam - I answered.

    -œGood.  Now sit there without out moving or making any noise until the
end of the assembly. -

    -œYes mam. -

   They started as soon as the teacher walked away.

    -œNow Erica, you heard what Mrs.  Green said, you must sit there
without moving until the end of assembly. - Lisa said.

    -œand if you make any noise or move we -(TM)ll tell Mrs.  Green. -
Carrie laughed.

    -œAnd you -(TM)ll get a whole week worth of detention - added Alicia.

    -œToo bad it couldn -(TM)t be naked detention - Laughed Lisa

    -œBut maybe she could be naked at assembly - Suggested Alicia my
former best friend.

   I had chosen to be a little bit daring that day.  I wore my usual
sneakers and white socks but I had decided to wear a cute plaid skirt, and
a white men -(TM)s oxford button up shirt.  I was wearing a cute matching
bra and panty set.  I had started to wear more grown up underwear now that
I was getting seen in it more than I ever thought possible.

   I felt Lisa -(TM)s finger slid across my plaid wool skirt down my naked
leg and to my sneaker.  She untied one of my sneakers.  I felt her slid it
off and then she held it up and I watched as she handed it to Alicia
sitting behind me.

   Carrie started to slid her fingers down my other side until she reached
my sneaker.  Then she untied it pulled it off and handed it to Alicia.

   I started to say something but Lisa just told me to be quite.

    -~You heard what Mrs.  Green said.  Now be quite and sit still -

   We sat there for awhile listening to the Principal Mr.  Miller.  I could
feel the cold floor through my socks.  I figured they really wouldn -(TM)t
strip me at the assembly.  There must have been at least 500 students there
and we would definitely get caught.  Or at least I would definitely get
caught.  Naked.

   But then I felt Lisa -(TM)s hand caressing my thigh then my knee and
finally my calf as she worked her way down to my foot.  Then she slowly
slid my sock off.  She held it up high so anyone looking could see it and
then she gave it to Alicia.

   Carrie gave my other leg and sock the same treatment.  Once again I was
feeling the tile floor of the school against my naked feet.  Just like when
Alicia stripped me in front of her locker.

   We sat there a few more minutes as we listened to Mr.  Miller drone on.

   Then I felt hand on my skirt.  It was Lisa.  She was trying to pull it
off.

    -œHow does it come off?  Buttons? -

    -œI -(TM)m not telling you - I said wanting to make my stripping last
as long as possible.  If I was going to end up naked in the middle of my
entire school I wanted it to be nice and slow.

    -œIf you don -(TM)t tell me I -(TM)ll have to rip it off and then you
won -(TM)t be able to put it back on.

    -œIt has a zipper on the side -œ.  I finally mumbled

   I felt her feel around and then she finally found the zipper.  I could
feel her slowly slid the zipper down and I felt the skirt get looser and
looser.

   Carrie and Lisa tried to pull the skirt off but I sat firmly in my seat
so they couldn -(TM)t pull it off.

   Then Lisa slid her hand under the skirt waistband.  As soon as her
finger brushed my pussy I arched my back in my excitement and Carrie
slipped the skirt down past my ass.

   Lisa stopped touching me and I sat back down.  The skirt was now down at
my knees and they easily slipped it off.  Lisa than handed it over the back
of my chair to Alicia.

    -œI think you really like this Erica.  Maybe you should start paying us
to strip you. - Lisa giggled.

   They left me alone for awhile and my head started to clear.  I realized
how foolish this was and asked for my skirt back.

   You heard Mrs.  Green, no talking.  I think I -(TM)ll have to take your
blouse off as punishment so you learn how to behave at an assembly.

   Carrie unbuttoned the button on the sleeve and then Lisa did the same to
the sleeve that was on her side.  Lisa then quickly undid all the buttons
in the front.  Damn I thought, why couldn -(TM)t she take her time.

   Then Alicia tapped me on my shoulder.

    -œPut your arms up in they air -

   I followed her instructions and felt her pull the shirt up and off me. I
was now sitting there in my bra and panties.

   Then Lisa told me to give her my panties.  I said no and she told me if
I didn -(TM)t they would leave me here in just my underwear but if I took
off my panties they would let me get dressed before the assembly ended.

   I didn -(TM)t know if I could trust them but I realized if I gave her my
panties I at least had a chance of getting everything back.  Plus I did
still have my bra on.  I quickly slid my panties off and gave to Lisa.

    -œI bet your all wet and excited.  Too bad we can -(TM)t tell in the
dark -œ.

   I was now sitting there in just my bra and I could feel my ass getting
damp from the excitement that being almost naked in the auditorium was
causing me.  I wanted to touch myself but I just couldn -(TM)t do that in
the middle of all these people.

   I started to wear a bra because of the strippings but I realized it was
foolish.  It was just one more piece of clothes for them to remove and now
it was turning me even more on sitting there waiting for them to take it
off.  I was going wild with anticipation wondering when they would remove
my last piece of clothes.  Thankfully I didn -(TM)t have to wait that look.


   I felt Alicia unhook the bra in the back but she didn -(TM)t take it
off. Then after a few minutes Lisa slid on strap down.  It felt so sexy
feeling my last piece of clothes slowly sliding down one of my arms.  Then
Carrie did the same to the other side.  I was about to explode knowing I
would soon be naked at assembly of over 500 of my classmates.

   I tried to keep it on by holding my arms at my sides but each grabbed an
elbow and pulled them away from my sides.  Gravity took over and my bra
slowly slid down my chest.  My rock hard nipples held it up for a minute
but it soon slid down and into my lap.  Carrie picked it up and handed it
to Alicia.

   I sat there naked.  I could feel my pussy dripping but now that they had
stripped me naked and had taken all my clothes they ignored me.

   I was so excited I couldn -(TM)t take it anymore.  I just had to touch
myself.  I tried to slowly slid one of my hands into my lap play with my
aching pussy hoping they wouldn -(TM)t notice but Lisa stopped me.

    -œYou heard Mrs.  Green.  You must sit still. -

    -œCan I have my clothes back now? - I asked but Lisa said no not yet.

   I tried to take my mind off my situation by counting how many people I
was sitting naked in the middle.  I was hoping that this would calm me
down. There was ten people on the stage.  Another ten teachers walking
around the auditorium making sure everyone behaved.

   That was twenty.  Then I started to count the students.  I had gotten up
to a hundred when I heard Lisa ask me for a pen.

   I told her I was naked, how could I have a pen?

   Then she asked Carrie who said yes.

   Lisa slid her hand across my nipples as she reached across to get the
pen.

   Then when she was finished she slid her hand across my nipples again as
she handed the pen back to Carrie.

   A few minutes later she asked for the pen again this time sliding the
cold metal of the pen against my hot hard nipples.

   Lisa and Carrie played this game passing the pen back and forth
pretending to touch my nipples by accident.

   After a few round of it I couldn -(TM)t take it anymore.  I slid both
hands down to my sweet aching pussy and start to play with it.  They just
laughed.  It was starting to be the most intense orgasm of my life and I
closed my eyes to enjoy it.  I was amazed I keep from screaming when I
came. They only way you could tell anything had happen was I was now
sitting in a puddle of my own making.  My damp ass was stuck to the chair.

   After I came I open my eyes.  The three of them were gone and had left
me completely naked.  I realized I had no clothes to put back on and as
soon as the lights would come back on I would be caught sitting naked in
the auditorium by at least 500 people.

   My damn nipples started to get hard again as I though about all those
eyes staring at my naked body.

   I just couldn -~t get up the nerve to just sit there and get caught,
even though deep down inside that -(TM)s what I really wanted.

   I waited until all the teachers were at the front of the auditorium and
than ran to the back doors.  I heard some yell  -œis that Erica? -(TM) and
another said  -~I think she -(TM)s naked! -

   They were in the hall outside laughing.

    -œHere you better get dressed quick - Lisa said as she handed me a bag
that had my clothes.  I heard the applause that signaled the end of the
assembly.

   Clutching my clothes I ran naked down the hall to the girls bathroom.



   07 - Erica -(TM)s Date By Robert

   At the game:

   I -(TM)m sorry it took me so long to write this but if you had been seen
naked by almost two thousand people, almost all of your hometown, and ended
up being the halftime show at a football game on a cold winter night it
might take you a long time to get up the nerve to write about it.

   But I -(TM)m getting ahead of my self.

   That Saturday Bill pulled up to my house in his car.  He came in and met
my parents.  My mother whispered to me that he was really hot and it made
me cringe.  It also made me blush in a proud way.  My mother had been
popular when she was in high school and had hoped I would be as well.

   I dressed sexy for Bill.  I wore a coat and under that a button-up
sweater but was braless under it.  I had loafers on, the catholic school
girl kind, tights and my plaid skirt and of course a pair of panties.  Plus
I had completely shaved myself because I heard that boys liked that and I
didn -(TM)t know how far I would let things go with Bill.  I knew I was
going to let him get really far but I wasn -(TM)t sure how far.

   We got to the game and sat high up in the bleachers.  I told Bill I was
cold and he pulled me close to him.  I said I was still cold and he pulled
out a blanket from a bag he had and wrapped it around us.

   As soon as the game started Bill started to kiss me.  I felt his had
slide my coat off but I didn -(TM)t care his kisses were so hot.  I started
to get nervous when he open the first button on my sweater but he started
to nibble on my ear and I was happy when he undid the other buttons
exposing my breast and touched my breasts.  Then he slipped the sweater
completely off me.  I was getting a little worried being topless at the
game that had at least two thousand spectators but Bill -(TM)s hands on my
nipples made me forget where we were.  Things were happening a lot faster
than i wanted but the more he touched me the less I cared.  I also was
completely covered by the blanket.

   He started to lick my nipples and I didn -(TM)t even notice he slipped
my loafers off.

   He told me I looked so beautiful that he wanted to touch my sweet pussy.
Still covered by the blanket I figured no one would know if I slipped my
tights and then my panties off.  Plus I would still be wearing my skirt.

   I was wearing only a skirt and blanket as Bill kissed me and fingered
me. He told me it would be so hot if I took my skirt off and was naked
under the blanket so that only me and him would know.

   It took some convincing but his hot kisses and his promise to show me
his penis if I did it started to convince me.  He finally made me agree by
licking my nipples as he slid his finger inside of my pussy, so I slid my
skirt off.  I was now naked except for the blanket.

   Since Bill -(TM)s kisses had turned me on so much I hadn -(TM)t noticed
that each time he took something off me he slipped it into the bag he
pulled the blanket out of.

   After awhile of him kissing me and playing with my nipples and fingering
me he suddenly stopped.  He asked me if I wanted some hot chocolate to help
stay warm and I said yes.  He got up and left.

   As I was waiting there completely naked under the blanket Lisa walked
over and sat down next to me.  That -(TM)s when I noticed that when Bill
went for my hot chocolate he took his bag and all my clothes.  Lisa peeked
under the blanket and pretended to be shocked I was naked.

    -œMy Erica, Do you always come to football games wearing only a
blanket?

   I told her what happened.  She said that was too bad because the blanket
was hers -(TM) and she was leaving and needed it back.  I told her she
could have it back but Bill had my clothes and I had to wait for him to
come back with my them and my hot chocolate.  I told her she could have the
blanket then.

    -œBut Bill left with Carrie Erica and I need my blanket now -

    -œWhat - I said

    -œYes, there they are in the parking lot - Lisa pointed and I turned
around and I could see that in the parking lot behind the bleachers Bill
and Carrie were getting into his car

   I was shocked.  Not because I was tricked but because I was so stupid
that I fell for it.  It seems like anytime and anywhere Lisa wanted me to
be naked I was going to end up that way.

    -œWell I have to go - Lisa said grabbing for the blanket.  Wrapping
the blanket around me I ran as fast as I could but the only place to go was
down the steps closer to the field.  It was now halftime and the show was
going full force.

   Halfway down the stairs Lisa got a hold on the blanket and pulled.  I
was now naked.  In a stadium full of people.

   All of a sudden I noticed that Alicia was there waiting for us and
together, her and Lisa, chased me further down the steps and then on to the
field.

    -œLook everyone, It -(TM)s a streaker! - I heard Alicia yell as loud
as she could.

    -œAnd It looks like Erica - Lisa screamed just as loud.

   I was completely naked and now on the field.  I started running around
trying to find way out but everyone kept blocking me and I could see the
flashes of camera going off.  I was now in the middle of the field
surrounded by the high school band forced to do a nude show for the
audience.

   I finally broke past everyone and ran out into the parking lot.

   Having no way to get home I started to walk the cold three miles to my
house.  I was surprised that no one was following me.

   I was wondering how I was going to explain this when I got home when I
heard a car approach.  I crouched down besides a parked car shriving with
the cold.  Even though I had hid behind a parked car the people in the car
had seen me.  They pulled up next to me and then called me over.  It was
Bill, Carrie, Lisa and Alicia.

    -œErica isn -(TM)t it a little cold to be running around naked? - Lisa
asked.

   The others just laughed.

   Then Alicia said  -œIt was one thing running around naked on a hot day
at the water park but this is getting a little out of hand Erica. -

   All I could do was glare at her.

    -œCome on Erica get in the car it -(TM)s cold - Lisa said.

   I didn -(TM)t want to but it was so cold I did.

    -œWe -(TM)ll drive you home but there -(TM)s one condition. - said
Lisa.

    -œWhat? - I asked.

    -œyou have to come for us - Lisa told and they all laughed.

   I said no and Lisa open the car door.  I felt the cold air rush in so I
agreed.  Bill drove around until he found a well lighted block so they
could all watch.

   I didn -(TM)t do anything for awhile and then Alicia asked what was I
waiting for and Lisa open the car door and I felt that cold air again.

   So I started to rub my sweet little kitty.  I could feel my nipples
getting hard and I knew they were all watching and that made me hotter. 
Having an audience was making me hotter than I had ever been before.  I
knew that there were all starting at me and that drove me wild.  I started
to stroke my vagina quicker and quicker and then felt Carrie and Alicia
rubbing my nipples.  It was at that moment I came like I never came before.
I screamed so loud I thought the whole town heard me.

    -œWow that was great - Bill said.   -œMaybe we can go on a date again!
-

   I just glared at him.  Then they drove me home all of them laughing. 
They kicked me out of the car a block from my house and I had to run the
last block home and climb up a tree stark naked and climb in through my
bedroom window.

   Even thought I was still cold from streaking home that last block I was
still turned on so I rubbed my pussy one more time until I came then I fell
asleep.

   I didn -(TM)t go to school Monday but I did Tuesday.  I saw some of the
kids passing around photos and I saw one of them.  I was me naked on the
football field.  I started to cry until I felt my nipples get hard.  I
sneaked into the bathroom and made myself come just thinking about the
whole school looking at naked pictures of me.

   At the end of the day I got a note from the principle telling me I had
to see him after school on Wednesday.  I could just imagine what he was
going to say to me.

   I now know that one day soon I will be spending the whole day naked at
school or some other event.  Bill asked me to the movies and I of course
said no but I could just imagine what it would be like to be stripped naked
in a movie threater and then sent to get soda and popcorn wearing nothing
but a ten dollar bill.

   Well that -(TM)s all I can write now.  Just remembering what happened
turned me on so much I slowly stripped naked while I wrote this and started
to finger myself.  I -(TM)m completely naked typing this with one hand and,
well you can imagine what I -(TM)m doing with my other hand.

   I want to finish before I go to sleep so good night.

   Love Erica.



   08 - Erica -(TM)s Dream by AMERICAN COWBOY

   I had only put my head down for a second, when I felt someone gently
shaking my shoulder.  It was the middle of Science class and all I wanted
to do was drift through the period undisturbed.  I mean, I was sitting on a
stool behind one of the lab stations all the way in the back of the
classroom.  Hardly anyone could notice you back here.  The other poor souls
who arrived late, or those who cared about cell division and mitosis and
meiosis, could find seating accommodations in more conventional desk-chairs
toward the front of the room.  That -(TM)s why I always made a point to
show up early, and a grab a spot distant and far-removed from the teacher
-(TM)s dull lessons.

   The shaking of my shoulder was more persistent, I was forced to
acknowledge the blonde haired girl sitting on the stool next to me.

    -œHey, - she whispered,  -œaren -(TM)t you Erica? -

    -œYes, that -(TM)s me.  You -(TM)re new here, aren -(TM)t you -- -

    -œOh, I -(TM)ve heard so much about you! -

   This caught me off-guard, and I have to admit, I was starting to think
she was a little too nosey for my tastes.  But she was certainly feeling
quite chatty.

    -œYou -(TM)re the one who streaked the football game! -

   Now I know she was definitely too nosey!  I didn -(TM)t even know her
name.  I -(TM)ve only seen her in class the past couple of days.  Someone
mentioned that her family just moved into town; the dad got a job transfer
or something like that.

    -œWhat was it like? - she was continuing.   -œDid you lose a bet?  I
can -(TM)t imagine what it would be like to be naked in front of all those
people!  I heard you were completely, totally, utterly nude! -

   Enough already!  I thought to myself.  I didn -(TM)t really care for the
stirring of those memories, or the stirring I felt suddenly in my loins.  I
just blurted out,  -œIt was pretty weird. -

   There was a moment of silence between the two of us.  I glanced around
to notice most of the other students idly scribbling notes as Mr.  George
wrote on the blackboard.  Maybe I should have been paying more attention in
class.  I didn -(TM)t really feel like taking notes, though.  For some
reason, I quietly kicked off a sneaker.

    -œMy name is Trudy, - said the girl sitting next to me.

   I absent-mindedly slipped off the other sneaker, then turned to face the
girl.   -œHello, Trudy.  So how do you like our school so far? -

   She wore glasses, but they were pretty fashionable, so she didn -(TM)t
look like a nerd or a geek.  She was kind of cute too, with her blonde hair
done up in ringlets.  Tapping a pencil against her chin thoughtfully, Trudy
replied,  -œIt -(TM)s been pretty dull so far.  Not a lot of interesting
people.  But then I heard about you. -

   I think I must have blushed.  My feet in their socks curled around one
of the rungs of the stool.   -œWhat else have you heard about me? -

    -œWell, - the girl whispered confidentially,  -œNot that there have
been a lot of eye-witnesses, but I -(TM)ve heard some kids say you try to
get naked in class! -

    -œWhat? - I rubbed my neck as I flushed with embarrassment.  I knew my
body was heating up.  I shouldn -(TM)t pursue this conversation.  Still, I
found myself explaining,  -œThat -(TM)s not exactly true. -

    -œOh, - Trudy murmured, a bit disappointedly.  A few a moments of
uneasy quiet lapsed between us.  You could feel the air thick with
possibility.  I was getting wet.  Just as I was about to place my hand
lightly on my crotch, Trudy took hold of my wrist.   -œYou know, we are
perfectly concealed behind this lab station, Erica! -

   We?  I began to wonder what she was thinking.  Perhaps she had thoughts
of joining me on these daring escapades.  Or maybe she had the same
longings and unexplainable urges, to try it for herself --

    -œYou know, you could peel off your socks right now, and no one would
be the wiser! -

    -œThis is true, - I nodded.  And furthermore, to make the point, I
reached an arm down casually, sliding the ankle sock off with my fingers.
Next, I lifted my other foot slightly, enough to pull the sock off from the
toe.  Giggling, I balled them up and tossed them at Trudy.

    -œWow -- barefoot in Science class.  You are so cool! -

   I blushed all over at her admiration.  But then modestly, I reflected, 
-œIt -(TM)s not that much, really.  I mean, it -(TM)s not like I -(TM)m
sitting here without my pants on! -

   We both giggled.  Amid the scratching of pens in notebooks and the
squeak of chalk upon the blackboard, I bit my lip.  Trudy looked at me
shrewdly and said,  -œSo go ahead -- no one will see. -

    -œTrudy, I can -(TM)t -

    -œCome on, Erica.  There -(TM)s nothing else going on -- it will be
fun. Besides, I want to see for myself.  Please -- take off your pants --
-

   I looked around, and of course all we could see were the backs of heads
in front of us.  Even the teacher was facing the front of the room as he
continued his lecture.  With my thumb, I snapped open the button on my
jeans.  Then, I carefully lowered the zipper so as not to make a sound. 
Trudy muffled a cough and strategically crumpled some paper, which allowed
me to wriggle the fabric down my legs without too much commotion.  Our
hands hidden behind the large wooden table, I passed the article of
clothing to Trudy.

    -œOh, - she gasped, her eyes shining with pride.   -œYou -(TM)ve got
nice legs -- -

   But I wasn -(TM)t done yet.  This girl had been curious about the rumors
and stories she had heard.  She wanted to satisfy her curiosity.  Well, I
wanted to be satisfied!  The look of expectant hope in her eyes had pushed
me over the edge.

   I lifted my butt ever so slightly off the seat of the stool, and slowly
peeled my panties down my hips.  My fingers trembled, my heart was racing.
I could feel that intoxicating sensation of butterflies in my tummy.  A
quick look up at Trudy found her speechless, an open-mouthed grin on her
face.  That was all I needed to see, and I let my underwear slip lower and
lower to fall completely off my feet.  I wiggled my toes appreciatively.

   My friend wasted no time bending down to retrieve the discarded panties.
I noticed as she lifted her head back up, she paused to look at my naked
pussy.  I thought she was going to blow on it.  That sent a shiver down my
spine!

    -œAre you -- are you wearing a bra underneath that shirt? - she asked,
sounding like a child dearly wishing for a favorite dessert.

   Now I had to be careful.  This little show was only for the two of us. I
mean, this was so totally different than the times Lisa would strip me
against my will.  Well, maybe not completely against my will, but at least
this time, I was in control of the situation.  Besides, the thrill of being
bottomless in the middle of Science class was exquisite.  So I spread my
legs a little further (I just hoped the aroma of my juices didn -(TM)t give
me away) as I proceeded to slide off the stool.  I turned around, squatting
just behind the lab station.  It was about four feet high and just as wide,
with cabinets on both sides.  From this position, I was entirely out of
view with the rest of the oblivious class in front of us.

   I took a deep breath, and then pulled my T-shirt over my head.  For a
minute, as my head was wrapped in the cotton material, I had the panicked
thought,  -œWhat if someone comes back here and catches me? - But as I
pulled my arms free of the shirt, I could hear the teacher going on and on,
as though nothing was amiss.  I clutched the last item of my clothing
briefly to my chest, before offering it to Trudy as though it were a
present.

    -œOh my God, - she whispered excitedly,  -œYou are so naked!  I would
never have the guts to do what you just did!  You -(TM)re incredible, Erica
-- -

   I smiled at the praise, and inadvertently let my hand graze a protruding
nipple.  I was toying with the idea of masturbating myself right here, but
then thought better of it.  Trudy might get the wrong idea.

   She leaned back a little, still holding my stuff in her lap.  With a
devilish smile she asked,  -œSo are you going to return to your seat? -

   No, I shook my head.  For some reason, I was finding it hard to speak.
The cool floor on the balls of my feet was pleasant, and I rubbed my bare
back against the smooth wood cabinet doors.

    -œCome on, - Trudy pleaded.   -œWhat good is it if you just crouch
down there hiding for the rest of the period?  You can at least take your
seat, even if only for a minute.  No one is looking. -

   Shivering a little, I rubbed my arms deciding whether I should be so
bold.  I mean, if I sat back on the stool, everything above my navel would
be visible.  People would be able to see my tiny tits hanging out.  Of
course, I could prop up a book or something.  But my sleeveless arms and
exposed shoulders might give me away.  Or would it?  How likely was it that
Mr.  George would remember what I was wearing!

   I motioned for Trudy to open up our Science textbook and stand it up on
the counter-top so it would shield me.  This, she did gleefully, almost
squealing with delight.  With the book in place, and at a nod from my
friend, I gradually stood, and propped myself up on the stool, enjoying the
contact of leather cushion on my bare bottom.

   The two of us shared a secret look.  This was delicious beyond all I had
ever imagined!  I was sitting as casual as anything in the middle of class,
stark naked as the day I was born!  Trudy gave me an indulgent smile,
drinking in my total nudity.  I even jokingly flipped my hair back, acting
nonchalant, as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

    -œErica! - the voice of the science teacher cut clear across the room.


   My heart stopped beating for a moment, I nearly screamed in surprise. 
Fortunately, I had the presence of mind to dive back down behind the lab
station, just as the textbook collapsed on the tabletop.

    -œErica, - Mr.  George repeated,  -œPlease come to the front of the
classroom. -

    -œI -- I can -(TM)t, - I managed to squeak helplessly.  I was too
frazzled to ask Trudy to give back my clothing.  Fortunately, she did think
of a way to try to help, and answered on my behalf.

    -œI -(TM)m sorry, Mr.  George, but Erica lost her --pen, and she -(TM)s
looking for it on the floor. -

    -œThat -(TM)s all right, she doesn -(TM)t need a pen to work at the
board. - My teacher was adamant.   -œErica, please come to the front of
the class. -

   Trudy, however, remained steadfast.   -œReally, Mr.  George -- Erica can
-(TM)t go right now. -

    -œLadies, I do not have time for your silly games.  Why on earth can
-(TM)t Erica come up here? -

    -œBecause she -(TM)s naked! -

   Oh my God, why did Trudy have to say that!  And here I was thinking she
was a true companion.  But what Mr.  George said next, startled me even
more.

    -œThat -(TM)s not a problem.  In fact, it will help with today -(TM)s
lesson.  Erica, I am giving you three seconds to march yourself up to the
front of the room. -

   On one hand, I could continue to cower on the floor and my teacher would
probably come back here and discover me in such a state.  He would be upset
at the disturbance, and drag me through the class, maybe even take me all
the way to the principal -(TM)s office -- without wearing a stitch!  That
would be so humiliating!  On the other chance, I could do what he said,
walk down the aisle of desks, while exposing my nude body to my classmates
--

   Numbly, I rose to my bare feet.  I was so embarrassed.  I just looked
straight ahead, ignoring the students craning their necks to get a better
view.

    -œVery good, Erica.  Now please hurry, the period is half over. -

   Despite his instructions, I moved slowly as I maneuvered myself around
the lab station.  Part of me was struggling to will my legs to take each
step.  Yet another part of me wanted to savor this brazen display, basking
in the feel of all those eyes on my unclothed form.  There may have been
some whistles, some snickering, a few compliments or even a less than
flattering remark.  I don -(TM)t know.  As I gingerly pressed forward, I
subconsciously draped an arm over my chest, and placed a hand palm downward
over my bald pussy.  There was nothing I could do to conceal my little
bottom.

   I walked that way the length of the classroom, all the way to the front
of the room, until I stood at the side of Mr.  George.  My eyes remained
fixed on the blackboard just a foot or two in front of my nose.

    -œYou will note, class, - the teacher began,  -œwhat we have here is a
model of a healthy 17 year old young woman.  She is a little under the
average height for a person of her gender and age, but observe the weight
displacement of her posterior.  It is well-shaped, with no more fat than to
be expected. -

   Did my teacher just say I have a nice ass?

    -œOver all, from behind it appears she is in perfect proportion for a
young lady of her slight frame.  You will note the curvature of her spine,
which is good, although suggests a little too much slouching.  Erica, you
should try to sit up straight more often. -

   This was so embarrassing.  Not only was I standing in front of my class
with my butt completely on display, but I had to endure a lecture about my
posture and bad seating habits!  I clutched my private parts with both
hands.

    -œNow, Miss, if you will just step up onto this empty desk -- please
turn around.  I think class, you will find this most interesting. -

   Utterly mortified, I still did what the teacher said.  I even gave him
one hand as I steadied myself first on the chair, and then climbed all the
way onto the desk surface.  The soles of my feet stuck to the top, so I
didn -(TM)t feel like I was going to fall.  Mr.  George released my hand,
which I promptly used to place over the other one clamped in front of my
snatch.  I looked out upon the sea of faces, and noted that everyone in the
classroom now had an unobstructed view of me, from the top of my hair, down
to my delicate toes.

    -œPlace your hands at your side, Erica. -

    -œYes, Mr.  George, - I found myself answering in addition to
following his commands.  I now stood with all of my -- with everything out
in the open.

   A large man, in height and girth, the teacher wore a jovial expression
as he continued to address the class.  I bet he never had something like
this written in his lesson plan!

    -œNow you can see that Erica, usually a fair-skinned girl, has
developed a wide spread of rosy-pink coloring on her cheeks, her neck, and
all the way down her torso.  She is blushing in embarrassment, which is a
healthy and normal reaction given the circumstances.  As more blood races
closer to the surface of her skin, her heart is beating faster than its
normal rate.

    -œIf you will focus your attention on her breasts, you will discover
that they are a little underdeveloped for someone of Erica -(TM)s age. 
However, given her height and weight, they are not altogether
disproportionate with the rest of her body.  In fact, you will notice the
symmetrical swell and general healthy color of the areola.  But what is
truly fascinating is the sensitive mass of tissues known as the nipple. 
Observe how on each breast, the nipple is extended nearly a full inch and
is hard to the touch. -

   I think I heard a voice say something about poking an eye out.  Closing
my own eyes, I could feel myself getting damper by the minute as the
teacher went on about my titties.

    -œThe erection of Erica -(TM)s nipples is a clear sign of her arousal.
Now again, this is not unusual at all, considering the circumstances,
especially at this stage of a young woman -(TM)s budding sexuality.  Let us
further explore, and since our class topic is human reproduction, the
region associated with female reproduction.  Erica, please move your legs a
little further apart.  Thank you.

    -œThe vulva is referred to as the outer lips of the vagina, the opening
orifice, which you can see is quite engorged.  This extreme puffiness is
another characteristic of Erica -(TM)s heightened arousal.  There is also a
considerable amount of moisture, the natural lubrication that is quite
necessary to facilitate sexual intercourse -- Tommy, stop snickering!  If
you are not mature enough to handle this subject, you can just leave right
now! -

   Oh my God, I can -(TM)t believe my pussy is now the subject of class
discussion!  It -(TM)s like being the main course on a menu!  I could not
help but imagine my little cunt being licked and played with -- God, where
were these thoughts coming from?

    -œYes, that -(TM)s right, Suzy, - the teacher was continuing.  
-œNormally there would be a tuft of pubic hair surrounding the vagina. 
Clearly, Erica has shaved it all off, leaving the pink flesh smooth and
completely visible.  That is a bit deviant, but not an entirely unheard of
practice.  For our purposes, it will make the examination of her inner
vagina easier.

    -œNow, Erica, if you would please use your fingers to gently spread
open your vulva. -

   What I really wanted was to jam my fingers inside my steaming slit!  But
if this only prolonged the experience, drawing out what would be the
ultimate conclusion, then my two forefingers were all too eager to pull
apart the soft flesh of my outer pussy.

    -œBehold, class -- this is truly remarkable.  Typically found atop the
conjunction of the labia, or inner lips, the clitoris is the most sensitive
part of the female body.  It exists purely for granting sexual pleasure and
heightening the enjoyment of intercourse.  Now normally the clitoris is
difficult to see, even further hidden from view by folds of skin, its small
fleshy hood -- -

   My clit!  He -(TM)s talking about my clit in front of the entire class!
And not just talking about it, he has me standing her bare-ass naked with
my legs apart and lips spread open -- they can see my clitoris poking out!

    -œWhen a woman is aroused, one can find the clitoris will increase in
size and grow erect.  Even then, it is a rather small organ.  But in Erica
-(TM)s case, her clitoris is in plain view.  I could even flick it back and
forth with my finger, like a light switch.  In scientific terms, we would
say that this young lady -(TM)s clitoris displays hyperextension.  That is
not an uncommon occurrence for someone who engages in frequent and intense
masturbation.  Now, now class -- that is still quite normal, even healthy,
for a girl of Erica -(TM)s age.  Well, maybe just a little excessive. -

   Someone in the back of the class raised his hand and asked what would
happen if Mr.  George actually touched my clitoris!

    -œBesides being arrested and thrown in jail, - the science teacher
chuckled,  -œit would most certainly trigger an intense orgasm. -

   I moved my left hand up to one of my breast in order to pinch the
nipple. The other hand, I continued to use my index and middle fingers to
keep open my lips, exposing my most intimate bits to everyone.  Turning to
Mr.  George, I asked in an almost pleading voice,  -œWould -- would it be
helpful if I demonstrated an orgasm for the class? -

   Shaking his head, he answered,  -œNo, Erica, I don -(TM)t believe that
would be necessary -- - There was a collective moan from the class, who
apparently wanted to see me get myself off.   -œWell, all right, I suppose
you do need to find some relief.  Now class, bear in mind that Erica has
been subjected to a considerable ordeal of shame and arousal.  Her body is
hot to the touch, her nipples and clitoris are erect, and she is, ah,
lubricating herself quite freely.  In such a state, her orgasm is imminent
and should be powerful. -

   I was so unbelievably horny, I just started fingering myself right
there. I moaned audibly through my closed mouth, although soon my tongue
was out, licking my top teeth.  I probed my tender slit as deep as I could
to savor the juices running down my hand -- while the other hand kept
pulling on my left breast and tweaking the nipple.  I got into a rhythm and
bucked my hips, tapping my button rapidly now.  In and out my fingers slid,
rubbing my pussy furiously.  I held nothing back as I made all sorts of
lewd, sexual sounds.  The first wave of orgasm crashed over me, and sent me
to a sitting position on the desk.  This was great -- I raised my legs
spread eagle, while I continued to play with myself.  The next convulsion
was even more intense as I writhed and buckled, grinding my pussy into my
palm.  With the third orgasm, I came like I had never before in my life --

   The feel of someone shaking my shoulder woke me from the daydream.  My
pants were undone, my hand snaked inside the crotch of my panties.  It was
the curly-haired blonde girl with glasses shaking my other shoulder.

    -œHey, you better slow down there -- you look like you -(TM)re about to
have an orgasm in the middle of class!  Now that would be embarrassing. -

   I looked at the girl and groaned, then put my head back down.



   09 - The April -(TM)s Fool By Robert

   It was gym.  My last class before lunch.  It was almost over when Ms. 
Applehead said  -œ10 jumping jacks then you can all go shower -

   I heard a voice that sounded exactly like mine say  -œI don -(TM)t feel
like it -

    -œWell then Erica you can do 5 laps around the gym while everyone else
goes and showers -

   I started to protest but Ms.  Applehead threatened to make it 10.  Again
I heard a voice that sounded exactly like mine say  -œSee you later Erica
- and then I heard laughing.  I turned and saw it was Lisa.  She was able
to imitate my voice perfectly.  I knew this would be bad for me.

   I did my 5 laps as quickly as I could and went to the locker room.  I
undressed and put my towel around me.  I walked to the showers but their
was a sign on the door.  Closed for repair.  Use volley ball team showers.
I never knew that the volley ball team had their own showers but since they
were state champs I guess they got special treatment.  I walked around and
finally found a door that had a sign on it that read volley ball team
showers.

   As I opened the door it seemed very bright inside.  I stepped inside and
as my eyes adjusted to the bright light I realized I was outside.  I heard
the door close behind me.

    -œApril -(TM)s Fool - I heard a bunch of people yell.  It was most of
the gym class plus a couple of their boyfriends.

   I was standing outside in just a towel in front of about 30 people.

    -œApril -(TM)s Fool - Lisa said and then she calmly leaned towards me
and pulled on my towel.  I was surprised she just didn -(TM)t pull it right
off.

    -œVery funny - I said  -œnow how do I get back inside - Holding
tightly to the towel I looked at the crowd.  Somehow I knew this wasn
-(TM)t going to be the whole prank.  I just knew I -(TM)d lose my towel
before it was over.

    -œDon -(TM)t worry - I heard Alicia say.   -œYou don -(TM)t have to go
back inside.  I have your clothes right here - She held a bag up.

   I took a step towards Alicia and held my hand out for my clothes.  At
that moment Carrie yanked hard on the towel and it came right off.

   I had never been stripped so quickly before.  I stood there frozen on
the spot completely naked in front of about 30 people.  I was so shocked I
didn -(TM)t even try to cover myself.

   I finally stammered  -œplease give me my clothes! -

    -œNot so fast.  You have two choices - Lisa said.   -œAlicia can
return your clothes and towel to the locker room and you can walk naked
around to the front of the school and then through the school, still naked,
to the locker room, or you can do something for us. -

    -œWhat? - I mumbled.

    -œPlay with it -

   I looked around and saw all the grinning faces.   -œPlease give me my
clothes! - I cried.

    -œI am going to count to ten - Lisa said.   -œIf you don -(TM)t start
playing with yourself we will just leave you here.  1, 2, 3, 4, 5, -

   When she said five I started to rub my nipples.  It was amazing being
outside and naked with an audience watching me pleasure myself.  My nipples
were hard before I even touched them.  After a few minutes I slid one hand
down between my legs and played with my breasts with the other hand.

   I don -(TM)t know how long it took, but I know it wasn -(TM)t very long.
I had a fantastic orgasm.  I heard clapping then I must of passed out for a
minute.

   We I came to everyone was gone and I was alone with my bag of clothes
and my towel.



   10 - Erica -(TM)s Birthday Weekend By Blue Alien

   Erica was eager for the weekend because Saturday was her birthday.  She
was also worried because this was Friday and no one had tried to remove her
clothes for several weeks.  However, the girls who were her regular
tormentors had been (purposely?) talking amongst themselves about their
discoveries on the Internet with boards and sites that promoted forced
stripping.  As if these classmates of hers needed another excuse or more
ideas how to separate her from her clothes!  She was curious though, when
one of them, she forgot who exactly, as they were talking behind her in the
lunch line two days ago, mentioned something about  -œthe posting of Erica
-(TM)s adventures were all up at (she could not make out the name) board
for anyone to read -(TM); and the people talking did not know who in the
school was relaying these stories.  There was obviously, someone; or 
-~someones -(TM), at school who were watching the action and secretly
uploading the stories for general consumption.  She would not put it past
her brother to do just that.  He always seemed to get a perverse joy out of
her humiliation.  In fact, now that she was thinking about it, he had been
way more nice and smiling at her more then usual all week.  She hoped that
was not a sign of things to come.

   The alarm went off which brought her back to reality.  She had laid
awake in bed just thinking about things in general and this stuff in
specific and forgot to turn-off the clock.  She got out of bed and went to
the window.  It looked like it would be a really nice day weather-wise.  No
clouds, blue sky, birds chirping away etc etc.  Usual nice day stuff.

   She started getting ready for school and did all of her normal routine.
When it came time to pick out clothes she went with a conservative 16-inch
button-down denim skirt, and a nice button-down blouse, hose and the usual
shoes.  For under garments something told her, in the pit of her stomach,
to wear something ok for others to see but not her best  -~in case
something happened -(TM).

   She looked at herself in the mirror and giggled when she thought about
what her grandma told her when she first got this skirt.   -œBack when I
was in high school that skirt would have turned heads because it was so
short.  Now no one would think twice as girls will wear skirts half that
length, in public no less. -

   She heard a knock at her door as it opened.   -œHey, kiddo, want a ride
to school today?  It was her brother, again with the super nice act.

    -œHow soon you leaving? - she queried.

    -œAs soon as you are ready.  I am kinda in a hurry to get going today,
- Robert replied.

    -œBe down in a minute, I just need to grab my books, - she decided to
take him up on his offer.

   He left the door open and went to start the car.  She grabbed her books
and locked the back door as everyone else had left for the days activities.
She climbed into the car and buckled her seat belt.  As Rob backed into the
street and headed for the school they sat in silence.  It was only a few
minutes to school by car but this would give her extra time to look over
some notes before first period class as there was a test today.  She looked
at her brother and after considering whether to pose the question or not he
prompted her with a  -œWhat up? -

    -œIs there anything going on I need to know about? -(TM)

    -œWhy you ask? -

    -œYou have been acting different all week, makes me worry -- -

    -œJust feelin -(TM) good li -(TM)lte sister.   --Your birthday -(TM)s
tomorrow.  Hope you enjoy it, is all. -

   At that they pulled into the student lot, parked and went their separate
ways.

   Erica walked to the front of the school to sit next to the building
until the bell rang to announce the official beginning to a new day.  She
did not even have time to get her notes out as she planned to review for
first period test when her greatest tormentor showed up.

    -œHey Erica, you -(TM)re here early today. -

    -œMy brother drove me. -

    -œI hear your birthday is tomorrow.  Is that right? -

    -œYeah, that -(TM)s right -- -

    -œ Me and the girls have a little surprise for you -.  That did not
sound good to Erica hearing where that was coming from.   -œWould you mind
standing up? -

   Erica stood up though with reservations to what might be coming next.

    -œWe bought you a present and want to give it to you early.  In fact we
would like to give it to you now -- -

   One of the girls opened a backpack and pulled out a good-sized box that
was wrapped with birthday wrapping paper.  Since when were they going to be
so nice to her?  Something has to be up, unless this is their way of
apologizing to her for what they had been doing --

    -œBefore we give it to you, though we need to see what you -(TM)re
wearing under that skirt -- -

    -œWhy do you need to know what I am wearing --. -

   Erica looked at the guy; she could not remember his name, who was
pointing a camera in her direction.   -œJust humor us, ok? -

   Erica stalled for a minute and then, while looking around to see who was
watching, and noticing her brother at the other end of the building looking
her way, she slowly started to lift the hem of her skirt.

   Stacy put her hand on top of Erica -(TM)s.   -œI did not say to lift
your skirt, I said I want to see what you were wearing under it.  That
skirt is too tight to show us properly.  Take the skirt off instead --. -

   What Erica had suspected was now happening; they were going to strip her
again, and this time outside the school and next to the windows of the
principal -(TM)s office.  Erica dropped the hem and started to undo the top
few buttons and slide the skirt down so they could see her panties.

   The guy with the camera started to take pictures of her.

    -œAll the way -- just drop the skirt. - One of the girls picked it up
and, folding it, stuffed it into her knapsack.   -œOk, now the shirt -- -

    -œIs that camera really necessary?  Erica asked knowing that they would
continue with whatever they had been planning.

    -œJust some pictures for the scrape book.  John will be following you
through out the day capturing special moments for us to  -~cherish -(TM).
At which they all smiled the most wicked smiles at me.

   Again, Erica slowly unbuttoned the shirt/blouse until it was completely
open.

    -œTake it off and hand it to me. -

   Erica did as she was told.  More pictures captured.  Now standing in
just her underwear, shoes and socks she nervously looked around at the
other students who were all turning to look in her direction.

    -œJust as I thought.  That will never go with your gift.  Take it off
and we will give you your gift.  We want you to wear it in school today. -


   Erica blindly removed her bra and panties and handed them over as they
too were silently stuffed into the backpack with her other clothes.

   Erica was overly aware as the camera caught every move and more of her
exposed flesh.

    -œGood.  That is a look you should show off more often.

   Erica was now standing outside of the front of her school next to the
Principal -(TM)s office windows with about eighty or more students watching
her.  Some guy she never met before is taking pictures of her as she
stripped and some female students that she would never trust with telling
her the time, let alone anything else have handed her a gifted wrapped
birthday present.

   She took the box and ripped the paper off and opened the box.  Inside
were clothes.  She thought this was odd.  Girls who enjoy removing her
clothes are giving her new clothes with the tags still on them?

    -œPut them on, we want to see what they look like on you. -

   Erica put the skirt on first.  It was lightweight and felt like it
floated rather then hugged her body.  It was a button down skirt just like
what she had worn though a bit shorter then the denim skirt but not much.
Then she slipped the shirt on, buttoning all nine buttons.  It was short
sleeve and exposed only an inch or two between the hem of the shirt and the
top of her skirt.

    -œThat fits you perfectly. - The other girls all agreed with words and
nodding heads.   -œOk, we will hold onto your clothes for you and give them
back later.  In the mean time, no underwear with that ok? -

   Erica figured she was covered and everything was hiding the  -~important
stuff -(TM) so no harm had come to her.  The clothes were nice even if she
was no thrilled about the picture taking.   -œOk, I guess -.

    -œGood.  Well, we have things to do and people to see so we will catch
up with you later. - And with that they all left.  As Erica looked around
she noticed her brother coming toward her.

    -œLooks good E. -

    -œDid you know about this Rob? -(TM)

    -œI knew they had something in mine but I was not privy to all the
details.  I ran into those girls at the mall a few days ago when I ran that
errand for mom.  They told me they were getting you something for your
birthday but they were a bit sketchy about the specifics. -

    -œThey tell you anything else I should know? -

    -œAhmmmm.  The keyword is  -~should -(TM) know.  They do have some
other things planned but you will find out soon enough. - And with that he
had one of those  -~eat the canary -(TM) grins on his face.

    -œOh, great.  Instead of torturing me all at once they are going to
stretch it out all day, I -(TM)ll bet! - This did not excite her at all,
but she knew then leaving her alone for this long was too good to be true.

   At that the bell rang.   -œI -(TM)ll check with you later sis.  Gotta
run. - Erica too, picked up her books and headed inside for her homeroom.

   When she got to her homeroom, she tried to pull out her notes and get
one last chance at looking them over before first period.

   Again the bell announced first period and everyone headed out and to the
first class of the day.

    -œOk.  Class.  You will have as much time as you need to take the test
today.  I hope you all kept good notes throughout the week and this should
be a breeze.  When you are done hand in your test and then do something
quietly.  No talking.  Anyone have any questions before we begin?  The
teacher wasted no time handing out the test attempting to give the students
every available minute.  This was the completion of three weeks work.

    -œYes, Ms Johnston? -

    -œCan we use our notes? -

    -œGood question.  Unfortunately, the answer is  -~no -(TM).  So keep
all your books under your desk.  All I want to see is the test papers on
the desk.  Anyone else? -

    -œMr.  Grayson, what seems to be bothering you today? -

    -œCan we leave when we are done? -

    -œNo, unless you have an emergency bathroom call or the office wants
you, just read a book.  Class, I forgot to mention, when you are done with
the test, do something unrelated to class work.  I don -(TM)t want you to
tempt the other students if you should decide to read ahead for next weeks
work or look at your notes afterward to check you answers.  Ok, no more
questions? -- Get started -.  And with that the teacher headed for the
front desk and the next hour dragged on as Erica and her fellow students
tried to remember the answers to 56 questions.  Some true and false, others
with sentences required.  Finally, Erica finished her test with only a few
minutes to spare.  She waited quietly thinking about the possibilities that
lay before her.  The bell rang again and she headed for second period.



   11 - Erica -(TM)s Birthday Weekend Interviews By Robert

   Intermission

   After reading the comments and talking to the Blue Alien, I have decided
to release some of the transcripts from my interviews with some of the key
people in this story, or report, about what happened to Erica for three
days around her birthday last month.  I am hoping that this will help give
form and direction to what is going on without  -œspilling the beans -
right away.  It is best to let the people involved speak from their
viewpoint rather then from my interpretation.  That is the story, my
interpretation of what happened.

   First, let me tell you a little about myself and why I am writing this
story.  I attend the same school with Erica, her brother, Lisa and her crew
also known as just  -œthe girls -.  I also like to read sexual stories
ever since my friend, I won -(TM)t mention his name though, turned me on to
this site.  He pointed out that some of the adventures Erica has had were
posted on this storyboard.  We have no idea who those authors are, but
without the stories the rest of us at school may not know what is going on
with Erica except for the rumors, which get really exaggerated.  I even
heard of a few times Erica was talked out of her clothes in public places
that aren -(TM)t even on here, yet.

   I don -(TM)t really hang out with Erica, and I only know her brother
through some mutual friends.  So getting information is difficult.  It took
me several weeks to get these people to trust me enough to talk to me on
tape.  I think Rob and Lisa did it just to get the story on the Internet.
Erica doesn -(TM)t know her stories are here.  And the photographer is in
the dark about what goes on in front of himÃ¢ ,¬Â-.

   When I did not see Erica -(TM)s Birthday Adventure, what some people are
calling her Birthday Humiliation and others her Erotic Birthday Party,
depending on your politics, I decided to look into it to see what I could
find out from the people that were the cause of it all; the ones  -œin the
middle -.  When I compared that to the rumors, I knew I had to post a
story to straighten-out what people were saying.

   I also have to tell you that since being in a psychology class this year
at school, I am learning new tools to answer the questions I have always
had as to why people do the things they do.  There are two things that I
ask the reader to keep in mine.  One is what is the Intention of the people
in the story.  Everyone has a different reason for behaving a certain way,
and as the Indians would say Ã¢ ,¬Å"Walk a mile in their moccasins before
judging themÃ¢ ,¬?.  The other thing is that you have to understand the
Context.  My teacher was saying that context is the stuff around the
question.  It is the personal history, the personal  -œoperating system -,
the what, why and where stuff.  We were talking in class last week about
how three people can all do the same thing for different reasons.  So we
have to be careful to assume that just because we do something one way,
that everyone does the same thing.  They don -(TM)t.  The Blue Alien was
saying that people usually don -(TM)t even know why they do what they do,
it is all-unconscious.

   I want to thank the Blue Alien for letting me post under his name, I don
-(TM)t want the people at school to know I am doing this.  Except for those
I interviewed, and they have no reason to talk.

   Bottom of Form

   Transcript of Interview with Robert  -" Erica -(TM)s brother:
A:  --s thing on?  Ah, there we go.  Alright.

   A: I want to thank you for talking to me about your sister -(TM)s
birthday weekend.
R:  --no problem.  (name deleted).

   A: The school is buzzing about Erica having what was probably her most
memorable birthday ever.   -~The girls -(TM) really went all out to out do
themselves getting Erica naked.  My first question is why do you think they
keep doing this to her?

   R: (Laughter) I guess you really don -(TM)t know those girls, heh?  They
are always playing tricks on someone.  It is what they are known for.  And
if any one is smart they won -(TM)t cross  -~um.  When they discovered
Erica was an easy mark  -" they pretty much left everyone else alone and
just concentrated on Erica.  Now, don -(TM)t take this wrong, I love my
sister, we get along ok and all, but let -(TM)s be honest, if you were in
my shoes, would you try and stop the girls from having fun with her?  It
-(TM)s a free show, after all.  I can -(TM)t wait for our parents to turn
the pool on so I can watch the girls strip Erica in my own back yard.  But
don -(TM)t say anything about that ok?  I have spied on Erica at home from
time to time.  She -(TM)s got one sweet body.  Watching her get stripped in
public is a hoot.  If she didn -(TM)t really like it I would figure she
wouldn -(TM)t let the games continue.

   A: Did you participate in helping to get Erica naked for the, what is
being called, Birthday Weekend?

   R: A little.  I was kept in the dark for the most part.  I ran into the
girls at the Mall a few days before they sprung the surprise on my sister.
They asked if that coming Saturday was in fact her birthday, though they
must have known because they said they were doing some shopping for a
present.  I did confirm that Saturday was the day and let them know the
family was not planning anything until Sunday.  So I thought Erica would be
free and open for Saturday.  That made the girls laugh and one of them said
 -œOh, she will be free and open alright. - Then they asked if I could
make sure that Erica got to school early on Friday, around 7:30am and to
see if my parents would have a problem with Erica being at an all night
party - sleepover.  That was all they wanted me to do.  When I tried to get
more details they said they thought it was better to just keep it a
surprise for everyone so no rumors started.  When I asked about the present
they just said I would get to see it when everyone else did.

   A: How -(TM)d that go with your parents?  Were they ok with a sleep
over?

   R: Not at first.  But then I told them there was a surprise party
planned for several kids at the same time and the whole school was invited.
It would be ok and there would be adults supervising.  I just hoped I was
either right or that the parents would never find out different.  They were
hesitant at first but then surprised that Erica had that many people that
wanted to celebrate her day so they gave their consent but wanted more
information.  I told them I would have someone call them and told the girls
so they could take care of that as they saw fit.  I didn -(TM)t hear about
it again from the parental units, so their questions must have been
answered.

   A: Haven -(TM)t there been questions from them?  I would think for as
many people that were involved, that they would have heard something by
now?

   R: That just shows the ingenuity of the girls and their ability to plan
ahead.
A: How about Erica?  Has she talked about it at all?

   R: Not really.  I think she was too embarrassed by the whole thing and a
bit upset thinking I knew more then I did.  That was my fault though as I
could have been more upfront with her on what I didn -(TM)t know.  She did
seem to suspect something Friday morning, too.  She kept asking me if I
knew anything and seemed very nervous about school.  She is not dumb, and
having nothing happen for several weeks, I think she thought it was just
going to good and did not want to over or under estimate her, can I call
them, tormentors?, from doing something because of her birthday.  She was
pissed at me too, that if I did know something, that I either would not try
to stop it or tell her so she could avoid it.  Those were the very reasons
the planners of this event did not want me to know too much.

   A: She seem -(TM)d to go along with it from everything I saw or heard.
Do you know why she let -(TM)s herself get trapped by them?

   R: I honestly can -(TM)t say she  -~let -(TM)s herself -(TM), it is more
a case that she is a good kid and trusts people too easily.  She doesn
-(TM)t judge people and so takes things as they come.  By the time she
figures out what is happening it is too late to avoid it.  That -(TM)s just
Erica.  She was easy when she was younger to pull jokes on, to tie her up
so she could be tickled, or talk her out of stuff.  She -(TM)s an easy
mark. Part of it is circumstance too.  Right place right time kind of
thing. I think with anyone though, you pull the same tricks on them over
and over, they will eventually start to see the pattern.  We were just
discussing that in psych class last week.  Not being real creative, Erica
doesn -(TM)t see the potential problem so can -(TM)t get out of the way. 
Each time she was talked out of her clothes was in a different place and
happened in a different way.  She figured it was going to happen, had no
idea when and how, and didn -(TM)t know how to avoid it.  It was that
simple.

   A: Don -(TM)t you feel bad though for letting this get as far as it has?
I mean, you -(TM)re her brother,.  If you care about her, wouldn -(TM)t you
want to protect her from this kind of exposure and embarrassment?

   R: I suppose I could feel guilty about that.  I don -(TM)t want to see
her hurt after all.  But like I said, I am kept in the dark too and never
know when and where usually, until it is all over with.  Her birthday was
bigger and more outrageous then I think anyone expected.  I really don
-(TM)t think there was much I could have done to stop it.  If I had called
for any authority figures, a lot of people would have stuff to answer too.
It was better the way it ended and that everybody agreed to keep quiet
about it.  It is probably why no one posted a story with the others on that
Internet site you mentioned.

   A: I -(TM)m beginning to see what you mean.  Is there anything else you
want to tell me before we end this?

   R: Not really. ..  Well, I did hear that the girls are planning another
event but really don -(TM)t have any specifics about it.  And I did talk to
them about a party at my place and getting Erica to be naked for most of
it. I wouldn -(TM)t mine seeing the girls get naked too, but you did not
hear that from me.

   -click-

   Interview with the Photographer:

   A: I hear you lucked out being the photographer for Erica -(TM)s big
weekend birthday party.

   P: Yeah, I did.  Another guy in the photo club said he was asked first,
but he couldn -(TM)t do it.  His family had to go out of town for a
funeral. He missed everything that happened here and was really bummed.  He
didn -(TM)t even know the dead person that well, so was really bored.  I
was the next to be asked.

   A: What exactly did Lisa and them tell you about what you would be
shooting?

   P: I was told to only shoot digital.  As for what to shoot, she said I
would know when I saw it.  She was right.  I showed up when she told me
too, and was just standing around when Erica started taking off her
clothes. Well, told to take them off.
A: Do you know Erica?

   P: Only in passing at school.  I didn -(TM)t really talk to her until
that weekend.  It was kind of hard not to.  And I have talked to her
afterward too.
A: Can I ask what you talked about?  Anything to do with that weekend?

   P: Everything we talked about centered on that weekend..  She said she
was really nervous about school that morning.  She was afraid that Lisa and
those friends of Lisa -(TM)s would pull something like that.  She said she
thought it would only go for part of the school day and not all weekend.
A: Did she ask about all the pictures you took?

   P: Yeah, she did.  She was real worried they would get distributed and
make things for her worse then they are.  I told her Lisa said not to let
the pictures out, not yet at least.  Although Lisa wanted a set of
everything I shot on DVD.  I didn -(TM)t bother asking why.  One thing
learned is never to cross Lisa and her friends.  They can be nasty.
A: So just how many pictures did you take in what, three days time?

   P: I figure it is around 2000 plus a handful.  It took awhile to process
everything to viewable form and categories for easy finding images quickly.
I have some with me if you want to see them?

   A: I sure would.  Ok, that was school in the morning.  These are nice
and clear, you can really see the detail down to her blemishes.  Yeah, and
there she is naked.  Hey, if you look closely, isn -(TM)t that Principal
Hedmister in his office.  God that is too much.  Right next to his window
and not the wiser.  (details deleted).

   A: These pictures are great.  You really captured Erica -(TM)s
expressions of shock, nervousness, the uncertainty, when she was drunk, and
when she tried to get in Lisa -(TM)s face.  Oh, THAT was a mistake.  Oh,
good, you got the follow up to that.  (deleted) Thanks.  I appreciated
seeing those.

   P: No problem.  Glad you liked them.  There are about seventy pictures
here.  As why Lisa had me take them?  I figure she has something else she
is cooking up for later.  Maybe blackmailing Erica, I don -(TM)t know. 
Could you delete that?  I should not have said that.  Don -(TM)t let anyone
know I said that ok?  I don -(TM)t know what they are for.  I figure I was
just documenting the event.  That -(TM)s what the photo club does. 
Photographs school related events for the yearbook, the school newspaper
and such.  And this WAS a school event.  Although how no body got punished
or suspended is beyond me.
A: What do you think about what all happened?

   P: I tell ya, I for one would not want to be in Erica -(TM)s place.  At
the rate these  -œevents - are going, I would not be surprised that she
ends up naked in front of the whole school where the administration can
-(TM)t do anything about it.  I hear Lisa and her crew can be pretty da-n
conniving.

   A: I have to agree with that assessment.  Anything else you can tell me?


   - silence-

   P: Not that seems worth mentioning.  That -(TM)s pretty much all I know.

A: Thanks for talking to me.
P: No problem.

   -click- Interview with Erica:

   A: Erica, I want to thank you for talking to me about your  -œadventures
-.  I am real interested in how all of this is affecting you?

   E: Tell me again why you want to know any of this?  Was it for some
class assignment or something?

   A: Let -(TM)s just say I am intrigued and curious how you get in these
predicaments in the first place.  And how do you feel about the
embarrassment you must feel when it happens?

   E: Well (silence for almost a minute).  The first time at the pool was
just a series of screw-ups made worse when that (deleted) felt she could
really push the issue and humiliate me.  She is known for going that kind
of stuff to people since seventh grade.  After what she has all pulled I
doubt she is going to stop anytime soon.  I am really a shy person and hate
all this attention, but I don -(TM)t know what to do about it to stop it.
If I report it to anyone, this whole thing could backfire and I will be the
one punished.  There is no  -œproof - and it is all my word against
someone else -(TM)s.  Besides, it would just mean even more attention, and
I wouldn -(TM)t want to get those girls upset or there is no telling how
far they could go to embarrass and humiliate me.  Until a teacher catches
them red handed doing something to me, it is best not to say anything.

   A: Erica, let -(TM)s be honest.  You are what, 15 now?  Don -(TM)t you
really find all this attention kind of exciting, but you just don -(TM)t
want to admit it even to yourself?  Maybe deep down you really want this to
happen and that is why you are going along with it?

   E: Don -(TM)t be silly.  How can you say that?  No girl wants THIS kind
of attention!

   A: But doesn -(TM)t it at least a little bit excite you?  Is there a bit
of a sexual thrill by being able to say you are not responsible and not
having any control over the situation?

   E: Uhmmmmm.  (silence) Weeelll.  Maybe.  But not at first.  And NOT
while it is happening.  It is scary not knowing what is happening.  Maybe
afterward it is a bit exciting.  (silence) When it is all over, and I have
control back, safe in bed in my room at night with no one else around. 
Well, then I guess maybe I might fantasize about it while I Ã¢ ,¬Â-.  You
know.  Play with myself.  But you gotta promise not to tell anyone about
that.  Those people would have a hay day if they knew.

   A: I promised you before we started that anything you say will be kept
in the tightest confidentiality.  I will keep your secrets.  This tape will
be destroyed afterward too.  Once I get the transcript I will give you the
tape like we agreed.
E: Ok..  So what else do you want to know?
A: How far out do you take your fantasies?

   E: You sure you really want to know this stuff, that -(TM)s pretty
personal?

   A: I -(TM)m just trying to understand what is going on that is all.  In
the end, it may even help you.
E: I don -(TM)t see how, but, ok.  You -(TM)ve kept your word so far.
A: So let me in.  Tell me about your fantasies.

   E: I have this one fantasy, not that I want it to ever happen!, but I am
getting an award or giving a speech, or in a debate team competition on
stage in front of the whole school.  Then something happens and I have a 
-œwardrobe malfunction - and end up naked in front of everyone.  Of coarse
you know who is behind it.  A couple of weeks ago I was at a friend -(TM)s
house.  You don -(TM)t need to know whom because I don -(TM)t want you
talking to her.  But I was at her house while the guys, her brothers and
their friends, were watching some football game that was supposed to be a
big deal.  During the half time they must have changed the station, because
the called my friend and me down to join them.  On the tv was a bunch of
girls running around half dressed or less.  The guys told us to watch it
and tell them what we thought of it.  I really didn -(TM)t want to but 
-œmy friend - talked me into humoring the guys.  So I sat down.  The guys
trapped both of us by piling around us so we could not get up until they
were ready to let us go.  It was called something like  -œGirls Gone Wild
Half Time Show - I don -(TM)t know why any girls would be willing to get
naked on tv knowing there would be tons of guys watching!  Well, I had
trouble watching and was embarrassed for those girls.  I kept looking away
from the screen but the guys would push my head back to watch it.  I am
embarrassed to even say this but I did have a mix of shock and naughty
excitement about what I did see.  And I did not like that my body was
betraying me by having my nipples get stiff and I got wet  -œdown there -.
I was just glad I was dressed and the guys could not see anything.  I kept
imagining myself as one of the contestants.  After a while I realized I was
curious how these girls were so confident in themselves to not worry that
they were showing everything to anyone who wanted to look, that I felt
guilty for being a whimp.  After it was over, the guys asked what we
thought about it.  We just looked at each other and then said at the same
time, Guys have a one track mind and started to giggle because it surprised
us too.  Then I said, Good girls don -(TM)t do those things do they?  Those
were all sluts.  And the guys said things that meant, that is what we like
but not for a girl friend.  Like I said, Guys have a one-track mind.  They
let us go and we went back to her room to talk about it seriously.  When I
got away from them I kept thinking about what was happening to me.  I mean,
look at the last time.  There I was in my  -œaltogethers - outside the
school and playing with myself while other people watched.  That was kinda
slutty wasn -(TM)t it?  It wasn -(TM)t easy to do, but once it was over and
I had my clothes it didn -(TM)t seem so bad.  No one hurt me after all. 
Even now while I am thinking about it I am getting turned on.  So my friend
and I started the  -œwhat if - game, imagining ourselves doing this kind
of thing like we saw on TV.  I hate to admit this, and I hope it wasn
-(TM)t another  -œstupid let -(TM)s get Erica naked trick, but my friend
dared me to walk past the guys naked.  I didn -(TM)t want to at first, but
eventually said I would do it if she did it too.  She then upped the ante
and said she would do it if I asked the guys a question while naked.  I
told her she had to stand next to me while I did that.  We kept upping
dares until we got so carried away, that once we were naked she slipped on
a pair of handcuffs between us so that neither of us could back out.  Then
we swore to deny that it was out idea and if anyone ever asks we would
blame it on the guys.  We went down to the basement handcuffed to each
other totally naked to where the guys were still watching the game.  I
said,  -œGuys, can we ask you all a question? -.  I think that was the
question because it didn -(TM)t go any further then that.  They no sooner
looked up at us than I heard a voice behind me.  We tried to spin around
but got caught in each other and fell.  Two of the guys helped us up and
then we saw who it was.  The leader of the torments herself was standing
there.  I can imagine how I must have looked with my eyes popping out and
jaw hitting the floor.   -œWhat have we got here? - she said over
pronouncing each word for clarity and emphasis.  We lost control of the
situation really fast at that point and were mentally kicking ourselves for
daring each other like that.  We were forced to play with each other in
front of them and were not allowed to stop until they told us to stop.  And
that was hinged on something that would happen in the game, like a number
of points or downs or something.  All I know is that we had to play with
each other while one female and seven males watched us.  I think we were at
it for about an hour or so, it was hard to tell.  They each took a turn
groping us and then let us go.  It would be easy to say we were forced at
this point.  Anyway, we ran to the bathroom upstairs and looked the door.
We both needed a shower and time away from them.  Once we got behind a
locked door I don -(TM)t think we knew if we should giggled or cry.  We
were both really confused by all of it and realized we were being really
stupid to let that even happen.  So I guess when Friday happened at school,
I secretly wanted to be forced into giving up my clothes.  Look at what I
wore to school.  None of it was a big lose if anything happened to those
clothes, just in case.  So I kinda went alone with them, at least in the
beginning.  I never would have expected it to end up the way it did though.


   A: I talked to your brother to get his take on all of this and he seems
to think you were or are upset with him for not helping to protect you from
all of that.  Is that true?

   E: Well, yes and no.  If he did not really know, I can -(TM)t really
blame him.  What could he have done?  No one would have listened to him
after all.  And if he did know and told me, it might not have done any good
either and would have changed how things played out.  I can -(TM)t stay mad
at him, so I guess I forgive him.  I am quite sure that will be a moment
talked about for years to come though.

   A: I want to thank you for being so open about everything you said.  So
tell me, do you regret your birthday weekend?

   E: Again, Yes and No.  A girl has to worry about her reputation.  I don
-(TM)t want people thinking I am easy or calling me a slut.  I -(TM)d never
be able to live that down.  But it -(TM)s hard with all these hormones
running around in my bodyÃ¢ ,¬Â- So part of me likes it, and part of me
hates it.  It makes me want to do something like that again, well.  Not
THAT big but you know, with a smaller group.  But I could never be seen to
be too co-operative either.  I don -(TM)t want to give anyone ideas, if you
know what I mean.

   A: You seemed to have been co-operative at school on Friday.  And by
Saturday he seemed to do whatever you were told to do.

   E: Well.  Like I said.  They left me alone for several weeks.  I figured
it was just a matter of time before they did something again.  I laid in
bed that morning thinking about what they had all put me through before I
got up to get ready for school.  My birthday being the next day just seemed
to be to easy a time to place me in their gun sights, as Robs says about
hunting deer.  That was exactly what I felt like.  I wasn -(TM)t even sure
if anyone even KNEW it was my birthday, but there was no way to ask without
opening Pandora -(TM)s Box.  On the one hand I hoped to get through the
weekend free and clear of them and their tricks.  One the other, I liked
the attention even if I don -(TM)t handle it well.  I asked my brother if
he knew or heard anything, and he was at best evasive and at worst
frustrating.  Once I was forced to change clothes out side, I had trouble
concentrating on school work throughout the day.  It only got worst as the
day went on.  By lunch I started to remember what my dad always told me, Be
careful what you wish for, you might get it.  It was starting to look like
I got my wish whether I wanted it or not.  By Sunday, when my relatives
came into town for a large family party, I was still guilty, shy and
embarrassed and had trouble hiding it.  Thank goodness they all thought it
was from all of the family being there with me as the center or attention
and the.  You know, what happened on Saturday.  I pray my family never.

   (tape ran out at this point)

   Interview with Lisa:

   A: So tell me Lisa, why are you forcing Erica to do these things and
make her strip in public?

   L: Because I can, and it is fun.  And you can -(TM)t tell me she isn
-(TM)t getting something out of it too.  The more I put her through the
paces, the easier it seems to be to get her to co-operate even though she
makes noise about not wanting to do it.  I think she is getting off on it.

   A: Some people think that what you do to Erica is mean and awful.  They
call you a bitch for doing it.  What do you say to those people?

   L: Kiss my a -"and Pi -"off.  I don -(TM)t care what their opinion is.
Erica let -(TM)s us do what we do.  If she didn -(TM)t like it, I would
think she just would not do it.  Maybe she has some secret fantasy or
something.  All I know is, if some tried to do something like that to me,
they would be eating my fist.  And then I would turn the tables on them. 
Screw them.  Erica is enjoying all of this  -" maybe not at first, but hey,
she actually played with herself outside of school  -~for me and my friends
to watch.  She fought some, but got right into it.  As long as she keeps
co-operating I -(TM)ll keep pushing her buttons.

   A: From what I hear, you really are blackmailing her into doing these
things.  You are not really allowing her a choice to back out --

   L: I prefer to think of it as incentive.  I -(TM)m just guiding her into
doing what she really wants to do all alone both would never have the
courage to do herself.  I am doing her a favor!

   A: I -(TM)m sorry, but that sounds like spin doctoring to me.  It all
sounds very distor --

   L: F-ck you.  You want to know, and I -(TM)m telling you --.  You want
to make judgments and I can walk away and terminate your little question
and answer gig.  I don -(TM)t have to tell you jack.  Got that?

   A: Ok, ok -- I -(TM)ll back off.  Tell me about her birthday weekend. 
How did that come about.?

   L: About three months ago I accidentally learned Erica -(TM)s birth
date. As she seemed to do so well with the other tests I put her through,
kind -(TM)a preparing her for something like what she did for her birthday
party.  The crew and I could not pass up the opportunity of doing something
over the top.  In a way, Erica unknowingly helped decide what would happen.
I just helped it happen that -(TM)s all.  As my dad says,  -~I facilitated
the process -(TM).  He -(TM)s always talking about how his job is to help
people get what they need to make their jobs more efficient.  That -(TM)s
what I -(TM)m doing  -" just helping stuff happen that other people want to
see happen --
A: So you see yourself  -~providing a service -(TM)?

   L: In a way, ye.  Hey -- I think I like the way that sounds.  I -(TM)m
providing a service to help Erica realize her deepest fantasy.  Kinda puts
a positive spin on the whole thing doesn -(TM)t it?

   A: THAT is an understatement.  Do you just simply see Erica as nothing
more then an easy mark?  Someone to toy with?

   L: In the beginning, definitively.  The girl has such a good heart and
is so trusting of other people it is like taking candy from a baby.  If I
had a conscious I might feel guilty for what I -(TM)ve made her do.  But --
I don -(TM)t --.  so, no problem.  Like I said in the beginning, it is fun
and I can do it so why not?
A: Do you have anything else planned for Erica coming up?

   L: The short answer is Yes.  But I -(TM)m not tell you anything more
about it.
A: How do you think the rest of your school feels about this?

   L: Who cares?  Let them think what they want.  You just said yourself
some don -(TM)t like it.  I -(TM)m sure a lot more do think it is funny, or
great or sex --.  Whatever.  I know guys that masturbate to what she does
in public.  But then some guys will (deleted) to anything.

   A: What do you plan on doing with all the pictures from that weekend?  I
hear there is like over 2000.

   L: Wouldn -(TM)t you like to know!  Any other questions, other wise I am
out -(TM)a here.
A: Anything else you are will to let me in on?
L: Nah, I said  -~enuff.

   -click-



   12 - Erica and the Carwash by AMERICAN COWBOY

   I woke up on Saturday morning feeling bored.  It was going to be a lazy
weekend, with the promise of nothing much to do.  My parents were away
until Monday, and I would have the house all to myself.  But I really had
no plans and wasn -(TM)t up for any strenuous activity.  I flopped myself
on my bed and started surfing through the TV channels.

   My nightwear consisted of a long orange and white T-shirt that came to
just above my knees; my panties of course underneath; and a pair of comfy
ankle socks.  With the sun creeping through the bedroom window, I
distractedly flipped across the stations using the remote clicker.  There
was nothing good on television, nothing entertaining.  I maneuvered myself
into different positions, alternating lying on my tummy or my back, and
every which way in between.  At one point, as I rest my head on the
pillows, I stretched a limber leg to the ceiling.  In my left hand, I
continued to click the Channel Next button, oblivious to the images
scrawling across the television screen.  My right hand fingers, however,
reached up idly and began tugging on the toe of my sock.  As if surprised
by this casual action, I watched as the snug fabric came peeling off,
mesmerized by my pretty little toes coming into view.

   I giggled to myself, at the thought of this action seeming infinitely
more captivating than anything else in the world.  I gently rubbed my bare
calf, and it felt good.  Soon the remote control was lost in the sheets,
and I had my other sock off in no time.  I lay back in the softness of the
bed and lifted my legs, watching my feet play in the sunlight.  A warm,
yummy feeling crept into my stomach.

   And then, a wicked thought entered my mind -- I should lose the panties.
Now I should say, in spite of previous stories and accidents and mishaps, I
really am not one to go running about the house unclothed.  I -(TM)m really
quite bashful and modest.  But, hey, I would still be wearing my long
T-shirt.  This was becoming like a game, daring myself how far I should go.
I mean, I could just get dressed and forget about the whole thing, but then
again, there was nothing to do anyway.  I was certainly not in a hurry to
get dressed.

   I slid my legs off the bed and rose to my feet with a yawn.  It did look
like it was going to be a beautiful day, I noted, casting a glance outside
the window.  The shirt, over-sized and loose, slipped a little, revealing a
bare shoulder.  I paid no mind, slowly making my way out of the room and
down the hallway.  It was when I entered the kitchen and felt the tiles on
my bare feet that I truly woke up.  Such a pleasant, but uncommon feeling,
as I usually sleep in my socks.  Now I wiggled my toes appreciatively,
delighting in the coolness.

   I had to do it!  I had to take off my panties and experience the thrill
of being so nearly naked.  Casually, I sauntered up to the laundry hamper,
pausing to savor the anticipation.  This was a perfectly normal activity,
wasn -(TM)t it?  Just going to remove my underwear for a cleaning.  Nothing
wrong with that, I tried to convince myself, nothing deliciously sexy -- I
could feel my heart beating faster.  When I slipped a hand beneath the
T-shirt, I took a moment to rub circles around my bellybutton.  If I kept
this up, I was going to soil my undies, and then they would really need a
washing!  Hooking a thumb in the waistband, I slowly pulled downward and
felt the fabric moving over my hips.

   I could tell that part of me was still a little indecisive as I bit my
lip.  Yes, I was secure in the knowledge that I was home, completely alone.
But this was getting hot, and I had no idea where it would lead.  So before
I could have second thoughts, I reached beneath the shirt with my other
hand and proceeded to roll the panties all the way down the rest of my
legs. I stepped out of them in one motion, picked them up and
unceremoniously dropped them in the laundry basket.  Now I was wearing only
my knee-length T-shirt.  I think I -(TM)m starting to like the idea of only
one article of clothing covering me --

   Then I heard a car or something pull up in front of the house!  I dashed
into the living room, and cautiously peered out the window.  There, at the
foot of the driveway, was the box-shaped truck of the mailman.  Right on
time, coming to deliver the morning post.  Knowing that he would leave our
letters and bills and such in the bin on the outside of the front door, I
suddenly had a mischievous thought.

   Moving into the entry hallway, I stood just a few feet behind the front
door that was shut fast.  I could picture Mr.  Speedy making his way up the
driveway, unsuspecting in going about his duty.  Even now, I heard his
plodding footsteps on the driveway.  If only he knew that behind this
locked door was a seventeen-year-old girl dressed only in a T-shirt!  Or
was she --

   A truly naughty thought entered my overactive, overheated mind.  There
was no one else home, and a solid locked front door was between me and the
mailman.  Why not remove the shirt?

   Oh -- this was so hot!  I had to do it.

   I don -(TM)t know why, maybe out of habit, I turned my head around
quickly to make sure no one was looking.  Of course, I was all alone, and
so I tensely gripped the bottom of my T-shirt in both hands.  Deep breath,
and then started to raise my arms -- my naked thighs coming into view, next
my bare pussy -- oh, Hell, once my stomach was exposed, I tore the shirt
the rest of the way off my head and tossed it down the hall.

   I was naked, completely nude, and the mailman was approaching the
doorstep this very moment!  Clutching my tits in my hands, I could feel how
long and hard the nipples were.  I know I was wet down there, and I nearly
stuck a finger inside my slit to test the waters.  But I couldn -(TM)t
bring myself to have an orgasm so close to my front door -- Mr.  Speedy
might hear!  Instead I slowly turned around, thinking that if his vision
could only penetrate the solid wood, he would have an unobstructed view of
my bare ass.

   Turning my head to the side, I caught my reflection in the hallway
mirror.  There I was, totally undressed.  Every inch of flesh exposed, from
my perky pink breasts down to the hairless crotch now glistening.  If I
parted my legs just a little, I could just make out my extended clitoris
emerging.  Maintaining this position, I slapped my hands on my butt cheeks
and slightly spread them.  Oh what a view the mailman could be enjoying!  I
wondered what it would feel like to be taken from behind.

   Then I heard the doorbell ring!  Why did he just ring the doorbell?  He
is supposed to just drop off the mail and leave, and I -(TM)m standing here
completely naked and horny!  Then there was a tap at the door.  That did it
-- I had to find my shirt, quick.  Still nude, I ran down the hall, and
then blindly into the living room before remembering that I had only thrown
my T-shirt on the floor of the hallway.  I retraced my steps and found the
lone article of clothing, and pulled it over my head, covering my hot skin.
I hoped I didn -(TM)t smell too musky.

   At another knock on the front door, I reached out and turned the knob,
opening it easily.  Oh my gosh, I forgot to lock the door last night!  He
could have opened it at anytime, and would have walked right in -- to find
me displaying myself without a stitch!  The mailman would have seen my
little tits, my bare behind, my shaved --

    -œHello, Erica, - Mr.  Speedy said pleasantly.   -œI hope I didn
-(TM)t wake you. -

    -œUm, yeah, - I replied nervously.   -œI just got out of bed; it
-(TM)s Saturday, you know. -

   He chuckled back,  -œWell, of course it is.  And I -(TM)m sorry to have
disturbed you, Miss.  But one of these letters was sent requesting a
signature.  I -(TM)m afraid I needed to ask someone to sign for it. -

   I shook my head, saying it was no bother, although now I just wanted him
away from my home.  I signed one of those stupid little green cards and
handed it back to Mr.  Speedy in return for the morning -(TM)s mail.  He
tipped his cap politely.

    -œNow get on back to bed, Miss.  Hope you don -(TM)t have trouble
falling back to sleep. -

   Smiling weakly, I closed the door shut as he headed back to his truck.
This time, I made sure to turn the latch and lock the door.  The problem
was, there was no way now I was going to get any rest, as turned on as I
was!

   My fingers fidgeted with the hem of the T-shirt.  Maybe I should just
get some breakfast.  But I wasn -(TM)t feeling hungry.  I didn -(TM)t know
what to do with myself.  I started to wander around aimlessly, eventually
making my way back into the living room.  Earlier, I had been running back
and forth, but now I had time to exhilarate in the feeling of the carpet on
the soles of my bare feet.  The shirt was feeling awfully uncomfortable
again.  I did a quick surveillance out the window -- yes, it was still
looking like a beautiful day, and quiet, too.

   I pretended to act calmly, as though it was not me that was doing these
things.  They weren -(TM)t my arms reaching over my head to grab the fabric
at my back.  Not my hands clutching the material and pulling it off my body
and across my neck.  Those had to be someone else -(TM)s fingers curling up
the shirt, dropping it on the coffee table.  I think I secretly wished it
was somebody stripping me against my will.  But the end result was the
same. There I stood in the center of the room, once again, fully nude.

   I took some delicious deep breaths, letting my skin breath.  I strolled
over to the sofa and sat down, ever so conscious of the upholstery on my
nakedness.  Spreading my legs wide open, I let my steaming pussy breathe.
This felt so good!  I grabbed one of the small throw pillows on the couch,
velvety soft, and began to caress my body with it.  My nipples came alive,
electric from the touch.  I moaned, I whimpered -- I needed something to
make me cum.  Sliding off the sofa, my ass made contact with the carpet and
my hip bucked upward.  Oh, oh -- here comes the first wave!

   I placed the pillow between my legs, and began rubbing my pink parts
sensuously.  Oh, oh -- this felt really good!  I flopped over on my tummy,
careful to keep my soft companion snugly locked inside my thighs.  My pussy
rested squarely in the middle of the pillow as I now rubbed back and forth,
up and down, gyrating in a sexual rhythm.  The frayed edges tickled my
clit.

    -œFuck! - I shouted as I humped the throw-pillow, my juices flowing,
and came with one of the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced.A few
more convulsions of sheer pleasure, and it was over.  Breathing heavily, I
rolled onto my back, letting the pillow rest on my belly.  Sunlight
streaming through the window danced across my exposed body.  A guilty grin
lit my face.

   And then there was the ringing of the telephone.

   That startled me to a sitting position.  Who would be calling at this
hour of the morning?  At the second ring, I climbed to my feet, still
holding the pillow against me as though it were my only covering.  I made
my way back to the kitchen on shaking legs, and picked up the phone.

    -œErica? -

   It was my friend Alicia on the other end.  Dazed, I mumbled back, 
-œHello? -

    -œErica, you haven -(TM)t forgotten about today, have you?  You haven
-(TM)t forgotten about the school carwash fundraiser?  You were supposed to
meet me here fifteen minutes ago!  Did you just wake up -- what are you
wearing? -

    -œA pillow, - I replied truthfully.  I don -(TM)t know if Alicia
thought I was serious or kidding, or still half asleep.

    -œOh, perfect.  Well hurry up and get your ass down here!  If you bail
out on me, Erica, I -(TM)ll be very upset. -

    -œOK, don -(TM)t worry, - I said, now feeling a little more guilty.  
-œI -(TM)ll be over to the school right away. -

   Even as we hung up, I could tell Alicia was pissed.  I distractedly
tossed the pillow onto the kitchen table, then hurried off to the bathroom.
Definitely needed to take a quick shower before going anywhere.  The hot
water felt good on my skin, and I had to fight the urge to play with
myself. OK, maybe I pinched a nipple just once.  But I knew I was late and
didn -(TM)t have time to spare.  I can -(TM)t believe I had forgotten about
the carwash!  I quickly toweled off, then dashed down the hallway.

   It felt really nice out as soon as I stepped outside and closed the door
behind me.  The smell of freshly cut grass was wonderful, the fresh air was
invigorating.  A sprinkler sounded in the distance.  I looked down, and
almost fainted -- oh my gosh, I was still naked!  I had just walked out the
front of my house naked!  I covered my tits with one arm and placed the
other hand in front of my pussy as I gazed down the driveway and across the
front lawn.  Was anyone else outside?  Was anyone else looking?  Here I
was, a nude young girl on her doorstep, displayed for the entire
neighborhood.  I was mortified, but damn, I wanted to be seen!  A car sped
down the otherwise deserted street, but I -(TM)m not sure if they caught a
view of me.  I turned around and opened the door.  Thank goodness I hadn
-(TM)t locked myself out -- I think I would have had another orgasm right
on the spot!  I ducked inside to get dressed.

   ****

   I arrived at the school, the site of our weekend carwash, in a cute pink
and white short-sleeved shirt, jeans that I had rolled at the cuffs up to
my calves, and of course my sneakers and socks.  Thinking I must look a
little flustered, but none the worse for wear, I ran forward to greet my
friends

    -œWell here she is at last, - Alicia announced.  She was sporting
cut-off denim shorts and a T-shirt tied at her midriff, and she shook her
head disapprovingly as she eyed me up and down.   -œLittle Miss
Sleep-in-late and Skip out on the Fundraiser! -

    -œYeah, sorry about that, - I mumbled an apology.  For some reason, I
was suddenly very embarrassed, thinking about what I had been doing this
morning.  My cheeks burned.   -œI guess I lost track of the time. -

   Carrie, who was also wearing shorts and a bikini top, stepped over and
stroked the side of my flushed face.   -œYes, Erica, you really need to
learn to be more reliable.  Your friends count on you -- -

    -œI know -- I -(TM)m really sorry.  How -(TM)s business been so far? -


    -œShitty, - Alicia answered.   -œI don -(TM)t know what -(TM)s wrong
with these people, but it looks like we could use a little advertising. -

   Just then, blonde-headed Lisa loomed suddenly before the group.  She was
looking hot in her black sports bra and mini-skirt.  She didn -(TM)t appear
to be dressed to help out at the carwash.  While Alicia and Carrie were
dripping water from their arms and stomachs, mingled with soapsuds running
down their legs, Lisa certainly appeared to be quite dry.  Her hair was
perfect.

    -œI think little Erica needs to be punished. -

   Oh, I hated it when she called me Little Erica.  It made me feel like a
child, like I was the youngest in the group, even though we were all the
same age.  I thought maybe I should run, but a part of me was curious to
find out what humiliation I might be sentenced to.

    -œWhat do you have in mind, - Carrie asked, reading my unspoken
thoughts, and her eyes gleaming.

   Lisa tugged on her lip for a moment, giving the impression that she was
weighing some deep matter of profound importance to be considered.  When
she finally responded, she spoke with a harsh decisiveness that sent a
chill down my spine and a flutter of excitement in my tummy.

    -œWell -- Alicia did mention that we are desperate for better
advertising.  Frankly, I just don -(TM)t think that poster we have in the
front of the school entrance is cutting it.  I think we need a body to
parade up and down the street, drawing attention to our fundraiser.  Erica,
you are going to wear that poster -- -

   I gulped, nervous and afraid.  That request didn -(TM)t sound too bad,
but it would still be pretty humiliating.  Then Lisa grabbed my arm and
started to pull me toward the front of the school.

    -œCome on, little girl, we need to get that thing on you. -

   The four of us went together, with Lisa making the point to lead me
through the soapy puddles that had formed from the few cars washed earlier
in the day.  By the time we made it to the front of the building, my shoes
were drenched.  Distracted, I squished my toes inside their soggy socks,
and didn -(TM)t notice Alicia taking down the two large poster boards that
were used to promote the time and date of the carwash.  They also had the
name of our high school in big, bold letters.  Only when I looked up did I
hear Carrie tearing off two pieces of duct tape, that she then fixed on the
top of the signs, connecting the two.

    -œHere, Erica, let me and Alicia put this over your head - Carrie
suggested helpfully.  I just stood there dumbly, and allowed the cardboard
to be placed in front and behind me.  The duct tape straps rested easily on
my shoulders.  I could tell Lisa found the whole sight amusing as she
stifled her laughter.  God, this was embarrassing.

   Pitifully I turned toward Lisa, feeling I needed her permission and
asked,  -œCan I take off my shoes and socks? -

    -œSuit yourself, - she shrugged.

   Good, because there was no way I was going to march up and down the
street, squishing in my saturated sneakers!  Unfortunately, I found that I
had lost a considerable amount of maneuverability with the posters draped
over me.  I was about to attempt to remove the signs, when both Alicia and
Carrie knelt down at my feet and undid the laces.  With those off, I lifted
one leg at a time to allow them to each peel off the wet, clingy fabric. 
So there I stood on the school property -- barefoot and the poster board
effectively covering me from the top of my chest to my knees.  The jeans I
was wearing could of course be seen underneath.

    -œAll right, - Lisa snapped her fingers,  -œLet -(TM)s get you to
work. You -(TM)re going to walk the sidewalk in front of the school, both
directions.  Don -(TM)t move too fast, and make sure the oncoming traffic
gets a good look at the signs.  We need to bring in more customers, so don
-(TM)t disappoint me! -

   I swallowed a lump in my throat and nodded.  I could have sworn she
muttered  -œor else - under her breath.  But I didn -(TM)t want to try her
patience, lest things get worse.  So I quickly did as I was told, and moved
onto the sidewalk.

   The streets were pretty quiet for a Saturday, which probably had more to
do with the lack of cars pulling into the school fundraiser.  Still, cars
did pass as I moved my feet cautiously over the pavement.  One person
honked, but did not turn into the school parking lot.  I have to admit, I
felt ridiculous wearing these signs as though I was looking for a handout
or something!  But the warm concrete did feel nice on my bare soles. 
Pleasantly, I made my way down to one side of the street, the edge of the
school property, then I made an about face and began the walk back.  Again,
there was a honk, but no interested customers.  When I returned to where
Lisa and the girls were waiting, she had a dark frown on her face.

    -œThis isn -(TM)t working, - she declared.   -œYou must be doing it
wrong! -

    -œWhat -- what else am I supposed to do? - The very notion that there
was more skill required to this struck me as very odd.  Maybe I was hurt
that I had let down my friends, or I had displeased the overbearing Lisa.
Maybe I was secretly craving the reprimand.

   Alicia spun me around.   -œLook at us, Erica.  We -(TM)re all dressed in
hot little outfits.  Your jeans are just wrong with that sign! -

    -œI can try to roll them up more, - I offered weakly.

    -œWhat, is there a flood? - Carrie chided.   -œNo, silly girl, you
have to take them off. -

    -œHere? - I was beginning to panic, as I felt helpless and
outnumbered.  -œWe are right outside the school!  I can -(TM)t take off my
pants in public! -

    -œSure you can, - Alicia cooed.   -œYou have these signs covering your
back and front.  No one will see.  Besides, you owe us for not showing up
on time. -

   Lisa moved in close and tapped the front of the poster board.   -œThat
-(TM)s right, Erica.  You -(TM)re already in trouble.  Now take off your
pants. -

   Even as she commanded me, my fingers were fidgeting with the button
beneath the cardboard.  I could refuse, couldn -(TM)t I?  I mean, this
whole fundraiser was supposed to be voluntary.  But if I backed out now;
well, I didn -(TM)t know what would happen.  It must have come as a shock
to the girls, when just like that, the fabric of my jeans fell to the
ground.

   Carrie was soon in a crouching position to retrieve this article of
clothing.  She pulled them off my ankles and feet with little difficulty,
but paused to run a hand down my bare leg.

    -œNice shave, Erica -- smooth! -

    -œTh-thanks, - I stammered, as I was beginning to feel a little
turned-on.  I mean, I was standing out in the open, on school property,
wearing just a shirt and pair of panties -- and two slabs of cardboard.

   Lisa circled around me once, then stopped to stand at my side.  She
reached through the posters, and tugged on the fabric of my shirt.   -œYou
know, Alicia, I still think you can see some of this material over the top
of the sign. -

    -œI do believe you -(TM)re right, Lisa.  And it -(TM)s very
unattractive.  Maybe we should make her take it off. -

   My eyes went wide with fear.   -œYou can -(TM)t -- I can -(TM)t take off
my shirt! -

    -œExcuse me, - Lisa said with a glare.   -œI don -(TM)t think you are
in a position to tell us what we can or cannot do.  After all, Erica, you
were the one who was late this morning.  You should be grateful for the
opportunity to help the school! -

   Carrie snickered at that last remark.   -œSince when did you give a damn
about our school? -

    -œOh, shut-up. - Lisa snapped.  Then she turned her attention back
toward me.   -œAll right, let -(TM)s get the sign off you for a moment --
-

    -œBut Lisa, - I protested,  -œI -(TM)m only wearing my underwear! -

   Alicia, my friend, piped in with her usual perceptiveness.   -œWell,
that -(TM)s your own fault for not wearing sensible shorts today.  Anyway,
it doesn -(TM)t matter; this is a carwash -- they will look like bikini
bottoms. -

    -œJust like at the water park -- - I said with a shudder.

    -œYes, just like the water park! - Alicia clapped her hands
enthusiastically, and then proceeded to remove the cardboard posters.

   Carrie pointed and laughed,  -œOh, look how cute she is in her white
panties! -

    -œWell, let -(TM)s make it so those are all she has on, - Lisa
demanded.

    -œPlease let me keep my shirt -- I -(TM)ll be putting the sign right
back over me, so I don -(TM)t see why it matters. -

   Lisa remained unconvinced.   -œThat -(TM)s right, it doesn -(TM)t
matter. So quit wasting time, standing around in your little underwear, and
take off your shirt.  Because if I have to do it, I might rip the fabric --
and I won -(TM)t stop there! -

    -œBut -- but -- - I stammered.  I couldn -(TM)t bring myself to speak
another word.  I couldn -(TM)t say why I was so reluctant to take off my
shirt.  So I decided to show them.  Besides, what choice did I have? 
Looking around to make sure we weren -(TM)t drawing any spectators --Oh my
God, I can -(TM)t believe I -(TM)m standing in front of the school in broad
daylight, in just a pair of panties -- well, I would be in a second.

    -œOh, that -(TM)s right, she doesn -(TM)t often wear a bra! - Alicia
exclaimed as I pulled the shirt over my head and handed it to Carrie.  She
took the opportunity to flick my exposed nipples with her finger.

    -œPretty daring to be running around topless, - she chuckled,  -œwith
those tiny titties.  But your nips are so fun to play with, I -(TM)ll give
you that! -

   I can -(TM)t believe she just said that!  What was I, their plaything
for their amusement?  Still, my erect nipples were sticking out a full
inch, hard and aching.   -œCan I -- can I put the sign back on?  Someone --
someone might see me! -

    -œOK, don -(TM)t get all embarrassed, - Alicia said in consoling
tones. She lifted the two boards and draped them over my head, the straps
now resting on my bare shoulders.  I was acutely aware of the cardboard
brushing my bare back, grazing my sensitive nipples in front.

   I looked down at my legs and toes, stretched my arms out to either side.
From what wasn -(TM)t concealed beneath the sign, every inch of skin was
exposed.

    -œOh no, - I cried,  -œI look like I -(TM)m naked! -

   Lisa was again rubbing her chin in thought.   -œAn interesting
proposition, Erica.  I -(TM)ll tell you what.  You are long overdue to hit
the pavement again.  You are going to walk the street in that get-up just
like before.  But this time, if you don -(TM)t bring us in one customer, we
are going to take your panties too! -

    -œOh my! - I squealed, frightened by the very notion, but suddenly my
panties felt very damp.  Lisa gave me a shove in the back, and then there I
was, headed back down the sidewalk that crossed in front of our school.

   I wasn -(TM)t sure which way I should turn.  If I walked straight ahead,
my sides would be totally exposed.  Passing cars could see my nude legs and
the side of my breast.  But if I faced the road, then I guess oncoming
traffic would get the same view.  Plus, that would require me to walk by
sidestepping, and that was just too awkward.  So I resigned myself to
marching down the street as I had done before, one bare foot in front of
the other.  There was a lot more honking of horns this time, let me tell
you!

   But no one was turning into the school parking lot!  I didn -(TM)t
understand it.  Surely there were people who needed their car washed.  It
was a nice sunny day, and you couldn -(TM)t beat the five dollars we were
advertising for a donation.  Maybe people were just too busy to stop.  I
had made it all the way to the end of the curb that marked the edge of
school property.  Now I faced the daunting task of walking back -- and if I
didn -(TM)t bring in a single customer, Lisa was going to strip me of my
panties!

   I took my steps slowly, partly because I wasn -(TM)t wearing any shoes
or socks, and also so I could delay the inevitable.  Then, halfway down my
approach to the school, a gray Mitsubishi that had come from behind me
pulled into the school entrance!  Now I was really excited, that I was able
to prove Lisa wrong!  I quickened my pace to hurry down the sidewalk.  It
didn -(TM)t occur to me that I should be a little less enthusiastic, since
I was still only dressed in my underwear and two slabs of cardboard, and
nothing else.

   Slowing my steps before I walked onto the asphalt, I was dismayed to
suddenly see the gray car turning around.  The driver must have just pulled
in to make a U-turn!  I watched as he drove onto the opposite side of the
street, heading back the way he had come.  Damn, that was my only chance!
And now the three girls were moving toward me.

    -œPretty disappointing, Erica, - Lisa remarked.

   I thought about running, but it would be useless.  There was no place to
escape.  Alicia and Carrie took me by the arms, and led me back closer to
the school building.

    -œA deal -(TM)s a deal - Alicia said.   -œLet -(TM)s shed those undies
-- -

    -œI -- I don -(TM)t think I can -- I mean, it -(TM)s hard to move my
arms beneath these posters.  Please don -(TM)t make me take off the sign
first! -

   But Carrie came to my rescue, it would seem, as she knelt down and stuck
her head under the front sheet of cardboard.  I felt her hands grip the
sides of my panties and begin to pull downward.  Looking straight ahead, I
tried not to think how in a few seconds, she would be eyelevel with my
pussy.  She tugged my underwear all the way down my legs, and of course
when they reached my ankles, I obliged by stepping out of them.  I expected
Carrie to then stand up, waving around her trophy, the last shred of my
clothing.  But first she did something that nearly took my breath away.

   She stuck a finger in my bare slit!  I gasped, it felt good -- and then
just as quickly, Carrie was standing before us, smiling.

    -œI -(TM)d say Erica is ready to go. -

   Ready to cum is more like it!  Here I was, in the middle of the day,
standing before our school -- naked underneath the signs used to promote
the carwash fundraiser!  I had never been so embarrassed, or so turned-on.
I didn -(TM)t know what was going to happen next.

   Lisa moved close to me and lightly tapped the front of the poster board,
running her finger along the edge.  It only served to emphasize how nude
and vulnerable I was.  Especially how nude -- I felt my ass cheeks rub
against the cardboard.

    -œWell, Erica, it looks like you have two choices.  You can hit the
street one more time, with only these signs for covering.  But if you don
-(TM)t bring us a customer -- I guess the signs are no good anyway, and you
-(TM)ll have to loose them!

    -œOr, if you prefer, since you haven -(TM)t done any real work today --
you can wash my car, which I pulled around to the back lot.  It will be a
sort of private carwash.  What do you say? -

   I bit my lip as I considered these options.  Beneath the front poster, I
hid my arms from view and started rubbing my stomach.  I didn -(TM)t mean
to, but one of my hands reached lower and caressed my hairless vulva.  Oh
-- I couldn -(TM)t go back out on the street like this!  I mean, walking
down the sidewalk so completely naked except for two pieces of cardboard! I
might have an orgasm right on the side of the road.  And then, what if I
failed to attract any customers?  Lisa would probably run out and rip the
signs off my body.  My naked body -- and everyone would see all of me!

    -œI -- I -(TM)ll wash your car -- -

   I could see some of the girls were disappointed.  But Lisa only
answered,  -œAll right, but you had better do a good job.  Come on, we can
cut through the school -- it -(TM)s open for us. -

    -œBut wait, - I made a desperate plea to put an end to this torture. 
-œCan -(TM)t I have my clothes back? -

    -œWhy? - Lisa scoffed, already pulling me toward the doors.   -œYou
-(TM)re only going to get wet -- -

    -œI -(TM)d say she is pretty wet right now, - Carrie chimed in and
licked her finger.

   Before I knew it, we were all in the long hallway that bisected the
school.  Following this corridor would lead to another set of double doors
that opened out onto the back lot, the track circle and sports fields
beyond.  Hearing my bare feet slap across the tiles made me thankful that
it appeared the rest of the building was deserted.  Some small part of me
had the urge to tear off these confining signs, and streak the hallway. 
When would I ever have another chance like this?  Well, maybe if I was
alone.  As it was, the three girls continued to escort me toward my final
task.  Every now and then, Alicia and Carrie to either side of me, would
reach beneath the posters and tickle my ribs.  At least they kept their
fingers off my naughty parts --

   We exited the other side of the school in bright sunlight.  I had to
shade my eyes from the glare.  But Lisa, always a step ahead of the game,
already had on her sunglasses.  She quickly grabbed my shoulders and
directed me to the side of the building where her midnight blue Volkswagen
Beetle was parked.  There was a hose on the ground streaming water, a
bucket nearby with soap and towels and sponges.

    -œAll right, Erica, you can take off those signs now. -

    -œBut Lisa!  I don -(TM)t have any clothes on underneath these signs!
-

   Alicia only chuckled as she took one side of the posters.   -œWell, you
can -(TM)t very well wash a car wearing these!  Carrie -- give me hand,
please. -

   Carrie all too happily grabbed the other edge of cardboard, and together
they started to lift.  In the process, she remarked,  -œBesides, it -(TM)s
just us girls.  Not like we -(TM)re seeing anything we haven -(TM)t seen
before! -

   And just like that, the posters were over my head, discarded on the
ground.

   For a second, it actually felt good to have their weight off my body. 
But then it hit me in a wave of fear and excitement.  I was bare-assed nude
outside, in broad daylight, on public property!  First I covered my breasts
with both hands -- then I placed a quivering palm over my little pussy. 
This was Saturday.  If it were Monday, at this exact same time in this
exact same place, I would be in Gym class -- the whole class would see me
naked!  I wondered if they would find out; I wondered if the musk from my
horniness would linger over the weekend --

    -œEnough daydreaming, - Erica slapped my bare butt.   -œGrab the hose,
and get to work! -

   That simple direction got me moving, although I was moving barefoot over
the mix of gravel and blacktop, on trembling legs as I felt cool air on my
exposed privates.  I bent down, spread over the hose on the ground,
realizing that my lower lips were clearly visible from behind.  Pulling the
hose up, it grazed the inside of my thigh, and further -- brushed my labia
now engorged.  I nearly came right there.

   But I wasn -(TM)t ready to give in; not yet.  Turning the nozzle fully
open, I let loose a stream of cold water and started rinsing down Lisa
-(TM)s car.  Such a normal, pleasant Saturday afternoon activity -- except
for the fact I was totally nude in the back of my school!  I turned the
hose a little on myself, to see if it would help cool me down.  It didn
-(TM)t.

   Now that I was wet from my bare tits and stomach below, my shaved pussy
really glistened, the water mingling with my own natural juices.  I dropped
the hose and picked up a nice soapy sponge.  Starting from the side of the
car, I began to rub circles over the door panel.  When I cleaned off the
window, I could now see my reflection in the glass.  There I was, my naked
form staring back at me -- nipples oh so hard.  I took a step back to view
more of myself, and saw that my clitoris was poking out.  Oh, this was so
embarrassing!

   When I squatted down to wipe the tires clean, I heard whistles behind
me. I know this must have been a cute position, with the curves of my ass
fully on display.  Nevertheless, I managed to focus on my work, moving on
to the next tire --pausing to squeeze out the sponge --using the hose to
rinse off the dirty water.  I was feeling really slippery, though, and
every now and then when I had my back toward the group, I would slip a
finger into my slit!  I hoped they didn -(TM)t hear me moan over the sound
of running water.

   This continued as I made my way around the car and prepared to wash the
back window.  I -(TM)m not that tall, so I had to stretch all the way up on
my bare toes in order to reach the top of the window and roof.  With towels
now in both hands, I pressed myself against the rear of the Volkswagen.  My
breasts were flat against the glass as I rubbed lewd circles through the
soap.  At one point, my pussy made contact with the metal of the Volkswagen
symbol, and I started grinding my body against the hard chrome steel.  This
felt so wrong, but it also felt so good!

   So I worked my way to the other side of the Beetle, so hot and so
turned-on, I felt I would explode.  I was overcome with the crazy impulse
to lather up my ass real good, and I used my bare butt to rub down the
passenger door.  Of course, from this side of the car, I was only facing
the brick wall of the school building.  If I had thought of this earlier
and done the same routine, my admirers would have been treated to a full
frontal show.  But now I had reached such a level of excitement, I couldn
-(TM)t stop myself and I couldn -(TM)t resist the temptation of greater
exposure.

   Finally the only thing left to wash was the front of Lisa -(TM)s car.  I
knew every eye was on my backside and parted legs as I cleaned the
headlights and rinsed down the hood.  But now my friends were about to get
a real eyeful.  Again, I reached into the bucket of water with the sponge
and proceeded to apply a generous helping of soapsuds to my butt. 
Carefully, I climbed onto the hood of the car, scooting up until my back
was against the windshield.  My eyes were closed, as I licked my lips, but
I could just picture the look on their faces.  Tossing away the towels so
that it was only my body on the car, I started moving my ass all over the
wet surface.

   Now I had to spread my legs much further apart for my feet to gain a
hold, and there was no denying that Alicia, Carrie, and Lisa would see my
gaping clean shaved pussy.  It was so wet, and they would see my erect
clitoris -- I had to reach down with a hand and tickle my button.  Well,
that set me off at last!  I slid a little, but still maintaining position
on the hood, my finger began rubbing my clit furiously.  This was full
blown masturbation in public, I realized, and I used my other hand to
pinch, and pull, and rub my titties.  I spread my legs wide open and bucked
my hips as I felt the orgasm building, growing stronger and stronger.  Oh
my God, I suddenly thought -- I -(TM)m going to cum on Lisa -(TM)s car! 
Well there was nothing I could do to stop it now, I was so far over the
edge.  If she didn -(TM)t want me to cream her nice shiny automobile, she
-(TM)d have to pry me off with her own hands.  My hands were too busy
teasing my body and shamelessly playing with my pussy out in the open!

   With a scream of ecstasy, I came -- multiple times, feeling the juices
flow down my thighs.  I convulsed breathlessly on the hood for some more
minutes it seemed, before sliding my feet to the ground.  It was at the
sound of applause and whistling that I opened my eyes.  The sound was more
than just three girls standing close at hand.  I turned my head, and was
shocked to see a line of at least ten cars in the school -(TM)s back
parking lot -- their occupants out of their vehicles and cheering my
performance!

   What -- was this?  My mind raced as a flood of emotions poured through
my body: fear, humiliation, and utter arousal.  Where did these people come
from?  I was completely naked, and had just had a massive orgasm, in front
of what appeared to be at least twenty people!  Then my darting eyes caught
those stupid poster signs lying on the ground.  There was writing on them,
done in permanent marker, which was not there when I first put the
cardboard over my body.  The added writing announced in bold letters:

   SEE THIS GIRL BUFF CARS IN THE BUFF -- JUST TURN THE CORNER INTO THE
BACK ENTRANCE -- $5.00 SUGGESTED DONATION --

   So that was what I had been advertising up and down the street!  And
that was why no cars had pulled into the front entrance!  They had tricked
me again!  I was angry, but this was so embarrassing -- I couldn -(TM)t get
my mind to work.  I started to move in one direction, and then turned to
walk in another.  It dawned on me that I was still quite visible and
totally nude.  My heaving breasts and eraser-like nipples were still on
display, my bouncing bare behind, and of course my raw and pink little
cookie.

   There was no sign at all of my clothes, so finally I did the only thing
I could think of.  I ran straight toward the playing fields in the
distance. I just covered my tits with both hands, unconcerned about my ass
or pussy waving in the breeze, and ran away from the crowd.  I could still
hear them cheering behind me.  But the further I ran, the more distance I
put between myself and my audience, the closer I was heading in the
direction of my house.  I had to face it -- I was going to have to run home
naked!

   Well, let me just say that I did eventually make it.  And no, I didn
-(TM)t lock myself outside to be ogled by neighbors on the front steps.  I
went inside and immediately jumped into the shower.  But this time, I wasn
-(TM)t in a rush.  This time I allowed myself time to enjoy -- my -- self
--



   13 - Erica plays Hide and Seek by AMERICAN COWBOY

   This was going to be great, I thought to myself, as I pressed myself
against the large oak tree in Alicia -(TM)s backyard.  Finally, someone
else was going to be the victim of my friend -(TM)s little games.  For
once, it wouldn -(TM)t be me losing my clothes!

   Carrie, Lisa, and I were over Alicia -(TM)s house that afternoon.  We
were getting pretty bored, and Lisa suggested that we should play a game.
Well, more like she told us we were going to play a game, in her usual
bossy way.  She decided that we were going to play Hide-and Seek.  Now I
thought this sounded a little silly, for a group of seventeen
year-old-girls to be playing such a childish game on a summer afternoon. 
But since it was Lisa who came up with the idea, there of course was a
catch.  You see, one person was  -œit - and if she couldn -(TM)t tag
anyone before they made it back to  -œbase -, she would have to remove a
piece of clothing.  I guess it was sort of like Strip Hide and Seek.

   Well, we all took turns drawing cards for the highest number.  The
person who came out with the lowest card would start the game as  -œit -.
Turns out, Carrie was the one who picked a three of clubs!  So she started
counting to 100 in the kitchen, while the rest of us dispersed throughout
Alicia -(TM)s home and property.  Anywhere inside or outside was fair game
to hide.  But the tricky part was that Alicia -(TM)s eight-year-old cousin
and his friend, were also over the house today, down in the basement
playing video games.

   The thought of winding up naked, and maybe being seen by the boys got me
a little excited, I have to admit.  Still, I was pretty relieved it was
Carrie starting off the game.  Sure enough, after the first round, Lisa and
Alicia and I made it back to the kitchen table ( -œbase -) without Carrie
catching us.  She just laughed and kicked off her flip-flops.  The next
round, she would have to chase us in her bare feet!

   Well, the first time, I had chosen a hiding spot in the living room of
Alicia -(TM)s house.  I figured it would be easy enough to slip back into
the kitchen, once Carrie went seeking.  Now, however, I decided to be a
little more daring, and I ventured outside -- finding this nice big tree to
settle in behind.  I had a great view of the back door, so I could see when
Carrie took her search outside, and then I would make my way back to base.

   My thoughts started wandering to how the game might unfold.  I wondered
which item of clothing she would take off next -- her shirt or her shorts.
It would be funny to see Carrie in her underwear.  And if this kept up, and
she didn -(TM)t tag anyone, she would have to strip stark nude!  What a
nice reversal of fortunes that would be.  Closing my eyes, I imagined what
her naked breasts would look like, pictured her unclothed butt bouncing
around outside.  I felt myself grind against the tree a little.

   And then I felt pressure on my arm, my arm being squeezed.

    -œTag, - Carrie smiled at me.   -œYou -(TM)re it! -

   I can -(TM)t believe I let the girl sneak up on me!  I guess moving
around over the grass barefoot did have its advantages.  Or maybe I should
have been paying more attention.

    -œAll right, Erica, let -(TM)s go.  It -(TM)s back to the kitchen so
you can start counting.  Do you want to undress for me now, or wait for the
others? - This she added with another squeeze of my arm.

    -œI --I -(TM)ll wait until we get inside. -

   So we all gathered around the kitchen table once more.  Taking my cue
from Carrie, I decided I would remove my shoes first.  I sat down in the
chair and unlaced my sneakers.

   Lisa folded her arms across her chest and said,  -œShoes and socks, if
that is your first choice! -

    -œBut -- but, - I stammered,  -œThat would be two items of clothing!
-

    -œYes, I can count.  But it would only be fair to Carrie and the rest
of us.  Besides, each round, the person who is  -œit - has to reveal some
skin. -

    -œExactly, - Alicia chimed in.   -œSo Erica has to take off her socks
so we can all admire her pretty feet! -

    -œOh whatever, - I huffed as the three of them laughed at me.  I don
-(TM)t know how Carrie was able to kick off her footwear so casually, but
for me to peel off my shoes and socks -- it was so humiliating.  Finally I
stood back up, my jeans coming to just above my bare ankles.   -œYou guys
better run, because I -(TM)m starting to count now! -

   With that, the girls seemed to just vanish, each of them departing in a
different direction.  I hid my eyes, and made the requisite count to 100.

   Now after considering my options, I thought I had better check the
basement first.  This way I could be sure that area of the house was clear.
I definitely wanted to tag someone, and not go another round as  -œit -!
Opening the door, I proceeded to take the wooden steps that led downstairs.
It was a finished basement once you reached the carpeted floor below.  But
for now, I cringed a little at the feel of wood on my bare feet.

   I made a quick survey of the large playroom, the laundry room, and the
furnace room.  There was no one here but Alicia -(TM)s cousin and his
friend in front of the TV.  They didn -(TM)t even seem to notice me.  But I
think I stood a while too long thinking about where to look next, because
Jimmy turned to me with an annoyed expression.

    -œWill you get out of here!  You -(TM)re feet stink! -

   For the record, my feet do not stink.  He was just being an obnoxious
little boy, getting a chuckle out of his buddy.  Still, I took the hint,
and soon my toes were heading back upstairs.

   I made a pass through the living room with no sign of Alicia, Carrie, or
Lisa.  Thought about going outside, but figured I should clear the house
first.  So I happened to be on my way to one of the bathrooms, when I
walked by the kitchen again.  What did I see?  The three girls laughing and
sitting at the table!

    -œHey Erica, - Carrie called out.   -œNo luck this time; we all made
it back safe. -

   Alicia smiled as I entered the room.   -œYeah, what will it be next? 
Carrie and I think you -(TM)re pants, because you don -(TM)t want to expose
your bare titties! -

   I realized just then how quickly the stakes in this game escalated. 
Damn, I wish Lisa let me keep my socks!  But she was almost like my mother,
ordering me what I could or could not wear.  Now I really did have to make
a choice.  I didn -(TM)t want to take off my pants and risk my panties
being seen by Jimmy or his friend.  So I gave a sigh of distress, and
slowly pulled my T-shirt over my head.

    -œSee, I told you she was wearing a bra, - Lisa said quite smugly.  
-œAlthough I -(TM)m surprised they make one that small. -

   Carrie laughed and suggested,  -œMaybe it -(TM)s a training bra! -

   I self-consciously crossed my arms over my chest.

    -œOh, we -(TM)re sorry, Erica, - my friend Alicia purred.   -œYou know
we only tease you because we love you! -

   Lisa stood and walked behind me.  Of course she couldn -(TM)t resist
hooking a finger in the bra strap, and snapping it against my bare back.  
-œWell, time for you to count again!  But don -(TM)t worry, we -(TM)ll be
back soon -- while you are still looking for us in that wonder bra.  I
wonder what -(TM)s holding it up! -

   And with that rude statement, the three girls scurried off.  I then
realized they had gotten a head start, so I quickly made my count with my
eyes shut.  When I opened them, about to start my search, I was shocked to
see Jimmy staring at me from the refrigerator door.

    -œWhy are you standing there in just a bra? - he asked, confused.

   I faltered a bit before answering,  -œI -- um -- my shirt -- I spilt
something on my shirt.  Your cousin went to clean it -- and get me a new
one! -

   Oh God, this was so embarrassing!  An eight-year old boy was looking at
me in my bra!  But what was worse, I started thinking about the potential
for even greater humiliation.  I mean, if this had been a later round, I
might be standing her in only bra and panties -- and then he would see the
damp spot in front of my crotch!  Or even worse, a round later, I could be
topless and this soon-to-be fourth grader would get an eyeful of my bare
tits.  I had better catch one of the girls quick, because I didn -(TM)t
even want to consider the possibility of one of these boys finding me
without any clothes -- stark naked!

    -œYou -(TM)re a clumsy girl, - he mumbled with a shake of his head,
then proceeded to march back downstairs with his can of soda.

   I stood for a moment, as though in a trance.  At least he didn -(TM)t
seem to be even slightly curious.  And then I snapped back to reality.  I
had to find and tag one of my friends.  First, I had planned at going only
after Carrie, to make her continue her stripping.  But now I was getting
nervous, and any of the girls would do.  But where were they hiding this
time?

   Careful not to let anyone slip back into the kitchen, I searched Alicia
-(TM)s house one room at a time.  When none of the three showed up, I
understood that I would have to brave going outside.  And that meant being
outside in my bra!  Well, the backyard wouldn -(TM)t be too bad since there
was a lot of privacy.  So I decided to start there.

   Amazingly, the fresh air felt good on my bare arms and tummy.  I even
indulged myself to rub a few circles lightly around my belly button.  The
sun was warm on my back.  Maybe I should just get this over with and take
off all my clothes and chase down the girls au natural.  Maybe I should
just go back downstairs and give the boys a little show -- Oh my gosh, what
was I thinking!  My fear and arousal must be getting to me.  I had better
find someone to tag real soon.  Being  -œit - was making me horny!

   So I ran through the back yard in my bare feet, but found no one to
sneak up on.  I looked behind trees, in the tool shed, over by the hammock.
They definitely were not out here.  I guess I should head around the side
toward the front of the house.  But first, I cleverly thought, I would
check in the kitchen to be sure none of the girls had made it back to base.


   Opening the back door, my jaw dropped to see Carrie, Alicia, and Lisa
coolly drinking their water at the table.

    -œHow -- - I stuttered.

    -œYou -(TM)re not very good at this game, - Alicia laughed.

    -œSo what do we do with her when she loses all her clothes - Carrie
inquired with a gleam in her eye.

   This time, I found the strength to speak.   -œI have no intention of
losing my clothes!  I -(TM)m not going to be caught without a stitch by
that pervert cousin of yours! -

    -œHey, - Lisa poked a finger right between my breasts.   -œJimmy and
his friend are good boys, minding their own business.  You -(TM)re the one
running around half naked. -

    -œI am not half naked, - I pointed out, and immediately regretted my
tone of voice.

   Lisa approached me, putting one arm lovingly around my neck and
shoulder. She pulled me close and with her other hand, popped open the
button fly on my jeans.  She whispered chillingly,  -œYou will be, once you
drop your pants, Erica. -

   Where I might have protested and tried to draw out the inevitable, after
Lisa -(TM)s antics, I was left trembling.  My fingers picked up where hers
had left off, as I opened my pants wide and let them slide down my legs.  I
did as was expected of me, following the rules of the game, and stepped out
of denim material.  There I stood in Alicia -(TM)s kitchen, dressed only in
bra and panties.  And her cousin and his friend were just below us,
unsuspecting.  God, I hoped no one decides to hide in the basement!

    -œHere, this will give you some incentive to find us, - Carrie said as
she walked in front of me.  She slipped a hand down the front of my panties
like it was a perfectly natural thing to do.  Her fingers gently caressed
and tapped my pussy.   -œStill no fur! -

   I opened my eyes, nearly about to cum, and found that the girls were
already gone.  And damn, now I was really turned on.  Why did she have to
do that?  Well, this time, I made sure to count with my eyes open.  I wasn
-(TM)t about to let Jimmy or his friend wander in and see me in such a
state of undress.  But when I reached number 56, I heard the footsteps of
the boys on the basement stairs.  They were coming this way!

   Shit, I had to get out of here!  If they saw my drenched undies, they
would probably think I peed myself!  Besides, how would I explain the fact
that I was only wearing a bra and pair of panties.  I moved out into the
hallway just off the kitchen entrance.  I was out of sight, but could still
hear their voices.

    -œCome on, Jimmy, let -(TM)s go play upstairs -- -

   Great, now they would be heading in this direction!  I couldn -(TM)t
bear the thought of them seeing me in my underwear, so I did the only thing
I could think of.  I ran out the front door!

   So here I was out in front of Alicia -(TM)s house half naked.  She didn
-(TM)t live in a busy neighborhood, and it was pretty quiet this afternoon.
I walked in a slow crouch over the lawn, the feel of grass underneath and
between my toes, the pleasant breeze tickling all the bare flesh that was
exposed.  This was so hot!  But I really had to concentrate on finding one
of my friends.  And that was when I saw Carrie squatting behind one of the
bushes.

   She must have been just as surprised to see me, and probably none of
them thought I would dare to walk out into the front yard.  Her eyes went
wide for a second, and then she bolted from her hiding spot.  I immediately
gave chase.  Both of us ran barefoot around the side of the house, into the
backyard.  My bra was coming a little loose with the exertion, but my
panties were snug.  We continued the pursuit up to the tool shed, and that
was where I had her cornered.

   Well, maybe not exactly cornered.  She still had some room to maneuver,
but if she dodged the wrong way, I would tag her.

    -œWait, - Carrie called out, catching her breath.  I slowed my
approach.   -œI -(TM)ve got a deal for you -- -

   I stopped, suspicious.   -œWhy should I make a deal with you?  I -(TM)ve
got you trapped.  If you make a break for the back door, I -(TM)ll tag you
and you -(TM)ll be  -œit -! -

   Carrie shook her head,  -œMaybe -- maybe not.  I -(TM)ve got longer legs
than you.  I think I can beat you to the door, and then you will have to
forfeit another piece of clothing.  Which will it be, Erica -- bra or
panties? -

    -œNo way, Carrie, I -(TM)m not showing any more skin. -

   Carrie cautiously moved her hand to the handle and opened the shed door.
All the while keeping an eye on my every move.   -œAre you willing to take
that risk?  Listen to what I have in mind -- I will let you tag me, and
then I -(TM)ll be  -œit -.  But first you have to remove the last of your
clothes.  I just want to see you naked.  Then I -(TM)ll give you back your
underwear and you can tag me. -

   I paused considering.  She knew I was feeling horny.  If I just stripped
for her, I would be guaranteed of tagging her, and saved the embarrassment
of further exposure in front of Alicia, Lisa, or worse -- Jimmy and his
obnoxious little friend!

    -œCome on, - Carrie egged me on.   -œYou can do it inside the shed so
no one will see.  Except me of course! -

   She started to step aside, and I found my slender legs taking me closer
to the tool shed now opened invitingly.  It was the only way I could be
certain I would catch her.  So once I stood in the doorway with my back
turned toward Carrie, I slowly moved my hands to my back.  Unclasping the
bra by its hook, I let it fall forward.  Then I tossed it over my shoulder,
assuming it was caught by Carrie.  My panties, I gradually shimmied down my
hips and thighs, totally revealing my ass.  When they fell to the ground, I
left them there.

   I was now standing completely naked outside, in the shadows of the open
doors of Alicia -(TM)s dad -(TM)s tool shed.  Looking at all the hardware
hanging on the walls, the lawnmower parked against the back wall, made me
feel really sexy.  I started playing with my pussy.

    -œOK, Erica, - Carrie cooed,  -œturn around now. -

   I did what she asked, and she could see my erect nipples, my glistening
shaved snatch.  She asked me so sweetly to raise my hands.  This I did, but
only to cup my breasts and squeeze them.  My clitoris poked into view.

   Carrie was twirling my bra in her hand.   -œVery cute, Erica.  But you
know what -- I decided that I don -(TM)t want to be  -œit -! -

   And just like that, she turned and jogged all the way to the back door.
Deceived, I stood fully nude for a minute, before reaching down to pick up
my panties and pull them back on.  I took a step forward, and realized I
was still topless.

    -œCome on, Erica, you can still catch me! -

   My hands were covering my titties, rock hard nipples tickling the palms,
as I bounced over to a tree for covering.  I called out,  -œIs it safe? -

    -œSure, Alicia and Lisa are already at the table!  I -(TM)m you -(TM)re
only hope! -

   I moved closer and closer to the house, fearful that Jimmy might be
watching me from an upstairs window.  But then, the boys might also be back
in the kitchen or the living room -- they might see me when I make my
topless entrance.

    -œAre the boys around? -

   Carrie opened up the back door and slipped a leg inside.   -œNope, just
us girls! -

   Well, I started a final sprint, thinking I could catch her off guard. 
This of course left my breasts completely uncovered.  The wind sure did
feel good blowing past my overheated body!  I was just a few feet away from
her, when Carrie ducked all the way inside.  Stumbling into the kitchen, I
could only watch as she casually leaned back against the table where sat
the other two.

    -œNow look what you -(TM)ve done, - Alicia mocked me.   -œYou -(TM)re
about to lose the last item of covering you have! -

    -œNo! - I cried.   -œI was only supposed to remove my bra -- but
Carrie took it from me! -

    -œNo I didn -(TM)t, silly.  You gave it to me -- -

   Lisa put an end to the discussion, rendering her impartial verdict.  
-œThe way I see it, Erica, you are only to remove an item of clothing if
you fail to catch any of us.  Once we have all made it back to base.  It
-(TM)s not our fault you are taking off your clothes in the middle of the
round!  So right now, the only item left to take off are your panties. 
Ditch  -~em! -

    -œBut Lisa, I don -(TM)t want to be caught buck naked by Alicia -(TM)s
cousin or her cousin -(TM)s friend -- -

   Alicia shook her head,  -œWell, you should have though about that before
you decided to flash Carrie your nips! -

    -œBut --but -- -

    -œThat -(TM)s right, - Carrie cheered on,  -œLet -(TM)s see your butt.
And that pink little pussy, too -

   Defeated, I could only hook my thumbs in the waistband of my underwear
and start pulling them down.  Why does this always happen to me?  Before I
knew it, I was completely naked in front of my friends.  I crossed an arm
over my breasts to hide the erection of my nipples, and draped the other
hand over my crotch to prevent them from seeing my clit.  I know they could
smell how horny I was.

    -œLisa, - I asked with a pleading expression,  -œCan I -- oh, this is
so embarrassing -- can I cum? -

    -œNo, you may not! -

    -œWell can I at least cover myself with a towel or something? -

   Lisa stamped her foot impatiently.   -œNo, Erica, you will finish the
game bare-assed nude.  And you may not play with yourself at all during the
round.  If I find out you -(TM)ve been masturbating in the hallway closet,
it will be much worse for you!  Now close your eyes and count to a hundred!
-

    -œWhat if Jimmy walks in while I -(TM)m counting! -

    -œDon -(TM)t worry, - Alicia said,  -œJimmy and his friend are
harmless.  Now close your eyes -- -

   I tried one more time,  -œBut please, let me just look out for them --
-

    -œAll right, Erica, - Lisa commanded.   -œNow you are going to climb
on the table, and stand with your feet spread apart, your hands locked
behind your head.  And you are going to count to two hundred -- with your
eyes closed! -

   It felt strange standing with my bare feet on the polished wooden
surface of the kitchen table.  It -(TM)s amazing the sensations you feel
when you deprive yourself of sight.  I felt the softness of my brown hair
entwined with my fingers behind my head.  I was aroused knowing that was
the only hair on my body.  Even more so, knowing that it was a secret I
could never keep at this moment, with my smoothly shaved labia puffed out
and parted.  When I reached the count of 100, I could feel the juices
flowing down my naked leg.  At 150, I could feel my inch long nipples
quivering at such brash exposure.  I was sure the boys had entered the
kitchen and were now studying my body revealed in all its glory.  It took
every once of discipline not to slip a finger in my slit.  I counted two
hundred and opened my eyes --

   No one was there.  No sign of the girls, or of Jimmy and his friend.  I
was alone in the kitchen.  Naked as the day I was born, but alone.  Hopping
down from the table, the first thing I did was grab a hand towel and wipe
down the surface.  Then I dried my lower body as best I could, although I
moaned when the cloth brushed against my pussy.  But I didn -(TM)t want to
be leaking all over Alicia -(TM)s house!

   So now I had to go about finding one of my friends while avoiding
detection by two little boys.  I quickly poked my head out the back door. I
couldn -(TM)t find any evidence that they went in this direction, and I
wasn -(TM)t prepared to walk outside totally nude.  I figured I had best
make sure they were definitely not inside, before I try that adventure. 
There was no sound of Jimmy or his friend.  So gathering up my courage, I
gingerly stepped into the living room area.

   It was funny, and I had to laugh to myself.  Here, I was the one who
should be hiding, yet in this perverted game of Lisa -(TM)s, I was the one
that had to do all the seeking.  Wouldn -(TM)t it make more sense for
pursuers to try to find the naked girl?  Well, I shrugged my bare shoulders
and looked behind a couch.  There was no one else in this room.

   Likewise, I found no one in the den or the guest bedroom.  I searched
the bathroom, and thought this would be the best place to be caught
undressed.  After all, I could always say I was about to take a shower. 
But none of the girls were hiding in there, and I even paused for a minute,
daring the boys to encounter me like this.  If they found me naked in the
bathroom, they would be the ones who feeling guilty.  But if I bumped into
one of them, say, in the middle of the front lawn -- God that would be
humiliating!

   I continued my bare ass tour of the house by cautiously making my way
upstairs.  This was scary as the steps creaked under the weight of my naked
form.  I hoped I didn -(TM)t attract attention from the noise.  When I
peered into Alicia -(TM)s bedroom, I had to fight the urge to toss myself
on her bed and play with clit madly.  My goodness -- having an orgasm on
Alicia -(TM)s bed?  That would certainly draw some undue attention.  Well,
the feeling passed, sort of -- I was finally able to move my legs back down
the hall.  But even as I walked naked into her parents -(TM) room, I still
had the desire to cum.  But that was all I needed, to have Lisa pop out of
the wardrobe and find me masturbating against her wishes.  A quick look in
the wardrobe showed that Lisa wasn -(TM)t hiding there, but I still moved
on.

   There was the sound of voices coming from the last room down the hall.
Greatly daring, I pressed my body up against the closed door, turning my
head to get a better listen.  Jimmy and his friend were in there playing, I
guess.  And they were talking about me.

    -œJimmy, your cousin -(TM)s friend is nosy -- -

    -œI know, that Erica is always snooping around.  And she -(TM)s weird
too.  Before, I caught her in the kitchen with her shirt off! -

    -œMaybe she was hot? -

    -œI don -(TM)t know.  She said she had an accident.  Dumb, clumsy girl!
-

   The two boys shared a laugh at my expense, and for some reason I started
rubbing my pussy on the doorknob.  The humiliation was turning me on even
more, if that was possible!  I was so busted if they opened the door at
that moment.

    -œHey, Jimmy, did you hear something outside? -

    -œI think so -- it -(TM)s probably Erica snooping on us! -

    -œLet -(TM)s get her! - They gave a loud battle cry together.

   Thank goodness, I had the sense to turn and flee just as I felt the knob
turn beneath my clitoris.  I ran toward the staircase as I heard the door
opening behind me, and nearly leaped down the steps.

    -œI don -(TM)t think she put her shirt back on, Jimmy. -

   My heart was pounding as I continued to run, hand sliding along the
banister.  I heard their footsteps at the head of the stairs.

    -œDo you think she took off all her clothes?  Why would she be naked,
Jimmy? -

    -œMaybe she thought she could sneak up on us better, if she wasn -(TM)t
wearing anything -- -

   Oh my God, these boys think I -(TM)m some kind of naked spy or
something! This is so embarrassing -- I hope they didn -(TM)t really see me
-- maybe just my bare back.  I entered the kitchen, and for once, the girls
were not here.  Alicia, Carrie, and Lisa were still hiding.  Either
outside, or -- or they went downstairs!

    -œHey Erica, - Jimmy called from the living room.   -œStop bothering
us, or I -(TM)ll tell my cousin! -

   Damn, they were still coming after me, and they sounded pissed!  My
options were limited at this point as I stood by the kitchen table.  Out
the back door, or down the basement stairs.  I didn -(TM)t want to be
hiding nude in broad daylight, so I decided on the latter.  Down more steps
I bounded in my bare feet, but foolishly I forgot to close the cellar door
behind me.  Now they would know which way I went for sure!

    -œThis way, Jimmy, she went downstairs.  She better not touch my video
games! -

   As I reached the basement floor, I could see the TV and the console game
were still left on.  There were food bags and soda cans by the couch.  Not
a lot of good hiding places, come to think of it, so I jumped behind a
reclining seat just as the boys reached the end of the stairs.  And then
the lights went out.

   Great, I thought, my heart racing but rising with hope!  This was my
chance to escape.  It wasn -(TM)t far, but I was pretty sure I could run to
exit.  I could just make out the outline of the steps by the dim light of
the open door.  Standing up, about to streak past these little pests, I
moved one foot forward -- and then was hit by the light of a flash light
square in my face.

    -œAll right, spy!  Don -(TM)t move a muscle -- Jimmy, I got her! -

   With the back of my arm, I shielded my eyes from the light in my face.
Then the light moved, its beam slowly tracing its decent down my body like
the hands of a lover.  I could look down and see a spotlight on my stomach,
then on my bare pussy.  I just stood and watched as the white circle moved
lower, down my legs and came to rest on my feet.  Then it was up again,
darting to flash around my breasts -- then shining on my pussy, before
hitting me in the face to keep me off balance!

    -œTurn around, spy! -

   For some reason, I did as I was told.  Immediately, I saw light
streaming at either side of my hips, and I knew the boy had turned the
flashlight on my ass.

    -œYeah, Jimmy, I can see her butt!  I told you she wasn -(TM)t wearing
nothing! -

   Just when I thought this couldn -(TM)t get anymore embarrassing, the
lights suddenly flicked back on.  Frozen, I closed my eyes and heard Jimmy
come to stand next to his friend.  Now they had no need of the flashlight.
They could clearly see my bare shoulders, the curve of my spine -- the
crack of my butt and blushing cheeks; all of my legs and calf --I even
raised a foot on my toes, so they would see the bare sole.  I could feel
their eyes soaking it all in.

    -œTurn around, spy - Jimmy ordered.  For Alicia -(TM)s little cousin,
he sounded like he could come from Lisa -(TM)s family.

   I complied, unable to resist, due to the overwhelming humiliation and
excitement.  However, I did retain some modesty by striking a familiar pose
that concealed my breasts and pussy.

    -œHands at your side, - Jimmy barked.  Then he whispered to his
friend,  -œI saw them do this on a cop show! -

   With my arms dangling and hands resting lightly on the sides of my legs,
my greatest fears that day had been realized.  I was standing before these
two boys completely undressed, my private pink parts utterly on display. 
At least I kept my legs clenched together.

    -œWhy are you naked? - Jimmy began the interrogation.

   Flustered, I relied,  -œI -- I don -(TM)t know what you mean. -

   Jimmy shook his head disdainfully.   -œWhat a dumb girl!  Don -(TM)t you
realize that you -(TM)re not wearing any clothes? -

    -œAnd she looks funny, - his friend chimed in.   -œShe don -(TM)t have
anything down there! -

   I turned my head, mortified, knowing that they were talking about my
little pussy.  My legs parted ever so slightly.

    -œYeah, Erica, so why would you want to take off all your clothes? 
Aren -(TM)t you embarrassed? -

    -œYes! - I nearly screamed.  Then more softly I said,  -œYes, I am
embarrassed.  Can you let me go now? -

    -œWait, - Jimmy remained unconvinced.   -œWe think that you took off
your clothes so you could be more quiet to spy on us! -

    -œNo, - I shook my head vigorously, causing my perky titties to
bounce. I couldn -(TM)t believe I was trying to reason with the boy.   -œIt
-(TM)s not like that.  Your cousin -- my friends -- we were playing a game
-- -

   Jimmy -(TM)s friend was skeptical.   -œAnd the loser has to take off
their clothes? -

   I brushed the front of my foot behind my other leg -(TM)s calf in a
nervous fashion.  When I put it back on the floor, my thighs weren -(TM)t
locked as tightly.   -œYes, something like that.  And I kept losing -- -

   Jimmy laughed,  -œYou must be really bad at games, because now you
-(TM)re totally naked.  No one could be that bad!  But I -(TM)ll tell you
what, Erica.  We are going to make you play one of our video games.  If you
play really bad, then your story will check out, and we can let you go. -

    -œThis is ridiculous, - I cried.   -œI -(TM)m nude!  You should let me
put some clothes on -- -

   Jimmy and his friend stepped forward, and it was then that I realized
they were nearly as tall as me.  Unafraid, the boy roughly took my arm and
brought me to the couch.  I was told to sit comfortably, which meant with
my legs separated.  They now had an unobstructed view of my bald pussy. 
But they were more interested in setting up the game, thrusting the
controller into my grasp.  I settled in, the comfy couch feeling good on my
bare ass, and focused on the screen.  At that moment, I couldn -(TM)t
believe I was sitting in Alicia -(TM)s basement stark naked playing a video
game, her cousin and his friend to either side of me.  Yet it was all
completely harmless, as they were more interested in the cool graphics and
sound effects.  I was the only one who noticed my clit poking out.  So much
for nothing there, I thought to myself.

   Of course, I had no idea how to use the controllers.  I was too
distracted by my own nudity, and wondering what would happen if I actually
played with some skill and aroused their suspicions.  Would they claim I
truly was a spy -- what would they do to me, how would they punish me? 
Well, I wouldn -(TM)t find out because in a matter of seconds, I had lost
and the game was over.

   Jimmy yanked the joystick from me in disgust, unaware that the plastic
grazed my sensitive nipple, and the cord brushed my pussy lips.  A moan
escaped my mouth.

    -œYeah, you should groan!  That was horrible!  You must be the worst
game player in the world -- even for a girl!  No wonder you -(TM)re naked!
Now go on and get out of here. -

   I stood up and faced the boys, realizing too late that this put my
crotch eyelevel with Jimmy -(TM)s friend.  Ashamed, I still managed to ask,
 -œWell, have you seen your cousin and the others? -

    -œOutside, - Jimmy snarled, and I wasted no more time heading back
upstairs, giving them a parting view of my ass.

    -œYou -(TM)re right, Jimmy -- she does smell funny. -

   Back in the kitchen, I discovered that Alicia, Carrie, and Lisa were
still nowhere to be found.  Were we even still playing hide and seek?  So
far, I had done a lousy job at searching for my friends, and I was
certainly no good at hiding from the boys.  Maybe I should just give up and
finger myself to my heart -(TM)s consent.  I was just about to rest my
thumb on my clitoris, when I remembered Lisa -(TM)s warning.  Oh, this was
absolute torture!  Now I just wanted to find the girls, because maybe then
she would let me cum.  With this new resolve, I marched out the back door,
the sun beating down on my naked body.  I had the sudden impression of the
flashlight sweeping over my figure, back in the basement.

   I wandered around the backyard, looking behind trees and hammock swings.
I checked the tool shed, but they weren -(TM)t hiding in there.  Glancing
at the lawnmower, I wondered what it would be like to do Alicia -(TM)s
chores in the nude.  Well, no time for that now.  I closed the shed doors
and started to make my way around the side of the house, toward the front
yard.

   Yes, I should have been more concerned now about the diminishing privacy
and the increasing likelihood that I would be caught.  But truthfully, I
was so horny, that I just didn -(TM)t care.  I mean it -(TM)s not like I
was going to start running out in the middle of the road.  I kept to the
side of the house, made sure there was no traffic, and then dashed across
the lawn.  Again, the breeze felt so unbelievably good on my bare skin!  I
stopped before the driveway, and saw the three girls sitting on the front
stoop.  All three of them, pointing and laughing at me.  I began a naked
jog directly at them.

    -œHold on there, Lady Godiva, - Lisa brought me to a halt with the
palm of her hand.   -œLet me explain to you your choices right now.  We can
continue to play this game, and you are free to tag anyone of us right now.
But you have to remain as you are, and no touching yourself!  Or, if you
prefer, we can go find something else to do and let you -- find some
release. -

   Oh, thank you!  I nearly cried.  This was an easy choice.   -œCan I just
go inside and take care of that? -

   Lisa shook her head.   -œNo, Erica.  Your penalty for losing the game is
to cream yourself right here, on Alicia -(TM)s front lawn. -

   I bit my lip in frustration.  Or I could tag one of my friends and start
a new round with one of them as  -œit -.  But I would still be naked, and
I wouldn -(TM)t be allowed to cum.  I could hold out, couldn -(TM)t I?  And
I would show Jimmy and his friend that I didn -(TM)t lose all the time.  I
took a trembling step forward, reaching out to touch Carrie on the head.

   Maybe she was doing me a favor, or just trying to humiliate me some
more, I don -(TM)t know.  But as I leaned in close, Carrie took the
opportunity to blow gently on my sweet pussy.  That sent me over the edge.

   I took three steps backward and fell to the grass, the blades sensually
tickling my bottom.  My hands were running all over my body, squeezing and
massaging and pinching my nipples.  Then I used my fingers to spread wide
my pussy, thumb flicking my erect clit with devious pleasure.  Index and
middle finger were inserted -- thrusting deep -- bucking my hips -- Oh,
this was going to be a big one!  Juices squirted out in a gushing stream as
I came loud and long.

    -œMaybe we could use Erica to water your lawn, - Carrie and Alicia
laughed at my very wet orgasm.

   Lisa just looked down at my quivering body and then announced,  -œAll
right, who -(TM)s up for some ice-cream! -

   And as I lay in front of the house, spread-eagle, naked and prone, I saw
the girls pile into Lisa -(TM)s car.  The engine started.  Then the
passenger side door opened as Carrie stuck out her head.

    -œComing, Erica? -



   14 - Erica and the Blackout by AMERICAN COWBOY

   My parents were making me take a stupid driver -(TM)s safety class over
the summer.  Not that I needed extra driving lessons or anything like that.
I already learned how to drive in my friend Alicia -(TM)s car, and I was
saving up to buy a car of my own for this upcoming senior year of high
school.  But apparently, by taking this class, my parents got a deduction
on the insurance policy, so they were forcing me to attend.  I guess I was
considered high-risk.

   At least Carrie was also taking the same class, and she could keep me
company during these tedious four-hour long sessions.  They were held in a
downtown office building, scheduled on weekday nights from 6:00pm to
10:00pm.  Since it was summer vacation, no one minded us staying out late.
This particular evening was kind of hot and humid, and the teacher -(TM)s
lesson was more boring than usual.

   I had spent the entire day in my air-conditioned home, so I was dressed
perhaps a little too warm for the classroom.  I was wearing jeans and a
Coca-Cola T-shirt, and of course, my sneakers and white ankle socks. 
Carrie, sitting next to me, looked much more breezy in her cute little
skirt, silky flowing top, and flip-flops.  We had the back row of seats to
ourselves, with the other thirteen students who occupied the room seated in
front of us.  The instructor dispensed his speech about improper U-turns
and parallel parking with all the excitement of dry paint peeling, even
with the aid of a laptop presentation projected on a screen.

   We had just returned from our first break, about an hour and a half into
the class, when all of a sudden the fluorescent lighting flickered and went
out!  Well, at least this was something different.  I guess the rest of the
power went out too, because the teacher -(TM)s projector screen went blank,
and nothing blinked on his computer.  A few girls in the room screamed at
first, and some of the boys just laughed.  Some nervous minutes passed by,
with people grumbling,  -œwhat the hell? -

   Well, it looked like all the heat and excess use of air-conditioners
finally put a drain on the electricity in the neighborhood.

    -œThis is great, - I leaned over and said to Carrie in the darkness, 
-œthey -(TM)ll have to let us go home because of the blackout! -

   But no sooner had I gotten my hopes up, then the teacher appeared
brandishing a flashlight in front of his face.  He looked like he was about
to tell a ghost story.

    -œStudents, remain calm!  It -(TM)s just a little power outage in the
area.  I -(TM)ve been told that the electric company has already dispatched
technicians, and power will be restored in half an hour.  Now you are all
responsible young men and women, so if you will just stay seated, I will
see if I can find out more information. -

   Of course the class immediately returned to casual conversation, despite
the fact that we could not see one another.  No one seemed really freaked
out by the situation.  So we were all sitting in utter darkness, in the
lecture room of some dumpy old office building, with no promise of
electricity for at least thirty minutes.  It was no big deal.

    -œHey, Erica, - Carrie whispered to me.  She reached out to make
physical contact by touching my arm.  I could just make out a glint in her
hazel eyes.

    -œWhat? - I may have jumped a little, then said more calmly,  -œPretty
crazy, huh?  I can -(TM)t believe he -(TM)s making us stay here! -

   I heard my friend shift in her chair.   -œYeah, well -- I just had a
crazy idea. -

    -œOh? - I asked, feeling suddenly afraid and excited.  It was getting
rather warm in the room.  No fans were working, I supposed.

   In the surrounding blackness, I thought I could dimly see the white
teeth of Carrie -(TM)s smile.   -œHey, Erica -- I dare you to remove some
of your clothes! -

   I didn -(TM)t answer right away.  I couldn -(TM)t answer.  The very
thought, given spoken form by her words, sent a cool shiver down my spine.
There were fourteen other adolescents in this classroom.  True, the teacher
had left momentarily, but no telling when he would be back.  Although, he
did say the lights would be off for half an hour --

    -œCome on, Erica.  No one can see us at all.  Here; watch -- I -(TM)m
going to get up and stand on my chair! -

   There was the sound of metal legs scratching the surface of the floor. I
didn -(TM)t know what this was supposed to prove, but it did seem to
captivate me.  Maybe I could just make out Carrie -(TM)s form rising from
her seat, and then standing tall above me.  My eyes were probably growing a
little more adjusted to the dark.  I still couldn -(TM)t see the backs of
the heads of any of our fellow students.  And I was pretty sure they could
not see us.

   More shuffling next to me indicated that my friend had resumed a sitting
position.   -œSee, we could practically get away with anything right now! I
-(TM)ll tell you what -- I -(TM)m going to give you a full minute to decide
what to take off.  Go ahead, Erica, surprise me.  I want to see if you are
brave enough to do it! -

   I know I was now feeling really hot as the seconds passed by between us.
My arms were moving, but I was careful not to make too much noise.  The
other boys and girls might not be able to see us, but they might very
possibly hear us in the back and get curious.  My mind was racing, trying
to fight the urge to undress in the middle of class.  What if the lights
suddenly went on?  God that would be so embarrassing!  Uncomfortable, I
twisted and turned and wriggled in my chair like a worm on the end of a
fishhook.  Wondering all the while, how far should I go --

   Carrie -(TM)s hands slapped the top of her desk.  She was obviously not
too concerned with making noise.  But then she whispered,  -œOK, little
girl, time -(TM)s up!  Let -(TM)s see how you did for us! -

   She could barely contain the giggle in her voice.  For myself, I sat
completely still, frozen in place.  I really had no idea what she had in
mind.  Then I heard Carrie moving again, apparently leaving her own seat. I
felt her walk near me, crouching down before my feet.

    -œHmmm -- I feel Erica -(TM)s bare little tootsies! - she observed by
touch.  Her fingers gently massaged around and in between my toes.   -œI
guess this means you took off your shoes and socks. -

    -œStop, - I squirmed and had to suppress a giggle of my own, as Carrie
stroked the bottom of my naked foot.   -œI -(TM)m ticklish! -

    -œReally? - she said, taking both soles in her hands, rubbing down the
heel and ankle, back up to my toes.   -œThat -(TM)s good to know. -

   I pressed myself further back into the chair, as far as I could go. 
Because now Carrie had slowly run her hands up my lower legs --softly over
my calf and shins, forcing them apart.  It felt like ages that I endured
her inquisitive touch, wishing for her to stop.  Yet, I was also finding
great pleasure from the contact with my bare skin.

   Her hands came to rest on my knees after a couple of gentle squeezes.  I
think she looked up at me when she said,  -œYou weren -(TM)t wearing shorts
tonight!  I guess this means you took off your pants completely.  Oh,
Erica, I -(TM)m so proud of you! -

   My body flushed with delight hearing her praise, and also feeling a
thrill of excitement.  I wish I could have seen Carrie enjoying the
sensation of my slender legs, but I was gratified by her approval.  I was
also caught unawares when she reached out to take hold of my hands --
gently pulling me out of the chair.  I now stood barefoot in the back of
the classroom, and not wearing any pants.  Yet in the concealing blackness
brought on by the power outage, no one seemed to notice.

    -œI wonder what else you removed, - she coaxed most devilishly.  I
heard her flip-flops slap across the floor, emphasizing my own lack of
shoes or socks.  She had come to stand on the other side of me, peering at
me through the darkness.  Then, her hand extended and pressed against the
exposed flesh of my flat tummy.  Carrie rubbed my stomach a few times, even
stuck a finger in my belly button.  My legs trembled and I felt myself
getting damp.  The suspense of where she would place her hands next was
driving me mad!

   Like a thunderclap, she suddenly reached forward and gripped both my
shoulders.  Shoulders, Carrie found, that were quite bare.   -œWhy, Erica
-- you must have taken off your shirt!  I bet you feel a lot cooler now. 
But the question is, are you wearing a bra tonight? -

   I shook my head, no, my breath taken away knowing that she would soon
discover this for herself.  She was looking straight at me, I think,
because I could just make out the reflections of her eyes.  Also, I could
smell the sweet fragrance of her chewing-gum breath.  I could picture her
smiling at me.  Then I felt her fingers oh so slowly trace down from the
tips of my shoulders and down my arms.  We were standing toe to toe, but of
course Carrie is a bit taller than me.  She had no problem placing both her
palms beneath my neck, then making symmetrical circles downward to cup my
naked breasts.

    -œNo bra, - she breathed into my face.  And then Carrie began tugging
at my nipples, stretching them and flicking the one-inch protrusions
between her fingers.   -œI do believe I could play with these all day. -

    -œPlease, - I murmured.  But I don -(TM)t know if I meant please do or
please stop.  All I know is that Carrie took her sweet time convincing
herself that my little titties were completely out in the open.  She
continued to rub each of my hard nipples between her thumb and forefinger,
testing their pliability.  She used a middle finger to snap them up and
down repeatedly.  All she needed to do was bend her head down and suckle
them between her teeth -- but I was quickly brought out of that daydream.

    -œYou know, Erica, I suppose this only leaves one mystery.  Did you go
all the way?  Did you take off your little panties, and strip naked in back
of the class?  Are you totally nude, right now? -

   I was getting nervous, and whimpered,  -œCarrie, not so loud! - But
there was only the sound of the other students chattering, an occasional
cough, and the scrape of metal chair legs on the floor.

   My friend continued,  -œI could just reach behind you and give a quick
swat on the bottom.  What would my hand find -- cloth material, or the soft
skin of your bare ass! -

    -œDo it! - I begged her through clenched teeth to get this over with.

    -œOr maybe we should see if you are standing before me, full frontal,
- Carrie laughed.   -œThat seems like more fun -- -

   We were in fact standing very close at that moment.  I was pretty sure I
could make out the tip of her nose, her lips almost brushing my face.  She
placed one hand behind my head, fingers sliding through my own hair, while
the other started touching me again between my breasts.  Carrie slipped her
wandering hand further down, grazing my tummy, and tickling just beneath my
navel.  Her touch lingered on this part of my body for an agonizing few
moments, and then paused in her teasing.  Here we go!  I bit my lip and
closed my eyes, even though the room was completely dark.  I quivered --
and then I could feel her fingertips dancing lightly over the bare mound of
my vulva.

   She turned her hand effortlessly around, and brushed her knuckles
against my pussy.  She reached inside my inner thigh, as I parted my legs
to permit this exploration, and her fingers traced back up to the folds of
my pussy lips.  Carrie -(TM)s hand was now between my legs, and she cupped
my pussy entirely.  Then she found what she was looking for.  As if heeding
a command, my clitoris emerged -- I couldn -(TM)t help but push forward to
press the little man in the canoe against her palm.  Maneuvering her deft
fingers, she kept one thumb on top of my clit, while inserting two fingers
into my wet slit.

    -œCarrie, - I gasped,  -œYou -(TM)re going to make me cum! -

   This was so embarrassing!  Even though I said the words, I didn -(TM)t
release myself just yet.  What she was doing down there, was too unreal. 
She fingered and rubbed and teased, always tapping my poor swollen clit. 
Then rubbing it again in furious circles --

    -œAaaah, - I moaned, and I think I heard some chairs spinning around.
I was about to have an orgasm in the back of my driver -(TM)s safety class,
being masturbated by my friend!  This was so humiliating, and I loved it! 
-œI -(TM)m cumming -- -

   And then I felt Carrie -(TM)s mouth full on mine, her tongue darting
inside to tickle my own tongue.  She had taken the breath from me, and it
seemed all bodily functions stopped.

    -œDon -(TM)t cum yet, - She whispered.

    -œAll right, - I answered, feeling really weak, but able to hold back
the spasms.  I was hot, and horny, and wet; but I wasn -(TM)t about to let
loose.

   Carrie patted me on the cheek and asked absurdly,  -œYou are really
naked right now, aren -(TM)t you? -

   To this, I nodded my head, suddenly ashamed.

    -œSay it to me, Erica. - Her bossing me around wasn -(TM)t like Lisa.
It was more soothing and gentle.  She coaxed the confession from me.

    -œI am so naked right now, Carrie -- -

    -œHow naked, - She continued to press.

    -œCompletely naked.  I took off all my clothes, Carrie -- everything I
was wearing.  I stripped naked in the back of the room.  First I kicked off
my shoes, and then I quickly pulled a sock off each foot.  I popped open my
jeans, and slid them and my panties down my legs together.  Bottomless in
the chair, I rubbed my ass on the seat and delighted in the air on my bare
pussy.  I then pulled my T-shirt over my head and threw it on the floor.  I
wasn -(TM)t wearing a bra.  And now I am so nude.  My butt is totally bare,
my titties are free, there is nothing hiding my pussy at all.  If the
lights weren -(TM)t out, you could see every inch of me -- even my secret
pink parts! -

    -œGood, - Carrie replied, satisfied at last.  I think she smiled.  
-œBut I want to see you naked.  Let -(TM)s sneak out of class -- -

   My heart skipped a beat.   -œWhat?  Are you crazy?  We -(TM)ll get in
trouble -- I can -(TM)t go anywhere like this -- -

    -œLike what? - my friend teased me.

    -œLike this, - I spread my arms, but that was a silly thing to do
since the room was dark.

    -œI can -(TM)t see you, Erica.  Nobody else can either.  No one will
see that you aren -(TM)t wearing any clothes! -

   I didn -(TM)t know what to say.  I could only stammer,  -œBut -- but --
-

   Carrie reached out and found my hand.  She started leading me, groping
through the darkness, to the side wall of the room.   -œCome on, this will
be fun! -

   So what could I do?  I followed in step behind her.  My friend must have
eyes like a cat, because she seemed to know exactly how far to walk.  I
could feel her turn, now facing the front of the room, and I sensed the
plastered wall near my bare shoulder.  Slowly, we moved forward -- well,
Carrie moved with confidence.  I more accurately shuffled ahead inch by
inch, dragging my feet with nothing on them.  Of course, I had to keep
pace, my arm being pulled by a stronger girl.

   Apparently no one was paying any attention to us, or even suspected that
we were making an exit.  But all of a sudden, I heard a chair in the front
row slide a little, and the boy sitting there exclaimed he had to go to the
bathroom!  I heard his footsteps drawing near us -- thankfully, Carrie
pressed back against the wall.  My bare ass cheeks made contact with the
cool plaster.  As he approached the doorway, the boy must have passed
within an inch of my naked form.

   And then I thought, what if therewere lights on outside the classroom?
When the door opened, I would be totally revealed!  Or at least, the
silhouette of my unclothed figure.  I held my breath, listening to this guy
fumble for the doorknob.  Squeezing Carrie -(TM)s hand, I peered through
the darkness and watched as the door swung out -- only leading to more
darkness beyond.  We waited for a few moments for the student to get his
bearings and grope his way to the bathroom down the hall.  And then, just
like that, my friend was tugging me forward again, through the open door.

   We progressed several yards in the opposite direction before I had to
stop walking, my bare legs trembling.

    -œCarrie, I don -(TM)t think I can do this!  Can -(TM)t we just hurry
back to our seats and wait for the lights to go on? -

   A flip of her strawberry-blonde hair in my face, told me she shook her
head.   -œNo, Erica, that wouldn -(TM)t be any fun.  I -(TM)m going to let
go of your hand now.  Will you be all right?  Are you going to follow
along, or do I have to drag you by your clitoris! -

   Oh my gosh, what a terribly wicked thing for her to say!  I could almost
picture Carrie reaching down her arm, taking the small nub of my clit
between her thumb and forefinger --then marching me through the hallway. 
How humiliating!  Truth be told, even as I had this mental image, my clit
poked out fully erect and capable of being grasped.

    -œOK, then -- I -(TM)ll come with you.  But where are we going? -

    -œNot sure.  But this way seems as good as any.  Besides what could be
more exciting than exploring a pitch black office building with a buck
naked Erica! -

   Well, I have to admit, it was pretty exciting.  But I wish she didn
-(TM)t have to announce so loudly that I was nude!  We might run into
somebody.  And then I had a frightening thought.

    -œCarrie, all my clothes are back in the room!  If one of the students
finds them, they will know that I took off all my clothes! -

   My friend laughed in the darkness.   -œOh, Erica, do you really think
people were paying attention to how you were dressed?  Still, it would be
pretty funny to discover a pile of discarded clothes in the back of the
class.  Let -(TM)s see, they would find a pair of sneakers and socks, a
T-shirt, a pair of jeans, and someone -(TM)s panties -- -

   She must have known the effect of these words, ticking off every single
item that I had previously been wearing, and now I most definitely was not.
I felt my nipples grow long and hard.  A nervous step forward had me
bumping into Carrie -(TM)s back, the hem of her skirt brushing my upper
thighs and pussy.

    -œCareful, Erica -- I don -(TM)t want you to trip. -

   And then a man -(TM)s voice called,  -œIs somebody out there? -

   Oh my gosh, we were just passed in the hallway!  I self-consciously
covered myself with my arms and held my legs together tight.  I tried not
to make a sound.

   Of course, Carrie had to answer,  -œSorry, sir, we just had to use the
ladies room.  I think we can find it all right. -

    -œWe? - the man said.  From the sound of his voice, he could have been
maybe three feet away from my nude body.

    -œYes, my friend Erica came with me.  We thought it would be safer that
way.  Say hi, Erica! -

   I wiggled my toes on the cold floor, and kept both my hands clamped over
my shaved vulva.   -œUm -- hi, I -(TM)m Erica. - I can -(TM)t believe I
was standing here, talking to this man, and I was completely naked! 
Finally he seemed satisfied, and mentioned before leaving us,  -œThat was
very smart of you to accompany your friend, Erica.  You -(TM)re a good
girl. -

   His footsteps fading in the distance, suddenly Carrie slapped my bare
butt.  But then her hand turned more soothing as it rubbed and massaged the
cheek.

    -œYou did great, Erica!  See -- no problem.  Let -(TM)s find out what
-(TM)s this way! -

   I was briefly stunned to hear her flip-flops slapping down the hall,
away from me, leaving me stark naked in the darkness.  But I quickly
regained my senses, and chased after my clothed friend.  This was the first
time I had moved with any real exertion, and my little titties bounced
free. In no time, I had reached Carrie -(TM)s side, standing before an open
door like a black void in the surrounding blackness.  There was a slight
breeze coming from this passage.  She fumbled out an arm to reach behind
her, and rested her hand on my tummy.  Just a little lower, and those
fingers would have been tickling my slit!

    -œLooks like this is a stairwell! - Carrie said.   -œLet -(TM)s see
how far up these stairs climb.  But this time, Erica, I want you to lead.
-

    -œBut -- I won -(TM)t know where I -(TM)m going.  And I could bump into
a person walking down the stairs --and I don -(TM)t have a thing on! -

   Carrie laughed mischievously,  -œAnd with me behind you -- oooh, a naked
Erica sandwich! -She then playfully tickled my abdomen.   -œCome on, do it
for me! -

    -œOK -- OK -- - I puffed between spurts of laughter.  It was all I
could do to resist the urge to take her hands and place them on my breasts!
Instead, I slowly moved in front of her, my bare leg brushing against her
body.

   There was a railing to one side, and this I quickly found and gripped
tight.  My toes also quickly found the ascending steps and I began to lift
my legs.  The first flight ended on a landing, it seemed, then made a turn
before continuing upward.  Behind me, Carrie suggested that we climb
higher. It was halfway up the next flight that I realized, if the lights
were turned on, she would have a really intimate view of my naked backside.
I mean, the way I had to carefully lift one leg at a time to find the
steps, totally exposed my little puckered anus and lower lips.  I truly had
nothing to hide, and now I was leaving a trail of my own juices on the
stairs.

   We made our ascent all the way to the very top landing.  Here, my hands
came to lean against the metal bar of some kind of security door. 
Unknowingly, Carrie walked right into me, letting her body nestle against
mine -- her fingers coming to rest on my nude hips.

   She leaned in close and whispered,  -œDoes it open?  Let -(TM)s see
where it leads. -

   My friend and I opened the large door together, although she had to
press forward causing her breasts through her shirt to squish against the
bare skin of my back.  Carrie -(TM)s knee of course was also bare, and I
was aware of it pushing into my inner thigh.  If only she would forget the
door, and lower her hands to start toying my pussy -- wait, what was I
thinking?  Suddenly, the weight of the door shifted and we tumbled forward.


   I caught myself from falling, although I did take more than a couple
ungraceful steps forward.  And then I found myself out in the open air,
outside on the roof of the building!  Oh no, and I was totally nude!  I
draped an arm over my titties and clutched my hairless pubic mound, turning
around to see Carrie walking in my direction to join me.  Her eyes drank in
my unclothed body.

    -œSo, Erica, I guess you really did take off your clothes! -

    -œYou knew I did -- didn -(TM)t you? - I mean, she had run her hands
over practically every inch of skin that I was showing.  Even the inch that
now pulsed beneath my quivering palm.  Looking around, I saw the sun was
setting, though it was not completely dark.  The moon was in the sky and
the first stars were out.  There was no doubt Carrie could see all of me
right now.  Well, almost all of me --

    -œOh for heaven -(TM)s sake, Erica, put your arms down! -

   Hearing her chide me like a little girl made me remove my hands at once.
This then had the effect of exposing my clean shaved pussy and small-sized
breasts, which I thought made me look like a little girl.  But I felt like
a really horny young woman, with the coolness of the night air on my naked
body.

   I watched Carrie walk to the edge of the roof.  There was a brick ledge
about waist high winding around the sides of the building, so it -(TM)s not
like we were going to fall off.  Casually, my bare feet stepping lightly
over the gravelly surface, I strolled along next to my friend.  It was
weird to see the other buildings across the street, also with their lights
out.  And the street lamps below, normally would have been shining on by
now.  I guess the power was out for several blocks.  A quick look again
over the ledge of the building, and I saw there were some people down on
the sidewalk, talking on their cell phones.

    -œOh my gosh, Carrie -- do you think anyone can see us up here -- do
you think they can see me? -

   While I looked around fretfully, I still had everything (especially my
labia) hanging out in the open.  Carrie continued to admire the lightless
skyline, in between enjoying the show I was giving her.  I noticed her gaze
embrace me from head to toe, only to linger on my nether regions, and I had
an impulsive idea.

   Testing her, I asked,  -œWouldn -(TM)t it be wild if I masturbated for
you on top of the roof, with those people so close, on the streets below!
-

    -œMaybe, - she answered, but only shrugged her shoulders.  I had
secretly hoped she would move nearer and bring me off.

    -œWell -- - I was a little disappointed and feeling embarrassed by my
arousal.  My pussy was so wet, and my clit was almost standing up!  
-œWell, how about you join me.  Take off your clothes, too, Carrie. -

   She was a girl of five-foot six, which seemed to tower over my frame,
and full-figured.  Not unattractive at all, Carrie had very curvy breasts
and a nice round ass.  At least, I think she did.  I have seen her in a
swimsuit, and she had clear, fair skin.  Her features were topped off by
long, strawberry-blonde hair done up in clips tonight, and a smattering of
freckles across her nose.  I -(TM)ve always wondered if her hair below was
the same color.  As I started fingering myself, I realized how much I
wanted to see Carrie naked!  Then to my delight, she started teasing and
playing with her little skirt -- flipping it up and down, giving me peeks
of her pink panties beneath.

   Her hands moved to the white string that held her top closed, and this
too she started to twine around her finger, while doing a little dance. 
She lifted a leg off the ground, leaving the flip-flop behind, and I was
moaning at the sight of her bare foot.  Returning beneath the play of her
skirt, her hands slipped into the sides of her panties, pretending to slide
them down -- then back up again.  Carrie was driving me crazy!  I wish she
would just get undressed!

   Amazed, I watched as she stepped out of the other flip-flop, then walked
back toward the door that led down into the office building.  What was she
doing, I gasped aloud.  I could hardly concentrate as I spread open my pink
lips.  Carrie disappeared behind the door.  At that moment, I was left
alone on the rooftop -- alone, and completely naked, and really horny, too!
A minute passed, and I saw Carrie stick out her bare arm -- Oh, she had
gone back there to remove her top!  I was getting wetter by the minute. 
Then, the arm disappeared, only to be followed by Carrie -(TM)s leg.  I saw
her foot turn, toes wiggling at me, and my eyes roamed up her naked calf
and knee, all the way up to her thigh!

    -œCarrie! - I couldn -(TM)t contain myself any longer, and started to
run toward the door.   -œCarrie, are you naked like me? -

   As I approached the top step, the door swung outward and she answered, 
-œNo, Erica, not like you -- -

   My heart sunk to see she was standing there, yes in her bare feet, but
still wearing her skirt and top, and underwear for that matter.  Suddenly,
I was very conscious of my own nudity, even as our toes touched.   -œBut,
Carrie, why?  Why don -(TM)t you strip for me? -

   In reply, she only pointed.  I turned completely around, giving her full
view of my naked rear.  To my shock, I saw that the lights had come on in
the building across the street!  That must have just happened, I hoped, or
else I could have been totally seen up here --

   Carrie only laughed as she ran a finger between the crack of my butt,
which caused me to spin around.   -œPower -(TM)s back on. -

    -œOh no, - I cried,  -œnow what?  Class is going to resume -- -

   Pinching my aching nipples, she told me,  -œWell, I -(TM)m not going to
miss the class.  If I skip out completely, my mom will kill me.  But don
-(TM)t worry, Erica, I -(TM)ll cover for you.  I -(TM)ll tell the teacher
you got sick or something -- -

    -œBut what am I supposed to do now! - I nearly danced on my toes in
desperation, my tits breaking free from her fingers.

   Carrie folded her arms across her chest, pondering the situation.  Then
her whole face lit up.   -œOK, here -(TM)s what we -(TM)ll do!  If you can
stay naked for the rest of the evening --and if you can make it downstairs
to my car when class lets out -- then we will drive back to my house, and I
-(TM)ll give you a surprise. -

    -œBut, Carrie, I just want to cum right now!  Don -(TM)t make me spend
all night in the nude! -

   She only smiled at me and said,  -œTwo words, Erica -- full frontal! -

   I hung my head, but gradually brought my hands away from my privates.  I
could see how flushed my skin was, and that my vulva was bright pink and
puffed out.  Still, I managed to squeak,  -œAll right -- I -(TM)ll do it.
-

    -œSqueal! - Carrie voiced her excitement, and furthermore gave me a
peck on the cheek as she passed by me to retrieve and put back on her
flip-flops.  Now I felt really naked.  My friend was completely dressed,
and here I was covered by nothing!  Returning to the stairwell, she paused
to fondle my ass.   -œBe a good girl, Erica! -

   Oh, oh, I moaned, then watched as Carrie bounced down the now well-lit
stairs.  Staying where I was, I hid behind the door.  Nothing left to do,
but wait it out, I supposed.  The metal bar was feeling nice against my
lower back.  Wondering what the time was, I absentmindedly looked at my
wrist.  Of course, I wasn -(TM)t wearing a watch.  For that matter, I didn
-(TM)t have any jewelry either -- no rings, or earrings, or even a
necklace. Except for my eyebrows and the hair on top of my head, I was all
bare skin.  Still, I figured it would be another couple of hours before the
driver -(TM)s safety class ended

   Then I realized that I had to pee.  Maybe it was all the excitement, or
perhaps the soda I drank before leaving my house.  It occurred to me, that
I could just do my business out here on the roof, and nobody would ever
know.  Actually, that thought got me pretty hot and I walked slowly out of
the doorway.  I pictured my naked body posed with legs spread apart,
letting loose a warm golden stream.  But then I would have nothing to wipe
myself with, and that was too gross.  So I resigned myself to heading back
inside the building to find a ladies room.

   Down the stairs I started, although I was really afraid of being caught
in this kind of position.  I didn -(TM)t know who else was working here. 
But I found the courage to open the door on the first landing that I
reached.  It did seem pretty quiet.  Besides, I guess most people went home
after 5:00pm.  The door opened just as quietly, and I peered into an empty
hallway.  Cautiously, I moved ahead, my bare feet finding that the corridor
was carpeted.  Very nice.  Looked like there were other doors along the
wall that probably opened into offices.  It was a lot more corporate up
here than on the first level where we had the class, which looked like it
was being renovated.  I reasoned that a fancy floor like this must have a
bathroom somewhere for these executives to use!

   I proceeded to walk bare-ass naked, passing offices to my left and
right. With the lights off inside those rooms, I could see myself in the
glossy black reflection of the windows.  Yes, my nipples were still
sticking out like eraser heads -- and my little pussy looked like a flower
ready to bloom.  Or ready to be plucked.  I ran a hand over my smooth
stomach, then continued to move down the hall.

   Just in time, I caught myself before walking by a room with an open
doorway and the lights were on!  Even worse, I could hear a man -(TM)s
voice coming from inside.  But just a little further past this office,
appeared to be a pair of doors with the markings of a lavatory.  Standing
there as silent as I could, I listened, but there was no other voice.  He
must be talking on the phone.  If his back was to the door, I was certain I
could dash down the hall and make it to the safety of the women -(TM)s
bathroom.  Or maybe I could just excuse myself, and appear before him --
showing the man my cute seventeen-year-old body, with my bare breasts and
shaved slit, and say I just needed to take a piss.  Oh my, what was going
on inside my mind!  Before I even could consider that wild notion, I
covered my tits and pussy and slipped passed the office.

   It didn -(TM)t seem like he saw me, because he continued his phone call
without missing a beat.  Although a part of me felt a twinge of regret, I
still heaved a sigh of relief.  Upon reaching the door to the ladies room,
I found it was open, and slowly stepped inside.  My good fortune was
lasting, as the stalls were apparently empty.  Still, the opportunity would
not be missed to catch the view of myself in the ceiling high mirrors at
the wash sinks.  Under the bright lights of the public restroom, my nudity
was revealed in all its glory.  I turned a little to admire my ass.  Now, I
-(TM)m always embarrassed about my tits, which I think are too small,
except they have these really long nipples -- especially when I was horny,
like I was now.  But I think my ass is one of my better parts, really tight
and nicely shaped.  My legs are nice too, I guess, but I could not see all
of them in the mirrors.  My crotch, however, I could see fully by stepping
back.  Without the sparse hair that used to grow there above my mound, I
think it is pretty cute too.  Yes, I decided, my butt and my pussy are my
best features!

   Then I realized that I still had to pee.  I scurried over to the first
vacant stall, and sat naked on the toilet.  That was kind of awkward, but
it did feel good to empty my bladder.  As I patted myself down with the
sanitary paper, I was feeling really good -- and thought about playing with
my clitoris.  But I remembered the promise Carrie made, and I had made a
promise to myself not to cum until I saw her completely undressed.  So I
finished and flushed, and rinsed my hands.  I also washed my face and wiped
down the inside of my thighs, before heading once more back into the
hallway.

   This, I did a little too abruptly, and I had to keep from loosing my
senses.  After all, I was still the only person around here who was
completely undressed, and knew that there was at least one other man on
this floor.  The corridor was empty, but I had to be more careful.  Any
moment, he could close down for the night and exit his office -- to find me
standing there with everything exposed!  Listening right at the edge of his
door, I heard him still on the phone.  I thought about just bolting down
the hall toward the stairs, but the pitter-patter of my bare feet might
make too much noise.  So once again, I clutched my naughty parts, and
slinked past the office.

   I was home free, I thought, when I heard the man say,  -œYou -(TM)re not
going to believe this, Bob -- but I think a naked girl just ran by my
office! -

   Oh, how humiliating!  Now I streaked the rest of the way to the stairs,
and closed the door behind me.

    -œNo, she -(TM)s gone now.  Yeah, there -(TM)s a bunch of high school
kids taking a Driver -(TM)s Ed class downstairs.  Must have been a prank or
a dare.  Cute, though -- nice tail. -

   My heart was racing as I ran down the steps.  I didn -(TM)t know if the
man was going to follow after me, or report my presence to the rest of the
building.  The class would find out and they would know that little Erica
was running around with her clothes off!  Maybe the teacher would force me
to take the remainder of these summer sessions in the nude!  Then I caught
my breath as I headed down the last flight.  This was getting ridiculous. I
clearly couldn -(TM)t hang around this place in my current state of
undress. I might as well just leave and find Carrie -(TM)s car.  Then I
could hide out and wait for her there.

   The exit to the back parking lot was on the ground floor.  I made my way
past more rooms, turning around now and then, expecting to find staring
eyes upon me.  I walked past restrooms, a snack machine, and the security
office, finally reaching the door that led outside.  It would be dark out,
but not pitch black.  Not like during the blackout.  I stuck my head beyond
the door, and checked that it was clear.  Good, the lot was deserted.  Now
I gingerly lifted one bare leg out the exit, then the rest of my bare body
followed.

   Well, I realized at once that with the streetlights glowing fiercely, it
was rather well-lit out here.  At least that would make it easy to find
Carrie -(TM)s car.  She drove a cute two-door Saturn.  Now that the memory
of my little scare upstairs was beginning to fade, it did feel kind of good
walking around naked.  I was starting to feel hot and sexy again as I
walked between the parking spaces.  Sometimes I would run my hand along the
side of a nice-looking car, or rub my body against a side-view mirror.  I
wondered what the boys in the class would think if they knew their cars
were being touched by nude female skin!  Then I found the one that belonged
to Carrie.

   Hurrying around to the passenger side, I pulled on the door handle.  I
couldn -(TM)t wait to be with her again!  Damn -- the door was locked!  Why
did Carrie tell me to find her car, if the doors were locked and I couldn
-(TM)t get in?  Well, thinking back, she did say to wait until the end of
class and then find her car.  Maybe she meant she would be waiting and
ready to pick me up.  Oh well, there was nothing I could do now, but wait
for her.  The only problem was, I was stuck outside totally naked!

   Crouching down as best I could, I spent the time trying to keep my mind
off my predicament, and wondering what adventures Carrie had in store for
me.  After a long while, I suddenly heard the sound of doors opening and
voices!  I jumped to my feet and could make out the group of students
emerging from the building.  I could also feel my clit emerging from its
hood.  Oh, hurry Carrie!  I don -(TM)t want to be caught like this!

   I was careful to keep my lower body hidden from view behind the
passenger door panel.  But then someone called out,  -œHey, is that girl
naked! -

   I spun around and saw that some people were exiting from a door on the
other side of the parking lot.  They had seen my bare behind.  And now they
must have caught a glimpse of my titties and pussy before I had the chance
to cover up.  Oh, oh -- hurry, Carrie!

    -œErica, what are you doing? - My friend laughed as she easily opened
the driver side door of her car.   -œI said you could come down and find my
car, but I didn -(TM)t think you would wait out in the open!  You really
are wild -- -

   Through gritted teeth, and nearly bouncing up and down, I said, 
-œPlease pop open the lock Carrie.  I don -(TM)t want anyone else from
class to see me! -

    -œHold on, there -- I have to get something out of the trunk, - Carrie
replied and took her time walking behind the car, and clicking the button
on the keys.  Meanwhile, there were more whistles and shouts of NICE ASS!
and SHOW US YOUR TITS!  Oh, this was so embarrassing --

   She pulled out a large white and yellow beach towel, which at first I
thought she was going to give me for covering.  Instead, Carrie folded it
and proceeded to get in the driver side of the car, and placed the towel on
the passenger seat.  She rolled down the power window in front of me,
exposing my bare midriff, my arms crossed over my breasts.

    -œCan -(TM)t have you getting your juices all over my car interior,
Erica! - And finally, she unlocked the door.  I opened it immediately and
climbed inside.

    -œDid you remember to bring my clothes? - I asked.

    -œI knew I forgot something, - Carrie teased, then reached over and
squeezed my naked thigh.   -œBut you weren -(TM)t going to be getting
dressed anytime soon.  Come on, let -(TM)s ditch this place! -

   Just like that, my seventeen-year-old friend having completed a class on
driver -(TM)s safety, peeled out of the parking lot without checking the
rearview mirror or anything.  We hit the open road and raced down the
street.  The passenger side window was still open, the summer night -(TM)s
wind whipping through my hair, stimulating my body.  Indeed, my nips were
sticking out proud and erect.  With my legs parted, I looked down, and
there was my clit fully extended.

    -œWe -(TM)re going straight to your house, right Carrie? - I turned my
head and looked at my friend -(TM)s lovely profile.

   Carrie turned to smile at me, reaching over with her free hand to
playfully flick my left nipple.  Then her arm moved lower -- I held my
breath -- only to reach out and tune in the radio.

    -œIt -(TM)s too early to go home yet, - she answered.   -œMy mom will
still be up.  Besides, I have a few stops to make.

    -œOh my, - I gasped in anticipation, thinking at the same time that
her floor mats felt good on my bare feet.   -œBut I -(TM)m so naked! -

    -œYeah, this is exciting! -

   And so the two of us continued to speed through town.  I suddenly had
the horrible thought, what if Carrie got pulled over by the cops!  They
usually just ask for the driver -(TM)s license and registration -- but --
what if they made both of us get out of the vehicle?  The cops would make
me step outside and place my hands on the hood of the car.  They would ask
me why I wasn -(TM)t wearing any clothes -- then they would pat down my
nude body.  I was all ready for a strip-search, maybe even a cavity search
--

    -œWow, Erica, what are you dreaming about? -

   My eyes were closed and I was slowly rubbing my pussy.   -œMmmm --
getting strip-searched -- -

   Carrie tapped my bare shoulder and laughed,  -œWell it looks like we
-(TM)ve got some company! -

   I opened my eyes and looked up to see we were stopped at a traffic
light. Turning my head, I heard the sound of a large vehicle pull up and
idle next to us.  My window was all the way down.  I saw the other car
-(TM)s driver start lowering his window.  Oh my God, it was John from
school!

    -œHey, look, Henry -- - I heard him say,  -œIsn -(TM)t that Erica next
to us?  And it looks like she -(TM)s buck naked! -

   With wide eyes, I looked up at John in his SUV.  One of my arms was
crossed over my breasts, although I could still feel my hard nipples
against my skin.  The hand that was just a second ago massaging my pussy
lips, now covered my bald crotch.  Nevertheless, there wasn -(TM)t much
left to the imagination.  From his elevated position, John could certainly
see my bare shoulders and tummy, and the tops of my legs --

    -œI bet she is horny, - I heard Henry call out.

   Carrie smiled at me,  -œShould we give them a show?  What do you think,
Erica --move your hands out of the way! -

    -œBut, - I pleaded,  -œBut -- my clitoris is really erect right now --
I don -(TM)t want to show them my pussy! -

   A moment of silence seemed to pass between us like an eternity.  Then,
the light turned green, and my friend floored the pedal.  Her car had great
pick-up and we easily left the SUV behind us.

    -œSorry, boys, - Carrie called out.   -œNot tonight!  I bet we left
them with a couple of hard-ons.  So, Erica -- just how swollen are you? -

   We were beginning to decelerate as she headed down an empty side street.
I used this opportunity to take Carrie -(TM)s hand off the gearshift and
place it just above my vulva.  Her fingers found the evidence of my arousal
quite quickly.  Her fingers tapping the protrusion gently, I thought I
would explode.

    -œWow, that is some clit! - she exclaimed.   -œEver think about
getting it pierced?  Nah, that would be a waste -- I think it -(TM)s cute
just the way it is.  And just in time -- here we are! -

   As I recovered from the sensation of a near climax, I slowly noticed my
surroundings.  We had pulled up to a convenience store, right in front of
the large glass windows and glass door.

    -œCarrie! - I turned my body in the car seat to face her.   -œYou
-(TM)re not going to make me go in there like this, are you? -

   My friend smiled at me, even as she was unbuckling her seatbelt.   -œWhy
-- do you want to come inside with me? -

   I couldn -(TM)t find the words to answer, but I shook my head, the tips
of my hair brushing against bare shoulders.

    -œWell, I need to get me an icy drink.  Here -(TM)s my challenge for
you, Erica.  I want you to stay in the car, but no covering!  Let it all
hang out -- -

   And just like that, I sat forward again.  First, with hands on my
thighs, and then I let my arms rest limply at my sides.  This allowed me to
open my legs a little farther apart.  I watched as Carrie exited the car
and headed into the store.  Leaving me alone, completely naked.  At least I
was alone, because there were no other cars beside us.  Of course, this was
one of those places that was usually a popular hangout for kids with
nothing better to do.  Maybe it was just too early, or maybe some
junior-high kids might arrive on the scene at any minute.  Oh, I wish
Carrie would hurry and get her drink!

   Looking down at myself, I actually thought my nipples were growing
harder -- longer, if that were possible.  I wished my breasts were bigger
so I could take them up in my hands and lick them!  Well, I promised I
wouldn -(TM)t cover up, but I didn -(TM)t say anything about adjusting my
position.  My right arm reached down to find the power switches on the side
of the seat.  Pushing first this way, and then that, I was able to get the
back to recline.  I had lowered myself so that I was beneath the line of
the window.  For all practical purposes, I was lying down, and I could see
my little toes staring back at me.  This actually felt kind of nice and
sweet, and I brought my hand back up to rest on my bare tummy.

   It was peaceful at first, just closing my eyes and listening to the
sounds of the summer night.  There was the gentle noise of crickets
chirping, and cars racing down the road off in the distance; maybe the pop
of a firecracker somewhere in the neighborhood.  The store -(TM)s air
conditioning unit hummed with efficiency.  I was imagining the look on
Carrie -(TM)s face if I had the nerve to get out of the car, and walk into
the store stark naked.  That brought a smile to my lips.  And then I heard
an odd sound, kind of like metal scraping on the parking lot pavement. 
Metal wheels of some sort, actually, that were followed by the sound of
young male voices.

    -œAll right -- I just gotta grab me some snacks.  Watch my skateboard
for me. -

   Skateboarders!  Oh no, it was probably some seventh or eighth-grade boys
looking to get their nighttime sugar fix.  And the one that had spoken was
approaching the car.  I know I wanted to move my arms so that my hands
covered my exposed bits, but I resisted, and only moved to place both arms
at my side.  This was going to be embarrassing!

    -œHoly shit!  Come and look at this -- there -(TM)s a naked girl in
this car! -

    -œNo way, you -(TM)re full of -- - I heard his friend say as he walked
near the door and the fully rolled down window.   -œ --wow! -

   I slowly opened my eyes, and looked up to see two pimple-faced
prepubescent teens staring at my nude body.  One of them wore a baseball
cap backward on his head, and he leaned on the door panel.

    -œDo you go to our school? -

   Oh my God, they think I -(TM)m in Junior High!  It -(TM)s because I
-(TM)m not that big, my tits are small, and there -(TM)s no hair on my
pussy.  While I wanted to cover up very badly, I continued to lay reclined
in the seat, showing them everything I had to show.  I couldn -(TM)t speak,
so I simply shook my head.

   Then his friend took out a five-dollar bill and leaned his arm through
the window.   -œI -(TM)ll give you five bucks to get out of the car! -

   Yeah, that was really tempting.  I mean, where was I going to keep a
five-dollar bill -- I had no purse or pockets!  Then I watched as the kid
rolled the paper money into a cylinder shape.  That looked like it might
fit nicely inside -- oh, my!  The thought of them sticking it down there
was getting me even more aroused.  My hand fidgeted and almost went for the
handle to open up the door.

    -œWell at least turn over for us, - the first boy said.  I still think
he thought I was their age.   -œWe want to see your butt! -

   I felt so humiliated now.  Here I was, a seventeen-year-old girl
practically a year away from college, being talked to that way by a
twelve-year-old twerp.  Like they just expected me to show off my body to
satisfy their curiosity!  Still, I found my legs twisting to one side as I
shifted slowly in the seat.  If I changed positions so that I was lying on
my stomach, I knew I would start playing with myself.  There would just be
no stopping my fingers.

   Suddenly Carrie appeared outside the driver -(TM)s side door.   -œHey
you, punks, are you bothering my friend?  Get away from my car! -

   At the sight of the bigger girl, who clearly did look her age, the two
boys bolted.  They even fled from the area of the convenience store,
forgetting all about their snacks.  Well, I guess they did get their fill
of eye-candy.

   Carrie got inside the car and smiled at me.   -œWhat, showing off to
more strangers?  I really can -(TM)t leave you alone for a minute!  Here,
hold this for me -- -

   My hands reached out to take the drink she thrust in my direction. 
Condensation dripped down the side of the cup, a bead of water formed, then
dropped onto my tummy.  That felt good.  I watched mesmerized as another
droplet hit my bare skin, trickling to run down the sensitive flesh beneath
my navel.

    -œOK, Erica, we -(TM)re off! - And just like that, she took her drink
back in one hand, while the other was on the steering wheel.  She floored
the gas, speeding into reverse -- good thing there were no other cars in
the parking lot!  Then Carrie hit the brake, briefly to shift gears, and
just like that we were racing out onto the street again.  She turned her
head and took a long slurp on the straw.

   I have to admit, it was a little scary driving with Carrie, especially
when I wasn -(TM)t wearing any clothes.  My bare arms and legs had flailed
about as we made our noisy departure, my tush bouncing up and down on the
towel that covered the upholstery.  I decided to adjust the seat once more,
bringing me upright and level with my friend.  Of course, this meant that
any passing cars probably got a good look at my pointy nipples.

    -œWhere are we going now, - I asked.

   Carrie leaned over to rub my thigh and said,  -œI think we -(TM)ll go
home now before you get into trouble.  But we may have to wait it out in
the driveway, before we go inside. -

   I sure hoped her mom would have gone to bed by the time we arrived.  Was
Carrie really going to make me enter her home in the nude?  I didn -(TM)t
know if I could do that.  But then I remembered that she promised me a
special surprise once we were alone.  I licked my lips in anticipation.

   Approaching her house, we drove very slowly down the street.  I could
have probably jumped out of the car and ran the rest of the way.  I was
getting excited again, although a little fearful that one of her neighbors
might cruise by and investigate my lack of attire.  But no one else was
around.  We pulled into the driveway, and Carrie turned off the ignition.
With the dashboard and interior lights off, it was like we were back in the
office building during the blackout.  In the darkness, I squeezed my
breast, even slipped a finger into my wet pussy.  I don -(TM)t think Carrie
noticed.

    -œErica, our senior year is going to be so incredible!  I wonder what
fun things we could do -- - Feeling my friend -(TM)s sweet breath in my
ear, I shrugged my bare shoulder, waiting for her to tell me.   -œOh, we
have got to get you to spend an entire day naked at school!  Listen, your
schedule will be light.  There will be days when you have only free periods
--we can slip you into the girls -(TM) room and take off all your clothes
--and then you -(TM)ll sneak around between classes, completely naked! -

   I laughed at the very idea, but she was making me very horny.   -œYeah,
right Carrie.  What else could we do -- -

   She took my hands in hers, then, preventing me from further rubbing my
clit and bringing myself to orgasm.  Carrie said,  -œI -(TM)ll have to do
some serious planning.  But I think we should arrange for you to attend
graduation totally nude. -

    -œWell, maybe beneath the gown, - I was actually quite breathless as I
suggested such a thing.

    -œOf course, Erica, you would have to let it drop right when you
received your diploma.  And you would be standing on stage completely naked
-- in front of the faculty, the students, and all their parents.  Everyone
would see your nude little body! -

   Oh -- mmmm, that sounded so deliciously naughty.  All my teachers would
be seated behind me and have an unobstructed view of my bare backside. 
Everyone in the front row would be able to look up and see my shaved pussy.
Maybe I would even slip out of my high heels, and run bare across the stage
on graduation day --

   Carrie shook my arm and said,  -œOK, time to go inside and meet Mom! -

    -œWhat -- what, now? - I opened my eyes to look down at my body, which
I knew was flushed in arousal.  Juices from my crotch dripped down my leg,
onto the towel.   -œYou -(TM)re not really going to introduce me to your
mother like this -- -

   My friend opened the door and started to get out of the car.   -œWell, I
-(TM)m sure she -(TM)s gone to bed by now. -

   Coming around to my side, Carrie lifted the handle and swung the
passenger door wide open.  I paused, and then gingerly stepped out onto her
driveway.  First the toes of one foot touched the ground.  Next, I revealed
the length of my other equally bare leg.  I couldn -(TM)t believe I was
about to enter the home of my friend, and I was totally naked.  Standing up
did feel good after that drive, although now I was standing unclothed out
in the night air.  I turned my head, but of course there was no one around.
By the interior lights that had come on, I could see how hard my nipples
were.  Carrie pulled me forward by my hand, while shutting the car door
behind me.  She even gave me a little slap on the ass.

   The thought had been pretty unbelievable, but now the experience of
actually entering Carrie -(TM)s house was really strange.  We passed
through the front door, and quietly walked down the hallway.  I half
expected to be greeted at any moment, but had no idea what to say.  Not to
mention I must have looked quite the sight with my pink parts puffed out
and clit extended.  A turn brought us into the kitchen.  There was the
banister of a staircase on the other side, which led upstairs.

   Here, Carrie stopped to call out,  -œIt -(TM)s only me, Mom!  I -(TM)m
home, and I brought my friend Erica with me.  She -(TM)s going to spend the
night. -

   I had phoned my parents using Carrie -(TM)s cell phone during the drive
(which was an awkward conversation!), but I wished she didn -(TM)t have to
announce it so loud to her mother!  Then she turned, and told me to say
hello.  For some reason, I felt the need to cover my tits and pussy as I
called out,  -œHi -- I -(TM)m Erica -- -

    -œAll right girls, - came the reply from upstairs.   -~Don -(TM)t stay
up too late, and don -(TM)t make too much noise! -

    -œYou look like you could use a glass of water, - Carrie smiled at me,
and in the same motion started heading for the sink.

   I followed her, still feeling uncomfortable and nervous.   -œUm, that
would be nice -- but couldn -(TM)t we go somewhere more safe? -

    -œOh, you -(TM)ll be fine, Erica.  Here -- drink. -

   I took the glass with both hands, and eagerly brought the refreshing
liquid to my lips.  Of course, this left my lower body completely exposed.
With the way I was standing, my labia were hanging out, begging to be
stroked.

   Carried walked near me and ran a teasing finger down my tummy.   -œThis
is so exciting!  I never took home a naked girl before! -

   I was speechless, the half-empty glass trembling in my grasp.  I was
defenseless to cover up at all and protect my exposed parts.  Holding my
breath, I half-expected Carrie to start tickling my bare pussy.  Instead,
she only took the glass from my fingers and set it on the counter.

    -œCome on, let -(TM)s go upstairs -- -

    -œWait, - I said, when I found the words to whisper.   -œYour bedroom
is upstairs?  But that -(TM)s where your mom is -- -

   Pulling my naked body toward the first of the steps, my friend
explained,  -œWell, her room is at one end of the house.  I suspect she
-(TM)s drifting off to sleep already, or else has the TV on.  It will be
cool. -

   My feet were a bit sticky on the tiles of the kitchen floor, but I
managed to follow along behind Carrie.  She let go of my hand as we started
to climb, and instinctively I covered my breasts and crotch.  Oh, this was
so embarrassing -- just thinking if her mother walked out to come
downstairs.  I was practically hiding behind my friend, in fact, so close
that the tresses of her hair brushed my face.  I thought we were going
right to her room as we came to stand before a door.  But Carrie only
turned to me and winked, before rapping on the wood.

    -œGood night, Mom! - she sang sweetly.

   Oh my gosh, I was standing right in front of her mother -(TM)s room, and
I wasn -(TM)t wearing any clothes!  But I heard her answer with a good
night of her own, and she said good night to me as well.  I hoped she didn
-(TM)t expect a good night kiss!  Then Carrie skipped away in the other
direction, leaving me to turn my bare ass toward the door and follow after.
When I finally reached her room, Carrie was doubled over on the bed
laughing.  Humiliated as I was, I couldn -(TM)t help but laugh in spite of
myself.

    -œAll right, Erica, you can have a seat over there, - she said
pointing out a beanbag chair on the floor.   -œI promised you a special
surprise -- -

   And with that, Carrie kicked off her flip-flops and got off the bed. 
Immediately, I plopped down on the seat, the plastic cool against my naked
skin.  Knees up, I parted my legs slightly and absently stroked a nipple.
Now I would see Carrie naked!

   I started by watching her bare feet move over the carpet.  She was
walking around, doing a little dance to the music that was in my head.  Her
motions allowed me to enjoy the view of her toes, heel, and ankles -- and
then my eyes worked up here curvaceous calf.  Maybe I was just feeling
really horny, but I realized that my friend Carrie had amazing legs.  Her
thighs were creamy smooth as I watched her play with the hem of her skirt.

   She bent over, at one point, giving me a nice long look at the bottom of
her pink panties.  Slowly, she stood up with her back still facing me, and
brought her hands up to undo the tie of her top.  From behind, I could see
that it was now open, and Carrie did a little shimmy revealing her
shoulders.  When she turned around, I could see her bra -- it had a clasp
on the front.  But I was more interested in her perfect tummy, and her cute
little bellybutton.  As I slid my legs down on the floor, I think my pussy
opened up in appreciation.

   Carrie -(TM)s eyes sparkled as she laughed and smiled, tugging the
material of her shirt down her back and off her shoulders.  All the while,
she kept rocking to a gentle rhythm as she stripped for me.  Tossing the
article of clothing onto the bed, now she was wearing only a skirt and bra
and panties.  I watched her spin, and enjoyed the sight of the small of her
back, but my eyes kept returning to the rise and fall of each of her bare
feet.  This seemed to heighten the anticipation of her total nudity.

   Now facing me, my friend seductively played with the button on her
skirt. I could see her breasts jiggle inside her bra.  Oh, they looked so
squeezable!  Popping open the skirt -(TM)s button, Carrie ran her other
hand inside the waistband.  She continued to flaunt and tease, before
finally lowering the zipper and letting the material drop to the floor.  A
playful kick sent it flying over my head to hit the wall behind me.  We
both giggled, but Carrie now stood in front of me wearing only her bra and
panties!  I had never seen her so undressed, stripped down to her
underwear. My eyes strained to see if she had anything down her panties. 
There were no signs of stray pubic hairs sticking out.  She was either
completely shaved like me, or kept her pussy well trimmed.  Well, being a
strawberry-blonde, her hairs would probably be light and fine.

   I started fingering myself, eager for Carrie to continue her show.  She
had to turn around first, and give me a nice view of her panty-clad butt.
Reaching behind with her fingers, she pulled both sides of the material
into her crack a little, so it almost looked she was wearing a thong.  I
did enjoy the sight of her ass cheeks.  Still, I licked my lips trying to
get a peek at Carrie -(TM)s lower lips, but no such luck.  It seemed I
would have to wait until her underwear was completely off.

   And then my friend started moving away from me, and for the first time I
noticed there was a door that led from the side of her bedroom.  Heading in
this direction, she paused to look over her shoulder, catching me with an
index finger up my slit.

   Carrie smiled at me and said,  -œTry to hold out, Erica.  I just have to
freshen up -- -

   Heeding her words, I slowed down my pussy play although I continued to
massage a breast with my other hand.  I watched my friend disappear through
the door into her personal bathroom.  A moan of sexual tension escaped my
lips.  Before very long, something pink was tossed out and landed on her
bed.  I realized after a second that it was her bra.  Oh my gosh --Carrie
was now topless in the other room!  Her big, squishy tits would be out in
the open.  I found myself wondering what her nipples looked like, and if
they were as hard as mine.  And then her bare arm extended from behind the
door, twirling her panties on the end of a finger.  These too, she flipped
back into the room and they landed on the floor.  Oh, oh, she was now naked
-- completely naked -- in the bathroom!  I really had to keep from making
myself cum.  Maybe when she walked out, in all her glory, she would start
masturbating in front of me, and we would cum together.  This was a first
for me.  I was so excited that I was about to see my friend totally nude --


   My stomach quivered with butterflies, watching her bare foot and lower
leg emerge.  But then, when the rest of her form came into view, I saw that
Carrie had wrapped a pink towel around her body.  She still looked hot,
because the towel came down to just above her thighs, and was tucked in
snugly between her full breasts.  I knew she wasn -(TM)t wearing anything
underneath.

   Carrie walked around her room quite easily, as if she was going to let
her only covering slip  -œaccidentally -.  Maybe she would bring her hands
to her mouth in a make-believe gasp of shock, exposing her pussy to me
before acting all embarrassed and draping her palm over her crotch.  Of
course, here I was, reclining on the beanbag chair with everything hanging
out.  I was starting to feel the humiliation of my own nudity, or more
truthfully, my own obvious arousal as evidenced by my fully erect clitoris.
But Carrie was really having fun with it, pointing at me from across the
room like a rock star on stage, and then slowly licking her finger.

   Turning around again so that her back was facing me, she suddenly
grasped the edges of the towel and pulled it open, flashing the opposite
wall.  Damn, if only I was on the other side of the room, I would have
gotten the full frontal treatment!  Carrie turned her head to look over her
shoulder and laughed.  She continued to shimmy the towel lower and lower,
so that I could see her strawberry blonde hair fall to the middle of her
bare back.  Now she teased by rubbing the towel back and forth over her
behind, the only thing keeping her from mooning me.  This went on for a few
moments, as if underscoring the point that except for this body towel she
would be absolutely naked.  But then Carrie pulled the towel back up and
wrapped it tight around her chest.

   Taking a few steps forward, my friend opened up one of the drawers on
her dresser.  What, was she going for a dildo or something?  No, I realized
with a bit of disappointment, it appeared she was taking out shorts of some
kind.

    -œCarrie, - I half whined, half moaning as I was breathing heavy and
openly playing with my pussy.

   My friend only smiled and stuck her tongue out at me playfully, putting
first one foot, then the other into her pajama bottoms.  She proceeded to
pull the light shorts up the length of her long legs, disappearing over her
hips beneath the towel.  Another about face, away from me, and this time
she actually dropped the towel completely!  It was wonderful to see her
clothed in only those little shorts and nothing else.  I imagined her
bouncing breasts in my face, and I began fingering myself harder.  But then
Carrie reached down and took a top out of the drawer, which she languidly
pulled over her arms and head.

   Spinning to face me, she placed her hands on her hips, and stood before
me more or less decent.  Her pajama bottoms, while riding high, certainly
covered what they needed to.  And even though her belly was tantalizingly
exposed, her top came down far enough to effectively conceal her titties. I
was the one left anything but decent -- buck naked on the floor of her
bedroom, with my legs and lower lips spread wide.  I felt so ashamed.

    -œCarrie -- - I pleaded.   -œYou promised to give me a surprise! -

    -œOh, Erica -- - Carrie said as she came to stand over me, taking in
every inch of my nude body.  She began to gently rub my bare pussy with her
toe.  That felt amazing!  I wished she would never stop.  But then she
lowered her arms to take me by the hands.  She brought me to a standing
position and I looked up into her hazel eyes.  Our toes touched, we were
standing that close, while her fingers lightly stroked my breasts and
tummy. My clothed friend would pause to tease and flick my nipples back and
forth.  She was driving me crazy!  A profound moment of silence passed
between us.

   Pulling me toward the bed, Carrie whispered,  -œI did promise you a
surprise, didn -(TM)t I.  Here, Erica, I want you to lay down -- -

   I climbed onto the softness of the sheets and mattress.  My head rested
on one of the pillows, while my hands self-consciously clutched together
above my stomach.  My legs were stretched out the length of the bed.  I
couldn -(TM)t believe I was lying like this, completely naked in my friend
-(TM)s room.  Carrie made herself comfortable at my side, maneuvering her
body so that her head was propped up on one arm.  At a touch from her free
hand, I knew I should place my own arms at my side.  Doing this somehow
seemed to heighten the awareness of my nudity.

   Looking down, I watched the rise and fall of my breast as I breathed. 
My tummy fluttered with excitement.  Further down, I thought to myself,
might have been a tuft of pubic hair; if I wasn -(TM)t completely bald down
there, of course.  And then Carrie placed her hand on the soft skin around
my bellybutton.  She started rubbing sensual circles using just her
fingertips, as I cooed with pleasure.  Her strokes would broaden, moving up
toward my modest cleavage, and then she would trace a line back down again
with the back of her hand.  She hesitated -- then moved lower, to touch my
shaved mound.  Immediately, my clit responded.  With a chuckle, Carrie
proceeded to tap and rub my little button.

    -œMmmmmph - I murmured, or made some such sound of delight.

   My friend took this opportunity to reposition her body, sitting up a
little, and then sliding over to kneel between my legs.  I was playing with
my tits and watched as she parted my knees slightly to give her better
access.  Carrie -(TM)s hands reached out, palms flat on my stomach, and she
caressed outward until she had a firm hold on my hips.  She scooted
backward a little toward the edge of the bed.  Her head came down, and she
kissed my bellybutton.  She scooted back some more --

    -œWell, - Carrie said with a smile,  -œa deal -(TM)s a deal. -

   Pulling her hair away from her face, she bent her head down once more --


   And she started to eat my pussy!

   This was insane -- this felt -- so incredible!  I didn -(TM)t even try
to contain my moans of pleasure.  Her tongue was amazing.  I think I
remember saying I was about to cum.  I think I remember having the most
intense orgasm of my life, cumming hard, over and over again.

   But I -(TM)m not sure -- With a sweet smile on my lips, I blacked out.



   15 - Erica -(TM)s Morning After by AMERICAN COWBOY

   When I woke the next morning, my thoughts were a little fuzzy. 
Disorientated, I wondered briefly where I was, realizing that I was not in
my own bed.  My hands lazily traced down my chest and stomach, coming into
contact with bare skin.  Lifting the sheets, I looked beneath and saw
nothing but bare skin.  Oh my gosh -- I was completely naked!  I never
sleep in the nude.  And then the memories of last evening came back to me
like a tidal wave.

   I had spent that night over at my friend Carrie -(TM)s house.  She had
embarrassed me and humiliated me since the lights went out at our Driver
-(TM)s Safety class, but she had also shown me such sweet affection; she
had done things that I would not soon forget.  My finger softly stroked my
pussy, remembering her lips around my clit.  That brought a warm smile to
my lips.  Then I sat upright, letting the bed sheets drop to my lap,
leaving my perky titties free and out in the open.  Where was Carrie?

   My head turned in both directions, searching for my friend.  The door to
her side bathroom was open, and there was no sound, no indication she was
in there.  I waited a second, then decided to get out of bed.  Pulling the
sheets aside, I watched my pussy lips begin to unfold, my pink labia coming
into view.  Well, I have to admit, I was still thinking about Carrie -(TM)s
hands on certain parts of my body, and it was making me horny.  As I swung
my legs to the floor, I felt my nipples stiffen.  This was no good -- I
really needed to calm down!

   A few steps took my bare feet to the window, where I now pried open the
Venetian blinds.  It looked like it was a gorgeous summer day outside.  I
walked past the beanbag chair in the corner from where I had watched Carrie
-(TM)s strip tease last night.  And what a tease that was!  I imagined she
was fully dressed now, wherever she was.  Pacing a bit in frustration, the
thought struck me that I was alone in her bedroom totally nude.  I really
had to suppress the urge to start playing with myself right there.  I mean,
that would be really embarrassing if suddenly she walked in on me, if I
were face down on her bed with an arm between my legs, fingering my anus!
Although I did keep one hand over my bald mound, gently tapping, as I
continued my stroll.

   I decided to open the bedroom door just a crack, to have a peek down the
hallway.  What if her mother bounded in here to make the bed or collect the
laundry or something!  I would be so ashamed if she saw me naked.  My other
hand paused, resting lightly on the doorknob.  Even as I turned and pulled
the door slightly toward me, I continued rubbing my pussy.  Maybe I wanted
to be seen --

   Well, with my face pushed against the opening of a couple of inches, I
could see that the hall was empty.  For some reason, like my arm was acting
of a will of its own, I pulled the door all the way open.  I stood there a
moment with my nude body completely on display, but no one was approaching
or coming upstairs.  Carrie and her mom were probably in the kitchen having
breakfast.  I dared myself to make a run to the other side of the house and
back, streaking the hallway.  But I couldn -(TM)t bring myself to be so
bold, in another person -(TM)s home.  Instead, I turned around and walked
back further into my friend -(TM)s room, forgetting to close the door
behind me.

   Then I saw on an end table next to the bed, there was a pile of clothes,
and a piece of paper.  Moving closer, I could see that it was a note
written in Carrie -(TM)s handwriting.  Drawing sensual circles with a
finger around my bare tummy, I started reading.

    -œDear Erica -- I had a great time last night!  Looked like you had a
great time hanging out.  Sorry I couldn -(TM)t stick around, had to go into
work early.  I -(TM)ve left some of my clothes for you to borrow, so you
can make it back home.

    -œBut here -(TM)s a better idea -- I dare you not to get dressed, and
walk home naked!  I -(TM)ll stop by my house this afternoon, and hope that
pile of clothes will still be where I left them.  Then I -(TM)ll meet up
with you at your place.  Hope to see all of you!

    -œLove, luck, and lollipops -- Carrie -

   Oh my gosh, what a wild notion!  I thought as I pressed the paper
against my bare chest.  I couldn -(TM)t possibly slip out of Carrie -(TM)s
house unclothed, and walk all the way back home in the nude.  It was at
least a couple miles, in broad daylight, with not a cloud in the sky.  Of
course, the idea was enticing.  But I shook my head no, and reached down
for the first item, a white pair of underpants.

   Once I pulled them up my legs, I immediately realized they would not
fit. They may have been snug on my friend -(TM)s full and curvy rear end,
but they hung loosely from my tight little ass.  And the front drooped down
so much that if I had any pubic hair, the tufts would be showing.  As it
was, my smooth pussy lips were plainly visible.

   I struggled with the next item, a pair of red loose-fitting shorts. 
Well, as soon as I took my hands away, the shorts slipped down my legs and
the panties followed after.  Naked again, with Carrie -(TM)s clothes in a
puddle around my ankles, I tapped my chin in thought.  Maybe I should take
her up on her offer.  Clearly these things of hers would not work, and
would probably give me more problems.  Stepping out of the shorts and
panties, I folded them back on the end table.  I gave the situation a lot
of consideration, and figured I might as well first take a shower.

   Walking into her little side bathroom, I saw that she had no shower, but
a bathtub against the wall.  I shrugged my bare shoulders and started
running the hot water.  When it had filled half way and reached a
comfortable temperature, I climbed in, the warm luxurious bubbles feeling
good on my skin.  Almost instantly, I started squeezing my breasts and
playing with pussy.  In no time at all, I had myself a nice orgasm.  Now
relaxing in the afterglow of my self-pleasuring, I decided I would take
Carrie -(TM)s dare.  I would show her how brave I was.

   I cleaned myself thoroughly, especially between my legs.  On the small
shelf attached to the wall, there was some shaving cream and a lady -(TM)s
razor.  Some minimal maintenance was taken care, removing the bit of
stubble that had started to sprout.  I wanted to make sure there was not a
hair on my body, below my eyebrows.  Then I rinsed off with a washcloth,
and stepped out of the tub.  Toweling off, I felt kind off sexy watching
the bathwater slowly disappear down the drain.  I knew that my cum was
mixed in there, swirling out of Carrie -(TM)s bathtub.  And even though I
just had that gentle climax, the thought was arousing, making me horny
again.  I hung up the body towel and brushed out my hair.  Then, bare-assed
nude, I casually walked back into my friend -(TM)s bedroom.

    -œOh, hello -- you must be Erica! -

   Before I could react, Carrie -(TM)s mother had just entered the room
through the open doorway.  I stood there in shock for a second, before
quickly covering my breasts and pussy.  I hoped she didn -(TM)t notice my
erect nipples, and I didn -(TM)t want her to see my clitoris poking out of
its hood.

    -œUm -- hi -- I just finished taking a bath, - I explained to my
friend -(TM)s mom.  She was a tall woman, with a mane of red hair that came
down to her shoulders; very busty in the chest.

    -œOh, dear me!  I should have thought to bring you fresh towels, - she
said, then extended her arm and hand in a more formal greeting.   -œI hope
you were comfortable and slept well. -

   I nodded yes, while using the arm that had been shielding my titties, to
reach out and shake her hand politely.  My knees were locked together, my
other hand clamped over my crotch, but nothing was hidden up top.

   Carrie -(TM)s mother only smiled and asked,  -œIs it a little too chilly
in here?  Sometimes that daughter of mine runs the air conditioning too
high.  I wouldn -(TM)t be surprised if she was the source of last night
-(TM)s blackout!  Well, it must have been an exciting experience for you
girls. -

   Oh, oh, she can see how erect my nipples are, and she thinks it -(TM)s
because the room is cold!  In fact, I felt my skin flush warm as she talked
about the power outage that caused me to strip naked in the first place! 
If only she knew I have been nude for more than twelve hours --

    -œAll right, Erica, there is still some breakfast left for you, when
you are dressed and ready to come downstairs. - And with that, she
pleasantly said goodbye and proceeded to leave the room.

   Leaving me to stand breathless in the wake of our surprise encounter.  I
slowly lowered my arms once the woman was out of view, and saw that my nips
were indeed sticking out a full inch.  Looking down, I saw my pink pussy
puffed out.  It was strange that because I had just taken a bath and was
caught exiting the bathroom, my nudity seemed acceptable.  But if I were to
stroll downstairs like this, with all my naughty parts brazenly on display,
I would appear like some kind of weirdo, exhibitionist slut.  And yet --
that was exactly what I had resolved to do.  What had I gotten myself into!


   Well, there was no way I was going to let that happen, get caught
running around Carrie -(TM)s house naked.  But at the same time, I couldn
-(TM)t resist her challenge.  I could picture her in my mind, how she must
have looked when she wrote that note this morning.  She would be so
thrilled, so proud of me if I made this daring walk home.  How could I
disappoint her?  I glanced around her room one last time, then headed for
the door.

   A trickle of wetness began running down my leg as I took the first step
out into the hallway.  This time, my arm reached out behind me, closing the
bedroom door shut.  I was nervous, my heart beating fast, as I stood there
totally nude.  Faltering, I spun around and meant to head back for the
safety of Carrie -(TM)s room, but found the knob wouldn -(TM)t turn.  It
had locked, and now I was stuck outside like this!  I really wasn -(TM)t
sure where Carrie -(TM)s mother was, but if she should come out of her own
room on the opposite side of the hall, she would get a nice view of my bare
behind.  I turned around again, hands draped self-consciously.  Nothing to
do but go ahead with this crazy adventure --

   Quietly I made my way to the head of the staircase, then paused, my toes
hovering over the first step.  Last night, Carrie was with me when I had
climbed these stairs completely unclad.  Now I would have to make the
descent by myself.  I clutched my arms tightly around my body and
concentrated on bending my knees as I carefully moved down the stairs.  A
few steps from the bottom, I hesitated.  What if Carrie -(TM)s mother was
waiting in the kitchen for me?  Even though I was scared of being caught, I
let a finger slide into my wet pussy.  Then I heard her call out.

    -œErica, is that you?  I -(TM)ve left some bagels and juice on the
table -- -

   Oh no!  It sounded like she was in the den or the living room.  Should I
scamper back up the stairs, I wondered.  But there would be no place to
hide.  And I had already come this far.  I decided to make a break for the
kitchen, which was just off to the side.  Not thinking about covering
myself at this point, I ran down the remaining steps barefoot, with
everything exposed.

   My hand gripped the banister as I turned the corner and made a wild dash
for the kitchen table.  I thought I heard the larger woman heading in my
direction.  Desperately I looked around, searching for any kind of
concealment.  She was going to find me down here, totally naked.  So I did
the only thing I could think of.  I sat my bare little bottom at the table,
facing the entryway, and crossed my legs so that my vulva could not be
seen. There was a newspaper lying at hand, and I opened it up full in front
of my face and upper body.  Just then, Carrie -(TM)s mom poked her head in
to check on me.

    -œErica, please, help yourself to some bagels.  They -(TM)re still
fresh. -

   Behind the shield of thick parchment and black type ink, my breasts
quivered, my nipples extended.  I kept my legs locked so tight, my thighs
hurt!  Still, I managed to reply,  -œUm -- no thank you -- I -- I -(TM)ll
be going home soon. -

   She stood before the floor tiles another moment.   -œWon -(TM)t you just
take one for the walk home? -

    -œWell -- ah -- I -(TM)m trying to avoid carbohydrates! -

   If I dropped the newspaper and stood up, she could see my trim tummy.  I
don -(TM)t have hard abs or anything, but my stomach is flat and soft in
just the right places.  I remembered Carrie blowing kisses around my
bellybutton.  Now, my pussy started to tingle.  Luckily, I gripped the
newspaper, my only covering, even tighter.

    -œAll right, then.  But before you leave, feel free to have some fruit.
-

   And then, thank goodness, I heard her depart.  Slowly I lowered the
paper, at first just enough to see that she was no longer standing in front
of the kitchen.  Then I folded and placed it on the table again.  I noticed
there was a plate with three bagels left, as well as dishes of butter and
cream cheese, and a pitcher of orange juice.  I also saw there was a bowl
of assorted fruits.  It felt unreal sitting here naked at Carrie -(TM)s
kitchen table.  I really should have taken this opportunity to make my
escape.  But I was momentarily thinking about my friend -(TM)s reaction
when I told her about this whole escapade, and my eyes were transfixed on
the fruit bowl.

   I don -(TM)t know why I did it, but my arm reached out and I grabbed a
carrot.  My legs were uncrossed now, parted and bent so that my toes
touched the floor.  The carrot was cold as I rolled it along the skin of my
tummy, and pressed it lower and lower toward my nether region.

    -œOoooh, - I moaned softly as the unpeeled carrot made contact with my
clitoris.  Against my better judgment, I continued playing, letting the
bristles at the skinny end tickle my clit.  Again I whimpered,  -œMmmmm --
-

   And then I inserted its ribbed, orange length into my pussy!  Very
slowly -- but I carefully managed to push it inside me.  This was so hot!
Once the carrot was lubricated with my juices, I began sliding it in and
out, in and out, probing my sweet slit.  I pushed the chair back, allowing
me to raise my legs, my ankles to the table surface, as I continued to
masturbate.

    -œOh, yes!  Oh, yes! - I cried, this time a little too loudly.

   I heard movement from another room in the house, and Carrie -(TM)s
mother called out, asking if I was all right.  Suddenly, my arousal
disappeared.  Or rather, I was still heated up, but now waves of shame came
crashing over me, as I realized the danger of being discovered pleasuring
myself in the kitchen, stark naked and a carrot shoved up my twat!  That
would be the ultimate humiliation!  I collapsed to the floor where upon
impact, my pussy unclenched, letting the carrot fall out.

   Jumping to my feet, I thought about bolting for the front door.  But I
would probably end up running into the arms of Carrie -(TM)s mother.  It
was then I noticed a screen door that opened into the backyard.  My bare
back and ass were completely exposed as I fumbled with the latch, and
nearly pulled the door off its hinges.  Finally, just as she was walking
into the kitchen, I leaped forward -- running outside without any clothes
on!  I heard the backdoor swing shut behind me.  I also heard her voice
from inside the kitchen.

    -œI wonder why she left the back way?  What a cute but strange little
girl -- -

   At least I think that -(TM)s what she said as I ran off to find a bush
to hide behind.  She might have said,  -œWhat a cute butt on that girl --
- After all, it was Carrie -(TM)s mom.

   Now I crouched down in their backyard, blades of grass tickling the
soles of my feet.  While I paused to catch my breath, I had to look at
myself to see the state I was in.  My hands cupped my breasts to find the
nipples rock hard and aching.  Oh, I was so nude out here!  Further down, I
could see my poor pussy was pink and raw, my labia were completely hanging
out.  My clit was so swollen, that it stood erect.  When I was fairly
certain that no one was around, and no one was going to search for me
outside, I gingerly straightened myself to a standing position.

   Calming down a little, I was able to appreciate how good it felt to be
naked outdoors.  The sun was warm on my back and shoulders.  As I stepped
out from behind my leafy covering, the fresh air caused the skin on my arms
and legs to tingle.  I had that sensation of fluttering butterflies inside
my tummy.  One of the things I loved about being shaved is that a gentle
breeze always felt cool between my legs, blowing across my hairless crotch.
I moved slowly around the side of the house, leaving everything out in the
open, delighting in the summer sun on my pink parts.

   Once I rounded the corner, however, I decided it would be better to be
more discreet.  Reluctantly, I clasped my hands in front of my bare pussy
as I peeked into the front yard.  The coast was clear it seemed, and there
was no sign of Carrie -(TM)s mother leaving the house.  It looked like the
street was empty too.  The good thing was, it was mid-morning in the middle
of the week.  Most people would be off to work by now.  I slipped along the
edge of the property until I reached the sidewalk.  I looked behind me, to
make sure no one was watching my ass, and then my feet found the pavement.

   This felt so weird, turning my side to my friend -(TM)s house, walking
down the street without wearing a stitch!  There have been a few times
already when I -(TM)ve had to run home naked.  Once was when Lisa stripped
me in the public library, and then the librarian caught me and threw my
nude body out of the building.  Well, at least I had been wearing ankle
socks.  And then there was the time Lisa and my friends tricked me into
washing her car at the school.  But I found out there were like twenty
people watching and I was completely naked.  Still, I made it back to my
house without incident.  Now, I thought to myself, the circumstances were
different.  This time, no one else had stripped me and left me with no
choice.  In fact, I actually did have a choice.  I could have been wearing
Carrie -(TM)s ill-fitting clothes.  But I willingly walked out of her house
naked and was now on my way home totally nude.  I felt proud of myself, and
also a little naughty.  I was still feeling horny.  Right there, in the
middle of the sidewalk, I started stroking my pussy lips.

   I figured I had better keep moving before I brought myself to a very
public orgasm.  Down the sides of the street, there were some parked cars,
recycling pails and garbage cans left out for pick up, and of course some
of the neighbors had high hedges lining the front lawn.  If I was careful,
I could bound from one hiding place to another as I worked my way back
home. The greatest fear I had was being caught by a car traveling down the
road.  Since this was a residential area, traffic would be moving slow, and
they would get a good long look at me.  As scared as I was, that thought
did make me kind of hot.

   Still, I continued to use caution as I slinked behind one mailbox,
taking the time to make sure no one was about.  I had made it about five
houses away from Carrie -(TM)s home.  It would be pretty embarrassing to
get caught at this point.  All the while, I kept my arm draped across my
breasts and palm covering my pussy as I dashed over to the other side of
the street, my cute little ass bouncing in the sunlight.  I followed this
zigzag pattern, checking both directions before alternating between the
sidewalks.

   At one point, I was observant enough to see an old man leaving his house
to retrieve the mail.  I crouched down behind the front of a car, waiting
until it was safe to continue.  But the realization that there were other
people out here soon had me fondling and squeezing my nipples.  If I
continued to use my hands to cover up like this, I wouldn -(TM)t be able to
resist the urge to play -- this was so exciting!  So when the man went back
inside and I stood up, I let my hands drop to my sides.  Crossing the
street again, I had everything on display.

   The quiet of the neighborhood was interrupted by the droning noise of a
lawnmower, coming from the next house I was approaching.  There was a tall
white picket fence bordering the property, and I walked right up to find it
effectively shielded me from the top of my chest down.  True, my bare
shoulders were visible, but I could be wearing a tube top of something.  Of
course, when I did this, I thought the lawnmower was on the other side of
the house.  I was shocked when I saw what appeared to be a
fourteen-year-old boy cutting a swath not five feet in front of me!

   Instinctively, I gripped my hands between the pointy tops of the slats
and pressed my body against the fence.  The boy turned and looked at me,
our eyes locked.  He paused to let the mower idle.

    -œHi, - he called out.

   Oh my -- I stood there breathless.  He had no idea I was totally naked
behind this white picket barrier!  If I turned and ran to the other side of
the road, I was sure he would see my fleeing ass.  All I could think of was
to squish myself even closer, sensitive nipples brushing the grain, and I
even rubbed my pussy into the wood.

    -œAh, - I gasped before thinking I had better say something.   -œUm --
hello -- there. -

   The boy looked at me oddly then said,  -œNice day to be outside -- wish
I didn -(TM)t have to do chores! -

   It seemed like he might be too shy to come closer, so I bravely replied,
 -œYeah -- it -(TM)s pretty warm out all right. -

   He turned off the ignition on the mower then and wiped sweat from his
brow.   -œI was just about to go inside for a glass of lemonade.  You want
something to drink? -

    -œSure, - I answered without thinking.  I was suddenly aware of my
clit poking out between one of the narrow grooves in the fence.

    -œOK, wait there, and I -(TM)ll bring you out a glass! -

   Oh no, what was I supposed to do!  If I let him come near enough to hand
me a glass, the boy would easily see that I was nude.  I watched him
disappear into the house.  This was my chance to get away, of course.  But
I couldn -(TM)t really make my legs move.  My toes wiggled in the grass,
then gently rubbed the bottom of the fence.  My hands still gripped the
top. I looked behind me to see that there was no one else around.  A
refreshing drink did sound nice --

   What was I thinking?  I realized abruptly as in no time at all, the boy
returned carrying a tall glass of lemonade in each hand.  He seemed
pleasant, and kind enough to make the offer in the first place.  It would
be a shame to disappoint him, yet I would be so ashamed if he saw my naked
seventeen-year-old body.

    -œWait! - I called out, causing him to stop just a yard and a half
before the fence.   -œI -- I don -(TM)t want you to bring me that lemonade.
-

   He looked me in the eye and asked,  -œWhy not? -

    -œUm -- ah -- - Behind the fence, my finger was touching my bare
pussy.  -œWell, I just remembered -- I can -(TM)t have sugar.  I -(TM)m
naked -- I mean I -(TM)m diabetic! -

   The boy wore a puzzled expression on his face.   -œYou just remembered
you -(TM)re diabetic? -

    -œYeah, sorry -- Well, I really got to go. - And with that, I started
sliding sideways along the length of the property.

   Watching me move across the outer perimeter of the lawn, my head and
shoulders still turned in his direction, he remarked,  -œYou -(TM)re
walking funny -- -

    -œYeah -- new shoes, trying to break them in.  OK, bye! - Of course,
this lie only made me blush and grow more aroused as I knew I was not
wearing shoes at all, or any other piece of clothing.

   Thankfully, this seemed to satisfy the boy -(TM)s curiosity as he gulped
down first one drink, then the other.  The one that was meant for me, I
reminded myself as I licked my lips.  I was inching further and further
away, dragging my erect nipples across the wooden fence, and saw him leave
to bring the empty glasses back inside.  As soon as he entered through the
front door, I felt nothing but air on the front of my body.

   Oh no, I had just stepped in front of the gate, which was pulled in wide
open.  For a moment I stood stunned, everything hanging out.  I knew he
would be back any second to resume his lawn mowing.  Still I lingered,
modestly cupping my hands over my bald pussy.  Then I heard the sound of
voices coming from the other side of the street.  People were going to see
my totally bare butt!  That did it for me -- I turned and ran down the
sidewalk, leaving these houses behind me.

   I made it safely to the end of the block, and cautiously walked onto the
next street.  There were times people were out on their front lawn, and I
patiently waited for them to go back inside or retreat to the backyard.  I
was very attentive to my surrounding, utterly aware of my lack of clothing,
and managed to avoid detection.  That -(TM)s not to say there weren -(TM)t
a few close calls, and certainly an occasional car headed either toward me
or was driving up from behind.  Whenever I heard the sound of an engine or
tires rolling on the blacktop, I dove behind the nearest shelter, whether
it was a tree or a bush.  One time, I stood behind one of those real estate
signs, and watched as a cyclist sped by on the other side of the street.  I
wondered if a naked seventeen-year-old girl running around the neighborhood
would drive the property value up or down!

   As I ventured further and progressed four blocks away from Carrie -(TM)s
home, I was feeling really pleased with myself.  About halfway down this
particular street, I noticed it was pretty dead.  Driveway after driveway
was empty of any cars.  People here had either gone off to work, or the
beach, or the park.  I looked all around, and there was not a soul in
sight. This caused me to toy with the idea of walking out into the middle
of the road.  Well, once the seed of that thought got in my head, I couldn
-(TM)t move forward without trying it.  Glancing in all directions, just to
be extra careful, I clutched my naughty parts and shuffled off the edge of
the sidewalk.

   The blacktop was warm on the bottom of my feet, but not uncomfortable. I
had crisscrossed theses residential streets before, but now I was stopping
to stand in one place.  In fact, I looked up and discovered that I was
standing in the middle of the road.  It was broad daylight, and I was
totally nude!  Realizing how silly it was to cover up at this point, I
slowly let my hands drop to my sides.  Now everything was exposed, from my
ass, my tits, and my pink little pussy.  My legs trembled, but started
moving forward again.  I was now walking stark naked down the center of the
street.  I was overcome by the arousal of it all, looking at my nipples so
erect they quivered with my body -(TM)s motions.  And my lower lips were
puffed out and parted, clit extended.

   I was so distracted, concentrating on my nudity, that I nearly jumped
out of my skin when I heard a car honk it -(TM)s horn behind me.  Turning
around, I saw that it was not a car, but an SUV, which looked kind of
familiar.  I just stood there like a deer caught in headlights (that the
truck did not have on, since it was bright and sunny in the middle of the
morning!) and watched the driver slow to a complete stop.  Fortunately, I
at least had the sense to strategically place my arms and hands, covering
breasts and shaven mound.  Well, they must have gotten a nice look at my
bare ass.

   The doors of the SUV opened, and two guys stepped out.  One on the
driver side, and the other from the passenger side.  As they walked closer
to me, I saw that -- Oh my God, it was John and Henry from last night! 
Carrie and I had pulled up beside them at a traffic light, and of course I
was still naked at the time, but not showing anything.  Then we had raced
away, leaving the boys in our dust!

    -œWow, you were right, Henry.  If we cruised the neighborhood long
enough, we were bound to stumble across Erica running around without any
clothes on! -

   John laughed and said,  -œThat -(TM)s one way to get a tan, Erica -

    -œPlease -- - I started, watching as they came within a couple of feet
of my naked body.  This was so embarrassing!  It was one thing for Carrie
to see me in the buff, but not these dorks!  And I was ashamed to admit, I
once had a crush on one of them.  I shifted from one bare leg to the other,
still striking that pose of desperate modesty.

    -œYou know, it wasn -(TM)t nice the way you two drove off like that
last night. - Henry said, sounding genuinely hurt.

    -œUm -- I know --I -(TM)m sorry.  Carrie is making me walk home naked.
- That wasn -(TM)t exactly true, but what was I supposed to say?  That I
had chosen to take off all my clothes last night in the middle of Driver
-(TM)s Safety class during the blackout, and had stayed undressed all night
and all this morning, and decided to walk back to my house totally nude?

   The boys chuckled appreciatively at my humiliating predicament.  John
swung his car keys on the end of his finger, looking me over from head to
toe.   -œWe could give you a ride back to your house -- -

   Oh, that sounded really tempting.  I mean, I didn -(TM)t really want to
get in a car with these guys while I was bare naked, but it was probably
better than risking being seen by the rest of town if I kept walking.  I
bit my lip in frustration as I considered my options.  (I probably looked
adorable at that moment, all nude and vulnerable --) Then I said, yes, I
would like a ride.

    -œOK, - Henry smiled at me.   -œBut first you have to lower your arms
for us. -

   Boy, what a deal!  Maybe I should have said no thank you, and continued
on my merry way.  Maybe I should have given them a show last night, and
then they wouldn -(TM)t be pissed at me.  Well, seemed like they were about
to get an eyeful now.  I reluctantly moved the arm that had been slung
across my titties, down to rest atop the hand that was covering my pussy. I
stayed in this position, back hunched a little and one foot raised on its
toes, before pulling both my hands apart.  I turned my head away as I
displayed to them my full frontal nudity.

    -œShe has tiny tits, - John laughed.

    -œYeah, but look how long her nipples are!  Erica, spread your legs a
little, please. -

   Well, at least Henry was polite.  I did as was asked, lifting first one
foot and then the next, until my thighs were separated.  Immediately, my
labia dropped down from my vulva, and if the boys knew where to look, they
would see my clit poking out.  Looking back at them, I saw the effect my
nudity was having as bulges formed in their shorts and pants.  This brought
a slight smile to my lips, although I had to keep from playing with myself.


   John made a circular motion with his finger.   -œTurn around, Erica, so
we can see your butt. -

   Of course I complied, and used this opportunity with my back turned
toward the boys, to slip an index finger inside my wet slit.  Over my
shoulder, I heard Henry whistle at the view of my ass, and I fingered
myself harder.  I think I would have had an orgasm right there in the
middle of the street, but then John issued another command.

    -œBend over and grab your ankles! -

   Oh my, that sounded so dirty!  I just had to spread my legs as far as
possible and began to lower my body.  I -(TM)m pretty trim and would have
no problem touching my toes.  Even though I -(TM)m kind of short, I think
my slender legs are well proportioned, which makes them seem long to me. 
My hands caressed the bare skin of my calves, before fingers entwined
firmly around my ankles, locking me in this position.  I had no idea what
John had in mind, but I knew the boys were now getting an unobstructed view
of my pussy lips from behind, and they could see clear up my anus.  Closing
my eyes, I delighted in the feel of my hair falling in my face, and the
juices of my arousal trickling down my leg.  Moments passed, I wasn -(TM)t
sure if the boys were even breathing.  I half expected one of them to stick
something in my butt!

   Still bending over lewdly, I finally asked,  -œAre you going to give me
that ride, or what? -

   There was a pause, then Henry answered,  -œYeah, sure, Erica.  You can
turn around now. -

   I straightened myself and faced them.  Not thinking to cover up again, I
walked between the boys with everything showing.  I felt kind of hot
letting them see my naked body while I waited by the side of the SUV.  John
opened up his door and hopped behind the steering wheel.  But when Henry
opened up his door, I suddenly had some reservations.  Self-consciously, I
rubbed a hand over my tummy.

    -œListen, guys, no touching -- all right? -

   John motioned for his friend to climb inside.   -œOf course, Erica.  We
-(TM)re not like that!  You can sit in the back -- -

   Well, that caused me to breathe a sigh of relief.  I watched Henry close
the passenger side door shut, then waited to hear the sound of the rear
passenger door lock being popped open.  Instead, I heard the turn of the
ignition.  Then the truck lurched forward, rolling down the street!  John
honked the horn twice, as they both stuck their arms out the windows to
wave goodbye.

   Bastards!  I cried, my eyes following the SUV as it made a right onto
the next block.  I felt so humiliated!  They had seen me, all of me, in the
bright morning light -- even my secret pink parts.  And now those jerks had
left me standing in the middle of the road, naked as the day I was born. 
My hands returned to cover my pussy, which was as bald as a baby, just when
there came the sound of voices behind me!

    -œMommy -- that girl -(TM)s not wearing any clothes! -

   I briefly glanced over my shoulder, to see a woman and her four-year-old
walking down the sidewalk.  Well, I didn -(TM)t wait around for
introductions or explanations!  My feet moved quickly, as I ran bare-assed
nude straight ahead.  I didn -(TM)t dash off to one side or the other, but
just continued through the center of the road.  At the corner, I made a
left hand turn, escaping their shocked eyes, and any others who might have
stepped outside to see my streak.

   For the next several blocks, I was less careful because I just wanted to
get back home.  I still tried to keep to some sort of concealment when
there was the opportunity.  But a couple of times, like once when there was
this old couple sitting on their front porch, I simply had to make a break
for it.  Running forward with both arms pumping left my titties and pussy
lips flapping in the breeze.  I had to admit that these moments of
unbridled sprinting were pretty invigorating, and I started to get turned
on again.  But there was hardly any time to play with myself, noticing by
the high sun in the sky, that it was approaching noon.

   Finally, I had reached the street I lived on.  Here I had to be a lot
more cautious, because I definitely did not want my neighbors to catch me
naked!  I waited behind a large rubber garbage pail while some boys rode
toward me on their bicycles.  When they had passed, I crouched on the other
side, to make sure they were gone.  I hoped they didn -(TM)t see me!  I was
so close now -- just a few more houses, and thankfully no one else seemed
to be around.  At long last, my bare feet stepped onto the asphalt of my
empty driveway.  They slapped the rest of the way up to my front door, as I
cupped my breasts with both hands, my butt jiggling with excitement.

   The screen door opened easily, but then I reached out for the brass
knob, and it didn -(TM)t turn!  Of course, I realized, my parents had
locked the door when they left for work!  And I didn -(TM)t have anything
on me -- no clothes, no jewelry, no purse, and certainly no keys!  I let
the screen door close in frustration.  Turning around, I looked out over my
front lawn, fingers wandering down my chest and tummy.  Oh, this was so
unbelievable.  I spun around, turning my ass to the driveway once more,
figured I would try to force the lock.  But no sooner had I reached for the
handle, when I heard the sound of a car pulling up behind me.

   Oh my goodness, were my parents home early?  I didn -(TM)t know if I
could face them like this.  At that precise moment, my nipples were rock
hard and my clit was sticking out.  I thought maybe I could say I locked
myself outside after putting on a wash of clothes, or taking a shower, or
something -- but how to explain these signs of my arousal?  I guess they
would find out they -(TM)ve got one horny teenage daughter.  Blushing with
shame, I did manage to cover my tits and pussy, slowly turning around.

    -œYou did it! - Carrie squealed, nearly jumping out of her car.  I was
so grateful to see her red Saturn parked in my driveway.  She ran up the
stoop and clutched my arms, giving me a big kiss on the cheek.   -œI knew
you had made the attempt when I saw my clothes still in my bedroom, but you
made it all the way home!  I so proud of you, Erica -- -

   Relieved that it was my friend who had found me outside totally nude,
and not my family, I let my arms drop to the side.  This afforded Carrie
the opportunity to playfully tweak my nipples.

    -œOoooh, - I purred softly.

   Still amazed that I had accomplished her challenge, she reached her hand
down to start rubbing my pussy.   -œHmmm -- someone -(TM)s had a very fun
morning.  Let -(TM)s go inside and finish you off! -

    -œAh -- uh -- we can -(TM)t, - I tried to say.  Her fingers were
incredible, circling the nub of my clitoris.   -œThe -- Oh, yes!  The door
-- the door -- is locked. -

   Carrie took her hands away from my body, folding her arms in thought. 
Then she suggested that we go around, into the back yard.  I was
afraidErica



   16 - Erica and the Tree House by AMERICAN COWBOY

    -œIt -(TM)s a secret club! - Jimmy -(TM)s friend told us with a frown.


   Alicia -(TM)s cousin, Jimmy, folded his arms across his chest adopting
an equally stern expression.   -œVery secret -- and definitely, no girls
allowed! -

   Carrie and I were over the house of Alicia -(TM)s Aunt, having offered
to look after her eight- year-old cousin and his friend, so that she could
work on a report for school.  This task was supposed to have been Alicia
-(TM)s responsibility, but being such a good friend, Carrie volunteered to
take the little brats off her hands.  Somehow, I got roped in along with
the deal.  What I really didn -(TM)t understand was why Carrie chose to
provoke the boys and indulge their childish behavior.

    -œSo you -(TM)re saying, - my blonde-headed friend perpetuated the
argument,  -œthat if Erica and I wanted to join your club, you wouldn
-(TM)t let us -- just because we are girls? -

   I tried to intervene and restore some perspective to the situation.  
-œCarrie, I really don -(TM)t care about joining their silly club. -

   The boys ignored me, and Jimmy continued his taunt.   -œThat -(TM)s
right!  There are strict rules about joining -- the most important one is
you can -(TM)t be a girl! -

    -œThat doesn -(TM)t seem very fair, - Carrie said most seriously, then
smiled at me and winked.

   Jimmy -(TM)s friend, whose name was Cody, only replied,  -œWell, that
-(TM)s the rules! -

    -œCome on, Carrie, let -(TM)s go inside and watch TV or something. - I
tried to pull my friend -(TM)s arm, but of course I couldn -(TM)t get her
to budge.  She was still standing there, pointlessly making her case to the
boys.

    -œBut please -- we -(TM)d really love to see your cool tree-house! -
Here, Cody gave Alicia -(TM)s cousin a horrified glance.   -œIsn -(TM)t
there anything we could do, to let us join your club? -

   My friend was insane, I decided, or terminally bored.  Why would two
seventeen-year-old high school seniors have any interest in the tree-house
of a couple of fourth-graders?  Maybe she was up to something, but I didn
-(TM)t want to stick around to find out what.  I started walking away, then
turned to see Carrie still waiting to hear Jimmy -(TM)s answer.

    -œIsn -(TM)t there some way -- some condition that you could let us in?
- She sounded so earnest, so desperate, but when Carrie looked in my
direction, her teeth flashed in a charmingly cunning smile.

   I actually thought Jimmy was going to turn away.  I figured he was tired
of this game and wanted to go back to playing with Cody.  Instead, the boy
moved closer to Carrie, his pudgy face coming right up to her bosom.

    -œAll right, but first you have to swear you will never tell anybody
about our club.  Not even my cousin, Alicia! -

   I looked at my friend in disbelief, but she only placed one hand over
her heart and raised the other arm.   -œOk, we swear -- -

    -œAnd, - Cody stepped forward to stand by his friend,  -œyou -(TM)ll
have to do whatever we tell you.  Because you -(TM)re different from us --
we -(TM)ll have to treat you different! -

   Now Carrie giggled and said,  -œOh, yes, we agree! -

    -œCarrie! - I exclaimed, watching her hop up and down to show her
enthusiasm.

   Jimmy glanced at me, then back at my friend before gruffly saying, 
-œFine!  Let -(TM)s go! -

   The two boys led us to the largest tree in the backyard.  It must have
been a willow or something like that, with its massive trunk rising up to
the spreading branches above.  There were rectangular wooden blocks nailed
into the bark, apparently good enough for use as hand and footholds. 
Looking up, I could just make out the planks of the platform.  From down
here, the tree-house seemed a lot bigger than I imagined.

    -œWe -(TM)ll go up first, - Jimmy announced.   -œThen, if you girls
still want to be in our secret club, you -(TM)ll have to climb up on your
own. -

   At the thought of scaling such a height, I reached over and squeezed
Carrie -(TM)s arm.  She just smiled and patted me on the shoulder.  Her
eyes danced with excitement.  We watched Alicia -(TM)s cousin and friend
scamper up the side of the tree like squirrels.  Pretty soon, they had
disappeared, lost among the leaves and branches.

    -œYou can come up now, - Cody -(TM)s voice laughed down at us.   -œIf
you girls aren -(TM)t too scared! -

    -œErica, why don -(TM)t you start climbing, - Carrie suggested.  
-œThis way, if you should fall, I -(TM)ll be here to catch you! -

   I must admit, I was more concerned about reaching the tree-house, and
then being left alone with the little monsters.  But I trusted my friend
enough to suppose she would be following soon after.  And the idea that she
was below, ready to lend support, was reassuring.  So I flipped my light
brown hair back and said, Thanks, then placed my sneaker on the first
block.

   It was rather easy going as I lifted myself with my hands, and stepped
up with my other foot.  I -(TM)m pretty light, and the wooden blocks were
solidly secured to the tree trunk.  When I was well off the ground, I
looked back to see Carrie waving at me.  Oh my, I must have climbed a good
ten feet!  And it looked like there was another couple of yards to go.  Now
I was starting to get a little nervous.  I mean, I could still lift myself
forward, but I wondered about getting back down.

   Once my hands found the platform of the tree-house, my head popped
through an opening in the floor.  From here, it was just a matter of
pulling the rest of my body up and sliding over to the other side.  Shaking
leaves out of my hair, I saw that the wood planks were actually quite
sturdy, nestled between the wide branches and bolted down tight.  Alicia
-(TM)s Uncle must have done a hell of a job putting this together.  It was
quite spacious, too, with a light thatched roof placed some six feet above,
which easily cleared the top of my head by ten inches.  Even Carrie would
be able to stand up in here and not feel too cramped.  For the boys, it was
perfect.  I saw that they had set up a table and had some food and drinks
out.  There was a pile of comic books in one corner, along with drawing
paper, pencils and markers, toy vehicles and action figures.  A couple of
flashlights were available on the floor, for when they had sleepovers up
here, I guessed.

    -œErica! - my friend -(TM)s cousin barked at me.  Jimmy and Cody were
sitting pretzel-style near the opposite wall of the tree-house.   -œGo
stand over there in the corner -- -

    -œAnd put your hands on your head! - Cody added.

   I must have been so relieved to not be climbing anymore, that I simply
did as I was told, including locking my fingers atop my soft head of hair.
Of course, in this position, with my arms raised, the bottom of my T-shirt
rode up just a little, exposing my bellybutton.  For some reason, I felt
very embarrassed at that moment.  Oh, please, I wish Carrie would hurry and
get up here!  I had no idea what those two devils might do to me.

   After a few torturous moments of silence, Carrie -(TM)s head emerged
through the opening in the platform.  She looked around with a bemused
expression on her face, then climbed the rest of the way into the
tree-house.  I just stood there, my back to the wall, and fingers entwined
above my head like I was some sort of prisoner.

    -œWhat -(TM)s going on here, - Carrie laughed.   -œAre we playing
Simon Says? -

    -œSure, - Jimmy grunted with arms folded, appearing nothing so much as
an Indian Chief in his tee-pee.   -œAnd Simon Says to go stand over in that
corner. -

   My friend gleefully followed the command, first checking to make sure
she wouldn -(TM)t bump her head on the roof.  I watched as she maneuvered
herself to stand in the corner to my left.  We were separated by maybe
eight feet.  Giggling across at me, she then likewise placed her hands atop
her head.  This also caused Carrie -(TM)s already short shirt to ride up
even further, just below her breasts, revealing more of her sexy tummy. 
The four of us looked at each other, not a word was spoken.  It was kind of
awkward.

    -œNow what do we do with them? - Cody -(TM)s inquiry broke the
silence.

   Jimmy -(TM)s dark glower passed over Carrie and I before he spoke.  
-œSince this is a secret club, there have to be rules. -

    -œYeah, well one of your rules was that girls aren -(TM)t supposed to
be able to join, - I felt the need to point out.

   This clearly made Alicia -(TM)s cousin upset, and he stood up in a huff.
 -œSo now the new rule is, no girls are allowed in -- unless they -(TM)re
in their underwear! -

    -œWhat! - I exclaimed.

   Carrie brought her hand to her mouth coyly, but I saw that she was
grinning.

    -œThat -(TM)s right, - Cody teased.  He obviously thought the idea was
very funny.   -œIf you two want to be members of our club, you have to take
your clothes off! -

   On her own, Carrie sat down on the floor with her legs crossed, and
started unlacing a sneaker.  She wasn -(TM)t wearing any socks.  My friend
looked over at me still standing in the corner, and said,  -œRules are
rules, Erica -- -

    -œBut I don -(TM)t even want to be in their stupid club! - Now I
lowered my hands, spreading my arms emphatically.

    -œIt -(TM)s too late, - Jimmy informed me.   -œYou -(TM)ve already
been up in our tree-house, so that makes you a member.  But because you
-(TM)re a girl, you can -(TM)t dress like us.  So you -(TM)re only allowed
to be wearing your underpants! -

   I just stood there, wondering what was going through the boy -(TM)s
mind. Next semester I would be taking a developmental psychology class, and
supposed this subject might be covered.  But apparently, this was nothing
sexual or erotic for Jimmy and his friend.  I believe Alicia -(TM)s cousin
simply enjoyed bossing around two older girls, and the humiliation was just
part of his bullying.  Meanwhile, Cody was mature enough to only appreciate
the humor of the situation, as he giggled with every mention of the word 
-œunderwear - or  -œunderpants -.  Maybe they were just curious.

   Looking to my side, I saw that Carrie had already discarded her shorts,
and was in the process of peeling off her top.  Once the shirt was removed,
tossed onto the floor of the tree-house, she leaned back on the heels of
her hands -- scantily clad in but a bra and pair of panties!

   The sight of her luscious body had me licking my lips.  I felt my
nipples harden and press against my T-shirt.  Down below, my clit began
poking out from its hood.  I hoped it wouldn -(TM)t be noticeable through
the material of my own moistening panties.  Carrie pulled the long tresses
of her strawberry-blonde hair over her shoulder and said,  -œOk, Erica, now
it -(TM)s your turn -- -

   As if mesmerized by her long legs and all that bare skin, my fingers
started fidgeting with the button on my jeans.  Would I actually go along
with this silly game?  Well, no sooner had I undone the front of my pants,
then I sat down on the floor, kicking off both sneakers.  Next, I quickly
peeled the socks from my feet, tossing them onto the pile of what was
mostly Carrie -(TM)s clothes.

   For a second, I looked toward my friend for some guidance.  She only
smiled and even hooked her thumb inside the waistband of her panties and
let the elastic snap against her tummy.  Oh, that did it for me!  Soon I
was wiggling my butt on the floor, shuffling the jeans down my legs and
completely off my feet.  I sat with my bare legs spread for a moment,
before pulling up my knees in a more modest position.

    -œOK, now what? - I asked, a little breathless.

   The boys looked at Carrie, then to me, still frowning as they evaluated
the two of us dressed only in our underwear.

   But Cody pointed out,  -œHey, Erica, you -(TM)re still wearing your
shirt! -

    -œThat -(TM)s right, - Jimmy announced.   -œYou have to take it off,
just like Carrie did.  Come on, we -(TM)re waiting! -

    -œBut -- but -- - I stammered, my hands gripping tightly the bottom of
my T-shirt.

   Carrie turned toward me, playfully showing off her cleavage.  She
started rubbing the lacey fabric that supported her ample bosom so nicely.
-œWhat -(TM)s the matter, you don -(TM)t want to show us your bra? -

    -œCarrie, - I gasped, unsure of how to continue.   -œI -(TM)m -- I
-(TM)m not wearing a bra! -

   This got a hearty laugh from the boys, especially Cody who was delighted
to hear that forbidden female undergarment mentioned twice aloud. 
Meanwhile, Carrie took this opportunity to reach behind her back, and
unhook her own bra.  My eyes were wide as I watched her slowly slide the
straps down her shoulders, still keeping a forearm tight against her chest!


    -œThere, Erica -- if it will make you feel better, I -(TM)ll pretend I
wasn -(TM)t wearing one either. -

   And with that, she slipped it off her breasts, and threw it toward the
center of the tree-house.  Her one arm was shielding her nipples, and then
she used both hands to cover up her big titties.  Oh my gosh, Carrie was
now totally topless -- in fact, she had on just one piece of clothing; her
skimpy, lacey undies!

   She looked at me with her hazel eyes, making me horny.  Without giving
it another thought, I pulled my T-shirt up and over my head.  I used both
hands to toss it like a basketball onto the growing pile of our clothes. 
Of course, this left me with my perky tits momentarily exposed to the boys.
Blushing, I quickly brought my arms down, cupping a breast in each palm.  I
looked over again, I couldn -(TM)t believe she was sitting there just like
me, half-naked.  Then I turned my face back toward the boys.

    -œAll right, - Jimmy said, satisfied with our condition of dress.  
-œSo now you -(TM)re only wearing your underwear.  I want you to both stand
up, and -- put your backs against each other. -

   My friend and I stood up, since our legs were getting cramped anyway. 
We even moved forward a little, clutching our equally bare breasts.  I felt
the wood planks beneath my feet and toes, hoping I wouldn -(TM)t step on a
splinter.  Near the middle of the tree-fort, Carrie and I turned around,
facing opposite walls.  We each took a small step back until we came in
contact with each other.  The length of her hair tickled my naked back, but
felt nice.  I knew the top of my head must only come up to her neck.  I
felt her curvaceous ass through the material of panties as our butts
touched.

   Cody then asked with child-like innocence,  -œCould you move your arms
out of the way? -

   I didn -(TM)t know what to do!  I mean, I really didn -(TM)t want to
show off my tits like this to Alicia -(TM)s cousin and his friend.  I still
couldn -(TM)t believe that I was standing here right now, dressed in so
little!  But if I was forced to lower my hands, then that meant Carrie
would also --

    -œCome on, - Jimmy growled.   -œBoy, Erica, you don -(TM)t take orders
as good as Carrie! -

   Oh, oh!  She did it!  She must have dropped her arms, and her big bare
breasts were bouncing free!  Mmmm -- that thought sent my tummy quivering.
In fact, right then, I moved my hands to allow my fingers to run down my
stomach.  My nipples sprung out, fully erect.  What a profile that must
have made, as I put my hands at my sides!  I was embarrassed, but very
aroused, knowing Carrie was just as exposed.

   Jimmy told us to face forward again, so that we were next to one
another. I slowly turned my legs, feeling Carrie do the same, even though
this would mean showing the boys everything up top.  When our arms were
side by side, I was tempted to steal a glance to my left, to get a peek at
her wonderful naked breasts.  But I was too humiliated by my own pointy
nipples, and just kept my eyes locked ahead.

    -œHa, ha! - Cody laughed out loud.   -œCarrie -(TM)s got bigger
boobies than Erica! -

   I thought I would die of shame.  Here I was, almost completely nude,
being mocked by an eight-year-old!  My face and body flushed a deep shade
of pink as I struggled with the urge to cover up my tits again.  But I
stood with my chest pushed out, nipples standing proud.

    -œGo ahead, - Jimmy joined in laughing at me.   -œTurn around to face
each other, so you can see how much bigger they are! -

   Well, here was the moment of truth.  I had long been waiting to see
Carrie -(TM)s yummy titties, I just never thought it would be like this. 
Licking my lips, I spun around on my bare heel and looked up at my friend
-(TM)s eyes.  Then my gaze traveled down her face, her chin, her lovely
neck.  I looked straight forward, to behold a wonderful sight --

    -œHi, - she said softly and reached out to flick one of my erect
nipples with a finger.   -œHappy to see me? -

   I was speechless, I think I had to catch my breath.  Her breasts were
beautiful.  They were well-rounded and symmetrical; bouncing juicy globes.
Her pink nipples protruded just a little, but she was not nearly as erect
as I was.  Either she wasn -(TM)t as horny, or she was still having fun.  I
couldn -(TM)t take my eyes off those swelling mounds.  I wanted to grasp
her tits in my hands and squeeze -- but I couldn -(TM)t -- I wouldn -(TM)t
dare do that in front of the boys.  Still, I suddenly had the desire to be
completely naked with her.

    -œI have an idea, - Cody -(TM)s high-pitched voice disturbed my
lustful fantasy.   -œWe could draw pictures of Erica and Carrie.  You know,
Jimmy, like the ones we saw in the art books at the library! -

   Alicia -(TM)s cousin looked around the tree-house kind of bored and
lazily.  He spotted the paper and markers in the corner.  As he got up to
retrieve these items, he only mumbled,  -œYeah, I guess we could do that.
-

   Carrie turned her head to the boys and asked,  -œHow do you want your
models to pose? -

    -œI don -(TM)t know, - Cody only shrugged his shoulders.  The art
classes in the elementary school were clearly not up to this level.

   Then my friend looked at me again, gazing at my body from head to toe,
and placed one of her hands on my shoulder.  With her other hand, she took
me by the wrist and said,  -œErica, bend your knee forward a little, and
try to hold this position. -

   She placed my hand on her belly, just above the crotch of her panties.
My fingers rested lightly on the soft skin beneath her navel.  My other
hand, she had me place on my hip.  Then she brought her other arm onto my
shoulder, gently drawing me closer.  I felt so hot, so horny, drinking in
her voluptuous body.  About five feet over to our sides, Cody and Jimmy sat
on the floor, scribbling in their pads of white parchment.  I suddenly had
a tempting thought.

    -œCody, - I started to ask, turning my head slightly.

    -œHold still! - Jimmy complained.

   Sweetly, I began again,  -œCody -- in those books at the library -- did
those people -- -

    -œIt wasn -(TM)t just any people, - the boy corrected me.   -œThey
were all girls like you and Carrie! -

    -œOK -- did those girls -- were they wearing anything at all? -

   Cody rubbed his nose in thought, paused, then continued to make markings
on his sheet of paper.  Across from him, Jimmy tore out one piece of paper
and was beginning a fresh page.   -œNah -- they didn -(TM)t have no clothes
on. -

    -œOh, - I said while the hand that was on my hip, slipped smoothly
into my panties.   -œThen you wouldn -(TM)t mind if I take these off? -

   I tried to make this sound as innocent and helpful as possible.  After
all, it was Carrie who I wanted to see me naked.  And hopefully she would
follow my lead.  When the boys didn -(TM)t answer, I used my one hand to
tug and pull and slowly peel the material down my legs.  I wondered if
Carrie would assist me, but she only smiled as my bare pussy came into
view, her hands still on my shoulders.  I managed to get the panties below
the curve of my ass, and when they were down to my knees, I shook my thighs
and let them fall the rest of the way to the floor.  Then I kicked my last
article of clothing off my feet and toes.

   I was now standing totally nude in the middle of Alicia -(TM)s cousin
-(TM)s tree-house.  The maneuvering I had to do to loose the panties had
left my legs spread apart, which caused my pink lips to separate.  Carrie
could see my clitoris sticking straight out.

    -œOK, - my friend suddenly said, making me very aware of my sudden
nudity.   -œTime for a new pose! -

   Gripping me by the sides of my arms, Carrie pulled me a little closer,
but then spun me halfway around -- so that I was facing Cody and Jimmy! 
She moved to stand behind me, but kept a hand at each of my elbows, and all
my arms could do were dangle.  This left me with everything totally
exposed, from my poor aching nipples to my shaved little pussy.  I closed
my eyes, knowing that there was nothing left to the imagination.  The boys
tore off a piece of drawing paper, and started scratching anew.

   I felt Carrie release her hold on me, though at this point I made no
effort to cover up my nude body.  Over my shoulder, I could hear her shift
from one foot to the other, shuffling something down her legs.  Just then,
I opened my eyes, and watched as what had to be her panties were thrown,
sailing over my head.  They landed on the floor, not too far from the pile
of the rest of our clothes.  Oh my, she was now completely naked behind me!
Oh, oh -- we were both so naked right now!  My pussy tingled, and I really
wanted to stroke my clit right then and there.  I also wanted to turn
around and see Carrie for myself.  But she quickly placed her hands on my
hips and stepped in closer so that her breasts squished against my bare
back.  And I felt something warm, soft and downy brush the crack of my ass.
I guess my friend had a nice little tuft of pubic hair!

    -œLet -(TM)s draw pictures of their butts! - Jimmy suggested quite
rudely, as if he was bored with my display of full frontal nudity.

   I immediately complied, hoping to catch Carrie off guard and get a look
at her pussy.  But her long legs moved in step with mine, and soon I was
watching her golden-red tresses cascade down her back.  However, I did drop
my gaze to stare for a moment at her gorgeous ass.  It was so full and
curvy -- like her large breasts, I just wanted to reach out and grab a
handful!  Oh my, but all I could do was bring my arms up and pinch my own
nipples.

    -œCould you two stand next to each other again? - Cody asked, wanting
to get a look at Carrie -(TM)s butt as well.  I don -(TM)t think he would
appreciate it the way I did.

   We did as instructed, and my naked friend and I were soon staring ahead
at the wall, while the boys scribbled interpretations of our posteriors. 
Shoulder to shoulder, Carrie looked over at me with a secret smile.  With
my hands still hovering over my breasts, my lower body was completely
vulnerable for contact.  She reached an arm across and started touching my
tummy with her fingers.  Our backs and bare asses were to the fourth-grade
artists, and this left her free to get into some mischief.  Soon, her
fingers wandered further south, and Carrie was stroking my bald pussy.

    -œOoooh -- Ah -- Please don -(TM)t make me cum, - I whispered even as
I parted my legs.  Her middle finger flicked my clit, then darted inside
me.  -œOh, yes!  No!  Please -- don -(TM)t do this -- in front -- of them!
-

   Carrie withdrew her hand, just as I felt I was about to have an orgasm.
That was close, but oh so frustrating.  I was breathing heavily, but
remained in this position.  I hoped the boys didn -(TM)t wonder about my
labia hanging down and clearly visible from behind.  Or the wetness running
down my legs due to my heightened state of arousal.  Fortunately, as I
recovered from my near embarrassing climax, I heard the boys scramble to
their feet and start walking away from us, to the other side of the
tree-house.

   I self-consciously turned around, draping my arms over my tits and
pussy. Still turned-on, I couldn -(TM)t help but feel ashamed that my
friend had been masturbating me, and nearly brought me to orgasm.  I looked
over at her deliciously nude body, but she had also placed a strategic hand
over her bush.  As she walked forward, her butt jiggled seductively, and I
had to stop from fingering myself.  Instead, I quickened my steps, bare
feet padding across the wooden planks to stand at her side.

   Jimmy and Cody laughed at us, greatly amused by the two naked
seventeen-year-olds in their tree-house.  I couldn -(TM)t speak for Carrie,
but if they only knew how horny I was!  Then Jimmy pointed and said, 
-œThere -- we -(TM)ve laid out our artwork for you to admire. -

    -œKind of like the art galleries they have in school, - Cody piped in.


   The boys stepped aside, allowing us to continue to shuffle forward,
still clutching our private parts.  They didn -(TM)t have anything to hang
the drawings on the wall, the papers were just spread across the floor. 
This meant Carrie and I had to hunch down a little and bend over to get a
good look at the pieces of paper.  And that must have given the boys a good
look at our bare behinds!  But they made no comments, and I supposed we
were soon forgotten.  So I too ignored Jimmy and Cody, and concentrated on
their artwork.

   Jimmy really didn -(TM)t put much effort into his drawings.  They were
little better than stick figures.  Actually, the ones that said  -œErica -
were pretty much simple lines.  I noticed that he gave  -œCarrie - nice
big balloons for breasts.  Sneaking a quick peek, I saw the real things
hanging down in her arms, but her hand was still between her legs.  Then I
turned my attention to the drawings Cody had made, and saw he had been more
detailed, maybe even talented.  His version of Carrie had long yellow hair,
and of course large circular breasts, but they were not oversized.  Her
facial features were done quite well, for an eight-year-old.  My face came
out pretty good too, I guess.  It was kind of embarrassing because anyone
could recognize that these pictures were supposed to be my friend and me.
Although I noticed on my chest, Cody had made two little markings that must
have been my nipples.  And there between my legs on the paper, he had drawn
what looked like a little pinky sticking out of my hairless crotch.  Oh my
goodness, the boy had drawn my clit!  I now used my fingers to spread apart
my vulva, and sure enough, the nub of my clit poked out like a third
nipple. How humiliating!

    -œHey, guys, these are not bad, - Carrie said cheerfully.  She turned
around with one hand placed in front of her pussy, and the other arm
somehow concealing just the nipples of her breasts.   -œUm, Erica -- -

    -œWhat? - I asked, looking to my side.  I was really tempted to give
her a pat on the ass.

   I noticed that she let her one arm drop to the side, though still kept
her pussy covered.   -œErica -- They -(TM)re gone. -

    -œWhat -- who, Jimmy and Cody? - I stood up, letting my own arms fall,
exposing my entire naked body.   -œGood.  We can get dressed and get down
from this tree! -

    -œNo, - Carrie said as she pulled me by the hand toward the middle of
the floor.   -œOur clothes are gone.  Everything -- I think Alicia -(TM)s
cousin took them when he and his friend left! -

   Oh no!  Now we were stuck up in Jimmy -(TM)s tree-house, and we were
both completely nude!  I had no idea how we could get down.  Turning my
head, I saw there was not a scrap of clothing to be found.  Those boys had
taken our sneakers and shirts, our pants and shorts, and both our
underwear. Pacing around the area, my nipples were quivering, still long
and hard.  I faced my body toward Carrie, but she didn -(TM)t appear to
have any answers.  I walked back to stand in front of my friend, who only
kept one hand covering her pussy hair.

    -œSo now what do we do, - I asked, exasperated, my own hands on my
hips.

   Carrie just smiled wickedly and lifted a finger to brush my chin.  
-œWell -- it -(TM)s pretty quiet up here.  We could always make out -- -

   I stood there silent, struck by the very thought.  Here I was, stranded
in a tree-house with my buxom friend totally naked -- this was perfect! 
Our eyes locked as she moved her hand to gently stroke the side of my face,
tracing the edge of my ear.  Her fingers came to rest behind my head,
weaving through my hair, and she pulled me closer.  Our faces were just and
inch apart, our noses touched, then our lips met.

   We kissed passionately, with my tongue finding hers and dancing inside
her mouth.  I held onto her waist while Carrie -(TM)s other hand tweaked
and pulled my nipple.  Oh, this was so hot!  I pressed my body into hers,
standing on my toes to feel our pussies grind together.  Her soft, fleecy
pubic hair washed over my smooth mound.  Now our breasts touched, and it
was electric -- the sensation of her pink nipples rising to brush against
my own.  We rubbed our bodies together as I clenched the roundness of her
bare ass.  She let me kiss her face and her neck, and lick between her
titties.  I let her finger my clitoris, moaning in absolute ecstasy!

    -œAh -- Oh, yes!  Oh, yes! - I called out, when Carrie sank to her
knees so that she could lick my pussy.  My hands rested on her head as she
plunged her tongue between the folds of my snatch.  Then my friend rocked
backward onto the floor, laying completely on her back.  With her arms, she
lowered me on top of her body, breasts crushing together as we kissed
again.

    -œMmmm -- Carrie, let -(TM)s do a 69, - I suggested, even as I
repositioned myself so that my crotch was directly above her mouth.  Her
tongue teasingly flicked my labia as for the first time, I was able to
appreciate her naked lower body.  Straddling her face, I rubbed both my
hands down her belly, pausing only to let my fingers twirl around her
golden bush.  I bent down my head, to take a nice long inhale of her pussy.
Then, feeling her spread apart my butt cheeks, I began patting her vulva,
searching for her clitoris.  Just as I was about to take a mouthful of
blonde carpet, she stopped me with a poke in the ass.

    -œWait, Erica -- not yet! -

   I continued to stroke her pussy, even slipping a finger inside her, but
turned my head to ask,  -œOh, Carrie -- why not? -

   She gently pushed my bare legs off her chest so that she could sit up
again.   -œI want you to do something for me. -

    -œOh, what -(TM)s that? - I turned myself around and scooted forward
to sit in her lap.  Our pussy lips were so close, they touched, and I
juggled her tits in my hands as I gave her a kiss.

   Carrie returned the kiss sweetly, then said,  -œI want you to shave me.
Completely.  When my pussy is as bald as yours, I -(TM)ll let you eat me
out. -

    -œI kind of like your fuzz, - I admitted to my friend.   -œBut when
did you want to do this? -

    -œRight now! - Carrie laughed excitedly.  She jumped to her feet and
pulled me up afterward.

   I looked around nervously, still overheated, half-expecting to see that
Jimmy and Cody caught us playing with each other in their tree-house! 
Self-consciously, my hand clamped over my pink pussy.  Of course, there
wasn -(TM)t anybody else up here.  It was just us completely naked
seventeen-year-old girls.  Still, I kept myself covered as I crept along
with my friend.

    -œCarrie -- we can -(TM)t go down there like -- this! -

   What a sight my friend was, bending over the opening in the floor, which
caused her lower lips to stick out from behind.  She stayed in this
position, hands on her knees, but turned her head to face me.   -œSure we
can, Erica.  It -(TM)s not like they haven -(TM)t seen our naked bodies! 
And besides, we are supposed to be looking after them. -

    -œYes, - I said,  -œbut not in the nude -- -

    -œI don -(TM)t see how we have much choice.  Come on, it will be fun!
- And with that, Carrie proceeded to drop her legs down the hole between
the wooden planks, the rest of her bare form following after.

   This was crazy!  It was hard enough to believe we let a couple of fourth
graders steal all our clothes.  I guess the only thing to do was to
confront the boys.  So I spun myself around, and gingerly lowered my feet
until they found the first block of wood nailed into the side of the tree.
My arms supported my weight as I descended further, toes reaching for the
next block.  Now I remembered that on my climb up here, I had clung tightly
to the trunk.  This time it was a bit different climbing down, completely
naked.  The gnarled bark was caressing my most sensitive pink parts; my
pussy brushed against the grain of wood as I continued lower and lower. 
The wind blew gently over my skin.

   About halfway down, I looked at the green grass below me and froze.  My
fingers gripped the handhold in front of my face, but I felt my legs go
weak.  I shut my eyes, picturing the image in my mind of me trapped on the
side of the tree -- totally nude, like some forest nymph!

    -œCarrie! - I called down to my friend.   -œI don -(TM)t think I can
move -- -

    -œDon -(TM)t worry, Erica, I -(TM)ll come up and get you. - I heard my
naked friend answer below.

   She must have climbed back up, because suddenly I felt her touch on my
bare calf.  I didn -(TM)t know how she planned to help me, but it was
comforting to have her so near.  Following her instructions, I slowly moved
my legs farther apart as I hung onto the handhold for dear life.  Then
Carrie pulled herself a little higher, letting one hand rub the back of my
leg.  Soon, her head must have been directly beneath my butt.

    -œHold on tight, Erica - she said devilishly, and then started to eat
out my ass!  My clit swelled up immediately, as Carrie licked up all my
juices, her tongue bathing my labia from behind.  She paused suddenly to
ask,  -œDo you like that? -

    -œMmmm hmmmm, - I moaned, grinding my pussy into the tree.

    -œWell, there -(TM)s more where that came from, once you join me back
on the ground! -

   And just like that, Carrie scurried away, dropping to her bare feet on
the grass below.  I glanced past my shoulder and saw her flop onto her
back, brazenly spreading her legs open wide.  She even started to rub her
own pussy, further enticing me.  I was so horny then, and her ministrations
had certainly loosened me up, that I had no problem to lower myself down to
the base of the tree.

   My legs trembled a little, but I hurried over to where my friend lay
prone on the ground.  I was eager to softly rub her golden bush with my
toes.  As soon as I approached, however, Carrie jumped to her feet, her
bare breasts bouncing.

    -œWait, Erica.  We had better check on the boys first - she said.  And
just like that, she placed a hand discreetly in front of her pussy and
started marching toward the house.

   I really wasn -(TM)t keen on letting Jimmy and Cody see me exposed this
way, again.  My eyes followed the naked ass of my friend, and I found
myself calling out,  -œWait up, Carrie! -

   With an arm slung over my chest and my own fingers covering my vulva, I
jogged to catch up with her.  What a sight we must have been, two utterly
nude young girls in Alicia -(TM)s Aunt -(TM)s backyard!  When we reached
the back door of the house, I gulped dreading the further humiliation.  My
hands still clutched my body.  But I saw that Carrie didn -(TM)t even
bother to cover her breasts, she felt that her womanhood was all that need
be concealed to maintain some decency.  She smiled at me, then with her
free hand, reached out to open the door.

   It was so embarrassing entering the house like this, knowing that a
couple of eight-year-olds were hiding somewhere with all our clothes.  They
had outsmarted us, and now they were about to see our bare bodies for the
second time today.  At the same time, the shame was also arousing to me,
and I absently started grazing my swollen pussy lips with a finger.  My
condition wasn -(TM)t helped by the fact that Carrie was equally unclothed,
revealing everything to my eyes except her blonde fleece below.  The only
thing was, she didn -(TM)t seem unnerved by the situation.

    -œLet -(TM)s check the den, - my busty friend suggested.

   I only nodded and followed her lead.  My feet stepped in time with hers,
right on her heels and staying so close behind, I could smell the fragrance
of her hair.  We walked down a hallway before coming to the open space in
the wall, where a couple of steps led to the den.  Here, Carrie moved a
little further away from me and to the side.  We were now totally out in
the open of the room as our bare feet crossed the carpet.

    -œHey boys, - Carrie announced our presence, one hand resting on her
nude hip, the other still shielding her pussy.

   Jimmy and Cody had set up a video game consol in front of the large
screen TV, and they were clearly surprised to see us.

    -œWhat -- what are you two doing down here? - Cody squeaked.

   His friend also had a look of shock on his face as he turned around.  
-œI didn -(TM)t think you girls would follow us into the house!  Aren
-(TM)t you embarrassed -- -~cause you don -(TM)t have any clothes on? -

   Carrie only laughed and squeezed one of her bare breasts.   -œNah -- you
-(TM)ve already seen everything we got.  It -(TM)s no big deal.  Right,
Erica? -

    -œUm -- - I stammered.  What was she doing, trying some reverse
psychology on this obnoxious boy?  I could only shift from one foot to the
other, conscious of their roaming eyes on my nubile body.  My arms and
hands tensed, trying to keep everything covered.

   I think Jimmy sensed my discomfort, and with that, sensed an opportunity
to gain the upper hand.   -œYeah -- well, then why is Erica holding herself
all funny-like? -

    -œIt looks like she -(TM)s trying to give herself a hug -- - Cody
giggled.

   Carrie, not about to concede any ground, turned to me and said,  -œYou
heard them, Erica.  Let -(TM)s show them were not afraid.  Move your hands
out of the way. -

   Silently I shook my head, no.  But Carrie -(TM)s eyes flashed and then
her lips parted to reveal her charming smile.  I really had no choice but
to take a deep breath and let my hands fall to my sides.

   Uncovered, my nipples sprung out fully erect.  I knew that my clitoris
was also erect, though thankfully obscured by folds of skin.  Still, shaven
as I was, an experienced eye would have no difficulty spying my little
button poking out from the top of my puffed out pussy lips.  Looking over
at my friend, I saw that of course, she had remained with one hand resting
on top of her pussy.  This made me all the more aroused, and all the more
humiliated to realize that I was the only one standing here completely
naked, with everything on display!

   At last, Jimmy grunted, apparently satisfied that wewere indeed brave
enough to climb down from the tree-house and enter the home of his Aunt,
even if we were stark nude.  After staring at me for a while longer, he
then said,  -œWell, I guess we don -(TM)t need to give you back your
clothes! -

    -œWhat? - I exclaimed, then whirled around in frustration, giving the
boys a nice look at my bare butt.   -œCarrie!  They can -(TM)t be serious
-- you -(TM)re not going to let them keep us naked! -

   As much as I wanted to, I refrained from hiding my pink bits.  My friend
only insisted,  -œLet them keep our clothes.  You know you don -(TM)t mind
running around like this. -

   I didn -(TM)t know what she was talking about, but I had to play along
or else make Carrie look like a liar.  But it was so embarrassing, how
could the boys not see me blushing from head to toe, when I turned around
again with everything on show.  Not only was I completely naked, I was
shamed to admit, I was also so hot and aroused.

    -œBesides, - Carrie continued,  -œWe have some washing up to do.  Now
you boys stay in here and play your games.  Erica and I will be back to
check on you.  Come on, Erica -- -

   My eyes were locked straight ahead, and Jimmy and Cody were clearly
fascinated by my total nudity.  I almost didn -(TM)t hear what she said,
but then felt Carrie tugging my arm.

    -œCome -- on -- Erica!  We have some business to take care of in the
bathroom. -

   I inclined my head toward my friend.   -œHuh?  Oh, yes!  Of course! -

   Her fingers entwined around mine, and next thing I knew we were skipping
hand in hand out of the room, our naked butts bouncing.  I heard the two
boys laughing behind us, although we were soon back in the hallway,
following the corridor until it reached the bathroom.

    -œOK, Erica, soap me up! - Carrie said as I closed the door upon
entering, standing in all her full frontal glory.

   I did a quick search around the sink and medicine cabinet for the
supplies I would need.   -œWait, Carrie.  First, I should snip away some of
the excess hair, then we can use a razor for the rest. - I paused, taking
a pair of grooming scissors in my hand.   -œAre you sure about this?  Do
you really want to -- to take it all off? -

   My naked friend was bent over the tub, filling a basin with warm water.
-œOh, yes!  I want to be so smooth, as bald as a baby!  That -(TM)s the
only way for you to taste my pussy. -

   Well, that had my mouth watering.  So I asked Carrie to stand perfectly
still, as I positioned myself in front of her.  On my way down to examine
her crotch, I could not resist taking one of her teats in my mouth and
sampling a nipple.

    -œOoooh, - Carrie purred delightfully, and stroked her other nipple
with her free hand.   -œErica, you had better keep your mind on your
handiwork! -

   I smiled up at my friend, then proceeded to lower myself until I was
eye-level with her fuzzy vulva.  With the small scissors, I clipped away
the blonde curly pubic hair.  I occasionally rubbed my hand over her mound,
testing the length of the strands, shortening them to the point that only a
razor could be used.  Already, I could see her pussy lips were engorged,
and her clitoris was starting to emerge.  I was tempted to have myself a
little lick, but she was not cleaned up yet.

    -œAll right, Carrie, now I -(TM)m going to put the lather on you. - I
said, motioning her to bring me the basin now filled with soft, foamy soap.


   Then, with my both hands holding the bowl and lower body completely
vulnerable, my naughty friend started stroking and fingering my pussy!

    -œWhat -- oh!  What are you doing? - I gasped.

   Carrie laughed and asked unnecessarily,  -œAre you turned on, shaving me
like this? -

    -œMmmm, hmmm -- - I moaned.

    -œGood, Erica!  Because I want you to be completely aroused as you take
off all my hair. -

   Well, I didn -(TM)t need to look down to know that my pink lips were
parted and my clit was sticking straight out, it was so erect.  And I was
embarrassed to be seen in such a condition, even though Carrie was equally
nude.

   Standing in the bathtub, I took a moment to catch my breath, then
applied the tick lather to my friend -(TM)s tummy and legs and pussy.  Her
body felt so good beneath my hands, I know I must have been leaking juices.
My nipples were rock hard.  Still, with a steady hand I managed to take the
razor and start scraping just below her belly button.  Despite how horny I
was, I stayed focused on Carrie -(TM)s crotch, which was just inches from
my face.  This in turn, only made me hotter.

   Several strokes later, I had carefully removed the last of the fuzz that
sprouted along her pussy lips.  My hand brushed over her vulva, but there
was only soap and pink skin to touch.  I did use this opportunity to slip a
finger into her wet smooth slit.  And then Carrie was reaching for the
detachable showerhead, rinsing the suds off her body.  I stood back to
admire my work.

    -œOooh, that looks nice, - I said.   -œLet me have another feel! -

   As I approached my friend, we met in an embrace, my hand massaging her
bald pussy.  Sharing a kiss, I continued to fondle her labia and began to
finger Carrie -(TM)s clit.  She reached out and tweaked my nipples, causing
me to groan with desire.  But I would be frustrated once more, when she
broke our lip lock and proceeded to climb out of the tub.  After drying off
with a towel, she turned to me and pointed down at her shaved mound.

    -œWant to rub some baby oil on my pussy? -

    -œSure! - I said with glee, stepping out of the tub and taking the
bottle of lotion she handed me.  I squirted the clear gel onto my fingers,
then began rubbing my friend on the sensitive skin I had just shaved. 
Carrie was so smooth, it was unbelievable!  I knew I was blushing as I
started playing with myself right in front of her.

   My friend giggled and took a step back.   -œOK, Erica -- I think you did
pretty good job.  I feel so bare down there! -

   I could only nod as my gaze wandered down the length of her long legs,
to her cute bare toes, then back up to her now bald pussy.  Oh my goodness,
Carrie was so naked!

    -œCome on, - she said suddenly, walking past me to open the bathroom
door.   -œLet -(TM)s see if the boys notice -- -

    -œYou can -(TM)t be serious! - I mean, we could have grabbed towels to
cover ourselves, but Carrie only smiled and stepped totally nude into the
hallway.  More to myself, I said,  -œThey -(TM)ll think we like being naked
-- -

    -œAnd remember, Erica, no covering.  We have to show Jimmy and Cody
that their plan didn -(TM)t work. -

   I blushed at the thought that I would be showing them everything.  What
-(TM)s worse, as the pink flush of my embarrassment and arousal spread over
my body, my nipples stiffened, fully erect.  And watching Carrie -(TM)s
curvaceous bare behind only made my clit stick out even further.  It was so
obvious how horny I was!Still, I followed my friend through the house,
neither of us wearing any clothes.

   When we returned to the den, the boys were still playing their video
game.  Carrie and I walked up right behind them, standing side by side.  My
blonde friend confidently put her hands on her hips, her big breasts
bouncing free.  I was less sure of myself and simply stood with arms
dangling, although my legs were nicely parted.  I was horrified to realize
my juicy labia were just hanging out, but there was nothing I could do.

    -œHey boys, - Carrie finally said after more moments passed of us
being ignored.

   Jimmy and Cody reluctantly peeled their eyes away from the television
set.  Looking over their shoulders, they seemed to do a double take at
seeing us standing there stark naked.  Jimmy grunted,  -œOh -- you -(TM)re
back.  Shouldn -(TM)t you two be hiding? -

    -œWhat were you doing in there for so long, - Cody asked, recalling
the place we had gone.

    -œUm, - I answered quickly, which drew the fourth grader -(TM)s eyes
to my bare chest.   -œCarrie had to take a bath -- -

    -œYup, all clean! - Carrie giggled and made a flourish with her hand
that encompassed her nude body.

    -œI guess if you -(TM)re not wearing any clothes, - Cody observed, 
-œyou can take a bath any time. -

   A little frustrated, my brazen friend shifted her feet further apart, as
if trying to focus their attention on her pussy.   -œDo you notice anything
different? -

   The boys looked at us in annoyed silence for a moment before Jimmy
remarked,  -œI don -(TM)t know -- you both don -(TM)t have anything down
there. -

    -œCarrie, - I reminded my friend,  -œYou kept your hand over yourself
all day, and I don -(TM)t think they saw your pubic hair.  Now you and I
look the same, completely shaved. -

    -œOh, I guess so. - She said, a little disappointed.  Then, creeping
behind me, she called over my shoulder,  -œYou know, boys, the other thing
that is good about being naked is that I can show you both how -- ticklish
-- Erica is! -

   And suddenly, Carrie began running her fingers up the cheeks of my ass,
causing a delightful sensation all over my body.

    -œOh!  Please -- st-stop that! -

    -œVery ticklish on her butt, - Carrie pointed out.   -œAnd under her
arms -- -

   I laughed and squirmed beneath her touch, my tiny tits bouncing and
their long nipples quivering.  Jimmy and Cody also laughed, enjoying my
humiliation as I danced on my bare toes.  I pleaded with my friend for no
more, but she only ran her hand over my stomach.

    -œCan you guess where else Erica hates to be tickled? -

   Cody was starting to get into this new game now, and eagerly raised his
hand.   -œOn her feet? -

    -œHmmm, - Carried paused, which allowed me to catch my breath.  This
was so embarrassing -- I was naked and being tickled in front of two
eight-year-olds!  But my devilish friend would not let up.   -œOK, Erica,
please lie down on the carpet. -

   I don -(TM)t know why I did as I was told.  Maybe I thought I would
escape further tickling on my rear end.  Quickly I sat down on my butt,
then lowered my back to the comfortable floor of the den.  I brought up my
knees modestly, and for the first time since we had entered the house, I
clasped both my hands over my pussy.

   Immediately, Carrie was displeased.   -œNo, no -- lower your legs all
the way to the ground, so that your heels are on the carpet and your toes
are sticking straight up.  And move your arms extended all the way out on
either side! -

   I could not resist when she spoke so sweetly.  Very soon, I was lying on
the carpet in the den of Alicia -(TM)s Aunts house, spread eagle.  I stared
up at the ceiling knowing that there was nothing hiding the view of my bare
pink slit.  My nipples poked skyward a full inch.  Swallowing a lump of
fear and excitement, I waited to hear what she would say next.

    -œNow Jimmy and Cody, I want you to each kneel on either side of Erica.
I -(TM)m going to see how ticklish she is on the bottom of her feet, but
she might try to move around a bit.  I want you boys to gently, but firmly,
hold down her arms -- -

   I turned my head to see them get up from their video game, and the
unobstructed view they had of my spread pussy, and walk over to kneel by my
arms.  I whimpered,  -œCarrie -- no! -

    -œOh, it -(TM)ll be all right, - she reassured me.   -œBoys, you can
only hold onto her arms.  Don -(TM)t touch any other part of Erica -(TM)s
body. -

   And they carefully did as Carrie said; maybe a little nervous at first.
But these two were used to rough-housing and playing physical games.  Soon,
each one had a nice grip on my wrists and forearms.  I turned my head to
look at them with my big brown eyes, seeing them in return look down the
length of my totally naked body.  Then Carrie herself moved around to stand
directly between my feet.  I lifted my neck a little, and was mesmerized by
the revealing sight of all her curves, her swelling breast, and her shiny
new hairless pussy.  Her lips were closed, giving her a cute camel toe, but
I know mine were open like a flower as she knelt down before me.

    -œOooh -- ha, ha!  Oh, stop it, Carrie! -

   My friend had reached down and was running her fingers up both soles of
my feet.  I wriggled a little, the carpet feeling really nice on my behind,
but did not break free of the boys -(TM) hold.  More tickling from Carrie
caused me to arch my back and buck my hips, as a most unwelcome sensation
crept into my nether regions.  And then, Carrie scooted forward a bit, her
large breasts dangling, as she started stroking my calf and bare shins.

    -œWhat -- what are you doing? - I asked between spurts of laughter.

    -œI -(TM)m tickling your legs, Erica - and indeed, her fingers lightly
brushed up to my knees, then started tickling beneath.

    -œOh, oh -- ha, ha!  Please -- don -(TM)t go any further! -

   But Carrie only smiled and was soon touching my naked thighs.  This
brought yelps of pleasure from me, but horrifying, also small moans of
desire.  I wasn -(TM)t sure I could contain myself, as she stroked inside
my leg.  I kicked my feet on the floor in frustration, and my friend
brushed her fingers tantalizingly close to my pussy lips.

   She paused and looked playfully at Jimmy and Cody.   -œWhere do you
think Erica is most ticklish? -

   In reply, Carrie started touching my pussy, causing my erect clit to
stick out from its hood.  This, she flicked back and forth, and rubbed the
small nub between her thumb and forefinger!  Then she resumed her tickle
assault all over my shaved vulva.

    -œPlease -- stop -- Carrie, you -(TM)re making me -- don -(TM)t make me
cum -- - A huge orgasm was building inside me.   -œPlease -- I don -(TM)t
want to cum in front of them! -

   Confused, Cody asked,  -œCome in front of us?  But you -(TM)re already
here! -

   I ignored the boy and bit my lip, trying to hold back a very humiliating
climax.  Meanwhile, under the guise of playful teasing, Carrie continued to
openly play with my pussy.  I mean, why didn -(TM)t she just take something
and insert it inside me!  Oh, I shouldn -(TM)t think such thoughts, which
brought me closer to the edge -- I knew I was right about to cum.  And it
would be wet and messy, my juices squirting all over the carpet.  How would
I explain that to the boys?  They would think I peed myself --

    -œAaahh -- Aahh.. - I thrust my hips up, lifting my pubic mound into
Carrie -(TM)s furiously circling fingers.

   Suddenly there came the sound of a car horn, the vehicle pulling up
outside in the driveway.  I was aware of Jimmy and Cody releasing their
hold on my arms, jumping to their feet.  They nearly bolted from the den,
not wanting to get caught with two naked seventeen-year-old girls!  Carrie
also jumped to her toes, causing her bare tits to bounce wildly.  I
remained on the floor, laying in a very prone position, my body weak from
being brought so close to a massive orgasm.

   Before the boys could dash from the room, my friend called out,  -œJimmy
-- is that your Aunt -(TM)s car? -

   Just as she slung her arms over her breasts and draped a hand over her
bald pussy, who should come bounding into the den, but our friend Alicia. I
was slowly getting to my feet, when we all stopped and everyone looked at
each other.

    -œWhat -(TM)s going on here? - Alica gasped, though a smile played at
the corner of her mouth.   -œWhy are you two stark raving naked! -

    -œIt wasn -(TM)t our fault, - Jimmy cried like the big baby he was,
beneath his bully faÃ§ade.   -œThey made us do it.  Carrie and Erica took
off all their clothes -- your friends are weird! -

   Alicia only shook her head, but turned to the two boys,  -œGo on and
find somewhere else to play. -

   Still a little dizzy, I watched the fourth graders exit the room, off to
some other part of the house to wonder what just happened.  I didn -(TM)t
think to cover myself immediately, letting everything show.  The signs of
my arousal were apparent.  My whole body was flushed and pink, nipples rock
hard and pussy lips puffed out.

    -œI can -(TM)t leave you two alone anymore, can I? - Alicia walked
between us, eyeing our total nudity.   -œYou know, I don -(TM)t even want
to know.  But I -(TM)m guessing my cousin and his friend ran off with all
your clothes, and now you have no way to get dressed. -

   In the company of our friend, Carrie lowered her arms and said,  -œYeah
that -(TM)s true -- but it allowed Erica the opportunity to shave me! -

   Carrie proudly displayed her new hairless crotch to Alicia, even spread
her pink lips a little.  For the first time, I noticed that her nipples
were quite erect -- long eraser-head like protrusions atop her large fleshy
globes.  She was getting turned on by being caught naked!  I licked my lips
and started to rub my pussy.

    -œWell, you can -(TM)t stay here like this, - Alicia laughed.   -œMy
aunt is coming up the driveway with some packages.  I have to take the car
now, up to school to drop off my report.  You naughty girls go out the back
door and meet me out front.  I -(TM)m going to have to take your bare asses
with me! -

   I put my other hand shyly on top of my nude pussy.   -œOooh, Alicia --
you -(TM)re not going to drive with us in your car, completely undressed?
-

    -œWould you rather stay here and explain to my Aunt why you were
running around naked in front of her son and his friend? - She answered
the question with a slap on my butt.   -œOut you two go, now! -

   Well, what could we do?  Carrie and I jogged back through the house, our
nubile bodies jiggling, and soon we were opening the back door to step
outside totally nude.  The sun was shining down, warm on my skin.  As my
feet crossed over the grass in the yard, blades tickled between my toes. 
For the first time, I noticed what an effect this excitement was having on
my friend.  Peering around the corner of the house to make sure it was
safe, from behind I could see Carrie -(TM)s pussy lips puff out as she bent
down a little.  When she turned around completely, her shaved vulva was
nicely opening up and she caught me staring at her rock hard nipples.

    -œWow, - she giggled, squeezing her own breasts.   -œThis is so hot!
We -(TM)re going to have to make a run for Alicia -(TM)s car -- are you
ready? -

   I simply nodded at my friend, mesmerized by her complete nudity.  Then
she turned her ass toward me, and sprinted around the side of the house. 
Caught up in the moment, I didn -(TM)t think to cover up anything, but
followed right after her.  Carrie reached the empty car parked in the
driveway first, and she opened the door to slip inside.  I stood there,
waiting for her to let me in.  Instead, she only stuck her tongue out and
motioned for me to get in on the other side.  Foolishly, I started to walk
around the back of the car -- just when I stood in full view from street
that crossed in front of Alicia -(TM)s Aunt -(TM)s house, a truck drove by
and honked at the sight of my bare body!  This was so embarrassing, I
thought to myself, hurrying to reach the other passenger door that Carrie
opened for me.

    -œNice show, - she teased me once I had climbed into the back seat
with her.

   Still breathing heavy, and flushed from head to toe, I said,  -œNow what
do we do?  Is Alicia really going to drive us up to the school like this,
in the middle of the day? -

    -œOooh, I think so.  I mean, she can -(TM)t parade us around here in
front of Jimmy -(TM)s mom! - Carrie was sitting with her legs spread
apart, and she started touching her pussy.   -œHow exciting! -

    -œHow humiliating! - I shuddered at the thought of arriving on the
school property completely naked.

   My friend turned slightly on her side and reached over to massage my
left breast, taking a very erect nipple between her thumb and forefinger. 
-œOh my, Erica -- you can -(TM)t tell me this isn -(TM)t turning you on! -


   Shifting my body, I faced Carrie and our heads drew closer.  I thought
we were about to share an intimate kiss.  Suddenly, the driver -(TM)s side
door opened, startling me, and Alicia climbed behind the wheel.

    -œWell you two look comfortable back there, - our high-school friend
laughed at us.  Then she started to adjust the rearview mirror.   -œErica,
I want you to open your legs all the way apart.  Put one foot against the
door, and stretch your other leg over Carrie -(TM)s lap. -

   Even as I positioned my legs as instructed, I tried to protest.   -œBut
-- why?  Now you can see -- everything! -

    -œI had a quick chat with Jimmy and Cody.  They told me that in the
tree house, you took off your underwear on your own.  You were the one who
got all naked. -

   Oh no, how embarrassing!  And now Alicia had me with my pussy on full
display; my lips were separated and clitoris was sticking out in plain
view.

    -œSo this is your punishment, - Alicia continued,  -œfor being such a
naughty little girl.  You will sit like that for the entire trip up to
school.  My goodness, Erica, even in the mirror I can see your clit!  Is it
true, Carrie, that objects may appear bigger than they actually are? -

   Carrie had been rubbing my foot and bare leg lying over her thighs, but
now she reached with her hand to stroke my little button.   -œI don -(TM)t
know, Alicia -- it -(TM)s pretty swollen. -

    -œMmmm --.  ahhhh! - I purred, squeezing my own titties at her touch.

    -œOk, girls, hang on! -Alicia called out, readjusting the rearview
mirror and pulling out of the driveway.

   As we hit the road and started driving forward, my body jerked a little,
causing Carrie to cup my pussy full in her hand.  She used her other hand
to pull the long blonde hair out of her face, then bent down to suckle on
my tit.  It was amazing how she licked and played with the nipple using her
tongue.  At the same time, she continued to tickle my labia and then
inserted her finger in my wet pussy.

    -œOh, yes!  Oh, yes! - I cried out in pleasure.

   Alicia only laughed as she made her way down the neighborhood streets.
She was the only one wearing any clothes, while her two naked
seventeen-year-old friends masturbated in the back seat.

    -œRemember, Erica, you have to keep your legs all the way apart, -
Carrie reminded me.  She used the palm of her hand to caress my body,
rubbing circles down my stomach and vulva, then lower to feel my inner
thigh.  My friend dropped to her knees on the floor of the car and moved
closer so that she was more or less in front of me.  I placed my hands on
top of her soft head of hair, guiding her down until her mouth kissed my
bellybutton.  But Carrie didn -(TM)t stop there.  Soon, she was lapping up
my juices and sucking on my pussy lips.  Then she took my clit between her
teeth --

    -œOoooh!  I -(TM)m going to cum, I -(TM)m going to cum! -

   At the sound of my voice raised in ecstasy, Alicia floored the pedal and
we sped down the road.  This had the effect of throwing my buxom blonde
friend on top of me, landing with her large breasts in my face.  The sudden
forward motion also had the effect of preventing me from reaching my
orgasm. Although I did take this opportunity to ravish Carrie -(TM)s body.

   She settled down in front of me, so close our bare pussies touched.  I
reached around her back and squeezed her ass tightly.  Meanwhile, my nose
was still buried between her tits, as I kissed her cleavage and licked her
rising nipples.  Pretty soon, my friend was moaning too, our bodies rubbing
against each other.  This was the most amazing ride I had ever taken!

    -œOK, ladies -- we -(TM)re here. - Alicia announced, easing the car to
a stop in the school parking lot.

   The school was closed for a teacher -(TM)s conference, so there wouldn
-(TM)t be any students around.  It was a good thing, because I had
completely lost sense of my surroundings and was playing with Carrie -(TM)s
naked breasts while she kissed me full on the mouth.  But realizing the car
had stopped, she gently pulled away letting a finger trace down my chin,
then moved to a more comfortable position in the back seat.  My body was
still tingling as I watched Alicia walk around and open the door at my
side.

    -œOut of the car, Erica -- -

   Well, I was so worked up and horny at that point, I nearly jumped
outside.  It took me a moment to comprehend that I was standing bare-ass
naked in front of my high-school.  Only then did I remember to cover my
small breasts and place a hand over my shaved pussy.

    -œYou too, Carrie, - Alicia said, folding her arms patiently.  Carrie
climbed forward on her hands and knees, exiting by the same door until her
bare feet touched the black pavement.

   I watched our friend look us over, totally nude from head to toe.  The
situation was keeping me really aroused, so I made a bold suggestion.  
-œAlicia, why don -(TM)t you take off your clothes, too?  It would be so
cool if you delivered that overdue report in the nude!  We -(TM)ll go with
you. -

   Alicia examined our unclothed bodies before her and laughed,  -œAre you
crazy?  I -(TM)m not going to run around the school naked -- -

   However, her voice trembled just a little, and she rubbed a foot behind
her leg.

    -œYou know that Erica loves this, - I heard Carrie saying as she moved
my arms and hands out of the way.   -œLook how pointy her nipples are --
and her cute little pussy is just so ripe!  You should join us, and we
-(TM)ll all three go inside naked.  It -(TM)ll be fun! -

   I stood there, extremely embarrassed to be exposed this way, but it did
seem to have an effect on our friend.  Alicia looked around the empty lot
nervously and asked,  -œWhat, just take off my clothes right here? -

    -œUh-huh, - Carrie answered from behind me, her arms snaking around my
body to play with my tits.

   There was a pause for a moment, Alicia staring at my nude slender form.
Then she lifted her sweatshirt up over her head, opening the car door to
place it inside.  Next, she unbuttoned the shirt she was wearing and
removed it as well, so that her bra was now out in the open.  I saw goose
bumps spreading over her bare tummy.

    -œThis is crazy, - our brunette friend muttered, even while she
unbuckled her belt, lifting her legs out of her loose khaki trousers. 
Besides her bra, all she had left was her panties, shoes and socks.   -œDo
I have to take off -- everything? -

   Carrie reached down and parted my pussy lips with her index and middle
finger.   -œAbsolutely!  You have to be totally naked.  Just look at Erica,
here.  You can see all her pink parts! -

    -œOh, but -- - Alicia started, stepping out of both shoes, then
bending down to peel off her socks.  When she was standing in the school
parking lot in her bare feet, she continued,  -œWell, you won -(TM)t be
able to see everything on me. -

   By way of explanation, she lowered her underwear to reveal a trim, but
nice brown bush.

    -œHmmm -- you should think about shaving that, - Carrie suggested. 
She walked out in front of Alicia and said,  -œI really like how my nude
pussy looks.  And it feels so smooth!  Why don -(TM)t you test Erica -- -

   I gasped at the suggestion, but did not move to cover myself.  Alicia
smiled shyly and giggled, unsure of what to do.  Slowly, I watched her arm
extend toward me, and then her fingers lightly touched my vulva.  With more
confidence, Alicia rubbed and prodded my hairless mound, even sticking a
finger inside my slit!

    -œUungh --ahhh! - I moaned.

   Alicia laughed,  -œOh my, she -(TM)s wet! -

   Naked as the day she was born, Carrie took our friend -(TM)s arm in her
hands, and raised it so she could suck the finger that dripped with my
pussy juice.   -œNow let -(TM)s get the rest of these things off you! -

   It didn -(TM)t take much more convincing, Alicia rolled her panties down
her legs and off her toes.  Then she turned around to let Carrie unhook her
bra.  It was unreal watching all of this.  I was completely naked, my eyes
fixed on Carries bare ass as she took from Alicia her last article of
clothing.  And then all three of us were totally nude in front of our
school!

    -œOh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, - Alicia suddenly giggled
draping arms over her decent sized breasts and her bush.   -œAll those
times we stripped Erica -- so this is what it feels like! -

    -œMmmm, not exactly - I pointed out, while thumbing my clit in front
of her.  It was so hot seeing my friends naked with me, knowing we could
all be caught.   -œBut no one else has seen you yet. -

   Carrie gave Alicia a playful slap on her bare butt.   -œAnd no more
covering!  We let it all hang out, right Erica?  You -(TM)ve got to show
tits, ass, and pussy if you want to be part of the Nude Sister Club! -

   We all laughed at such a declaration, especially Carrie, which caused
her gorgeous breasts to bounce wildly.  Finally, Alicia put her hands at
her sides, revealing her shapely figure.  I noticed that all our nipples
were very erect.  But while our darker haired friend had the concealment of
her pubes, and Carrie was sporting a cute camel toe, I looked down to see
my pussy was wide open and glistening.  Oh, it was so embarrassing -- we
were all naked, but clearly I was the most aroused.  I decided I had better
not keep touching myself.

    -œWell, I guess I should grab my report to bring upstairs, - Alicia
announced.

   When she opened the front passenger side door, our friend had to bend
over to retrieve the school report out of her bag.  Carrie and I got a nice
view of her pink pussy lips from behind.  Then she stood and spun around,
self-consciously placing the binder in front of her crotch.

    -œNo covering, - I reminded her, my own hands resting lightly on the
sides of my legs.

   Alicia sighed and also dropped her arms, and it appeared there was some
moisture in her bush.   -œRight -- OK, let -(TM)s go! -

    -œI think we had better go around through the back entrance, - Carrie
said, taking my wrist and pulling me along.

   We crept over to the side of the building, until our butts were against
the brick wall, our shaved pussies totally exposed.  Alicia reluctantly
came over to join us, her boobs bouncing deliciously.  She looked so
naughty holding her report binder like a studious school girl, but not
wearing any clothes!  When she stood next to me with her legs slightly
parted, I thought I noticed her labia starting to peek out.

    -œErica, - Carrie whispered in my ear, drawing my focus away from
Alicia -(TM)s pussy.   -œGo and see if it -(TM)s safe -- -

   I started to shake my head, saying that I didn -(TM)t want to go alone,
but Carrie took my face in her hands and kissed me full on the mouth. 
Standing on my bare toes, I placed my hands on her breasts just to feel her
nipples rise against my palms.  Well, after that, how could I refuse!

   Breathless, I took a few steps away from my friends and rounded the
corner, expecting it to be just as quiet on this side of the school.  At
first, all I could concentrate was on the sight of my bare skin moving
forward across the blacktop.  Away from the prying eyes of Alicia and
Carrie, I let my hands slip back into a defensive position.  Actually,
because I am sensitive about the size of my breasts, I had my palms cupped
over quivering nipples and left my pussy completely exposed.  I slowly
walked this way a few more feet, before I heard the sound of voices!

   Looking to my left, I stopped and watched figures moving over the grassy
sports field.  It appeared the boys soccer team was practicing today!  Oh
no, did they see me?  For a moment, I panicked and brought my hands to my
head and froze, which had the effect of revealing my entire nude body.  I
heard the coach -(TM)s whistle and voices raised in the heat of the
activity.  I wasn -(TM)t sure if anyone had noticed me --

   Finally I came to my senses and turned around (showing my bare butt to
the soccer team) so I could run back around the corner where my friends
were waiting.

    -œEek!  Carrie -- Alicia, - I called out,  -œThey -(TM)re holding
soccer practice this afternoon! -

   My two friends giggled as I hunched slightly before them, nervously
glancing over my shoulder as if I was being followed.  Carrie pushed my
arms out of the way and asked,  -œSo did any hot guys get to see you? -

    -œOh my, - Alicia now had her head swerving from side to side.  
-œThis is getting a little risky -- maybe I should just get dressed and,
well -- you can wait in my car. -

   Our bolder, and buck naked blonde friend simply started moving toward
the school -(TM)s front entrance.   -œOh, I would be so disappointed.  Come
on, let -(TM)s deliver that report! -

   Alicia and I looked at each other, and shrugged our bare shoulders.  To
tell the truth, I was so horny right now, I wasn -(TM)t ready to put my
clothes back on.  Of course, I didn -(TM)t have any way to get dressed
again, which is what made it so exciting for me, the fact that I was
essentially trapped here naked.  And Alicia -(TM)s sweet areolas were
puffed up with nipples firmly erect.  I could see that she was enjoying
this too.  We decided to follow Carrie, even though we knew there were
other people around.

   With the front parking lot empty except for one car, it was relatively
safe for us to proceed.  Soon, our bare legs and feet were climbing the
steps that led to the large double doors.  Alicia and I were on either side
of our friend, and as we came closer, we could make out our reflections in
the dark glass.  Three pairs of breasts jiggled forward, and I realized
that our backsides were totally on display should anyone come around and
look in our direction.

    -œHurry, - I said to my two taller friends, dancing on my toes.  
-œLet -(TM)s get inside -- -

   Carrie tweaked one of my nipples and laughed,  -œMy, aren -(TM)t you
anxious to show off your nude little body to the faculty!  OK, let -(TM)s
go! -

    -œYou -- you don -(TM)t think we -(TM)ll really get caught, - Alicia
asked apprehensively.

   But I had already opened the unlocked door, and ushered my naked friends
inside.  I urged them to move quickly, as it appeared awfully quiet once we
stepped inside the school.  This was so unreal, so exhilarating to be
standing like this in the lobby, completely undressed!  Passing by the
glass trophy case, we were treated again to the images of our young
unclothed bodies -- perky nipples and pussies in full view.  The sight had
me nearly fingering myself.

    -œSo -- so where do we have to bring your report, - I asked,
desperately trying to keep my hands away from my crotch.

   Alicia spun around, a little disorientated, giving me a nice look at her
shapely ass.   -œUm -- well, his classroom is on the third floor.  I
thought I would just leave it on his desk. -

    -œMmmm, - Carrie purred,  -œI think I -(TM)ll see if the front office
is empty.  Maybe I -(TM)ll sit in the principal -(TM)s chair and play with
myself! -

    -œOh, you are just horrible! - Alicia laughed and spanked the busty
blonde on her butt.

   Carrie smiled devilishly and replied,  -œWell maybe I -(TM)ll cum all
over his chair -- -

    -œThat, I have got to see, - I giggled excitedly, then added,  -œAre
you really ready to cum? -

   In reply, my friend walked up to me and spread her shaved pussy lips.  I
could see the wetness of her exposed pink parts, and even her clitoris was
sticking out a little.  Carrie took my fingers and placed them on her slit.
I started toying with her slick pussy, and pushed her clit with my thumb.

    -œOooh, Erica -- we had better hurry, or you just might bring me off
right here! -

   Together, we ran down the hall, our bare feet slapping down the
corridor. I could hear Alicia approaching fast behind us.  This was
inredible, I thought as we entered the front office.  I would die of
embarrassment if anyone found us naked, but it was also so hot and
arousing! We were standing right in front of the counter where the
secretaries sat, just across from the pigeon-holed mailboxes where the
teachers would come to collect their papers.  Alicia, Carrie, and I giggled
like schoolgirls -- naughty schoolgirls without a stitch of clothing!  Our
butts wiggled with the thrill of our total nudity.

   And then I watched Carrie -(TM)s full bare ass walk around the counter
and knock lightly on the door to the Principal -(TM)s office.  She pressed
her body against the wood and charmingly asked if anyone was inside.  I had
the sudden fear that the door would open, and our Principal would step out.
And what a sight he would be greeted with -- three of his senior girls
standing stark naked before his office!  We would all be in so much
trouble; he would take us inside and make us each stand with hands on our
heads, revealing absolutely everything, while he administered individual
over the knee, bare-butt spankings --

    -œDamn, it -(TM)s locked, - Carrie muttered as she tried the knob.

    -œWe could try the Dean of Students office, - Alicia suggested
helpfully.   -œIt -(TM)s just next door. -

   Our friend whirled around, causing her big tits to bounce wildly.  She
had a great grin on her face, and I was already heading back into the
hallway.  I was so caught up in the situation, I didn -(TM)t bother to look
around first or take any precautions for modesty.  Oh well, I figured, no
one seems to be around anyway.  Part of me was thinking that we were
supposed to be delivering Alicia -(TM)s overdue report, and we should do
that before our luck runs out.  But another part of me, nearly half an inch
fully erect and sticking out of its hood, was so tempted by the idea of
Carrie masturbating in front of us.  I found that the door to the Dean of
Students office opened quite easily.  It was dark and quiet inside.

   I jumped with a squeak when Carrie appeared behind me, running a playful
finger up the crack of my ass.  She gently pushed passed me, turning on the
light to survey the contents of the room.  Alicia and I padded in after
her, and shut the door closed.

    -œOK, it -(TM)s show time! - our friend announced as she strolled
around the messy desk strewn with papers and folders.

   She eagerly climbed into the black leather seat, which must have felt
good on her hot naked skin.  Carrie draped her long legs over each of the
armrests, leaving her bald pussy wide open.  First she squeezed her
luscious breasts, and massaged them until there wasn -(TM)t a soft nipple
in the room.  Then she licked the fingers of one hand, letting it slowly
trace down her chest and belly.  Alicia and I both looked on, amazed, as
Carrie began to touch her vulva.  Tickling, then stretching her labia,
finally darting her finger inside the folds of pink skin.  While she
continued to rub her breast, I watched her toes curl with the rapid tapping
of her clitoris.

   Finally, I couldn -(TM)t watch any longer.  Remembering her promise from
earlier in the day, the reason why she let me shave her, I slid myself in
front of the chair and sank to my knees.  I was vaguely aware of Alicia
following behind me, but my eyes were focused on Carrie -(TM)s sweet pussy.
When I put my hands on her thighs, she pulled out her finger and let me
start to eat.  My tongue lapped up her juices and began sucking her lips.
Meanwhile, Carrie ran her fingers through my hair, gently pushing my head
deeper into her crotch.

    -œMmmm -- ahhhh, - I moaned in unison with my friend.  There was
something incredible going on down by my own pussy!

   Alicia had laid back on the carpet of the office floor, her face just
beneath my body.  She placed her hands on my softly rocking hips, and was
now licking my clitoris!  I couldn -(TM)t believe how good it felt -- I
couldn -(TM)t believe how good Carrie tasted.  I couldn -(TM)t believe we
were having a threesome in the office of the Dean of Students!

   Carrie gave a gasp of pleasure, and her cum dripped onto my tongue.  I
was also about to have a massive orgasm, which would cream Alicia -(TM)s
face.  I was wondering which one of us would have to munch on her carpet,
when suddenly the door opened!

    -œWhat the hell is going on here, - came the sound of a female voice.

   I was on all fours, my face buried in Carrie -(TM)s leaking pussy, and
Alicia lay beneath me, her legs spread wide open.  Whoever just walked in
had a clear view of my bare backside, and my brunette friend -(TM)s furry
slit.  The voice, however, did not sound like an older woman, but someone
about our age.

    -œOh -- hi, Lisa! - Carrie giggled as she stretched her arms
languidly.

   Immediately jumping to my feet, I stepped over Alicia and turned around
to face Lisa the Bitch.  She was wearing a smart button-down shirt and a
black pair of trousers.  Her lip curled in a sneer as she looked over my
nude body from head to toe.  I saw that she was holding a bundle of
something in her arms.

   Lisa looked down at Alicia, still lying naked on the floor, then back at
me.   -œI noticed Alicia -(TM)s car outside, and found a full set of
clothes on the seat.  I figured you would be involved, Erica. -

   Covering my small tits and pussy, I tried to explain.   -œWell, um, you
see -- Carrie and I were already n-naked -- and Alicia had to drive us to
school so her Aunt wouldn -(TM)t catch us n-naked -- and then we talked
Alicia into taking off everything so she could deliver her school report --
-

    -œActually, it was all Erica -(TM)s idea, - Carrie smiled at her
friend Lisa.  She kept her bare shapely legs hanging over the chair -(TM)s
armrests and pointed at her pussy.   -œShe even shaved me bald, the horny
little girl! -

   Oh, this was so embarrassing!  To be caught stark nude by Lisa was
badeenough, but for her to see me eating out Carrie, and then learn that I
had shaved her pussy hair -- I was blushing all over, even as my three pink
parts were swollen hard!

   Lisa shook her head and dropped Alicia -(TM)s clothes on her belly.  
-œStand up and get dressed. -

   Alicia clutched her things tightly to her stomach with one arm, and used
the back of the other to wipe her mouth.  I hadn -(TM)t cum yet, but
clearly my juices had trickled onto her lips.  I watched as she quickly put
on her underwear, and pants and shirt.  As she pulled on her socks and
shoes, for some reason, I felt so humiliated.  All I could do was clasp
both my hands in front of my pussy.

    -œThere will be towels in the gym locker room, - Lisa told us.  
-œAlicia, grab your report and you two follow me! -

   I sighed with relief as we exited the office and stepped out into the
empty hallway.  At least, she was going to let us get covered.  I didn
-(TM)t know how much longer I could keep running around in the bare, as I
never reached my orgasm and I was horny as hell!  But I was also a little
afraid, because if Lisa had been roaming around and discovered us, then so
could other people -- other teachers, or worse, our classmates.  They would
all laugh at me to see me in such a state!  Carrie, however, didn -(TM)t
seem to mind.

    -œWill you stop bouncing like that! - Lisa snapped walking next to our
buxom friend.

   Squeezing her breasts, Carrie laughed,  -œI can -(TM)t help it -- my
titties are just so big and bouncy! -

    -œAnd her butt, too, - Alicia commented.   -œIt -(TM)s a good thing
you normally wear clothes, because every part of you absolutely jiggles! -


    -œAnd look how smooth her pussy is now, - Lisa said out loud.

   Oh, oh -- they were blatantly talking about Carrie -(TM)s nude body,
which was driving me crazy.  I held my breasts with both hands as my bare
legs rubbed together walking down the corridor.  My out outer lips opened
up, causing my labia to hang down.  The sound of Lisa -(TM)s heels clicking
over the floor only heightened my embarrassment, Alicia -(TM)s shoes
echoing in time.  In contrast, my bare feet slapped loudly on the cool
floor, making me so aware of my nudity.

   The four of us continued this way, rounding a corner until we started
approaching the area where the gymnasium was located.  I suddenly
remembered that the boys soccer team was practicing outside, and they could
come in through the back entrance at any moment.  I looked around fretfully
as I walked bare-ass nude with my other naked friend and our two clothed
friends.  Now I cautiously lowered my hand to hide my protruding clitoris,
just as Lisa brought us to a stop.

    -œOK, in we go -- - the bossy blonde commanded.

   Over the laughter of Alicia and Carrie, I whined,  -œBut -- but, Lisa,
this is the door to the boys locker room! -

    -œExactly, - she said pushing me through with a shove.  The other
girls followed after.

   Luckily, the wide room was empty.  In three full years at this high
school, I had never been inside here.  It was kind of weird moving along
the tiles, though it was not much different from the girls locker room. 
There was a faint musky smell in the air, the scent of deodorant or
aftershave, too.  The fact that I was stark naked made it all the more
bizarre, but I was strangely fascinated by the occasional piece of sports
equipment lying about.  I let my hands drop to my sides.

    -œYou were right, - Carrie called from somewhere in the distance.

   I don -(TM)t remember us becoming separated so quickly.  Then I watched
as she strolled out from behind a shower stall, a white towel wrapped
tightly around her body.  Keeping it closed in the front with her hand, the
cloth material reached from the top of her breasts to just the tops of her
thighs.  She was still showing a lot of skin, but had everything covered.

    -œPerfect, - Lisa said with hands on her hips, then motioned for all
of us to gather around.   -œErica, you of course must remain totally naked.
That is your punishment for being such a dirty girl, and making my friends
take off their clothes! -

    -œBut -- - I started to plead, spreading my arms wide for emphasis,
which only caused me to expose all my private parts.

   Lisa, however, only folded her arms across her chest and continued.  
-œAnd such a dirty little girl needs to take a shower. -

   I looked around, thankfully it was just us four senior girls.  Alicia
and Carrie grinned at me, as I was the only one still nude.  Turning to
Lisa, I asked,  -œYou want me to take a shower -- in the boys locker room?
-

   Even as I spoke the words, my nipples instantly hardened.  I could swear
they were pointing toward the ceiling.  I dare not look down at my pussy.
But Lisa stood in front of me and softly touched my clit.

    -œThat -(TM)s right, Erica.  You are going to take a shower, and you
may not play with yourself.  Under no circumstances are you allowed to cum!
-

    -œMmmm, - I moaned and knew that I would do whatever she asked.

   Suddenly, the locker room door banged open, and there was the noise of
many male voices --laughing, talking, and shouting.  But they were brought
to an abrupt hush of silence, when they caught sight of the four girls
standing in the center of the floor.  Four high school seniors, one of them
just wearing a towel.  And the other one -- Oh my gosh, I was completely
naked in front of the boys soccer team!  My brown eyes went wide as I
looked at each of their faces, before I remembered to cover myself with
hands and arms.

    -œJust in time, - Lisa announced like a circus ringmaster.   -œYou
boys are in for a treat, as our friend here needs to use the shower.  I
-(TM)m sure no one here will mind as we wait for her to finish? -

   As the team shuffled forward to take their seats on the benches, I
couldn -(TM)t help but notice a lot of bulges in their collective shorts.
It kind of made me feel good to know that my body gave them an erection,
but I guess the whole situation was kind of hot.  I saw more then a few
boys staring at Carrie in her towel instead of me, and that also made me a
little embarrassed.  Trying to see if there was any way out of this, I
looked to Lisa with my arms wrapped around my chest and hips.  But her icy
glare only sent me hopping toward the nearest shower stall.

   Now I knew that all eyes had turned in my direction, as everyone had a
good look at my cute little ass.  There were some whistles and there were
even some who said as much.  So I shook my butt a little as I reached out
to turn the faucet.  Careless, I kept my legs parted slightly, and as I
bent forward to take the soap, my pussy lips were in clear view from
behind! The water hit me, causing me to jump on my toes.  That sent my bare
tits quivering, though no one saw this.  I started soaping up my belly and
thighs.  Turning to my side, I rubbed my lean legs from my knees down to my
feet.  From this profile view, the boys could see how pointy my nipples
were, sticking straight out like darts.  I was thankful for the spray of
water that prevented me from hearing their comments!

   Well, after I rinsed off my front and sides, I lathered up my butt
cheeks and lower back.  There was nothing left to do but turn around now
and show them everything.  The stream of water felt so good as it hit my
skin, I really wanted nothing more than to masturbate in front of the
soccer team, but I knew Lisa said I couldn -(TM)t.  In fact, if I even
touched myself, I think I would cum on the spot -- that would be so
humiliating!  Instead, I closed my eyes and let my hands run through my
hair beneath the showerhead.  Of course, this had me exposing everything to
the boys, and I mean nothing was left to the imagination.  They saw my
perky tits, by flat tummy, and pink little pussy.  What -(TM)s worse, as I
arched my back to rinse my hair real good, my pussy lips parted and my clit
was poking right at them.  I -(TM)m pretty sure some of the boys were
rubbing their groin.

   Finally, I spun around to turn off the faucet.  I was left standing
naked and dripping wet before a dozen or so people, including my friends.
Water beaded over my body, running down my legs, and I just stood there not
even bothering to hide my nudity.  I couldn -(TM)t believe the show I had
just given!

   Then Lisa handed me a towel and said,  -œYou can dry yourself, Erica,
except for your hair. -

   A little confused, I proceeded to pat down my arms and my chest, yet
leaving my hair to hang glistening in strings.  I finished rubbing off the
rest of my body, then wrapped the towel around me, making a knot in front
of my A-cup breasts.  There were a few jokes about what was keeping it up,
which made me blush.

    -œI didn -(TM)t say you could keep the towel! - Lisa scolded, then
yanked the cloth material right off me.

   Immediately, my nipples sprang out fully erect, and someone commented
that was what had been holding the towel up.  For sure, my nips were so
extended, I think you could place coat hangers on each one!  I was about to
place a hand over my bald pussy, when Lisa took my arm and started to drag
me back toward the locker room exit.  Slowly she marched me in front of the
line of soccer players who got a nice close-up look at my passing nude
body.

    -œAll right, show -(TM)s over, - Lisa said, but not before one of the
guys slapped me on the bare ass!

   Alicia and Carrie (still clad in just a towel) joined us by the door. 
Before leaving, one of the dazzled and dumbfounded boys called out,  -œYou
mean you -(TM)re taking her outside naked? -

    -œYeah, it -(TM)s like an initiation -- or something, - Carrie
laughed. Then she opened her towel to give the team a quick parting flash,
which brought much applause at the sight of her massive round breasts and
shaved pussy.

   Once we were back in hallway, I watched my blonde friend fit the towel
snugly around her body again.  This, and thefeel of my still-wet hair
dripping on my bare shoulders, served to remind me that I remained quite
nude.

    -œNow what? - I asked timidly, although the way I looked at each of my
friends, it might have sounded a bit too eager.

   Alicia held her binder in front of her chest.   -œI still have to
deliver my report, or I -(TM)m going to be in trouble. -

    -œWell, we can -(TM)t let that happen, - Lisa said patting my friend
on the shoulder.   -œErica, are your hands dry? -

   I held out my palms, which caused Carrie to smile in delight, as it left
me with everything on display.  Knowing that her eyes were locked on my
hairless crotch, I still managed to answer,  -œYes -- Lisa, only my head is
still wet. -

    -œThat will be good enough.  Here, take Alicia -(TM)s binder.  You are
going to deliver the report for her.  I know for a fact that her teacher is
back in the classroom working on papers. -

   Speechless, I stared at Lisa for a moment.  When she thrust the report
into my arms, I grasped it tightly, turning my head to see if anyone was
watching.  Just a little while ago, I had licked my lips and was turned on
by the vision of an unclothed Alicia carrying around her schoolwork.  Now
the tables were turned, and I was the naughty schoolgirl; naughty and naked
and about to show myself in front of a teacher?

    -œLisa -- I c-cant -- I can -(TM)t do that! - I whimpered, crossing my
arms over the binder against my tits.

   She moved close and let her fingers stroke the wet strands of my hair. 
-œSure you can, Erica.  You -(TM)ll just have to explain that you were
taking a shower, and someone stole all your clothes.  But you promised
Alicia that you would drop off her report.  And you couldn -(TM)t let down
your best friend, now could you? -

   I looked wide-eyed at Alicia who only giggled at me,  -œWhy, Erica, what
a good friend you are!  You would even deliver my report to my teacher,
bare-ass nude, just so I wouldn -(TM)t get in trouble! -

    -œThat -(TM)s ridiculous, - I shook my head, sending droplets of water
flying to either side of the hallway.   -œI won -(TM)t do it -- -

    -œOh no? - Lisa smiled mischievously, then reached down to cup my
totally exposed bare pussy.   -œHow close are you to having an orgasm? -

    -œAaahhh -- - I gasped feeling her tickle my clit.  And there was
nothing I could do to stop these sensations!  Carrie moved in behind me,
started fondling my ass.  As soon as she kissed the back of my neck, I
whispered,  -œI -(TM)m going to cum! -

    -œNo you are not, - Lisa said and withdrew her hand.  Even the warmth
of Carrie -(TM)s body vanished as she backed away.  Oh, this was so
frustrating!  Lisa continued her instructions.   -œNow, not only are you
going to bring Alicia -(TM)s report to her teacher stark naked, but also
extremely aroused -- on the very edge of a climax!  And without letting him
on to what you are doing, you are going to have that orgasm right in front
of her teacher -- -

   In spite of the predicament I was in, I started rubbing the report
against my nipples.   -œPlease don -(TM)t make me do this! -

    -œWe -(TM)re going to inspect you when you -(TM)re done, Erica, so don
-(TM)t disappoint us! -

   Alicia and Carrie just smiled at me, as I clutched the binder to my
stomach.   -œCan I cover myself, at least? -

   Lisa thought for a moment, and said,  -œWe -(TM)ll leave that up to you.
Who knows -- maybe you want to show off your little body!  All right, then,
let -(TM)s go before your hair dries, and you loose your excuse for running
around naked. -

   She made a good point.  As absurd as this story was going to be, it was
the only excuse that would afford me the opportunity to approach another
teacher without any clothes.  I began walking back down the quiet corridor,
toward the school lobby where the stairs were.  The other three girls
followed behind me, watching my tender ass wiggle with each step.  No one
else was around, though I was very careful as I turned each corner.  Soon,
I reached the foot of the stairwell.  For a moment, I thought my friends
would disappear on me.  I glanced over my shoulder, looking to Alicia for
direction.

    -œMy class is on the third floor -- room 305, - She told me.

   Lisa then put a hand on her arm, preventing my friend from following me.
 -œYou -(TM)re going up by yourself, Erica.  And when you finish your task,
Carrie is going to inspect you.  So you better make it a good one -- -

   I gulped in fear, staring from one blonde to the other.  Carrie coyly
adjusted the towel around her bosom and winked at me.  I supposed the
thought that afterward she would have to finger or lick my pussy to prove
that I had cum upstairs, gave me some encouragement.  So with butterflies
in my tummy, I lifted my bare foot to the first step.

   It was one thing to be seen naked by the soccer team.  I mean, they were
just teenage boys and some were probably just as embarrassed as I was.  I
bet some of them were jerking themselves off right now.  But exposing
myself to a teacher was going to be really humiliating.  What if I ended up
taking his class in the second half of the year?  Every time he would look
at me, he would remember that sight of my nude body that I was about to
show him deliberately.  Well, it wasn -(TM)t quite deliberate -- Lisa was
making me do this!

   I touched my hair as I arrived on the landing to the third floor.  The
top had dried a little, but the ends were still wet.  And there were still
drops of water on the bare skin of my shoulders.  I also touched my pussy
lightly, knowing that I would have to reach an orgasm quickly and without
being too obvious about it.  No problem there, my clitoris was already
swollen.  I was so ready to go off.

   The hallways were darkened up here, as classes were not in session
today. This made me feel a little more relaxed, and I even lowered the
binder and my other hand to my sides.  The tiles of the floor were of
course cool beneath my feet, making me acutely aware of my naked condition
and keeping me horny.  There was a shaft of light coming out of one room
off to the side -- no doubt, Alicia -(TM)s classroom.  Damn!  I was hoping
he would have been gone, and I would have to leave the report by the door.
But then, part of me also wanted to carry out this mission.

   Silently I crept along the walls, until my next step would have my toes
and leg in full view of the open doorway.  I took a deep breath.  I draped
an arm tightly across my chest so that both my nipples were covered. 
Alicia -(TM)s report, I held against my bare pubic mound.  Another deep
breath, and I walked inside the classroom.

   Seeing the teacher hunched over his desk, absorbed in his work, I
cleared my throat and said,  -œExcuse me -- -

   And then I glanced to my side and saw that there were other students in
here!  Two boys and two girls -- they looked to be freshmen or sophomores.
Oh no, Lisa had set me up!  And they could see the totally exposed side of
my body!

    -œYes, what is it -- - the teacher started as he put down his pen and
peered over his glasses at me.   -œMy goodness, young lady, where are your
clothes? -

   I was still fixed on the students now giggling at me, but then turned
back to answer the teacher.   -œOh my -- I, uh, that is -- I was taking a
shower in the boys, I mean girls, locker room, and -- -

    -œWhy have you walked up here completely naked? - He asked
impatiently.  -œAre you in my 9th grade English class? -

   How embarrassing!  Because of my slight and slender frame, he thought I
was maybe 14 years old!

    -œNooo!, - I whined, stepping up on my toes a little, as if that would
make me look taller.   -œI got out of the shower -- and, and all my clothes
were gone.  I -(TM)m a senior like Alicia in your 12th grade class --I
promised I was going to drop off her report today! -

   An older, balding man, Alicia -(TM)s teacher now sat back in his chair,
eyeing me from head to toe.   -œAh yes, that is correct.  She was already
overdue with that assignment, and today was the very last day I would
accept it from her.  Very considerate of you, Miss --? -

    -œErica, - I nodded shyly, then glanced back at the younger students
ogling my bare body.  My nipples were so erect they felt like they were on
fire!

    -œYes, well, it was very considerate of you, Erica, to deliver Alicia
-(TM)s report in spite of your -- situation. -

   A moment of awkward silence passed between us, I don -(TM)t think anyone
in the room was breathing.  Finally, the teacher shifted in his chair and
glared at me, holding out his hand.

    -œI suppose you had better give that to me, Erica. -

   I nodded, and slowly lowered my arm to grip the binder on its other
edge. This exposed to him my bare breasts.  Then, with shaking hands, I
stretched my arms out to present the report, bringing my pussy into view.
Alicia -(TM)s work must have had the scent of my feminine musk.  The
teacher sat forward a little to take my only covering in his fingers.  He
had to tug at first before I finally released it.  And then I brought my
own hands to my sides.

   Now I was standing completely naked at the front of the classroom next
to the teacher -(TM)s desk.  There were five people looking at me, and I
wasn -(TM)t hiding anything.  I thought I would die of shame, but I also
felt so hot and sexy.

    -œIs there anything else, - the teacher asked, with an unobstructed
view of my small tits and labia.

   I stood there, and bit my lip to keep from making a sound.  My legs
rubbed together slightly, enough to cause friction and a warm tingling
inside my pussy.  My hips bucked forward and back just a little, as if I
had momentarily lost my equilibrium.  And then my eyes fluttered, my toes
curled, my arms quivered, and silently I had a very public orgasm.  I could
feel my girl cum trickling down my inner thigh, and I knew I had better
return to my friends.

   Exasperated at my brazen display of total nudity, Alicia -(TM)s teacher
asked,  -œCan you not find something to wear at all? -

    -œAaah -- - I started, still feeling the lingering aftereffects of my
climax,  -œUm -- I just remembered I have some spare clothes in my car. -

   I don -(TM)t think he believed me, but over the giggling of his
students, he said,  -œWell, please hurry back downstairs and get dressed.
The school is nearly empty, so hopefully no one else will see you! -

    -œYes sir, - I replied meekly, turning around so that I flashed my
butt to the other boys and girls.

   If he only knew that an entire soccer team had already seen my naked
body!  I quickly spun on my heel to face the door, exposing my puffed out
pussy lips from behind as I jogged out into the hallway.  I wish my pointy
nipples didn -(TM)t wiggle so much with my movements, causing the students
to laugh and whistle at my departure.

   I raced down the stairs, not knowing what to expect.  Half of me would
not be surprised to find that Lisa, Carrie, and Alicia had left me stranded
here.  I was just thinking about the possibility of another walk home in
the nude, my bare feet slapping over the last few steps.  But exiting the
stairwell into the lobby, the three girls were waiting for me.

    -œDid he get my report, - Alicia seemed more concerned about getting
in trouble with her teacher than me.  I nodded, and she gave me an
approving peck on the cheek.   -œGood girl, Erica! -

    -œAnd how about the other part of your special delivery, - Lisa folded
her arms.   -œGo ahead -- spread that pink slit of yours! -

   Stark naked in the high school lobby, I placed my feet about
shoulder-width apart, and squatted just a little.  With my two index
fingers, I pulled open my vulva and showed the girls.

    -œWell, she certainly looks wet, - Carrie observed.

   She padded up to me and held onto her towel so that it wouldn -(TM)t
slip.  Her fingers pressed lightly on my belly, then she moved her hand to
run along the tops of my thighs.  Feeling the slickness of my skin, she
ventured further north, and pushed her long middle finger deep inside my
pussy.  As I gasped with pleasure, I came again, and Carrie lifted up her
palm to lick off my sweet cum.

    -œMmmm -- this is a fresh batch, - my friend said between sucking her
fingers dry.   -œBut it -(TM)s definitely not her first ejaculation! -

   Oh, to hear her talk that way, in such graphic detail!  I was so
embarrassed even in front of my friends.  There was no hiding my
humiliation and arousal.  Breathless, I asked  -œCan -- can we just go now?
-

    -œOooh, Erica is so cute when she -(TM)s blushing, - Alicia pointed
out.   -œShe -(TM)s pink all over!  I want to driver her home like this. -


   Lisa started leading us to the school -(TM)s front door.   -œOK, but
Carrie is riding with me.  We need to discuss our plans for little Erica.
-

   We walked outside into the cool air of the latter afternoon.  My
throbbing nips remained erect, although I cautiously placed a hand over my
pussy.  I saw that Lisa had parked her blue Volkswagen next to Alicia
-(TM)s car.  The two drivers entered their vehicles, and waited for Carrie
and I to open the passenger side doors so we could climb inside.  At least
she still had her towel -- I was wearing nothing!

   Backing up in the empty school parking lot, the cars then circled and
spun around, pulling next to each other facing opposite directions.  Lisa
and Alicia rolled down their windows.

    -œLet -(TM)s drive around until dark, - Lisa said,  -œand then head
back to your Aunt -(TM)s house.  We can sneak back into your cousin -(TM)s
tree house! -

   Alicia nodded and rubbed my bare thigh.   -œOooh, this sounds fun! -

   We ended up following Lisa as we left the parking lot and pulled onto
the street.  I was nervous, sitting there in Alicia -(TM)s car, up front
and without a stitch.  My perky breasts were on full display, I let my
hands rest in my lap.

    -œWhat an exciting day, - my friend next to me said.   -œI wonder what
could make it even more wild? -

   Ahead of us, Lisa was maybe two car-lengths down the road.  Suddenly,
their passenger side window opened as Carrie stuck out her arm to wave at
us.  And then, something large and white came flying out the window,
passing me to the right, whipping down the street.

   She had thrown her towel out of the moving automobile!

   I immediately lifted my legs apart and placed my bare feet on the
dashboard of Alicia -(TM)s car.  And began to bring myself to another
orgasm --



   17 - Erica -(TM)s Boots

   I was wearing a pair of the cutest ankle-high suede boots, which I had
just purchased moments ago.  They were absolutely adorable; light brown and
velvety soft to the touch.  They also felt really comfortable on my feet.
Sometimes it -(TM)s hard for me to find shoes in my exact, tiny size.  But
these boots fit perfectly.  I also liked the way the heel made me look
taller than I am.

   We were at the mall, my friend Alicia and I, hoping to finish our
shopping spree before the stores closed for the evening.  I was so taken
with my new boots, I even wore them right out of the store.  Without
hesitating, I dumped the old pair of worn shoes into the nearest trash
receptacle.  Now my ensemble was complete, dressed in a little white skirt
coming down to about mid-thigh, and a short-sleeved tan top that just
covered my bellybutton.  This outfit was actually quite daring for me, but
it was nice outside and I was feeling good tonight.  Maybe I would show a
bit of skin --

    -œHey, Erica, - Alicia started pulling me by the arm.   -œLet -(TM)s
see if that new CD is in. -

   I watched as the crowd in the mall was starting to thin out, then said
to my friend,  -œDo you think we still have time?  The record store is all
the way on the other side. -

   Alicia smiled at me and answered,  -œWell we can make it if we hurry! -


   And with that, my friend bolted off in the direction toward the opposite
end of the mall.  She was clad in modest jean shorts and a comfortable
fitting T-shirt, and rubber soled sandals that made her dash more easily. I
started moving after her and found that while the boots were comfortable
enough, it was the rest of my clothes that were clearly not ideal for
running.  For one thing, I realized my shirt may have been a little too
tight.  As my chest heaved up and down, my nipples were rubbing against the
clingy material.  And then I had to use my hands to keep my skirt from
flapping up and down, flashing my blue panties.  To make matters more
difficult, I was running against the tide of people, as most of them were
heading toward me, toward the exit.  Well, it was a little embarrassing to
say the least.

   I was sure that this would all be a waste of energy and the store would
be closing.  But upon entering the more deserted section in the back of the
mall, I saw Alicia waving at me from between those security detectors they
use to make sure you don -(TM)t slip away with the merchandise.  Pausing, I
looked down and saw that my nipples were protruding, making little
indentations in my shirt.  Great, now I had to walk into a record store,
and everyone would know my nips were erect.  For some reason, since I had
stopped running, I felt kind of chilly.  Rubbing my bare arms, a shiver
went down my back.

    -œCome on, Erica, we don -(TM)t have all night -- -

   Hearing my friends voice prompted me to move ahead, still clutching my
elbows in opposite hands.  There was a girl at the front check-out desk,
who looked to be about the same age as us, seventeen or eighteen.  She was
busy closing out the cash register, but when she lifted her head up, she
snapped her chewing gum at me as I walked past.

    -œAre you Alicia -(TM)s little sister? -

   I was a bit taken aback at her question and told her that in fact I went
to school with Alicia.  She just shook her head like she didn -(TM)t
believe me, and then resumed her money counting.  I guess my boots made me
appear taller, but so much for making me look older --

   Moving on, I casually strolled down the aisles of CD racks organized in
different music styles.  There was one other guy in the store, listening to
some sample tracks on one of those kiosk machines.  I saw him glance my
way, which made me feel a little better.  Taking my time, I liked how the
boots accentuated my slender legs, and even flashed a little thigh beneath
the hem of my skirt.  He fumbled with his headphones a little, and then
went back to concentrating on his music selection.  I giggled and kept
walking.  Usually, I don -(TM)t behave like this, but for some reason my
outfit had me feeling flirtatious.

   Alicia was already at the back of the store, where they had motion
picture soundtracks lining the walls, as well as other listening
accessories and a poster rack.  I didn -(TM)t plan on buying anything, but
I wondered if Alicia had found what she was looking for.  It seemed the
store really should be closing in a matter of minutes.  When I reached the
back wall, I noticed that it was pretty well secluded here.  I mean I could
see that the one guy had already departed, leaving just the cashier girl,
Alicia and me.  Once the hit song playing over the speakers was turned off,
I knew it must be time to go.

    -œDid they have the CD in? - I asked my friend.

   Absently flipping through some boy band posters, she said,  -œNah --
looks like they all sold out.  I can try back next week, though. -

   I was just about to suggest we think about leaving, when two new people
entered from the front of the store.  Two young women, I observed from the
corner where we stood.  The late arrivals were heading straight toward the
back of the store, coming clearer into view.

    -œOh my gosh, - I said pointing.   -œIt -(TM)s Carrie and Lisa!  I
didn -(TM)t know they were at the mall today. -

   Alicia turned to me and smiled,  -œYeah, I thought they had work or
something.  This is great -- we can all hang out together, tonight! -

    -œCool, - I replied, although whenever Lisa was involved, I was a
little nervous.  She could be bitchy and bossy sometimes.  And sometimes it
seemed she was determined to get a laugh out of everyone at my expense.  I
self-consciously tugged the bottom of my skirt, but it didn -(TM)t quite
reach my knees.

    -œHey, Alicia -- hey, Erica, - Carrie greeted us pleasantly.

   Lisa was carrying a pair of large shopping bags, which she dropped to
the ground not too far from my feet.   -œWell, well little girls -- I see
we -(TM)re out late at the mall.  Let -(TM)s see what kind of trouble we
can get into. -

    -œOh, Lisa, - Alicia laughed excitedly,  -œYou -(TM)re always spoiling
for some fun.  Now what sort of wild things could four high school seniors
possibly dream up? -

   Carrie, meanwhile, had crouched down to admire my footwear.   -œOooh,
Erica -- I just love those boots!  Are they new? -

    -œYeah, - I said feeling a bit flushed.   -œI just bought them -- -

    -œWell let Carrie see them, - Lisa looked at me coldly.  I immediately
knew there was no avoiding her commands.

   I extended my leg as far forward as I could, even raising the hem of my
skirt an inch or two, and turned my foot at different angles to show off
the boot.  First, I looked at Carrie to see her appreciation.  But then I
found myself turning toward Lisa, seeking her approval as well.

   Arms folded across her chest, Lisa only shook her head.   -œThat -(TM)s
not good enough.  Take off the boot, Erica, and let Carrie hold them. -

   Not knowing why, I bent down to lower the zippers and then stepped out
of both boots.  This meant of course I was now standing in the back of the
record store in my bare feet, and I picked up the boots, handing them to
Carrie.  All the while, I was aware of the gray carpet beneath my toes.  I
felt really exposed for some reason, looking down to see all that flesh
showing from the point where my skirt ended.  Nervously, I rubbed one bare
boot behind my other leg, watching Carrie enjoy the suede with her fingers.


    -œThese are really nice, Erica! - Carrie gasped to my pleasure.  
-œAnd just right for your size.  Hmmm -- imagine Erica running around in
these little boots, and nothing else! -

   Oh, oh -- why did she have to say something like that?  I could feel my
skin blush with embarrassment, even as the mental image was getting me hot.
Instantly, the thought caused my nipples to rise, pushing outward against
my shirt.  My greater fear was that Carrie -(TM)s comment would give
certain people certain ideas.

   Lisa must have been reading my mind.  She picked up one of her shopping
bags and held it in front of Carrie.   -œI have a better idea.  Go ahead,
drop Erica -(TM)s little booties in here -- for safe keeping. -

    -œBut, - I started to protest,  -œbut I just bought those.  They
-(TM)re really expensive, and I like wearing them. -

   Lisa watched in satisfaction as Carrie placed first one of my new boots,
then the other, inside the bag.  Then she turned to me and said,  -œCome
on, Erica, tell the truth.  You much prefer running around in your bare
feet. -

   I shook my head, but found myself saying,  -œMaybe sometimes -- but not
at night, in the middle of the mall!  Please be careful with them. -

    -œYou really like your new boots, don -(TM)t you? - I could see Lisa
scheming already.  Her eyes held a mischievous glint.  This was going to be
bad.   -œAll right, I -(TM)ll tell you what.  I -(TM)m going to mind your
new purchase until you get home.  If you want them back in the same
excellent condition they are in now, you -(TM)re going to have to do
something for me. -

   I gulped and squeaked,  -œWhat -- what do I have to do? -

    -œGive Alicia your belt and skirt. -

   Oh my goodness, we were huddled in the rear of the mall -(TM)s record
store, which was due to be closing any moment.  I was sure the cashier girl
who thought I was Alicia -(TM)s little sister would be coming back here to
throw us out.  And I didn -(TM)t have any shoes on!

   My friend stepped close to me and patted my cheek reassuringly.   -œIf
it will make it easier, I can take the belt myself. -

   Smiling the whole time, Alicia popped open the buckle, and she slowly
pulled my belt through the loops at the sides and back of my skirt.  This
she then rolled up in her hand and took a step back.  All eyes were on me.

    -œWell? - Lisa demanded.

   What could I do?  I was in a trance, caught in Lisa -(TM)s spell. 
Besides, I really wanted my boots back.  The last thing I wanted was to
provoke her into doing something nasty to them, and ruining the suede.  My
hands were shaking a little, even as I tried not to think that I was in a
public record store.  At least there was no one else around.  Slowly my
fingers found the button at the side of my hip, then eased down the
delicate zipper.  I let the skirt fall to the floor, revealing my blue set
of panties.

    -œWow, nice pair of briefs, - Carrie clucked with glee.  I lifted my
bare feet out of the white material, reached down and picked it up.  Then,
as instructed, I handed my skirt over to Alicia.

    -œThank you, - Lisa said before holding the shopping bag open like a
trick-or-treater.   -œKindly deposit these items on top of Erica -(TM)s
boots.  And now, Erica, if you will just remove your panties -- -

   My mouth hung open for a moment, and then I realized I was standing here
in my underwear.   -œOh, Lisa -- you can -(TM)t really mean for me to do --
that!  I -(TM)ll be bottomless in the mall.  Totally bottomless; without my
shoes, that will leave me completely naked from the waist down. -

    -œExactly, - Lisa said in a mocking tone of voice.   -œAnd unless you
want to be without your boots for a long time, you will take off your
panties and give them to me. -

   I paused, hesitating, looking at each of the girls.  Carrie and Alicia
tried to contain their laughter.  They apparently found this very amusing.

    -œRight now! -

   At the sound of Lisa -(TM)s sharp words, I hooked my thumbs in the blue
elastic and peeled my panties all the way down my legs and off my feet. 
Retrieving them and holding out an arm, Lisa snatched my only shred of
underclothing and stuffed the panties into her bag.  Everyone got a good
look at my nude pussy, but then I clamped my hands over my vulva.  This was
so humiliating!  And all this just to get my boots back --

    -œWhat -(TM)s taking so long back here! - came the sound of a young
female voice.

   Oh no, the counter girl was heading over to us, and I was dressed in
only a shirt that just reached down to my navel!  She hadn -(TM)t seen me
yet, because Alicia and Carrie were blocking me from view.  But when she
approached, my friends stepped aside and let her through.  I don -(TM)t
know why, but I lifted both my hands, bringing them to cover my face in
shame.

   The cashier girl whistled,  -œNice camel toe -- -

   Oh, oh -- she was talking about my little pussy.  Cleanly shaved, the
outer lips were pressed together as I kept my legs shut tight.  But my
nipples were rock hard and stretching out my top.  This evidence of my
horniness was not lost on Lisa.  She took my arms and pulled them away from
my face.

    -œErica, I swear -- what is it with you and your damn pointy nipples!
-

   With that, Lisa grabbed the bottom of my shirt and started lifting.  At
first I thought she was going to embarrass me by exposing my titties.  But
she actually moved rather quickly and decisively.  She pulled the fabric
all the way up my body -- up to my chin, then over my head -- and then off
my head and arms completely.  In one motion, Lisa stepped back and tossed
the shirt into her shopping bag.  Oh my God -- she had just stripped me
stark naked in the back of the music department!

   A moment of silence elapsed as everyone took in the sight of my nude
body.  This was broken by the snap of the cashier girl -(TM)s chewing gum.
She stood right in front of me, looking me up and down from head to toe.  I
noticed she was kind of dressed in a goth/punk outfit.  A lot of black, and
chains that dangled from her shirt and pants.  Her hair had streaks of
blue. I watched her eyes evaluating me, and thought that her dark heavy
clothes only seemed to emphasize my total nudity.

    -œYeah, she -(TM)s pretty cute, - the cashier girl commented.

   Carrie leaned forward, pointing at my hairless crotch.   -œI know, isn
-(TM)t she!  And wait until you see what happens to her amazing pussy -- -


   Oh, why did Carrie have to draw everyone -(TM)s attention to my sweet
little snatch!  I kept my hands at my sides, but I knew I was opening up
like a flower down there.  Lowering my head, sure enough, the outer lips of
my vulva were puffed out.  No more camel toe, as I spread my legs ever so
slightly, my juicy labia unfolded and hung down.  All this scrutiny was
making me very horny and to embarrass me further, I could feel my engorged
clitoris starting to swell up.  One little sexy thought, and my erect clit
would be fully exposed.  That -(TM)s when it hit me, I was standing bare
ass naked in the mall -(TM)s record store --

    -œPop! - Carrie laughed with delight,  -œThere it goes -- I believe we
have achieved complete erection! -

   The cashier girl reached out and gently laid a finger on my clit.  
-œNot a bad little joy button, Erica. -

    -œMmmmph, - I moaned, sensitive to her touch.  She was bringing me to
the edge of orgasm, but I had a feeling my friends wouldn -(TM)t let me
cum.  -œCan -- ah, ah -- can I just have my clothes back? -

    -œI don -(TM)t think you -(TM)re ready to get dressed yet, - Lisa
announced.

   The cashier girl who had been softly stroking my pussy, snapped her
chewing gum, then suddenly whipped out her set of keys and headed off
toward the front of the store.   -œWell, I have to lock down the store for
the night.  You ladies best be leaving. -

   Alicia and Carrie each took one of my hands, preventing me from covering
up at all.  Alicia turned to me and said,  -œOK, Erica, looks like we have
to go now. -

    -œBut -- but, I -(TM)m still completely naked! - I felt like a child
saying this, pointing out the obvious, and more so felt like a youngster
being dragged away from the toy store.  As the girls, who were both bigger
than me, started moving forward, I had no choice but to follow along in
their clutches.  Behind me, Lisa tickled my ass, causing me to scoot ahead
even faster.  I must have been in a daze or something, as I didn -(TM)t put
up much of a protest.  Before I knew it, we exited the store, my bare feet
finding the cold tiles of the shopping mall -(TM)s main floor.

   At this point, Alicia and Carrie let go of me, and my hands
instinctively moved to cover my tits and pussy.  I watched in horror as the
grey metal security gate came crashing down in front of the store.  The
noise made me fearful that other people would look in our direction.  There
were other voices and sounds coming from further away in the mall, but this
was pretty much the nightly closing routine.  Nothing unusual here, except
for the totally nude young girl standing outside!

    -œDamn it, Gwen, - Lisa said to the punky record store clerk.   -œI
left my packages in there. -

   Gwen continued to look me over from head to toe, snapping her gum
critically, before turning to answer Lisa,  -œWell, I -(TM)ll be opening up
tomorrow morning.  They -(TM)ll be safe until then.  You can swing by and
pick them up. -

    -œBut my clothes are in there! - I nearly shrieked.   -œAll of my
clothes -- -

   Alicia rubbed my shoulder reassuringly.   -œOh, Erica, I guess you
-(TM)ll just be spending the night like this. -

   I couldn -(TM)t imagine taking one more step bare-assed naked, my
nipples aching they were so hard.  Suddenly, there came an announcement
over the mall PA system, that all shoppers must leave the building.  Her
shift over, the goth attired teen was already departing, wishing me the
best of luck.  I looked from one friend to another, but they all just
smiled at me.

    -œWhat -- what am I supposed to do? - I asked, seeking some kind of
emotional support.

    -œWell for starters, you can move your hands out of the way! - Carrie
not only suggested, but actually took my wrists in her hands and gently
lowered my arms to my sides.

   I took a deep breath and could feel my skin flush in embarrassment as I
had everything now on display.  Before I knew it, my friends started
walking forward, and I had to hurry to keep from being left behind. 
Without bothering to cover up, I did move more freely.  I reached out and
tugged on Lisa -(TM)s jacket.

    -œWill you guys at least take me straight home, - I asked quietly.

   The tall blonde only glared down at me.   -œWhy?  I -(TM)m not going to
allow your nudity spoil our fun.  I think we are going to keep you naked
all night! -

    -œPlease don -(TM)t do that, - I begged Lisa.

   The four of us stopped at a corner section of the mall.  Once we rounded
the bend, we would be heading directly for the exit.  I was glad for the
pause, to settle my quivering tummy and reassess the situation.  The girls
surrounded me, thankfully hiding me from view, but their eyes were locked
on my bare little body.

   Lisa, ever the antagonist, reached out with her arm and ran a finger
between my perky breasts.   -œWhy not, Erica?  Why shouldn -(TM)t we keep
you naked? -

   Oh, this was so humiliating -- I pointed down at my shaved and
glistening pussy and confessed,  -œBecause the longer I stay nude, the more
horny I get! -

   Alicia and Carrie giggled, but Lisa only folded her arms decisively.  
-œThen this should be a pretty interesting evening! -

   We then started moving again, or I should say, my three friends abruptly
turned around the corner leaving me to keep pace.  I looked over my
shoulder and saw that the mall had indeed emptied out considerably.  No one
was following us or watching my bouncing bare butt!  When I entered the
wide concourse leading to the lobby, my heart started beating faster and my
legs froze.

    -œLisa! - I said in a harsh whisper, ducking back behind the corner. 
-œCarrie -- Alicia!  Help! -

   Mercifully, the girls stopped in their tracks and came laughing back to
me.  When they inquired as to what was the matter (as if they had to ask!)
I told them there were too many people exiting from the stores, and there
was a security guy standing in front of the entrance.  I would never make
it out like this.

    -œHmm, - Lisa began plotting a strategy.   -œI see your point.  Or
should I say, two points -- -

   And to further embarrass me, she tweaked my very erect nipples in each
of her hands.  Then she moved her hands to cup my breasts.  I wondered what
the hell she was doing!  As her hands gently pressed down my stomach and
hips, I realized how great her fingers felt on my naked skin.  I closed my
eyes, feeling my clitoris swell and poke out of its hood, even as Lisa
pulled me close and cupped my cheeks, lifting me to my toes by my little
bottom.

   Then she explained,  -œYou -(TM)re pretty light, Erica.  So here is what
we -(TM)re going to do.  Stand with your hands on your hips -- -

   I did as I was told, and saw Carrie lick her lips hungrily at the sight
of my totally bare body flushed pink.  I was getting horny, and she knew
it! But then Lisa interrupted my thoughts by telling me I must stay very
still -- and they would pretend I was a mannequin, and carry me out of the
mall!

    -œIt will never work! - I cried.

   Lisa only scowled at me, not liking her plans criticized.   -œWell, Miss
Smartypants, it -(TM)s either that, or you walk out of here like a normal
girl -- who -(TM)s not wearing any clothes! -

   What could I do?  I gulped, and stared straight ahead, while placing my
arms fixed bent at my sides.  Of course, this left my inch long nipples
exposed, and everything below.  But I guess not having any pubic hair made
it seem more plausible to pass as plastic, Playtex, or rubber.  Or so I
tried to convince myself.  Suddenly, Alicia and Carrie moved to either side
of me, gripping underneath my arms.  The two stronger eighteen-year olds
had no problem lifting me clean off my feet!  Soon they were marching me
down toward the exit of the mall.

   Still, they had to pause a couple of times to lower me to the ground.  I
did my best to keep my limbs rigid.  It was hard, because my tummy was
filled with butterflies.  I also had to try not to blink, even though I
knew other people were leaving in the same direction and some had already
passed us.  Every now and then, Carrie let slip her hand,  -œaccidentally
- brushing my bald vulva.  So on top of everything else, I also had to
keep from moaning or making other noises of desire.

   Lisa went ahead of us, and walked right up to the security guard.  I
guess she was explaining that she and her friends worked in one of the
department stores, and they had to take this mannequin with them.  I tried
not to shiver thinking about all the people passing who could see my
completely nude body.  But it got even worse when Lisa dashed out the
automatic doors so she could pull her car right up to the entrance, and
left Alicia, Carrie, and me, waiting five feet away from the guard.

   My two adorable friends thought they would be cute, and waved at the
man. While needing to keep an eye on the departing customers, he shuffled a
little closer to us.  Oh my gosh, I was just standing there completely
naked, and his eyes roamed over very inch!

    -œDamn, - the guard whistled in our direction.   -œThey keep making
those things more and more lifelike! -

   Alicia smiled agreeably.   -œYeah, they really ought to have let us take
her with an outfit! -

   Carrie tried to stifle a chuckle, while behind me she began fondling my
ass!  She started out just tickling my rear, then caressing both my butt
cheeks.  Discreetly, the incorrigible high school senior then slipped a
finger into my crack.  Carrie was seeing if I would blow my cover -- I
remained perfectly still, but was becoming increasingly excited as she
played with my pussy lips from behind.

   The mall security guard casually looked around and wrinkled his nose.  
-œSomething smell like fish? -

   Oh no, he could smell my musky odor, and I knew I was so wet between my
legs!  Alicia and Carrie could barely contain themselves from bursting out
in laughter.  I wasn -(TM)t sure how much longer I could stand it.  A small
crowd started to form, of people pausing on their way out toward the exit.
I began to fear I wasn -(TM)t fooling anybody --

   Suddenly Lisa appeared back through the doors, and motioned toward us. 
-œOK, girls, let -(TM)s bring her out! -

   Once again, my two taller friends grabbed me beneath my arms and lifted.
I did my absolute best to keep my legs and the rest of my body straight. 
Even though I wanted to curl my toes at the feel of their fingers around my
hot skin.  If anyone looked closely, they would see my little pink clit
fully erect and sticking out!  This was so embarrassing!  I secretly bit my
lip as we headed out the doors, into the night air.

   Lisa instructed Alicia and Carrie to place me in the passenger side of
her Volkswagen Beetle.  We then drove slowly around, following them to
Alicia -(TM)s car.  Once we were out of view from anyone else in the
parking lot, I didn -(TM)t have to pretend to be a mannequin and could let
my body relax.  I bent my knees to each side so that my legs were spread
wide open.  Then I began to madly rub my pussy.

   The dominating blonde looked over at me and said,  -œWhat do you think
you -(TM)re doing! -

    -œOh, Lisa! - I moaned between gasps of breath.   -œThat was so hot!
Being carried out of the mall completely naked -- in front of so many
people!  I think I -(TM)m going to explode! -

    -œWell you may not masturbate in my car, Erica.  Take your hands away,
and place them at your sides! -

   Reluctantly, I slowed down my fingering, then clenched my fists on my
thighs.  When Lisa put her hand on the automatic shift, I reached out and
grabbed her wrist and brought her fingers lightly over my pussy.  I -(TM)m
usually not that aggressive, but at that moment I was so horny!

    -œPlease, Lisa -- won -(TM)t you finish me off? -

   She looked at me with her piercing blue eyes, and answered,  -œI -(TM)m
not that kind of woman!  Now keep your hands to yourself -- -

   As we proceeded to drive away from the mall, I moaned and complained,
but did as I was told.  Of course, I could feel my pussy quiver and pulse,
begging to be touched.  I bucked my hips, and thought I might have an
orgasm right there without even using my hands!

    -œYou had better calm yourself down, little girl, - Lisa said.   -œOr
else you -(TM)re going to be in bad shape when we arrive at the movie
theatre. -

   Clasping palms over my elongated nipples, I blinked at her.   -œMovie --
movie theatre? -

    -œThat -(TM)s right, Erica.  You see, Carrie and I were going to catch
a show tonight.  Can you think of any reason why you and Alicia shouldn
-(TM)t join us? -

   I licked my lips, imagining the possibilities of what she was planning.
Nevertheless, I shyly answered,  -œBecause I -(TM)m totally naked -- I
-(TM)m not wearing a thing! -

   Lisa only laughed,  -œWell now, that has nothing to do with Alicia.  Why
spoil her fun? -

   Turning around so that I was sitting on my knees, I looked over the seat
and saw that Alicia -(TM)s car was following close behind.  The girls even
waved at me.  I wonder if they knew what Lisa had in store for the rest of
the evening.  And then there was a loud honking from a car passing us on
the left.  Oh my gosh -- in this position, I was really mooning the
oncoming traffic!

   I quickly sat back down on my bare ass, crossing my legs tight and
folding my arms across my breasts.  That little shock helped to cool me
down a bit, as I was more embarrassed now.  Slouching a little in the seat,
I tried to get a bearing on our surroundings.  We were driving off a main
road, and in the opposite direction of the multi cinemaplex we normally
would go to.  That caused me to sigh in relief.  As we continued down the
quiet street, I realized it was the smaller town theatre that Lisa was
talking about.  They usually had only two shows playing at any given time,
cheap, like for five bucks.

   Of course, when we pulled into the parking lot, I saw that there were
about a dozen cars here, close together.  No one else was outside.  I guess
the movie had already started.  But there was always the risk of teenagers
hanging out here, smoking and stuff.  Alicia parked her car in an empty
spot across from us.  Then she and Carrie got out and walked over to Lisa
-(TM)s blue Beetle.

    -œSo what -(TM)s the plan? - Carrie asked cheerfully, leaning on the
driver -(TM)s side rolled down window.

   Lisa looked up and replied,  -œThe movie should have started only ten
minutes ago.  We -(TM)re not that late.  You and I will go in and buy
tickets, while Alicia and Erica sneak around through the back fire exits,
like the kids do -- -

   My eyes went wide hearing this, and I shivered.

   But Alicia, opening the door on my side, also voiced concern.   -œWhy do
I have to enter illegally?  I don -(TM)t want to get into trouble! -

   Lisa stepped out of the car, and came around to admonish the dark-haired
girl.   -œWell someone has to stay with Erica!  If we leave her alone, she
-(TM)s likely to stay outside and play with herself all night long! -

    -œIs that right, Erica? - Alicia looked down at my flushed naked body.
 -œTell us what you would like to be doing. -

   All my friends were gathered outside, I was the only one still in the
car.  Looking up at them, I felt so small.  It was kind of humiliating, but
I had to admit there was still one thing on my mind.

    -œI -- I want to cum. -

    -œWell there will be none of that, - Lisa informed me.   -œNow get out
of my car, before we miss more of the movie! -

   There were lights fixed on the outside of the building, so the small
parking lot was pretty well lit.  I was pretty nervous as I extended a
slender, trembling leg out the door.  But as soon as my bare toes touched
the blacktop, I froze.  I didn -(TM)t think I could go any further.  And
then Carrie reached down to take me by the arms.

    -œCome on, Erica -- it will be so much fun! - she said as she pulled
me to stand outside the Volkswagen.

   Oh, oh!  I was completely nude in the middle of the movie theatre
parking lot!  I heard Lisa shut the door behind me, then click on her key
chain to lock it shut.  For some reason, that made me feel more naked, like
I had one less hiding place.  My perky titties quivered with nipples
sticking straight up, begging for attention.

   And then Alicia took me by the hand like I was a child.   -œGuess we
better find the back fire exit! -

   I glanced over my shoulder and watched Carrie and Lisa walk briskly
toward the main entrance.  No covering now, as Alicia pulled me along after
her, leaving my pink pussy lips to feel the breeze.  The rest of my body
jiggled and bounced at her side until we reached some concrete steps that
led to a metal door.  We had to wait a few moments to let the other two get
their tickets and find a seat inside.

    -œHow do you feel right now? - Alicia inquired, eyeing my naked body
up and down.

   I rubbed my arms a little, but made no effort to cover myself in front
of my friend.  Sliding the toes of one foot behind my bare calf I answered,
 -œKind of chilly -- a little scared, and embarrassed, too. -

    -œHmmm, - Alicia had a thoughtful look in her eye.  She gently took my
breasts in her hands, and began massaging the sensitive nipples between her
thumb and forefinger.   -œThese seem pretty stiff to me -- You sure you
-(TM)re not enjoying this, Erica? -

    -œOhhh, that feels so good, - I purred.   -œPlease don -(TM)t stop! -


   But then my friend removed her hands and said,  -œI think it -(TM)s
probably safe to go inside now. -

   When Alicia pushed open the back door just a crack, I could hear the
sounds and voices from the movie.  There was the flicker of light from the
projector, but the rest of the inside would be in complete darkness.  Well,
of course she had given me such a cruel little tease, I didn -(TM)t even
hesitate to follow her into the theatre.  My heart was beating fast as I
realized we could be caught by an usher, and I didn -(TM)t have any clothes
on!  The fire exit door closed behind us, my feet stepping onto the
carpeted aisle floor.

   We stayed close to the wall, walking up the incline and trying to find
where our other friends were seated.  Occasionally I looked up at the large
screen, wondering if I could be seen by the light it shed.  Even if the
slender silhouette of my figure was noticeable, all eyes seemed to be fixed
on the movie.  The thought struck me that I was totally nude inside a small
theatre with other people.  Instinctively, my arms folded to cross over my
tits and cover my pussy.

    -œThere they are! - sounded the voice of Carrie, and I thought I could
just make out her form standing to wave us over.

    -œShhh! - some hissed.

    -œSit down! - another voice complained from behind.

   Oh my, I really didn -(TM)t want her drawing all this attention!  I
looked over my shoulder toward the exit sign, seeing that we had come up
rather a long way.  We were closer to the back of the theatre, near the
doors that opened out into the lobby.  When we reached the row of seats
where Lisa and Carrie were sitting, Alicia made me get in first.  My bare
legs climbed over one of my friends, and I found the cushion of an empty
chair waiting for me.  Gratefully, I sank down as best I could.

    -œErica, is that you? - Carrie asked in a harsh whisper.

   Of course I kept quiet, practically holding my breath.  But requiring
verification, my strawberry-blonde friend reached across the seat and began
touching my bare body.  She clasped my arm at first, but that wasn -(TM)t
enough.  Carrie had to let her fingers wander over my chest until they
found and started playing with a nipple.  Then she slid her hand down my
leg and squeezed the thigh.  Unseen, I wiggled my toes appreciatively.  I
didn -(TM)t expect her to go any further, but sure enough, she stretched
her arm out and found my pussy, gently massaging my bald vulva.

    -œMmmmm, - I purred.

   Lisa grabbed my other arm and shook me.   -œKnock it off, you two. 
Erica is not allowed to have an orgasm in the movie theatre! -

    -œShhh, - someone else added in annoyance.

   Appropriately reprimanded, Carrie retracted her arm and kept her hands
to her self.  We settled in to continue watching the movie.  But being
naked and horny, I found it rather difficult to concentrate.  I noticed
there wasn -(TM)t anyone sitting directly in front of us for a couple of
rows.  So I sank a little lower in my seat, and lifted my legs to the chair
before me.  Each ankle fit nicely in the space between the tops of each
chair back.  Thus, spread out brazenly, I began stroking my clitoris.  I
was thankful for the darkness that allowed me to be completely naked in
public.  If the house lights should suddenly turn on, I would be displaying
all my pink parts!

   Uninterested in the movie, I began to fantasize about my friends.  I
imagined Lisa, Alicia, and Carrie taking off all their clothes, too. 
Imagine four female high school seniors, stark naked in the back of a movie
theatre.  I pictured us getting up and streaking the lobby, then running
out into the parking lot and streaking to our cars.  I wondered how many
people would see our nude bodies --

   Suddenly, Lisa was shaking my smooth shoulder.   -œI -(TM)m thirsty,
Erica.  Alicia and I need a couple of sodas.  We can share with you and
Carrie. -

    -œOh -- - I gasped, momentarily bewildered as I brought my feet
quickly to the floor.  I even crossed my legs as if to conceal my swollen
pussy lips.  Actually, a drink did sound nice, to cool my overheated body.
-œUm, OK -- -

    -œGood.  Here -(TM)s ten dollars, and don -(TM)t forget to bring me
back the change! - Lisa said as she produced a bill and held it inches
from my face.

   I gripped the arms of the seat tight.   -œWhat?  You want me to get the
soft drinks for you?  But Lisa -- I -(TM)m naked! -

    -œShhh! -

   There was a pause of silence, before Lisa continued.  She practically
whispered in my ear,  -œYes, I know that, Erica.  But you see, this is a
very small, cheap little theatre.  Only one guy is outside collecting
tickets, and now that both shows started, the lobby is empty.  There are
snack machines and soda machines, so you can help yourself -- -

   I gently stroked my left nipple as I listened, Lisa -(TM)s breath hot
but sweet on the side of my face.  That didn -(TM)t sound too bad.  If I
could sneak out of here under the cover of darkness, get the drinks from
the empty lobby, then return to my friends without being seen.  It was
absolutely crazy, but also had me really excited.  And it would give me a
chance to stretch my legs.

   Standing up, I felt a trickle of wetness run down my thigh.  That was
pretty embarrassing, especially as I had to climb back over Lisa and
Alicia. They would really find out how much this was turning me on.  Out of
habit, I excused myself quietly while the girls could hardly stifle their
giggles.  Finally, my bare feet reached the carpet of the aisle, my hand
reached out to touch the side wall.  I looked out upon a sea of blackness,
illuminated only by the bright picture at the front of the theatre.  Taking
a deep breath, I padded closer to the exit sign that led out into the
lobby.

   I figured I had better do this quickly.  Not sure what would be waiting
on the other side, I instinctively clasped the hand holding the money over
my pussy and pushed open the door.  I didn -(TM)t want any light from
outside to stream through and give me away, so I hurried forward and let
the door close behind me.  Adjusting my eyes to the bright surroundings, it
looked like I was alone.

   Still, I clutched my arm over my bare breasts, and now I was truly
covering my pink bits.  I shivered a little and trembled, listening for any
nearby voices.  Oh my gosh, I was so naked out here!  I took a couple of
baby steps forward, turning my head to each side.  There wasn -(TM)t any
sign of the guy collecting tickets.  That was good, because I didn -(TM)t
even buy a ticket, which I did feel kind of guilty about.  I was amazed to
realize that my guilt only increased my arousal.  My skin was heating up
now, I swallowed a lump of fear nervously, so tempted to start playing with
myself.  And then I saw the vending machines that Lisa was talking about.

   My feet padded across the floor as I dashed over to the snacks and soda
dispensers nestled side by side in a corner.  Immediately, I scanned the
selection of soft drinks.  I had no idea what Lisa wanted!  I figured I had
best go with a diet, since she was in great shape and probably always
watching her calories.  Me, I didn -(TM)t have to worry about that, as I
was naturally trim and had a flat sexy tummy.  I lifted up the bill she had
given me and prepared to insert it into the machine -- only to discover
that it did not take ten dollar bills!

    -œHoly shit! - came the sound of a young male voice.

   I whirled around on my heel, quickly draping an arm across my tits and
placing the currency strategically over my nude pussy.  My eyes met what
appeared to be a teenage boy, although he was dressed in a ridiculous usher
-(TM)s uniform.  Well, at least he was dressed.  I guess this was the guy
who worked here at night.

    -œUm -- hi, - I said, watching his eyes look me over from head to toe.


   He stood frozen for a second, then alertly informed me,  -œYou -(TM)re
naked -- -

    -œYeah, - I kind of laughed in spite of the embarrassing situation.  
-œIt -(TM)s, ah -- a bet.  No, a dare -- -

    -œA dare? -

   Looking around to make sure it was just the two of us in the lobby, I
said,  -œYeah, um, my friends in the theatre -- they dared me to take off
my clothes and come out here to get a soda.  I didn -(TM)t think I would
run into anybody -- -

   The boy continued to stare openly, then said,  -œWow -- that is so hot!
-

   I felt kind of flushed standing here, talking to him while I was totally
nude.  But like he said, it was kind of hot, and I was already turned on. I
shyly rubbed my foot behind my other leg, while my fingers stretched
teasingly in front of my crotch.

    -œThe only thing is -- this machine doesn -(TM)t take large bills.  Do
you -- do you think you could get me some change? - I asked with my big
brown eyes wide, really hoping that he wouldn -(TM)t call security or
anything like that.  Then again, he probably was security!

    -œYeah, sure -- you just have to follow me to the ticket counter, - he
said and immediately turned toward the entrance of the building.

   Of course, there was that small closet-like room when you first walked
in, with a pane of glass shielding the ticket-taker.  Into this room, the
boy disappeared.  I shrugged my shoulder and followed his steps.  Once I
reached the counter window, I had to wait patiently while he opened the
register.  My toes wiggled on the carpet of the lobby.  It then occurred to
me that there was another movie playing, and I had no idea when it was
over. If the theatre should let out, probably a dozen people would come
streaming out and would see me naked!

   And then I realized I was standing just a foot away from the main door
to the building.  Anyone arriving to buy tickets for the next show, would
really be in for a treat!  I was utterly surrounded by potential sudden
exposure!  I wished he would hurry.

    -œAll right, I can give you a five and five singles, - the boy said
from behind the window.

   I blinked, and suddenly understood that I had to fork over Lisa -(TM)s
ten spot.  Carefully, squirming a bit in embarrassment, I lowered my other
arm to cover my pussy while I placed the bill on the counter.  I quickly
took the rest of the money, then spun around to walk back over to the soda
machines.  My butt must have jiggled deliciously with my hasty steps, as my
palm bounced against my bald vulva.

   Now I had to use both hands as I stood in front of the vending machine,
to select a crisp dollar bill and insert it into the slot.  I punched up a
diet soda, and waited for the can to drop.  Thinking I had a bit of
privacy, I bent down to retrieve the can, which left my pussy lips clearly
visible from behind.

    -œTurn around, - came the sound of the teenage movie clerk.

   I was startled by the tone and proximity of his voice, so my reflexes
just took over and I did as I was told.  But now I had a cold can of soda
in one hand, and the rest of the money clenched in my other hand.  Both
arms dangling, I covered nothing!

   He looked me over suspiciously and said,  -œI don -(TM)t remember you
buying a ticket tonight. -

    -œWell -- - I started, but for a moment, all I could think of was his
eyes focused on the pink folds of skin of my shaved pussy.   -œMaybe you
don -(TM)t recognize me because I don -(TM)t have any clothes on? -

   The teenager took a step closer.   -œYeah -- what were you wearing? -

    -œUm -- I came in with my friends, - I answered.  I didn -(TM)t want
to admit that I had been naked already!   -œOne was a blonde dressed in
dark pants and a blue top.  Another was a tall girl with strawberry-blonde
hair -- -

   Strolling around me, the boy was feeling very sure of himself as he
admired my bare backside.   -œYeah, I think I remember them. -

    -œLook!  Can I just go back in the theatre and put my clothes on? 
Maybe you didn -(TM)t see me, because I -(TM)m small -- -

   Standing back in front of me, evaluating my chest, he agreed.   -œYes,
your tits are kind of small.  But those nipples -- are so long!  They
-(TM)re like sticking out an inch!  Can I touch them? -

    -œUm -- no! - I replied rather firmly.  But the attention my nudity
was drawing was making me very excited.  I was afraid I would start
touching them myself, or other parts of my body, if I didn -(TM)t get back
to my friends soon.

    -œOK, well, you do have a pretty cute body.  I guess I can let you go
back inside now. -

   Relieved, but also blushing fiercely, I only answered,  -œUh-huh -- -

   Somewhat in a daze, I watched as he opened the door to the theatre for
me.  I padded across the floor, passing very close to the young man as I
slipped into the waiting darkness.  His uniform sleeve brushed my bare arm,
sending a thrill through my entire body.  I wondered if he had noticed my
clit poking out, or if he could smell my musky juices.  He probably wanted
to hurry off to the men -(TM)s room and do his own thing!

   The door closed behind me, and my eyes needed a moment to adjust so that
I could proceed.  Down the sloped aisle I continued, hoping no one else
would have the sudden urge to use the restrooms.  I don -(TM)t know what I
would do if I ran into another person like this.  I counted the rows as I
made my way down, remembering that we were five away from the back of the
room.  With the movie holding everyone -(TM)s attention, I snuck between
the seats again and tapped Alicia on the shoulder.

    -œWhat took you so long? - she asked.

   In response, I handed her the soda can and shuffled sideways so that my
ass was directly in front of her face.  When I stepped across her seat and
moved in front of Lisa, I feared she would grab my butt cheeks and do
something naughty to me.  Wow, this was not helping my situation!  Finally,
I reached the empty seat next to Carrie and sank into the cushion.

   Once I handed Lisa back her change, my hands were free to wander.  In
the darkness of the theatre, I used my fingers to spread open my pussy
lips, and felt my clit poke out fully erect.  I was dying for someone to
touch me there!  Instead, Lisa was soon shaking my arm.

    -œHey, Erica -- I told you to get us two sodas! -

   Caught with my hands on my pussy, I turned and looked at her.   -œPlease
don -(TM)t make me go back out there!  The guy who works here already saw
me -- naked! -

    -œReally? - Lisa seemed amused by my humiliating encounter.   -œYou
must be ready to explode right now.  Well, I -(TM)d love to cool you down,
but you can -(TM)t have our soda, since you only bought one.  Now sit still
like a good little girl, with both hands on the arm rests. -

   Afraid of what she might do to me, or force me to do, I complied --
bringing my arms to rest at the sides of my seat in the theatre.  My whole
body tingled, being totally nude in room full of clothed people.  I swear
my pussy twitched and quivered.  If anyone saw me like this, at the height
of my arousal, I think I would die of embarrassment!  I stared straight
ahead, and tried to watch the movie.

   I heard Lisa take a sensual slurp from the soda can, her lips
practically next to my ear.   -œCarrie -- would you like a sip of my drink?
-

   My friend leaned over me on the other side and answered,  -œWhy thank
you, Lisa.  I would like a drink.  My mouth is just parched! -

   But instead of asking me to pass the can to her, Lisa reached across and
deliberately brushed the tin surface against my elongated nipple.  Carrie
took the soda from her once it was between my breasts, and pulling it
toward her, she also rubbed my other nipple against the can.  I could not
help but watch as she titled her head back and took a long gulp, her
profile was beautiful as a bead of condensation dribbled down her chin.  I
licked my lips, silently spreading my legs apart even wider.  Then Carrie
passed the can back toward Lisa, again pausing to rub it over my bare
breasts.

    -œOh --.  ahhh -- - I moaned, the soda can feeling so good on my skin.
There was no stopping the orgasm that was building between my legs.

   By the time Lisa took back her soda, also teasing my hard nipple, I was
beyond containing myself.

   I lowered my right hand to my crotch and started masturbating.  Right
there, in the theatre, sitting between my high school friends and among
dozens of strangers.  I was completely naked, and the thought drove me
wild. Slipping a finger deep inside me, I poked and prodded, stroking my
most sensitive spot.  With a final bucking of my hips, I achieved a
clitoral ejaculation, creaming the cushion of the seat.

    -œMmmm -- yes!  Yes!  Oh, yes! - I cried in release.

    -œShhh! -

   But I didn -(TM)t care, not about the sounds I was making or the chances
of being caught.  I was just so relieved to let out all that pent up
excitement.  Finally, I closed my eyes, and sank a little in the chair, a
hand resting on my belly and a sweet smile upon my lips.  And then, Lisa
was shaking my shoulder again.

    -œAre you quite finished, Erica? -

    -œMmm-hmmm, - I purred as I languidly stretched my legs.

   Lisa leaned over close, hooking a strand of my hair behind my ear and
whispered,  -œGood -- because the movie is about to end.  The lights will
be going on, and as people start leaving the theatre, they will see that
you are -- bare -- ass -- naked! -

    -œOh my, - I sat upright quickly, gathering my arms around my small
but perky breasts.   -œWhat should I do? -

   On my right side, Carrie rubbed my shoulder sympathetically.   -œYou had
better leave now, unless you want to put on a show.  We -(TM)ll meet you in
the parking lot. -

    -œBut -- but -- that usher guy is still out front! -

    -œMaybe, - Lisa replied coldly,  -œbut he has already seen your nude
little body. -

   I started to stand on trembling legs.  Now that I thought about it, I
was never sure how I was going to be leaving the movie theatre!  I couldn
-(TM)t believe I let Lisa trap me like this.  Suddenly, there came from the
speakers the loud rock music as the end credits began to crawl up the
screen.  The movie was over, and I knew a lot people didn -(TM)t stay to
watch all the credits.  Ahead of me, I saw the shapes of figures below
rising from their seats.  I wasn -(TM)t sure if the lights stayed off for
all the credits, or if they could turn on at any moment, but I had to act
fast.

   Clumsily, I slid sideways over the legs of my still-seated friends. 
This time I was facing forward, and my pink pussy was eye level with Lisa
and Alicia.  Thankfully, they didn -(TM)t make a move to further stimulate
me and humiliate me.  They let me pass, and soon my feet found the carpet
of the side aisle that would run up to the back exit.

   And then the lights went on.

   Oh my gosh, oh my gosh -- it happened so fast!  I just froze, up against
the wall.  At that moment, I was most embarrassed about my pussy.  Because
of my recent state of arousal, my juicy labia were still prominent and
hanging out, my clit still extended.  I placed a hand over my crotch and
began quickly moving toward the door.

    -œStreaker! - someone yelled, and it sounded a lot like Lisa!

   I didn -(TM)t bother to turn around, I could feel everyone -(TM)s eyes
on my bare ass.  I stretched out my one free arm to open the door, my other
hand still shielding my bald pubic mound.  Abruptly I burst into the lobby,
stark naked, only to find that the other theatre was already emptying out.
About a half of dozen people saw me and pointed.

   Oh no, oh no, oh no!  Confused, I lifted both hands to cover my nipples.
Then I clasped my hands back over my pussy.  I kind of hopped around in a
circle, this was so embarrassing!  More people got a good look at my body.
Amid the commotion of voices laughing, cheering, and whistling, I spotted
the door by the ticket counter.  Blushing all over, I ran in that
direction.

   As I passed the window, the teenager who worked at the movie theatre
called out,  -œHey!  You can -(TM)t keep running around like that! -

   This actually made me pause and look at him and say I was sorry.  I
guess this was my punishment for sneaking in without buying a ticket!  As I
then proceeded to make my way outside, the door suddenly opened before me.
A couple was on their way in --

    -œOh my goodness! - said an older woman.   -œThat little girl hasn
-(TM)t any clothes on! -

    -œExcuse me, - I mumbled, more apologetic as I brushed my bare body
past them.

   Upon stepping outside, I immediately felt the cool night air wash over
me, which was rather nice.  Although it did have the effect of stiffening
my nipples.  And then I remembered that I had entered the building with
Alicia through the back fire exits.  Now it took me a moment to get my
bearings, and realize that I was standing naked on the sidewalk that
crossed in front of the movie theatre!

   Cars honked as they drove down the street.  Oh my gosh -- they had just
seen my butt!  I whirled around, one arm slung over my breasts, and cupped
my vulva in my other hand.  Starting to walk in one direction, I saw some
people leaving a restaurant down the street.  More words were shouted as
they pointed at me.  I turned and ran the other way, my cute little ass
bouncing as I hurried, feet slapping over the pavement.

   By the time I made it back into the parking lot of the movie theatre,
lots of people were hanging out by their cars.  This included Lisa, Alicia,
and Carrie as they leaned against their respective vehicles and waved me
over.  People called out to me as I passed among them, with an arm slung
across my tits and my other hand discreetly covering my hairless pussy. 
Some of the things they said were flattering, some, not so pleasant.  There
were words commenting on my nice legs, or my tight behind.  Others asked me
to move my arms out of the way, and show them everything.  Part of me
wanted to do just that, but I was really embarrassed -- especially because
I was growing aroused again!

   In the end, despite all that had happened, I -(TM)m still a pretty shy
and decent girl.  So I desperately kept my pink bits hidden as I approached
the side of Lisa -(TM)s car.  But wouldn -(TM)t you know, the bitch kept
the door locked!  I bounced impatiently on my toes, knowing that all eyes
were on my bare backside.  Slowly, the power window rolled down in front of
me.

    -œI think you know what you have to do, Erica, - Lisa said, sliding in
to sit behind the wheel.   -œTurn around and wave good night to all your
fans -- -

   Well, I guess I was going to be an exhibitionist, whether I liked it or
not!  I turned around reluctantly and saw that ten people, men and women,
were watching me.  I parted my legs slightly, the naughty side of me
reasoning that if I was going to show, I would show it all!  With my hands
lowered to rest on my hips, out sprung my pointy nipples.  The lips of my
shaved vulva were totally exposed, and I could feel my labia sticking out
as well.  I was just about to use my fingers to spread open my pink gash,
when I heard the door behind me unlock.

   I twisted my nude body around, and lifted the handle.  Then I quickly
jumped inside the car.  Another moment out there, and I -(TM)m sure I would
have been rubbing my clit in front of everyone!

   Lisa looked over at me as she started the engine and began to drive off.
 -œYou -(TM)re such a bad girl, Erica. -

    -œNo, no I -(TM)m not! - I cried.   -œIt -(TM)s all your fault!  You
stripped me naked and kept me nude all night long!  You -(TM)re the one who
makes me so hot and horny! -

   The blonde -(TM)s eyes flashed for an instant, but then she smiled
deviously at me.  I immediately regretted my outburst as she said,  -œWell
I hope your body can handle all the excitement, little girl.  Because
tomorrow, you are coming with me to pick up your boots! -

   I was very quiet for the rest of the drive home.  My mind pondered the
challenge that awaited me, for I didn -(TM)t need to ask what Lisa had
planned.

   The next day, Lisa -(TM)s Blue Beetle pulled up quietly in front of my
house, just around six in the morning.  It was still early so that my
parents wouldn -(TM)t be awake for another half an hour.  I had watched
from the living room window, waiting for her arrival.  Then I took a deep
breath and walked into the hallway.  I had noticed it was just starting to
get light outside.  With a trembling hand, I opened the front door and
pushed my leg forward, stretching beyond the safety and concealment of my
home.

   A slender, shapely leg that was completely bare, all the way down to my
delicate toes.



   18  -" Erica -(TM)s Birthday

    -œHey, everybody -- it -(TM)s little Erica -(TM)s birthday today! -

   Lisa stood up in the middle of the room and made the embarrassing
announcement.  I just put my head down and tried to bury my face in my
arms. We were in our morning study hall period, and the teacher had just
excused himself a few minutes ago.  It was Lisa and myself, and ten other
seniors.  We were told that we were old enough to be left unsupervised, and
he could trust us to continue our work.  So then, why did Lisa pull this
childish prank?

   True, it was my birthday.  I had always looked forward to my spring-time
birthday, as it meant only a couple of more months of school.  But this
year in particular, it was more like a matter of weeks, and we would be
finished with high school!  That thought did have me giddy.

   Carrie was also in this study hall with us, and I heard her say,  -œYou
know, Lisa -- I believe it is tradition for the young lady to receive a
friendly paddling on her birthday bottom! -

   My eyes went wide, and my head jerked up, as I listened to muffled
laughter from the other students in the classroom.

    -œYes, I suppose eighteen swats ought to do, - Lisa replied.   -œOne
for each year! -

   I watched as the bitchy blonde climbed out of her seat and walked up to
the front of the room.  She passed by the blackboard and continued over to
the door, sticking out her head to make sure the coast was clear in the
corridor.  Then she shut the door firmly and looked in my direction.

    -œGo on, Erica, you don -(TM)t want to keep Lisa waiting. - Carrie
laughed from the desk across from me.

   Turning my head, I saw that the other boys and girls who were our
classmates, were starting to take an interest in the drama unfolding before
them.  Few students were engaged in busywork, or utilizing the period for
its intended purpose.  Not that anyone took academics very seriously this
late in the year --

   Lisa folded her arms over her chest and started tapping her foot.  
-œCome on, Erica!  Get up here so I can give you your birthday spanking! -


   Well, don -(TM)t you know, she spoke with such authority and such a
commanding voice, I was finding it hard to refuse.  Even though I was
mortified by the very suggestion, still, I couldn -(TM)t be sure what she
had planned if I didn -(TM)t cooperate.  All eyes in the class were now
upon my slender form as I slowly rose from my seat.  I guess this was all
just in the spirit of fun, and we seniors had been in a party state of mind
since mid-February!

   I was dressed in white baggy shorts and a navy blue sweatshirt, as it
was still cool enough outside.  And of course I had my sneakers and white
ankle socks.  As I stepped around the chair and walked forward to where
Lisa was standing, I knew all the guys were checking out my legs. 
Self-consciously, I tugged on the bottom of my sweatshirt, which I was glad
was not tight fitting.

    -œAll right, Erica -- put your palms up against the chalkboard, and
stick your butt out a little! -

   Hearing Lisa talk about my ass in front of everyone made me blush.  And
behind me, I could hear people chuckling or making crude comments.  But
nevertheless, I reached out both arms so they were straight in front of me,
hands flat on the slate.  I bent my one leg a bit, causing my bottom to
present an inviting target.

    -œUm, not too hard, - I tried to whisper.  But nervous and excited, I
said it too loud, which only brought more laughter.

   At my side, Lisa only smirked.  Then she turned to face her audience and
I can only imagine she made some grand flourishing gesture.  All at once, I
felt her hand playfully smack the backside of my shorts.

    -œOne! - She said with all the enthusiasm of a game show hostess. 
Another slap landed briskly on my cheek as Lisa called out,  -œTwo! -

    -œHey, Lisa -- - someone yelled,  -œIsn -(TM)t it customary to deliver
a spanking with her shorts down? -

   I shook my head, no, while remaining in my vulnerable position, while
Lisa mulled over this option.   -œHmmm, that is a good point.  Erica, I
-(TM)m afraid you -(TM)re going to have to drop  -~em! -

    -œBut -- but -- - I stammered, unable to believe what I was hearing.

   Lisa shuffled around so she was directly behind me.   -œAw, what -(TM)s
the matter?  You are wearing underwear today, aren -(TM)t you? -

    -œYes, - I replied meekly.  But that wasn -(TM)t good enough for Lisa.


   While my arms were still stretched out as if holding up the wall with
the blackboard, the dominating senior smoothly reached around my waist and
began searching for the clasp on my shorts.  From the view of everybody
still in their seats, it must have looked like she was riding my ass!  I
wiggled a little, and moaned, but it wasn -(TM)t much of a struggle. 
Pretty soon, her fingers popped open the button, then started tugging the
fabric down my hips.

    -œWhat was that? - Lisa mocked me, as she eased the shorts slowly down
my legs.   -œI guess we -(TM)re about to find out what kind of undies you
picked out this morning! -

   Suddenly, she gave a firm yank and brought the material down to my
ankles.  Oh my gosh!  I had just been pantsed in front of my second period
study hall!  This was so embarrassing -- Lisa stood up and stepped to the
side to admire her handiwork.  And that gave everyone a clear view of my
white little panties!

   Oh, oh!  I just remembered which pair I had picked out this morning. 
They had a sheer front, so I dare not turn around now, or else people would
see my camel toe pussy.  And the back was practically a thong -- not a
scrap of material covering my butt cheeks!  I don -(TM)t know why I put on
these skimpy things!  I had just turned eighteen today, and I guess I was
feeling sexy.  I never imagined I would be showing them off at school!

    -œNow where was I, - Lisa continued.  And then I felt her hard slap
land soundly on my ass.   -œThree! -

   There was something about hearing her bare hand hit the bare skin of my
ass that made this very arousing.  And the feel was incredible, even if it
did sting a little.  I could feel myself moistening down there, and my clit
was beginning to swell up.  Lisa -(TM)s hand smacked my other cheek.

    -œFour! -

    -œOh, - I gasped, even though I didn -(TM)t mean to.  It came out a
little too much like a squeal of pleasure.  My classmates would start to
figure this was turning me on!  And then Carrie spoke up.

    -œAhem -- It just occurred to me, Lisa.  Since today is Erica -(TM)s
birthday -- maybe she should be in her birthday suit! -

   My limbs went rigid in the front of the room, as the students erupted in
whistles and cheers.  Gosh, I hoped the teacher didn -(TM)t come back in
right now, with my shorts down around my feet!  But then, if he didn -(TM)t
return to take control of the class, there was no telling what Lisa might
actually do --

   I felt her slip a finger inside the elastic band of my panties and snap
it against the curve of my hip.   -œWhat do you say, Erica?  Do you want to
get into your birthday suit for us? -

    -œNo! - I said, slightly turning my head to regard Lisa.   -œYou can
-(TM)t be serious!  We -(TM)re in the middle of school -- there are a dozen
students here! -

   With hands on her hips, deadly serious, she said,  -œTake off your
clothes. -

   A hush fell over the room.  There was a cough, then voices murmuring. 
Someone asked if I would really do it.

    -œAbsolutely, - Lisa declared.  She was defiant, imperial, and not one
to be made a fool of.   -œErica will take off everything I tell her to. 
She -(TM)ll be totally naked, bare as the day she was born -- if I say so!
-

   My legs trembled a little, and I couldn -(TM)t seem to make my arms
work. This was like a nightmare and fantasy all rolled into one.

    -œNow, strip! - the blonde commanded.  Then she moved closer and put a
hand on my back.   -œDon -(TM)t worry, Erica, I -(TM)ll let you stay facing
forward.  So you won -(TM)t have to give us a full frontal show. -

   As if that was supposed to make me feel better!  In the middle of
confused and conflicting emotions, Lisa told me to step out of my shorts
completely.  They were loose and already bunched up around my shoes.  So
finally, I shook and lifted one leg first, and then raised my other foot.
Once I was free of the material, Lisa reached down and took this piece of
clothing.  It felt really strange to be standing up here, with my back
turned toward the class, in just my sweatshirt and underwear!

    -œTake off your shoes and socks -- -

   I bit my lip in frustration.  Oh, this was really it!  Very carefully, I
squatted down and started unlacing my sneaker.  If I kept going, there
would be no stopping her!  What if the teacher suddenly came back -- unless
he left for the whole period, then we would be alone for another thirty
minutes.  I reluctantly pulled the sneakers off my feet, hearing them
bounce to the floor.  Dreading every moment of this, yet reveling in the
humiliation, I peeled off each of my socks.

   Now I stood again, in my bare feet, feeling the coolness of the tiles. I
lifted one foot to my toes, giving the students in the front seats a view
of my naked sole.  Lisa stood to the side, evaluating my form and slender
shapely legs.

   With an elbow resting in one hand, tapping her chin with a finger, she
said,  -œI think you should remove that ugly sweatshirt next! -

   Oh, my panties were getting really damp now!  I nervously gripped the
edge of my sweatshirt in clenched fists.  Underneath, I was only wearing a
bra, and this just as skimpy as my underwear.  Fully erect at this point,
my nipples nearly pushed through the flimsy material.  I lifted the heavier
fabric for a moment, and then fidgeting, I noticed that I could stretch the
shirt down further and effectively cover my bottoms -- more or less. 
Pulling it as far as possible until it just reached the tops of my thighs,
I looked over my shoulder at the other students.

   Then I looked at Lisa with my brown eyes wide.   -œI can -(TM)t!  I can
-(TM)t do it -- -

   I held on to the sweatshirt tight using one hand, and lunged for the
classroom door.  Pulling it open quickly, I then bolted out into the
hallway in my bare feet and panties.  I looked around, but the corridor was
thankfully empty.  Still, I tugged harder on my shirt so that it completely
hid my undies.  I tried to ignore my lack of footwear.

   Lisa was furious.  Even as I started walking away, I heard her call my
name, standing just in classroom doorway.  I could feel her eyes burning
into my back!

    -œErica, - she hissed.   -œI -(TM)m not done with you!  I -(TM)m going
to track you down, and strip off every last piece of your clothing,
birthday girl! -

   Oh my, she sounded rather determined!  I could hear the uproar of the
other students -(TM) laughter, and thought it would be best if I didn
-(TM)t stick around.  Now, I wasn -(TM)t sure if Lisa would really come
after me, but I decided I should find a place to hide.  My light steps took
me around the corner of the hallway, where fortunately, because classes
were still in session, the doors were closed.  No one would see me as my
bare legs passed by -- I really couldn -(TM)t believe I was wearing so
little!  A quick glance over my shoulder showed that I wasn -(TM)t being
followed.  Then I ducked into the girls -(TM) bathroom at the end of the
corridor.

    -œThis is crazy, - I said to myself as I looked around at the empty
stalls.   -œWhat a way to spend your birthday! -

   Running my fingers through my hair, I wondered desperately what I was
going to do.  I supposed it was only a matter of time before Lisa came in
here and found me, and followed through with her threat.  Maybe it would be
better if she stripped me naked in the privacy of the restroom, instead of
in front of a class full of students.  But then she might take my clothes
and leave me here.

   Well, before I decided what to do next, I realized that I needed to sit
down and have myself a pee.  Entering one of the unoccupied stalls, I
dropped my panties to my feet.  This made me shudder as it underscored that
fact that I wasn -(TM)t wearing any pants -- or shoes, or socks!  Lowering
my head, I watched my bare toes wiggle on the tiles of the floor.  I
absently let my underwear fall off first one foot, then the other.  Now I
was completely bottomless!

   Of course, the irrational thought did cross my mind that I should take
off the rest of my clothes and beat Lisa at her own game.  Maybe I would
streak the halls.  Raising the bottom of the sweatshirt a bit, my hand
wandered down and touched my pussy.  I pictured myself running through the
school totally nude.  Oh, Oh -- that would be so hot!  But, yet, I knew I
wasn -(TM)t brave enough to do that on my own.  Besides, I had turned
eighteen today -- I was practically an adult!  And adults didn -(TM)t do
those sort of sophomoric pranks, right?

   As I finished my business and emptied my bladder, I suddenly remembered
that I had an exam in my next period English class!  Damn, what was I going
to do now!  I really couldn -(TM)t miss that test.  And then I heard the
door to the restroom open, two girls entering and chattering away. 
Quickly, I reached down and found my panties, pulling them back up my legs.
This was so embarrassing!  Especially, as I didn -(TM)t want the girls to
see me without my shoes --

   They must have stopped to check themselves in the mirror first.  As I
waited nervously, I curled my feet around the base of the bowl.  The two
girls continued to talk about some stupid teacher they had, and softball
practice after school.  Finally, they went into the two stalls on either
side of me.  I took that opportunity to get up and exit my own, and hurry
out of restroom without being discovered.

   Once I was back in the hallway, I made sure to pull the sweatshirt all
the way down so that I didn -(TM)t reveal my snug panties.  Placing my arms
at my sides, I was relieved to see that, indeed, the navy hem came right up
to the tops of my thighs.  Breathing easier, I still didn -(TM)t like the
fact that I was barefoot.  But I couldn -(TM)t go back to the study hall
classroom, because I was afraid Lisa might take my shirt and bra!  I then
recalled that my English professor didn -(TM)t have a class this period --
that meant his room might be empty!  I decided I would try to sneak into
the room before it started, and wait for the next class to begin.

   It was so quiet, I could hear my feet slapping across the floor, feeling
my bare skin lift from the cool tiles with each step.  I was getting hot
beneath my sweatshirt!  Finding the stairwell that led to the second floor,
I quickly climbed up the flights, aware that my sweatshirt was riding up my
body.  And I really didn -(TM)t want to be seen from behind, on account of
my thong underwear!

   I poked my head out of the alcove and saw that this floor was as
deserted and quiet as the one below.  So I bravely stepped out into the
corridor and started toward the direction of the English classroom.  But
when I turned the corner, there were a couple of boys at their lockers!  I
hesitated for a moment, but then decided I had best act normal and walk
past them.

   Well, of course, first I made sure my sweatshirt was back at a decent
level.  And then I proceeded to march forward, my arms at my sides even as
my hips wiggled just slightly.  I couldn -(TM)t take my eyes of these two
students, who appeared to be freshmen or sophomores.  That -(TM)s because
as I approached, their combined gazes were locked on my eighteen-year-old
form.  I watched as they devoured the sight of my slender legs, completely
bare all the way to my toes.  Oh my gosh, I felt so naked to be out in the
hallway like this!  I knew they were wondering, even fantasizing, about if
I had anything under my shirt.  Licking my lips, I realized I had better
get to my classroom fast and calm down a bit.

   The boys were speechless as I passed by them, and they made no comment
or curious remark.  I suppose they might think that seniors are entitled to
walk around barefoot and fancy-free, especially a month before graduation.
It was rather satisfying to think I was being recognized as an
upperclassman for once, and the thought that I only had on my underwear
caused me to shiver a little.

   All the way at the end of the corridor, just after the last lockers, was
my English Literature classroom.  The door was open, but I could see the
lights were turned off.  That was a good sign.  Sure enough, I slipped
inside the room, which was otherwise empty at this point.  I glanced up at
the clock -- fifteen minutes until the next bell rang.  The teacher would
probably be pleased to see I had arrived so early, and on a test day!

   Finding a book from the shelves that lined the back of the room, I
seated myself at a desk also in the back and tried to look busy or at least
studious.  Needless to say, I had a difficult time concentrating.  My butt
cheeks had direct contact with the wooden chair, and though I crossed my
legs underneath, I couldn -(TM)t help but rub my toes behind my calf.

    -œErica! - came the voice of my teacher walking through the door.  
-œWhat a surprise.  I -(TM)m pleased to see you arrived extra early! -

   I smiled to myself at his predicted declaration.   -œUm, yeah -- I
wanted to be extra prepared. -

   Suddenly I felt very flustered.  I mean, here I was sitting with just a
baggy sweatshirt to conceal my underwear.  I didn -(TM)t have my shorts or
shoes, or socks.  Maybe this wasn -(TM)t such a good idea --

    -œWell, don -(TM)t let me disturb you, - the teacher was continuing. 
-œI only wish the rest of your classmates were as conscientious as you! -

   I only grunted,  -œUh-huh -- -

   My head bent down, I pretty much had my face in the open pages of the
book, to hide my blushing.  One elbow was propped up on the desk, the hand
teasing and twirling the brown tresses of my hair.  But my other arm -- I
secretly lowered, and began patting the front of my sheer panties.  While
the teacher made his preparations for the test, writing instructions on the
board, my fingers were soon wandering inside the delicate material. 
Getting more comfortable as I sat here in isolation, I began pulling and
rubbing my soft pussy lips.  I bit my lip, willing myself not to do this --
but I was getting so aroused!  The thought struck me of removing my panties
completely, and that caused my clitoris to swell up fully erect.  I now
used my index and middle fingers to make up and down motions above my slit
--

    -œMmmm -- -

   And then the bell rang, bringing me to my senses, as I abruptly brought
both hands onto the desk.  Oh my, had I just been about to masturbate in a
classroom alone with another teacher?  I placed my hand to my chest,
feeling my heart racing.  I must have looked pretty flushed, as I watched
the first several students file into the room.

    -œErica, where are your shoes? - asked a girl who sat down behind the
desk across from me.

   It then occurred to me that no one had to know I had worn sneakers and
socks this morning.  If I had been wearing sandals or flip-flops, it would
be perfectly normal to go without any additional foot covering.  I took a
deep breath, turned my head to face my classmate.

    -œUm -- I had gym just before class, and I lost my flip-flops in the
locker room.  I didn -(TM)t want to be late for the test -- -

    -œSo you ran all the way up here in your bare feet? - the girl asked,
amazed.  Then giggling, she said,  -œWell, you have very pretty toes. -

   For some reason, that made me feel very embarrassed.   -œUm -- thank
you. -

   The exam was administered without further incident.  It was a test on
the various literary works we had read over the course of the year, kind of
a summary of the characters and themes that were explored in this class.  I
did my best to focus, so that I wouldn -(TM)t screw up.  And in fact,
concentrating on the test actually made me forget about what I was, or wasn
-(TM)t, wearing!

   When the period was over, the teacher had us place our papers on his
desk as we left the room.  I didn -(TM)t even think about getting caught, I
just made sure my shirt was suitably adjusted and walked right up to the
front of the room.  Upon turning on my heel, the teacher looked down and
frowned at me.

    -œErica, why did you take off your shoes? - he said accusingly.

   The other student was at my side and spoke on my behalf.   -œOh, no,
sir. She never had them on!  You see, Erica misplaced them in the locker
room before coming up to class. -

   I blushed hearing the other girl lie for me.  The teacher answered
dubiously,  -œIs that so!  Well, I do appreciate your consideration of
arriving in a timely fashion, if not for inappropriate school attire. -

    -œI really wanted to do well on this test, - I whined, tugging
nervously on the end of my sweatshirt.

   The other girl grabbed my arm and said,  -œCome on, Erica -- I have gym
this period.  I -(TM)ll walk with you back to the locker room, and we can
look for your flip-flops. -

   With that, we were excused, although once we exited the room, other
students walking the halls stopped to point and laugh at me.  At least my
friend was going to escort me to the gym area, so I wouldn -(TM)t be alone.
I think I would have died of shame if I were caught out here with everyone
staring at my bare legs and feet!  Of course, I had no idea how I would
explain the situation once we got to locker rooms.  Maybe the girl had an
extra pair of sneakers she could lend me --

   We continued through the halls, and down to the ground floor, making our
way to the gymnasium side of the building.  The two of us passed against a
crowd of students making their way to their other classes, and I was very
sensitive to the eyes scanning my lower body.  A few more mischievous hands
tickled the sides of my legs.  By the time we reached the girls -(TM)
locker room, I was nearly out of breath.

    -œHello, Erica! -

   Oh no -- Lisa stood in front of the door, her arms folded across her
chest.  Instinct took over, and I turned around hoping to flee from the
blonde bitch.  But the other girl who had seemed so helpful, had been
behind me, and I almost tumbled over her.  Lisa moved quickly and
forcefully, taking a good handful of the back of my sweatshirt.  With one
hand, she raised the fabric up my body, revealing my skimpy panties.

    -œHa! - the girl from my English class laughed.   -œLooks like you
lost more than your shoes, Erica! -

   Lisa snarled for her to go about her business and disappear into the
locker room.  Then it was just the two of us, out here in the empty
hallway. I hoped no one showed up late for gym!

    -œYou know, Erica, I still have to finish your birthday spanking.  But
not until you are properly exposed -- -

   Using her other arm, Lisa reached underneath my sweatshirt and found the
clasp of my matching bra.  Her fingers quickly undid the hook, while she
pulled me close against the front of her body.  I couldn -(TM)t put up much
of a struggle, I was helpless as she yanked down my bra and pulled it free.


   The release of the undergarment sent me staggering forward a few steps,
and out of Lisa -(TM)s clutches.  I turned my head and saw her twirling it
on her finger.  It then occurred to me that I was topless under my
sweatshirt, and I could feel my nipples spring out to rub against the
material.  In fact, I now had only two articles of clothing left!

    -œTime to finish the job, - Lisa laughed,  -œand strip you completely
naked! -

    -œNo! - I practically shrieked, and I ran back down the hallway.

   At this point, I wasn -(TM)t too concerned about my little white
panties, but just wanted to get away from Lisa.  Luckily, I had a pretty
light schedule, and this was another free period for me.  Although, even if
I did have a class, I didn -(TM)t think I could attend in this state.  As I
continued to run through the now empty hallways of the school, I could feel
my elongated nipples brushing up and down on the inside of my sweatshirt.
It was driving me crazy, and my whole body started to tingle.  I needed to
find some relief!  Looking behind me, I saw that Lisa did not give chase.
Instead, it seemed like she was content to stalk me for the remainder of
the day.

   My legs had carried me up to the third floor of the building, and here I
slowly made my way down the corridor that led to my locker.  There was
another person up here as well, but luckily it turned out to be my friend,
Alicia.

    -œWhoa, Erica -- you look like you -(TM)ve had a pretty wild morning.
-

   Slouching against the wall, I answered my friend,  -œIt -(TM)s Lisa. 
She -(TM)s out to get me.  She -(TM)s determined to give me a special
birthday spanking -- -

   Alicia giggled,  -œOh, that -(TM)s sounds fun! -

    -œIn my birthday suit! - I glared and crossed my arms over my chest.

    -œWhat -- here?  In school? - When I nodded, Alicia only shook her
head.   -œYou mean Lisa is trying to take all your clothes?  How far has
she gotten -- -

   I lifted up one leg to offer proof.   -œShe -(TM)s taken my sneakers and
socks and shorts.  And just now, my bra! -

    -œWow -- at this rate, Erica, you -(TM)ll be nude by lunchtime! -

    -œDon -(TM)t say that! - I scolded my friend.   -œThis is so
embarrassing -- what am I going to do? -

   Alicia gave the matter some thought.  Then she snapped her fingers and
said,  -œThe school book store!  My friend, Debbie, works there this
period. We can hang out with her.  Lisa will never think to look for you
there. -

    -œUm, OK -- - I replied hesitantly.

   I mean I suppose it sounded as good as any place to be.  And we weren
-(TM)t likely to encounter that many students.  Of course, this meant
another trip back to the school -(TM)s first floor, but then Lisa might be
looking elsewhere anyway.  Alicia grabbed her bag and closed her locker. 
Then we were back off down the hallway.

   Walking next to me, my friend lowered her eyes and commented,  -œYour
legs are really smooth.  You do a good job shaving, Erica!  Are you still
bald -- down there? -

    -œAlicia! - I expressed shock at the question.  The topic, however,
did cause my pussy to quiver and twitch.

    -œWell, if Lisa has her way, I suppose the whole senior class will find
out how bare you are! -

   And laughing, Alicia skipped down the stairs.  I was a bit more careful
as I stepped lightly in my bare toes.  I also didn -(TM)t want to make my
breasts shake up and down by engaging in strenuous motions.  When I reached
the landing that opened onto the first floor, Alicia was waiting for me. 
We continued walking in the direction toward the bookstore, and there was
an occasional student here and there.  But I guess having a companion with
me took some of the attention off my strange appearance.  Still, I received
a few odd stares.

    -œHey, Debbie! - Alicia greeted her friend behind the counter.   -œYou
mind if me and Erica chill out with you this period? -

   The redheaded junior shrugged her shoulders.   -œNah, it -(TM)s been
pretty dead this morning.  Couple of dudes asked me to stash their
cigarettes for them. -

   Debbie then inquired as to why I didn -(TM)t have any shoes on.  I told
her it was a long story.  She then asked if I was naked underneath my
sweatshirt!

    -œOf course not! - I answered indignantly.  But her presumption was
not far from the truth.

   Things were going fairly well for the remainder of the morning.  I was
beginning to think I would have to venture into the cafeteria soon.  That
was something I dreaded.  But I could feel my tummy rumble, and it wouldn
-(TM)t be long before I was craving something to eat.  I suddenly
remembered that Carrie shared the same lunch period with me.  Maybe I could
hook up with her, and she could get me some food while I tried to remain
out of sight --

    -œHey, ladies -- -

   My heart nearly dropped when I looked up and saw Lisa enter the small
bookstore.  She sauntered over to the counter, and gave Alicia a wink.  She
flashed a wicked smile at me, and then turned to the girl at the register.

    -œI need a three-ring binder for my history class, - she said
imperiously, laying her money on the counter.

   The stationary supplies were stacked behind us.  Debbie reached back to
get a binder for Lisa, when the bitch said that she wanted a red one.  The
only red three-ring binder was on one of the higher shelves.  Debbie looked
at the clock on the back wall, then looked back at Lisa.

    -œLook, the period is almost over, and my next class is all the way on
the third floor.  Do you really need a red binder?  I -(TM)ll have to pull
out that old rickety step-ladder, and I hate standing on it -- -

   The bossy blonde shut the younger girl up with a hand raised in her
face.  -œOh, relax!  I -(TM)ve already paid for the damn thing.  Why don
-(TM)t you run along to your class, and let Alicia and Erica wait for the
next shift.  Besides, Erica is better suited for climbing, since she doesn
-(TM)t have any shoes! -

    -œOh would you? - Debbie turned to me with great joy in her eyes. 
Apparently, she had often run late for her class because of her bookstore
duties, and she was eager for a chance to leave early.  She didn -(TM)t
even wait for an answer.  The bell rang, she grabbed her things, and headed
out into the hallway.   -œSee you later, Alicia!  Thanks, Erica! -

   When it was just the three of us, Lisa ordered me to climb up the
stepladder and fetch her the red binder.  She suggested that I do it now,
while students were changing classes, and before the next student store
clerk arrived.  That made some sense, so I quickly found the folding metal
ladder and placed it in front of the shelf.  Like Debbie said, it was kind
of unsteady.  I could see how putting any extra weight on it might make it
collapse.

   My toes curled around the first rung.  Of course, I am not that tall to
begin with, so I had to climb onto the next step, and finally all the way
to the top of the ladder.  Even then, I had to stretch up with both arms
just to reach the stupid binder!  This caused my sweatshirt to ride up my
back -- soon my bellybutton and stomach were exposed in the front.

   Immediately, Lisa was behind the counter, and directly behind me.  She
gently took the sides of my panties.

    -œOh my! - I gasped, feeling her tease and tug the fabric.   -œPlease,
Lisa -- don -(TM)t do this!  You -(TM)ve already taken the rest of my
clothing! -

   But Lisa had me trapped, and she was in no mood to negotiate.  While I
stood frozen on the ladder, my arms high above my head, she very
deliberately pulled down my underwear.  I blushed knowing my naked ass came
fully into view.  Once the material reached my feet, Lisa took first one
ankle in her hand and methodically extracted the foot from my panties. 
Then she did this with the other foot, taking my panties completely off.

   I was now totally bottomless.  If I turned around now, Lisa -(TM)s mouth
that was so often twisted in a charming but condescending sneer, would be
level with my hairless pussy.  I felt my lower lips begin to open, my clit
starting to peek out of its hood.  Wow, I couldn -(TM)t believe that this
was sexually exciting me!  Taking the new binder in my arms, I held it
tight to my chest while my legs very carefully navigated the steps down the
ladder.

   When I reached the floor, I did turn around just in time to see Lisa
stuff my panties in her pocket.  Nervously, I handed her the item that she
paid for, wondering if she was going to make another move on me.  I really
had nowhere to hide and was completely at her mercy.

   Instead, she started walking away saying,  -œThank you, Erica.  Alicia
and I have to be off to class.  But I -(TM)ll be back to take the rest of
your things, before the end of the day! -

    -œThe rest of my things? - I cried, clutching the end of my
sweatshirt.  -œBut this is all I have!  If you take my sweatshirt, I
-(TM)ll be totally -- -

   I couldn -(TM)t bring myself to say it.  I just watch as my best friend
and Lisa made their way out of the bookstore, and disappeared into the
river of students coursing through the hallway.  Now what was I supposed to
do!  My fingers gripped the sides of the navy blue fabric, and I tugged it
as low as possible until I was certain my poor little pussy was covered. 
Still, this did nothing to prevent the trickle of my juices that ran down
my leg.

   Suddenly two boys stumbled into the room.  They looked like they were 15
or 16, pimple faced, but starting to sprout some fuzz on their chins.

    -œHey -- where -(TM)s Deb? - one of them with grungy looking hair
spoke to me.

    -œUm -- she left to go to class.  I told her I would watch the store --
-

   The other boy huffed his displeasure and looked rather agitated.  
-œBitch!  I knew we couldn -(TM)t trust her! -

    -œCool it, man, - the first guy chided his buddy.  Then he turned to
me, still standing behind the counter.   -œListen -- We asked Debbie to
stash our smokes for us, cause our teacher has been busting our ass lately.
-

    -œI -(TM)m sorry, I don -(TM)t think I can help -- -

   The other teen, clearly ready for his nicotine fix, slapped his hand on
the top of the counter.   -œCome on, man!  She took our packs, said she
would hold on to them for us this period!  She must have put them
somewhere! -

   I turned my head slightly, doing a quick scan to see if I could find any
packs of cigarettes stashed away.  Truth be told, I was startled and a bit
intimidated by these two aggressive boys.  And here I was, standing
bottomless behind the store counter!

    -œBehind you, - the first student said pointing, causing me to twist
my body and regard the shelves lining the wall.   -œI see something in
between those textbooks.  Deb must have hid them up there -- -

   Up there?  Oh gosh -- I raised my head to see where he indicated.  The
shelf wasn -(TM)t so high that I needed the ladder again, but without
shoes, I would still need to raise my arms.  I thought about stalling, or
making some excuse -- but I could see the second student fidgeting and
looking apprehensive.  He must be going through withdrawal or something.  I
figured, I had best get rid of the boys as quickly as possible.

   Now that I looked more closely, I could just make out a couple of small
rectangular boxes wedged between two hard-covered books.  I hadn -(TM)t
noticed them before.  First, I used one hand to hold down my sweatshirt
while I lifted my arm to reach the cigarettes.  My fingers just brushed
lightly against the pack.  I looked back at the boys apologetically.

   Oh, hell!  I finally decided to stand on my bare tiptoes, and raise both
my arms to get the cellophane-wrapped contraband!  Filthy habit, anyway.  I
was more frustrated as I wanted to get out of here, but I was also
embarrassed about what they were about to see.  I could feel the fabric of
the sweatshirt ride up my middle, and soon my entire backside was on
display.  By the time I found the cartons, my only piece of clothing was
hiked up beneath my elbows.  What a show!

   I made sure to let the shirt drop all the way down once I stood flat on
my feet again.  I even smoothed down the front and back with my hands, as
if that would make it seem like everything was normal.  Then, blushing, I
turned around and slid the cigarettes across the countertop.

   The first boy stared for a moment, a bit slack-jawed.  I thought I
detected a string of drool from the corner of his mouth.   -œUh -- thanks
-- -

   The other boy just grabbed the cartons and stuffed them in his pockets.
He hurriedly turned to leave the school bookstore.  Seeming rather
oblivious, I guess he missed my cheeky flash.  I watched his friend slug
him in the arm as they passed through the open door.

    -œDude!  That chick didn -(TM)t have anything on under that shirt! -

   Oh my gosh, I thought as I raised my hands to my mouth.  What had I just
done?  I hoped he wouldn -(TM)t spread the news that I was walking around
bottomless.  In fact, I was completely naked, under this sweatshirt!  But
the other boy appeared to be disbelieving, and I guess his friend might
start to think his eyes were playing tricks on him.  I had a hard time
believing it myself.  So when the two were gone, and the rush of students
in the hall had thinned out considerably, I slowly lifted the edge of the
shirt up to my bellybutton.

   Looking down, I saw my bald pussy -- outer lips bright pink and puffed
out.  From behind the counter, I just had to lower my hand and touch the
sensitive folds of skin.  Ooh, that sent a thrill through my body!  I
nearly came on the spot!

    -œHello there, - came the voice of someone entering the room.  
-œWhere -(TM)s Debbie? -

   Wow -- I jerked my sweatshirt back down fast, and so hard, I think I may
have torn it a little at the tops of my shoulders!  Flustered I answered, 
-œShe, ah -- had to cum -- I mean, go to class!  I said I would look after
the store until the next shift arrived. -

    -œOh, - said the geeky looking boy with blonde hair and glasses.   -œI
don -(TM)t recognize you -- -

   Recovering from the initial shock, I finally started making my way
around to the other side of the counter and replied,  -œThat -(TM)s because
I -(TM)m not in your class.  I -(TM)m a senior.  I was doing Deb a favor.
-

   There was an awkward moment of silence as the Junior evaluated me.  As
his eyes fell to take in the sight of my bare feet, my toes wiggled under
the scrutiny.   -œWhere are your shoes? -

    -œDon -(TM)t ask -- lost them in gym class. - I waved away any further
inquiry, waiting for the boy to step aside.  Even though he was lanky, he
was still much taller than me, and I could not immediately get past him.

   Pointing toward a section of shelves, he informed me,  -œYou know, we do
sell gym supplies here. -

    -œReally? - my face brightened for a moment.   -œOh, but I -(TM)m
afraid I don -(TM)t have any money on me. -

   Suddenly, the teen -(TM)s eyes narrowed behind his thick spectacles and
he took a step forward.   -œHey, now!  How do I know you weren -(TM)t in
here stealing from the store? -

    -œWhat! - I said, appalled by the accusation.   -œThat -(TM)s
ridiculous.  Look, you can plainly see that I didn -(TM)t steal any
footwear.  Besides, I was trying to help a friend -- that -(TM)s the only
reason I -(TM)m here! -

   Folding his arms suspiciously, he proceeded to walk around me, closer to
the counter and the register.  I stood frozen, and he did not take his eyes
off me.   -œMaybe I should report this to the Dean of Students.  Maybe you
stuffed some money, or pens or paperclips in your pockets! -

    -œPlease don -(TM)t, - I squeaked, keeping my legs tight together. 
Fidgeting, I rubbed the front of one bare foot behind the calf of my other
leg.   -œOh for crying out loud -- -

   I told him that it was quite impossible for me to have stuffed anything
inside my pockets.  When he demanded to know why, I bit my lip in
frustration and looked over my shoulder.  The hallway was empty.  The bell
for next period had rung, so students would already be in their classes.

    -œListen -- - I whispered, trembling a little.   -œI can prove to you
that I didn -(TM)t take anything from the store.  But you have to promise
not to tell anyone about this, OK? -

   The 11th grader nodded his head, as my fists clenched at the sides of my
sweatshirt.  He waited for me to continue.  Very slowly, I pulled the
material higher and higher.  I closed my eyes, as I couldn -(TM)t bring
myself to see his reaction when my pussy came into view.  Feeling the
fabric bunched up at my waist, I paused, expecting some kind of whistle or
crude remark.

    -œWell -- you might still have something hidden under that baggy shirt!
- said the clever boy.

   I took a deep breath and let out a sigh.  I mean, here I was standing
with my clean-shaven privates on display, but I decided to lift the shirt
even higher.  My hands curled tightly around the material, which I brought
up to just below my breasts.  Now my entire abdomen was exposed, and
everything below!  Still, he wasn -(TM)t satisfied and suggested that I
could conceal smaller items, if I was careful not to let them fall out.

   At that moment, the humiliation of the situation, and the wrongful
accusation was just too overwhelming.  I reached behind my head, and
grabbed the shirt at my back.  I began to pull the material over my head,
and off my overheated body.  The room must have been filled with the musky
aroma of my horniness.  Placing the sweatshirt on the top of the bookstore
counter, I then took a step back, hands on my hips.  It was then that I
realized, I didn -(TM)t have any clothes on at all!

   My fingers immediately clasped over my bald pubic mound and I stammered,
 -œLook -- I -(TM)m, like, really naked here.  I mean stark naked -- -

    -œYes, I can see that, - the boy replied dryly.  From behind the
glasses, his eyes devoured my nubile body.   -œI suppose it would be
impossible for you to hide any items from the store.  Well, I just had to
be sure, you know. -

   We stared at each other for a minute in silence as I shyly rubbed a foot
behind the other leg.  And then it occurred to me, I was free to get
dressed now!  That is, if you can call throwing a large sweatshirt over
your otherwise naked body, getting dressed -- I turned around so that he
saw my butt, and numbly picked up the material.  Once I had pulled my head
through the top and my arms through the sleeves, I shook out my hair. 
Tugging and straightening the bottom edge of the shirt, I proceeded to walk
out of the bookstore.

    -œWhat?  You -(TM)re just going to walk out of here like that? - asked
Einstein.

   But I only thought, oh my -- he had seen me fully nude.  And now I
couldn -(TM)t look him in the eye.  I just ignored his question as I padded
out into the hallway.  Good thing I was graduating next month, and would
probably never see the kid again in my life.

   I figured it was about ten minutes into my lunch period.  Silently, I
made my way toward the cafeteria, clutching both hands in front of my chest
-- I was so nervous!  I could hear the noise level increase, as I drew
closer, the sound of voices talking and shouting and laughing.  While my
body was perspiring beneath the sweatshirt, my bare feet felt cold as they
slapped across the floor.  Approaching the doors, I realized I had to be
very careful.  If Lisa was in here, waiting for me, she could whip my shirt
off -- and leave me naked in front of everyone!  And then I remembered that
she and Alicia had class this period, so I would be safe.  Breathing a
little easier, I entered the spacious room packed with students.

   Immediately, I saw Carrie sitting at a table off to the side, in the
section where we Seniors usually sat.  I raised my head in her direction
and she waved me over.  Amid the snickering as I passed by others already
taking their lunch, I reached the bench and quickly slid my legs under the
table.  My friend reached down and squeezed my knee.

    -œSo, Lisa really seemed like she was out to get you this morning, -
Carrie said.   -œWhat a great trick -- you should have seen the look on
your face! -

   I lifted my friend -(TM)s hand back onto the table and pressed her
fingers urgently.   -œCarrie -- it -(TM)s no joke!  Lisa has already taken
my bra and panties!  I don -(TM)t have anything on under this sweatshirt --
-

   The strawberry-blonde girl was silent for a moment, then said, 
-œReally? So you -(TM)re completely naked except for one baggy thing?  Wow
-- that is so hot! -

    -œCome on, Carrie, you -(TM)ve got to help me, - I cried.   -œGo up
and get me something to eat, please. -

   Carrie paused to look down at my bare feet and legs before replying, 
-œI -(TM)ll tell you what, Erica.  I will help you.  Since you obviously
can -(TM)t be carrying any excess items, I will lend you some lunch money,
but you have to get on line yourself.  This, I want to see! -

    -œUm, well, OK -- - I started meekly.   -œI am pretty hungry. -

   Once she handed me a few dollar bills, I slowly lifted myself from
behind the table.  Carrie took this opportunity to playfully raise the back
of my sweatshirt, to have a look with her own eyes!

    -œSweet ass, Erica! - she teased.

    -œStop it! - I whispered harshly, as I hurried to smooth the material
back down again.

   I danced a few steps forward on my toes, away from Carrie -(TM)s naughty
fingers.  Then I looked to make sure I was properly covered, the navy blue
hem just reaching down to my thighs.  With the money gripped tight in my
hand, I bravely walked toward the front of the cafeteria.  There were more
whistles and pointing and laughing.  Now I really felt exposed!  But I
thought the worst would be over once I stood in line.  No sooner had I
taken my place and started shuffling forward, then someone else got in line
behind me.

    -œIs this a dare? - asked a boy standing so close, I could smell his
deodorant and feel his breath on the back of my neck.   -œDid your friends
dare you to walk up here without your shoes? -

   He inched closer, even as I took another step forward.  My goodness, he
was practically on top of my butt!  I was afraid he might start touching
me, with exploring fingers.  At the same time, I felt my nipples stiffen,
pushing straight out against the heavy fabric.

    -œYou smell kind of musky, - he continued, leaning close as I hooked a
strand of brown hair behind my ear.   -œAre you even wearing shorts? -

   I did not answer, but closed my eyes.  Allowing myself to move when I
sensed the line shifted, drifting on the bare soles of my feet.  I could
picture everyone in the cafeteria at their tables watching me, wondering if
I indeed had anything on under my sweatshirt.  All this student needed to
do to satisfy his curiosity was grasp the edges and lift the material
higher than my hips.  Then everyone would find out my secret.  Imagining
myself up here with the shirt completely off, I could feel my shaven pussy
lips part, my clit growing erect.

    -œWhat will it be, flower girl? -

   The throaty voice of the lady who worked behind the serving counter
interrupted my arousal.  I looked around confused for a bit, then looked
down behind the glass shield that protected the food.

    -œI -- um -- let -(TM)s see.  I guess I -(TM)ll just take a banana and
a milk carton. -

   Looking at me kind of disapprovingly, the cafeteria lady dumped the
piece of fruit onto my tray, along with a half-pint carton of milk.  I
blushed furiously as she stared at my smooth, creamy legs and hurried over
to the register.  There, I paid for my meager takings, and quickly headed
back over toward Carrie.  With the tray held in both my hands, I was
helpless to prevent my shirt from riding up as I moved.  I feared that the
bottom of my cheeks might be coming into view.

    -œHmmm, - Carrie mused, picking up the banana once I was seated.  
-œWere you thinking of eating this, or feeling a little playful? -

   I told her that wasn -(TM)t funny, taking it back and started peeling
down the skin.  Although I had to admit, I was getting pretty horny.  Just
sitting here completely bottomless in a room with all these students, made
me excited.  I gulped down the carton of milk, then wiped my mouth with the
sleeve of my sweatshirt.  Carrie could see the look in my eye, sense my
body tingling -- I was fidgety and restless.

    -œCome on, - my friend announced, standing up and grabbing her books.
-œI have an idea! -

   Well, I didn -(TM)t know what she had in mind, but it appeared it would
involve leaving the cafeteria.  I would be glad to get away from all those
staring eyes, which were only making me hotter!  Leaving the tray and empty
carton on the table, I rose to my feet and began to follow the taller girl.


   We walked out into the hallway, where it was relatively quieter.  Carrie
took my hand and started pulling me down the corridor.  It was halfway
through the period, so classes would still be in session.  But my friend
wasn -(TM)t taking me toward the classrooms on this floor.  I soon
realized, we were approaching the health office!

    -œDidn -(TM)t you see Nurse Baker in the lunch room? - Carrie
explained.   -œShe has monitor duties this period!  It will be nice and
safe inside her office -- -

   Sure enough, my friend brazenly opened the door to the Nurse -(TM)s
office, and flicked on the lights to show that the room was indeed empty.
There was a wide desk, a scale, some chairs and a brown leather examination
table.  It was here that Carrie had me climb up and sit.  My legs dangled
childishly, my toes unable to reach the floor.

    -œLet -(TM)s get this thing off you! - Carrie said, tugging at my
sweatshirt.

    -œBut -- I -- -

   It was no use.  My words became muffled as the material was lifted up my
body and smothered my face.  In spite of my objections, I even found myself
raising my arms, so she could take the last piece of clothing off me.  Free
of the hot, confining fabric, I ran my fingers through my hair.  I looked
down at my entirely bare body, then back at a smiling Carrie.

    -œOh my gosh! - I squealed.   -œI -(TM)m naked! -

   Folding the sweatshirt, Carrie placed it aside and said,  -œBut doesn
-(TM)t that feel so much better? -

   Of course, it was true, the air did feel nice on my uncovered skin.  But
I was little embarrassed because atop my small breasts, my nipples stuck
out and quivered.  And in the back of my mind, I was afraid that someone
might find us in here at any moment.

    -œNow just lie down, Erica, and try to relax, - Carrie instructed.

   I did as I was told, bringing my legs up so that my heels rested on the
leather table.  With one arm as a pillow beneath my head, I let my other
hand fall on my tummy.  I closed my eyes, but could hear Carrie walking
over to the end by my feet.  When she ran a finger up one sole, I shivered,
but she didn -(TM)t launch into a full tickle attack.  Instead, my friend
only teased between my toes, and then began rubbing.

    -œHow does a nice birthday massage sound? - she asked in a soothing
voice.

   I could only answer with a kitten -(TM)s purr,  -œMmmm -- -

   Carrie stood to the side and leaned over me as she squeezed and kneaded
my feet, calves, and lower legs.  She was steadily working her way up so
that her fingers ran along my shins and knees, pressing gently.  When she
reached higher, I spread my thighs apart, allowing her to rub them down
with her hands.  Carrie then lowered my own hand to my side, so she could
continue her ministrations to my stomach.  Using both her thumbs, she
palpated my abdomen, then smoothly traced circles around my belly button. I
arched my back, inviting her to play with my tits.  Giggling, Carrie
obliged, cupping both my breasts then pinching and teasing each nipple.

   And then her hand, which felt unbelievably amazing, snaked back down my
torso.  Over my stomach, past my navel -- down toward my sensitive nether
regions where she began stroking my pussy.

    -œOoooh --.  aaaahhh! - I moaned quietly.

   My clitoris poked out of its hood, and Carrie manipulated the small nub
between her fingers.  She rapidly had me on the edge of an orgasm, here, in
the middle of school, in the health office!

    -œHappy Birthday, Erica -- -

    -œWhere is Nurse Baker? - came the sound of a girl -(TM)s voice
suddenly entering the room.

   My body froze, as I had just been ready to cum and start bucking my
hips. Carrie -(TM)s hands stilled my trembling legs, straightening them out
on the table.  Then she turned around to face the intruder.

    -œThe school nurse does not have office hours this period, - my friend
said in a stern tone of voice.   -œI am her Senior assistant, and I was in
the middle of this student -(TM)s sports physical. -

   I tried to lay unmoving, although I was mortified to be caught nude like
this.  My hands did discreetly clasp over my bald vulva.

    -œOh, - came the other girl -(TM)s meek reply.   -œWell, we have our
health forms that need to be signed, so I guess we -(TM)ll have to wait
until the Nurse gets back. -

   We?  My eyes opened up wide to hear the plural pronoun used, and I tried
to turn my head so I could see just who had entered the room.  But Carrie
was kind of blocking my view as she continued to address the younger
student.

    -œSure -- you and your friend can have a seat over there. - Then
turning back to me, she said,  -œAll right, Erica.  You can slide off the
table now. -

   I tried to shake my head  -œno -, but soon Carrie had taken both my
hands in hers, and gently lifted my body to a sitting position.  Keeping my
knees tight together, I swung my legs over the side of the leather
examination table.  When Carrie took a step back, I slid my butt off the
edge, my bare feet landing on the floor with a smack.  Instinctively, I
placed one hand in front of my wet pussy and held the other arm against my
breasts.

   It was a good thing, because I finally saw who our guests were.  Further
away, against the side wall when you first walked in, sat a girl with
glasses and blonde pigtails.  And next to her, looked to be another
freshman -- a boy whose eyes were as wide as saucers at the sight of my
eighteen-year-old bare body!

    -œOK, Erica, please lower your arms so I can finish the examination, -
Carrie said so sweetly, but not sparing me any embarrassment.

   I felt humiliated, but I was also really turned on at that moment.  As
if I was under some sort of hypnotic trance, very slowly, I began to move
my arms and hands out of the way.  Swallowing a lump of excitement down my
throat, I could feel the tips of my fingers brushing the sides of my legs,
and I knew that I stood fully nude in front of two more students; with
everything exposed.

   Carrie eyed me critically and said clinically,  -œMm-hmmm -- you seem
pretty fit, Miss. -

    -œOh my goodness - the other girl finally piped up.   -œShould we be
in here?  I mean, Brian shouldn -(TM)t see her without any clothes on -- -


   My friend had maneuvered herself so that she stood behind me, even
pushing me forward a little, and answered over my shoulder.   -œIt -(TM)s
all right.  Erica doesn -(TM)t mind.  And we have to get this examination
done today. -

   Then Carrie cupped each of my butt cheeks and began fondling them
sensually.  It felt really nice, I even spread my legs wider apart!  While
she had her hands on my ass, the strawberry-blonde leaned close to my ear
and started whispering.  She told me that I looked so cute, and that she
knew I liked being naked.  She told me that she enjoyed showing me off to
other people, and it made me hot, too.  Well, while Carrie spoke softly
into my ear and continued to rub my butt, I was getting more and more
aroused -- my nipples stuck out so hard, they pointed toward the ceiling.
And my pussy was now like a blossoming flower, all the pink folds of skin
opened up and glistening.  My clit poked out like a third nipple.

    -œErica looks horny, - the boy student suddenly said aloud.

   The girl sitting next to him smacked him in the arm.   -œBrian, that is
so rude!  You should probably step out of the room -- stop looking at her
tits! -

   Oh wow, this was too much!  But at the same time, such an incredible
experience!  I was ashamed to hear them talk about my nudity, yet I did not
bother to cover up.  I was on the edge, wondering what Carrie would do to
me next.  While I really wanted to cum, I didn -(TM)t want to do that in
front of two younger students.  But if my friend even touched my pussy in
slightest, I knew it would set me off.  Thankfully, she remained very
professional, and asked me to walk onto the scale.

   Well, once I stood facing the wall, my profile exposed just how erect my
nipples really were.  Part of me wished that Carrie would start flicking
them up and down, rolling the pointy protrusions between her fingers. 
Instead, she pretended to adjust the weights and take my measurements.

   Next, she asked me sit on the stool in the corner so she could take my
temperature.  I mean, Carrie was really playing up the part of Nurse -(TM)s
Assistant!  My bare butt hit the black leather seat, and by reflex,I placed
my feet on the bottom circular rung, toes curling.  I rested my hands on my
knees, with legs spread apart.  Across the room, the other two students had
a clear view of my gaping pussy.  Carrie leaned down and placed the
thermometer in my mouth, under my tongue.  Our eyes met, and I wondered how
long she was going to make me remain in this position -- my juicy pink
labia unfolded and clitoris sticking out.

   Another minute went by, then Carrie looked at her watch and her eyes
kind of went wide.  She pulled the instrument abruptly past my lips and
said,  -œOK, Erica, looks like you have a clean bill of health!  No
problems here -- -

   I watched as she dumped the thermometer in the wastebasket, then
gathered up my sweatshirt.  Understanding suddenly, this meant it was time
to go.

    -œAll right, off to class! - Carrie announced even as she headed
toward the office door.

   I jumped to my feet and started following after.  And this meant, I
would be walking completely naked past the two students!

    -œOh -- but, - the girl said and watched me fast approaching.  
-œShouldn -(TM)t you let her get dressed first? -

   Carrie paused for a second, hugging her books and my only article of
clothing to her chest, and answered,  -œLet -(TM)s give her some privacy,
shall we?  Erica can get changed in the girls -(TM) bathroom -- -

   And before I knew it, she disappeared, and I was right behind her.  We
were suddenly in the middle of the hallway, but I didn -(TM)t have any
clothes on at all!  I took a few delicate steps forward, slapping my hand
over my bald pussy mound.

    -œYou -- you -(TM)re going to give me my sweatshirt, Carrie, aren
-(TM)t you? - I asked desperately.

   The taller girl stood and held out the material in both hands at arm
-(TM)s length.   -œOf course, silly!  Even though you are more adorable
nude, I don -(TM)t want you to get in trouble. -

   And with a final laugh, she tossed me the shirt.  I clumsily pulled it
over my head, rushing because I didn -(TM)t know how long our isolation on
this end of the school would last.  Almost tearing the fabric as I pulled
it down, making sure that everything was concealed.  I must have looked a
mess -- hot and flustered, my hair out of place.  My eyes lingered on the
sight of Carrie swaying her hips as she proceeded down the corridor, on the
way to her next class.  She blew a kiss at me over her shoulder, and then
was gone.

   Leaving me to stand alone in my bare feet as the bell to change classes
rang.  I tried to clear my thoughts and think.  It was just after my normal
lunchtime -- I had sociology next.  But I really didn -(TM)t feel like
sitting in another room filled with students.  This time, I was wearing so
little.  I was afraid I would be pushing my luck, and my series of
humiliations would only escalate.  There was no doubt about it, I needed to
cool down and find a place to hide.

   Making the turn around the corner, too late, I saw Lisa walking in my
direction.  I turned, then spun around again, uncertain of which way to
run. The hallway was filling up with students as the dominating blonde
closed the distance between us.  Finally I just froze, leaning back against
a set of lockers, trying to will myself to become invisible.  This was it
-- there were dozens of our classmates and underclassmen coursing back and
forth.  They would all see me when Lisa reached out and took off my
sweatshirt.  They would all see me naked!  My legs trembled, and I bit
nervously on my fingertips.

    -œHello, Birthday Girl -- - Lisa sneered as she stood in front of me.
She placed one arm out, palm against the wall the way some guys do when
they -(TM)re chatting up a girl.

   I gripped the edges of the oppressive fabric tightly and squeaked, 
-œPlease, don -(TM)t! -

    -œDon -(TM)t, what? - she teased.   -œDon -(TM)t lift up your
sweatshirt?  Don -(TM)t take it off completely?  You know, you could have
avoided all of this by just following instructions earlier.  But now,
Erica, you -(TM)re in for a real treat!

    -œI have gym this period, and I want you to meet me outside.  Go to the
softball diamond and wait for me in the dugout.  Don -(TM)t even think of
disobeying, or so help me -- I -(TM)ll drag your little ass into the lunch
room and strip you in front of the entire cafeteria! -

   And with that menacing threat, Lisa released her hold on my shirt, which
I just realized she had curled into a knot at my bellybutton.  Quickly, I
unfolded the front of the material and smoothed it down, looking around to
make sure no one had seen the brief flash of my crotch.  Lisa was already
off to the other side of the building where the gym was, and I had been
given my orders.  Thinking over the situation and circumstances, and what
it might have been, maybe it wouldn -(TM)t be so bad.

   Well, I had already decided that I was in no shape to go to my next
class.  Some fresh air might even do me some good.  I tried to be hopeful
about the whole thing, as the line of passing students thinned out. 
Waiting a few more minutes to collect my thoughts, the sound of the school
bell rang again.  Now that classes had resumed, I began walking down the
hall toward the exit that would take me to the sports field.

   I made it to the doors without being discovered.  Well, without any more
than a few curious glances from the people I hurriedly walked by.  Not
wanting to further irritate Lisa and keep her waiting, I wasted no time
pushing myself outside, into the bright afternoon sunlight of early April.
Shading my eyes at first as I scoped out my surroundings, the air did feel
nice on my thighs and lower legs.  My toes were warm on the concrete steps
that led away from the building.  And so over the asphalt pavement, my
nubile limbs carried me until I reached the fresh-cut grass of the playing
fields.

   Then it was just a matter of dashing toward the baseball diamond, the
one we girls used for softball.  It was actually very quiet out here.  I
guess the girls had not yet finished changing into their gym uniforms. 
There was kind of a strange feeling standing out here by myself, and I
started having naughty thoughts.  Like what would it be like to pitch to
the softball team in the nude.  Or step up to bat without any clothes on!
But then I remembered that Lisa explicitly asked me to wait for her in the
dugout.  So I walked in silence down the sidelines, blades of grass
tickling the soles of my feet.  Down the steps I went, and found that it
was quite cool and shady inside here.

   It was from this vantage point that I watched as a troop of high school
seniors, almost a dozen girls, marched toward the field.  It didn -(TM)t
see any sign of the gym teacher.  Some of them were carrying various items
of equipment -- gloves, bats, helmets, and such.  Lisa walked out in front,
idly tossing the large rawhide-stitched sphere up and down in her hand.

   She was dressed in the red school uniform gym shorts, which fit snug
about her hips and thighs.  Her legs were long and tan, ending in a pair of
slouch socks and sneakers.  Her white top was tied off at the midriff,
probably against regulation, but showed off her sexy tummy.  Lisa looked
hot!

    -œAll right, ladies, - the blonde called out as she took the pitcher
-(TM)s mound.   -œSince Ms.  Hovorkova has a lot of end of the year
paperwork to do, I volunteered to run this class for her.  And I have a
little surprise for us today! -

   There was a moment of curious apprehension in the air, I even found
myself a little breathless.  Everyone knew, Lisa was not someone to be
messed with, and she was capable of coming up with all sorts of devious
plans.

   Looking upon the girls that were gathered about her, she continued.  
-œToday is my friend Erica -(TM)s eighteenth birthday.  And right now, she
is over there in the dugout, waiting for her birthday surprise.  So, Erica
-- why don -(TM)t you come out here and join us on the field. -

   I took a deep breath, starting to rise from my sitting position on the
bench, when Lisa made one more request.

    -œAnd leave the sweatshirt behind -- -

   Oh no!  She had me trapped, and now she was going to embarrass me in
front of her gym class!  I -(TM)m sure I knew some of the girls out there
-- I still had to take other classes with them.  But Lisa had given me my
instructions, and I knew it could get far worse if I did not listen.  I
looked around for help, foolishly, but I was alone in the half-darkness of
the dugout.

   Slowly, reluctantly, I began to lift the sweatshirt off my body.  I felt
the rise of the material brush against my stomach and then my stiff
nipples. The fabric bunched up above my head, and I pulled it over my
shoulders -- pulling out each arm one at a time.  Completely off, I
clutched it for a moment against my chest, and then threw it to the side.
Now I wasn -(TM)t wearing anything!  For a moment, I arched my back with
legs spread wide apart on the bench.  My hand nervously ran through my hair
and shook it out a little.  Then I stood up, my bare feet hesitantly
approaching the dugout steps.

    -œWe -(TM)re waiting, Erica -- - came the not too subtle voice of the
dominating blonde.

   Well, I climbed up the short steps -- then walked bare-assed nude onto
the field.  My arms were folded tightly across my small tits, so that I
clutched my elbows in opposite hands.  There was nothing hiding my
bellybutton, my pussy, or any inch of my slim legs.  I did not dare to look
at my female classmates as I approached, but kept my head bent down, eyes
locked on my toes moving softly over the grass as I placed one foot in
front of the other.

    -œOh my gosh, she -(TM)s naked! - one of the girls giggled.

   I shivered as I passed by another who said,  -œThat -(TM)s some birthday
outfit -- -

   And there was more chattering and chuckles as I shyly made my way toward
Lisa.  This was so embarrassing, being eyed critically and evaluated by my
peers.  At least if there were some guys around, they might have
complimented my cute body.  But then, that might have made me hornier! 
Lisa told me to join her on the pitcher -(TM)s mound, in the center of the
baseball diamond under the bright sunlight.  As I did so, my feet kicked up
some dust until I climbed the hill and had my heels resting on the white
rubber.  I was facing the outfield, my ass toward home plate.  Wondering
what would happen next, I clasped both my hands over my shaved pussy.

    -œNow then, - Lisa announced.   -œEarlier this morning, little Erica
ran out on me, before her special birthday spanking was completed.  But we
can start all over, from the beginning, and I -(TM)ll let everyone take a
turn! -

   I couldn -(TM)t believe I was standing out here in the middle of my high
school sports field, stark naked!  Suddenly, I felt the first swat hit my
bottom.  Lisa also made the second slap, as my butt cheeks bounced, and
caused me to insert a finger into my pink slit.

    -œOoooh, - I closed my eyes and moaned.

    -œWho wants to come next, - Lisa teased invitingly as she rubbed my
ass.

   I could hear one of the girls approaching, and suddenly my entire body
was tingling.  Lisa -(TM)s contact with my bare skin had been electric, and
now I fully realized that other girls were going to be touching my body. 
Biting my lip, I wondered if I would make it through this humiliating
ordeal before cumming in front of the entire gym class.  It didn -(TM)t
help that my nipples sprung out erect and I silently began rubbing my clit.
I felt someone -(TM)s palm strike my butt, and the girl grabbed a handful
and squeezed before moving away.

   When another girl came up and landed a smack, I spread my legs apart,
knowing that my pussy lips could be seen from behind.

    -œDo we have to spank her on the ass? - one of the gym students asked.


   Lisa thought about this for a moment before saying,  -œI guess her whole
body is fair game.  Erica, put your hands on your head -- -

   Damn!  That meant I wouldn -(TM)t be able to secretly play with myself,
although maybe that was a good thing.  Still, it also meant everything
would now be exposed, and would be a potential target!  My hands slowly
separated from my crotch as I raised them to my head.  Then I joined my
fingers once more, intertwining with locks of my hair, standing with my
legs shoulder-width apart.  The girl skipped over to my side and gave me a
light pat on my tummy.  She also let her lingering fingers trace a circle
around my belly button.

   The next girl walked around until she stood square in front of me.  I
opened my eyes to find her looking me up and down from head to toe.

    -œYou -(TM)ve got cute tits, Erica, - she said pleasantly and
proceeded to playfully pull on my elongated nipples.

   She continued to squeeze both my breasts and then reached around to give
me a slap on the ass.  Then she joined the other three girls sitting
cross-legged on the grass.  The next student followed and walked in front
of me where she cupped my bare pussy!  Her fingers spread my outer lips and
fondled my labia --

    -œAaaahhh! -

    -œOh my, she -(TM)s wet -- I think someone is enjoying this! -

   I was vaguely aware of another handful of students marching behind me,
each one administering more traditional spankings.  But then another girl
stepped in front of me, placing her hands on my slender hips that flared
out with feminine grace.  She had long black hair that she wore in a
topknot, and had a smattering of light freckles across her nose, and
sparkling grey eyes.

   She moved in close and kissed me full on the lips, our tongues meeting
and dancing inside my mouth.  A quick slap on my butt followed as she said,
 -œHappy Birthday, Erica. -

   By this time, I was more than ready to explode!  I closed my eyes and
lost myself to this world of ecstasy.  While my hands clenched atop my
head, I was wild with anticipation wondering where the next set of hands
would touch me.  My clitoris had swelled up and was poking at the girls. 
Each time someone -(TM)s palm hit my nude ass, I bucked my hips a little
more.  This was really it -- I was going to have an orgasm right here on
the pitcher -(TM)s mound.  And what was worse, in this heightened state of
arousal, I tended to squirt, so all the girls would witness my climax.

   Suddenly, after another girl had spanked me, I heard Lisa call out, 
-œThat -(TM)s eighteen! -

   There was a round of applause and giggling, as I spun around confused.
Here I was, naked, with nipples and clit erect, and on the edge of a
massive orgasm.  Keeping my hands on my head, my lean body practically
begging for someone to finish me off.

    -œIs there something you would like to do for us? - Lisa asked with an
evil smile, arching one eyebrow.

   I turned around again, looking at the twelve girls in the middle of the
infield.  Some of them were standing with arms folded, others were kneeling
or seated on the grass.  Each watched me intently as if to see if I would
really masturbate outside in front of them, as if I were some sort of
exhibitionist slut!  I felt myself blush -- quickly I covered my breasts
and pussy with my hands.

    -œPlease, - I said turning back to face Lisa.   -œLet me have my
sweatshirt and go back inside to finish -- -

   The blonde -(TM)s face darkened and she frowned at me.   -œNo.  I -(TM)m
keeping your sweatshirt, along with the rest of your clothes, unless you
lie down right now and cum!  Otherwise, you can march your naked ass back
into the school and do whatever you need to do! -

   I wanted to give in, I really did.  But not in front of our classmates.
It had been almost two years since Lisa started teasing me and embarrassing
me in public.  From some small part of me deep down inside, I found a
reserve of courage.  I raised my chin and lowered my arms.  Then I began to
walk totally nude off the baseball field.  My hips even wiggled with
confidence as I headed toward the school, flaunting my sexy
eighteen-year-old ass.

   Of course, my plan was to dash into the nearest girls -(TM) bathroom,
masturbate wildly, and then hide out for the rest of the day.  But as my
toes reached the edge of the grass, I thought I heard over my shoulder Lisa
say something.

    -œDon -(TM)t worry -- I think by now, Alicia has pulled the fire alarm!
-

    -œWha-what? - I paused, spun around, not fully comprehending.

   Considering my options, I decided to start jogging toward the building.
Indeed, soon enough I heard the dreaded clanging of the alarm bell!  I
froze, I panicked -- I watched as the side doors opened and a flood of
students came teaming out into the parking lot.  That was it, I decided, I
was going home!  I would deal with the consequences later.

   But even as I ran in the other direction, there was absolutely no cover,
and someone yelled,  -œHoly Shit!  That girl is naked! -

   I streaked past the freshman biology class, as well as the marching band
that must have had their practice interrupted, and at least a dozen other
classes trying to file into some sort of organized line.  First I tried to
keep one hand on my hairless crotch.  But I found I needed both arms
pumping so I could run faster.  Too late, I saw that I was moving straight
toward the principal, my sweet pussy lips flapping in the breeze!

   I did not stop, but kept running past him, although I thought I heard
him mutter something.

    -œDamn senior prank! -

   Well, at least he recognized me as a senior -- I wondered if he enjoyed
the view.

   Amid the rising commotion, the whistles and catcalls and other
unbelievable responses, I headed off the school property and began my
embarrassing expedition back to my house.  It certainly wasn -(TM)t the
first time I had to run home naked, and I had learned specific routes to
take and side ways to go to avoid being caught.

   Finally, when I reached my doorstep, I found the spare key and let
myself in.  It was the middle of the day so I would have the whole house to
myself --

   SURPRISE!!!!

   My older stepbrother and his buddies paused to exclaim, in the middle of
hanging up party decorations.  Then he looked at me curiously and remarked,
 -œUm -- you -(TM)re home early, Erica -- -

    -œEeek! - I screeched and dashed bare-assed down the hall where I
locked myself in my room.  I flung my body face down on the bed, and slung
an arm between my legs so I could tickle my anus.  I think I masturbated
for two hours.

   What a way to kick off my birthday!



   19 - Erica's Senior Adventure By Drew

   Part 1

   I woke up early.  Thank god it was Saturday.  I was lying on the daybed
in Alicia's room.  The sheets were cool on my naked skin.  I loved the way
they made me feel.

   I never slept naked in my bed, I always with a long sleep-shirt, because
I felt warm and cozy in it.

   I slept naked at Alicia's house though.  She -(TM)s always insisting I
get comfortable with being naked, and to be naked when we're alone in her
room, doing whatever!

   Just to  -œget used to it. - Far from comfortable, and far from 
-œgetting used to it, - I'm still embarrassed!  I wondered if secretly she
enjoyed looking at me naked.

   I was always catching her looking at my body, especially my shaved
crotch.

   And it's easy for her to insist on me being naked, she's always covered
up, why, even at night she sleeps in a bra and panties!  And I'm nude!  I'm
on display for her to ogle all the time when we're alone, watching TV,
listening to music, and even studying after school!

   But I don't get to see her naked, and haven't, since we were little
kids.

   Somehow, it didn't seem fair.  Thinking about my best friend naked was
making me a little horny.  I shook my head to clear it,  -œah! - No way.

   I figured it was just better to just go along rather than argue with
her. Besides, she's already seen me naked a bunch of times.

   So I'd spent the night there, as Alicia and I needed to get caught up on
a geometry project and study for a test on Monday.  If we failed the test
then neither of us would get to go to the Senior Class Dinner and Show.

   And everyone seemed to be going, and Alicia, of course, wanted to go
too. Me, on the other hand, would have been happy staying home and watched
TV.

   The test was fifty one percent of our class grade.  Failing it was out
of the question.  It took us all Friday night, but we finally finished it
and we both fell asleep.

   I awoke with a start!

   What woke me up was Alicia yelling and screaming.  She'd been talking on
the cell-phone, and talking to me so fast I could barely keep up with her!

   "Erica!  Wake up Erica!  The show after the Dinner is BO!  From American
Idol!  She screamed.

    -œOhmygawd!  It's BO!  BO!  From American Idol!  I've got us tickets!
And we got a room!  The Senior Dinner, then the concert! - she blurted out
all at once.

    -œSarah got the room for me..errr..for us!  Remember her?  The
salesgirl at the Mall?  We can stay the night too, so we don't haveta drive
home in the dark, so cool! - She was grinning ear to ear, she was so
excited!

   I remembered Sarah, the lady who embarrassed me at the mall, but I was
happy that Alicia was happy.  I was suspicious.

   She saw it.  "Hummmmm, okay!" I said quietly, I looking at my feet.  Her
face dropped.

   "Oh Erica, C -(TM)mon, you've got to come with me!" She pleaded.  "What
else would you do all weekend?  We already covered homework and the stupid
geometry questions."

   She took my hands, sat beside me on the daybed and looked me in the eyes
with that "I'll be friends forever" look.

   I hesitated before saying anything, to think fast.

   I didn't really want to go, especially to stay overnight, but I didn't
want to let her down.

   I didn't think it'd be much fun.

   I didn't watch TV much and didn't even know who Bo was.  But, if I
didn't go with her I knew her Mom would never let her go alone.

   "Alicia, I cant go anywhere, I don't have any money," secretly hoping
that would be the end of it.

   "That's okay Erica!  My Dad gave me a credit card for my seventeenth
birthday, remember?" I sounded like I was making excuses.  She began to
frown.

   "Alicia..."

   "Your Mom and Dad won't have a problem with you using it to spend the
weekend, at a Hotel, to see a show, and pay my way for it all too?  Uh
huh." I said a little sarcastically.

   She pouted.  "If they know you're coming they'll say it's okay Erica.  I
know they will.  Now will you please call and ask your Mom!?  Please Erica,
pretty please?" and took both my hands, pleading.

   She looked ready to cry now, and I caved in, like always.  Why do I
always give in to her?

   "Okayyy, then, I'll try, hand me the phone," she let go of my hands and
handed me the phone.

   I called my Mom, and all the while Alicia was making praying motions
with her hands, mouthing a silent "please" with such an earnest look on her
face.  I grinned at her, giving her the thumbs up.  I put my hand over the
phone.

   "My Mom says its okay if your Mom does and only if the two of us go, and
no boys."

   I wish, just once, my mom would say "NO" when I need her to, when I want
her to, I thought glumly.

   Alicia screamed again!  Jumping up and down and clapping, then dancing
around me.  I loved seeing her like this though.  She was so happy, like a
little kid.

   She was such a good friend, I'd have hated to let her down now.

   Holding the phone to my ear, I finished the call, saying "Okay, Mom, bye
Mom, see ya Sunday night, yes Mom, Alicia has a cell-phone, just in case,"
I said and clicked off.

   I couldn't let her down and not go.  I loved her very much.  After all,
we grew up together, and she was my best friend.

   Alicia and I stared at each other, then she screamed!  Loud!

   Alicia collapsed on the bed giggling, staring at the ceiling.



   Part 2

   She was dreaming of the good-looking guys she'd see, no doubt.  So was
I, but I didn't really want to go.  Besides, any guys we'd run into would
think I'm her little sister, probably.

   Damnit, I'm a senior in high school, I wish my boobs would grow bigger.

   Even though I didn't want to go, I said yes.

   I guess it's just a natural thing between us that she leads and I
follow. I wish I knew why I was like that.  Best not to dwell on stuff, I
thought.

   She looked me up and down, winked and said you need to get dressed soon.
Her eyes kept glancing from my pussy to my tits!  Still sitting by the side
of the day-bed, I looked up at her, waiting for her to move, hand me my
clothes, something.

   She didn't move, though, just stared at me, arms folded.  I blushed, and
she giggled.

   It was also chilly in here, I had goosebumps on my arms, and the little
blonde hairs on my nipples were excited.  Being ogled by my best friend was
making me horny!  I was embarrassed.  I pretended to scratch my left
nipple, hiding my tits.

   Alicia just giggled and smirked at me, now both my nipples had popped
out like baby carrots, hard and long.  I turned red, blushing from my
breasts on up to the tops of my ears, and warm.

   Alicia laughed out loud, clapped, then pointed at my now moist lips,
"Erica...uhhhhh."

   She knew I was horny!  I glanced down, and sure enough, there was a tiny
pearl drop, right at the bottom of my labia.  I immediately crossed my
legs, but Alicia just smiled, then handed me a Kleenex.

   The bedroom door swung open, and in walked Alicia's Mom!

   She didn't even knock!  What's up with parents anyway?  Alicia just
smiled at her mother, and gestured to me.

   I just stood there, unsure of what to do or where to move my arms, so I
did nothing.  I tossed the used Kleenex in the little trashcan next to the
dresser.

   Her mother stopped with her arms full of Alicia's clothes, looked me up
and down with her eyes, then turned to the dresser.

   "Mom, we're going to the concert!  Erica can come too!  She just talked
to her Mom, and she said yes.  Aint that cool!"

   "Is'nt it dear, and if you say so." Her mother smiled pleasantly at her
and me.  Her mother was actually kind of pretty, in an old person sort of
way, I thought.  She must be in her mid-forties.

   And had big boobs, wearing low rider jeans?  Pretty daring, for an older
lady.

   Her arms full of underwear, she walked past me to the dresser...I could
smell fresh scent of soap on her, as she bent down to grab the drawer
handle her boob brushed my elbow as she knelt down.

   I gasped slightly at the touch.  It felt so soft.  She wasn't wearing a
bra herself!  Her Moms' nipples were swaying under her t-shirt and soft, as
opposed to my hard ones, which were dying to be tweaked.

   Her butt was presented to me as well, and her two round butt-cheeks
presented a nice sight.  "Nice?" I thought, surprised at the thought.

   Damn!  What was wrong with me?  Here I am, naked, checking out other
women, Alicia's mom at that!  And I'm horny too?

   She straightened up, looked at my naked pussy and tits in a single
glance, then my eyes, and smiled.  Maybe she was judging my development, or
lack of it.  I felt warm again.

   Compared to Alicia I did look 12 or 14.

   "Well then, Erica, you'd better get dressed, if you're going on a trip.
You certainly can't go naked, even if you are practicing to be a nudist."

   She stood beside Alicia and they both had their arms folded, like they
were waiting for me to do something.

   I looked sharply at Alicia, "Nudist!  Why I'm no..." Alicia broke in, "I
told her all about it Erica, so it's cool for you to be naked around the
house." I was stunned, because the thought of being a nudist hadn't really
occurred to me.

   I didn't think nudists got turned on by being nude.  Maybe there was
something wrong with me, 'cause I got turned on by it?

   "Alicia told me you were interested in becoming a nudist, but I thought
she was joking!"

   "I..uhm..uh..why yes.." I mumbled, looking at Alicia, who shrugged her
shoulders.

   Her Mother had never seen me nude, until now, but there'd been a few
close calls, and here I was now, standing bare-assed naked in front of her.
A nudist!  Oh good grief!  I tried to avoid eye contact and looked at my
toes.

   "Uhm, well, yes, its uhm...very comfortable Ma'am.

   Alicia got busy by grabbing my clothes up from the pile by her bed, but
she made no move to give them to me.

   Alicia's mother had a slight smile on her face, probably wondering why I
hadn't talked to her about it before, or my mother, about this nudist
thing. S**t!  What if she tells my Mom?

   The thought made me blush again, my nudity!  Me naked in front of the
family!  Strolling around naked in front of their family?  Not likely!

   "Why yes dear, what a great idea.  Don't mind Dan or my Husband.  I
already warned them you may be naked, once in a while."

   Dan was eighteen, Alicia's brother, and her Husband, Don, was a
good-looking man of forty-five.  I hope I didn't have to be naked in front
of them, even more eyes on my shaved pussy and under-developed looking
body. Judging me, checking me out.  Damn, I thought, this is getting
complicated, this naked thing.

   "I'll be downstairs girls, if you need anything," her Mom said, leaving
the room, and leaving the door open.

   Suddenly sensitive to noises of the house, I could hear some video game
and football, and voices.  Young voices.  Male and female.

   "Oh my Gawd!  What?  Someone's coming." I shot a fearful look at Alicia,
who just smiled, handing me my small pile of clothes.  Was she enjoying
this?  My embarrassment?  Some friend.

   Having me stay at her house naked all the time, then exposing me naked
to her family?  What's she up to?

   I began to put my socks on, and voices, young voices, were getting
closer.

   The bedroom door was already open, and in marched Lisa, Carrie, and
Henry!  Henry?  Oh my god!



   Part 3

   I stood up fast, looked right and left for somewhere to hide, feeling
the butterflies in my tummy, but there was nowhere, so I covered my pussy
and tits with my arms, uttering a small, choked, "hi," my little pile of
clothes forgotten in the panic.

   I stared dumbly at Lisa; Henrys' eyes were stuck on my tits, which were
hard and poking out.

   Carrie moved over to my side and put her arm around me, comfortingly,
"Ohhhhh Erica, we just cant keep clothes on you can we?" she said, smiling
at her friends.

   Alicia stood back, grabbed a pillow and tossed it to me.

   "Yeah," piped in Lisa, 'just like a little kid, easy access to that
little snatch of hers." She was frowning at me.  Put your eyes back in your
head Henry, and tell her."

   At this I turned a bright pink, while covering my important parts with
the long bed-pillow.

   "I don't need easy access to it," I mumbled meekly.

   I wish I could control these urges!  I was getting moist at all the
attention, as everyone was checking me out, and Carrie began doing a slow
backrub, from my neck to the bottom of my butt-cheeks.  She knew what she
was doing, or rather what it was doing to me.

   Henry, shaken out of his trance after a punch on the arm by Lisa, spoke
up, "Oh yeah, Alicia, I'm doing the honors as the activities chairman, but
I need a speaker for the dinner, and we'd like that to be you."

   Alicia looked stunned.  Her mind was on cute guys, not nerdy boys in
nerdy clubs.

   "But I'm not PART of YOUR club, Henry, bunch of geeks in that club,
setting around all afternoon, after class, playing with yourselves." She
said laughing.

   "Well, I need a speaker,' he said, non-plussed, 'and Lisa or Carrie wont
do it.  We want a chick to do it, okay?  Looks better on us."

   Carrie, whose hand was busy petting my butt, smiled at Lisa, nodding. 
"We have better things to do."

   Lisa smiled big, "I think our naked Princess here could handle that
Henry!"

   My eyes got big, "oh no, you cant mean me..."

   But Alicia was staring right at me, grinning.

   "NoNo, Alicia, I didn't even want to go to this thing in the first
place.

   Lisa spoke up, "all in favor of Erica being the speaker say aye!"

   Everyone raised his or her arms, saying aye!  Carrie grabbed my arm and
raised it too..oops, s**t, there went the pillow.

   Everyone's eyes were on my naked body.  I'd managed to put on one sock
before they all barged in.

   Naked again in front of everyone.  The backrub had had the desired
effect, and I was fairly wet now, the pillow that had hidden my wetness
from Henrys' drooling face, now at my feet.

   My clit had begun its journey out of the hood, sure enough, I looked
down, and my lips had begun to part, and they were very wet.  My body was
doing what my mind said not to.

   Carrie ran her thumb down hard on my lower spine, I groaned "ahhhhh."

   Taking my groan for an aye!  Carrie blurts, "Its unanimous!!  The Naked
princess, I mean Erica as speaker!"

   Lisa moved directly in front of me, pulling me by both nipples towards
her, hissed, "And don't chicken out on us, little girl," emphasizing the
word, "little." At that I cringed.  She still held my nipples, and that
hurt!

   "We have plans for a good time, and don't want anything spoiling it, got
it?" She was staring me right in the eyes.

   I just mumbled "ouch!!!..okay..i'll do it.." The after-pain from my
nipple pinch felt kinda good.  What a cruel, mean b**ch Lisa was.

   Why was she like that?  Did she hate me?  I dont remember ever crossing
her.  Maybe I'll never know.

   "Good!  Then it's all set!" Lisa kicked Henry in the ass, "C'mon Henry,
you've had your eyes full long enough.  Go on, get out of here!" She shoved
him roughly out the door.

   Henry mumbled something and left, head down.

   Alicia spoke up, "We're leaving very soon, we'll meet you two there,"
pointedly not saying anything about Henry, whom she hated for treating me
like s**t at the waterpark that one day.  She hadn't had much use for him
since then.  He was my secret crush, and had then made fun of me and my
body.

   Carrie pulled her arm away from my slender back, reached around fast and
pressed my clit, in front of everyone.  I felt both legs go out from under
me, but Lisa rushed to catch me, grabbing me under the arms before I fell.

   "Damn Princess, get a grip, willya?" She looked at me with wonder.  Mad,
to weird, then concerned in a minute, Lisa scares me sometimes.

   I just stared at her, hands uselessly dangling at my side, I had
butterflies on butterflies...and my clit was already outside the hood,
tingling.  I was half into a climax, and feeling it, weak kneed.

   I wondered gamely if all women's' clits did that, but I had nothing to
compare it to, except gym class, but I waited to shower 'til the last girl
was out, lest Lisa and her friends torment me even worse...about my tiny
tits and stripping me for no good reason!  They must just get a kick out of
it.

   Lisa moved towards the door, "bye Erica, bye Alicia.  Meet us in the
parking lot, okay?  We'll all go in together."

   Carrie turned her head back to me and blew a kiss.  "Bye Naked Erica,
thanks for the show."

   Inwardly I groaned, and we're all going to college too.  The same one.

   After a few uncomfortable moments, Alicia made eye contact.  I fidgeted,
rubbed my belly, and gave Alicia a frantic look.  My legs were crossing
like I had to pee real bad.

   "Go home and pack your stuff Erica," Alicia smiled.  "I'll be by to pick
you up in a little bit.  Here, take these, will you please put them on?"
she said, tossing me my clothes.  I hesitated.

   "No Erica, not now!  Get a move on, no masturbating before we go, no
time!  And no, I can't help you."

   She handed me my book-bag, and my clothes, in a pile with my shoes. 
"Come on Erica, if you don't want to be late leaving, I suggest you get a
move on."

   Alicia never seemed to stop studying my body.  Especially if my
pussy-lips were apart, or my butt exposed for some reason.  She watched
intently as I dressed, then gestured to the door.

   "After you, Erica." she said, as I walked out the bedroom door.

   I headed out.



   Part 4

   I was standing on the curb, and there was Alicia, grinning ear to ear.
She drove an old Toyota, and coming down the street, pulled into my
driveway, but didn't get out.  I stood there with my hands deep in my
pockets, watching her.  I was still not wanting to go to this thing.

   "I see you've got an overnight bag Erica!  Great!  Hurry up, let -(TM)s
go!" "Great outfit Erica, -(TM) she laughed, rolling her eyes at me, 
-~where -(TM)s your suitcase? -  -œI wanna go comfortable Alicia, okay? -
I said, grabbing my bag and bottle of water.

   I was wearing an old wrap-around denim skirt, a large black printed T,
with  -œAce Hardware - on it, and open toed sandals for footwear.  Under
these clothes I had plain white cotton panties and a sports bra.  It -(TM)s
what I usually wore on weekends, but today I had reasons besides comfort
for wearing them.  I got in her noisy little car.

   She yelled,  -œHere we GOOOOOO," and began backing out.

   I was praying everyone would think I -(TM)m dressed so shabby, they
-(TM)d give up on this speaking idea of theirs.  I didn -(TM)t bring any
other clothes either, on purpose, since I didn -(TM)t plan on spending
Saturday there at the hotel.  I never went out anywhere anyway, except
school, the library or the mall, and I didn't need to be dressed up for
those places, I reasoned.  And the show with this "Bo" person wasn't
anything to dress up for, and neither was the dinner.  But Alicia must have
thought so, cause she was dressed in full party clothes.  Frankie B.  blue
Jeans, pink camisole, red lame' throw and plenty of jewelry.  I raised my
eyebrows.   -œWow! - I thought, she looked older to me.  It must be the
make-up.

   I never wore any at all, it was just too much hassle.  Alicia told me I
had natural good looks, which didn -(TM)t need make-up.  Maybe she didn
-(TM)t want competition when it came to cute guys, probably, either way.  I
didn -(TM)t care to buy it, or wear it.

   We were cruising down the highway when the car started making these
funny thumping noises.   -œAlicia? - I yelled through the music she was
blasting.   -œAlicia, what -(TM)s wrong with the car? - I tapped her
shoulder and pointed at the hood.  She stopped bobbing her head for a
second, looked at me then turned the volume to her stereo down.  Her eyes
were big and round.

    -œHey!  Hey!!  What -(TM)s that, what -(TM)s that!!? - Eyebrows up,
her mouth was an open  -œO. - The engine thumped loud then quit.   -œSh*t!
- she mouthed.

   The car coasted to a stop.  I got out and stood by the side of the road,
next to the car.  Alicia climbed out, then stood by the shoulder.

    -œErica, come over here, get off the road, someone -(TM)s gonna hit ya,
- she said, pulling me by the shirtsleeve.  We were both standing off the
road, next to a ditch full of smelly water.  There was nothing for miles
around but pastures, blue skies and sun.  And a cow here and there, behind
a zillion miles of fence.  I was feeling real gloomy about this.  Alicia
looked puzzled.

    -œI just had it fixed Erica.  S**t, what -(TM)re we gonna do now? -
"We'd better call your Dad to come get us Alicia." I suggested.  She looked
horrified!  All I knew is I wanted to get away from here, the middle of
smelly nowhere.

   Alicia would have none of it.  "What?  NO Erica!  We'll miss the fun
tonight if we do that, plus my folks -(TM)ll never let me take the car
anywhere again!  They'll junk it!  I love this car." Her lower lip began to
quiver, so I tried to figure something out, someone safe to call but I
couldn't think of anything.

   "Well what can we do?  Uhm, we can't walk all the way there Alicia."

   "Well!  We can hitchhike, no one around here will mess with us.  I've
got mace in my purse," she said, patting her purse.  Besides, there -(TM)s
no one on these roads but farmers anyway."

   "Sarah will help us get my car fixed when we get there.  I'm sure she
knows lots of guys that can help us." She looked satisfied with her latest
idea.

   "Maybe you should call her to give us a ride too, huh?" I suggested. 
The hell with hitching.  I was feeling real gloomy now.  I would've called
my Dad myself to come get us, but I didn't have a cell phone.  Alicia dug
around in her purse, "I was in such a hurry I forgot it, dammit!  Oh well,
we wont be here that long Erica.  Relax, don't let this ruin our weekend,"
she said, forcing a smile.  I was scared.  Alicia and I sat on the rear
bumper and waited for a car to stick our thumbs out at.  I was getting very
bummed when Alicia nudged me in the side.  "Hey!  Ow!" "Erica!  Erica! 
Look!  a car!"

   Alicia jumped up, grabbed my arm and nearly pulled me into the road.  I
resisted her and backed up off the road.  I was more than a little nervous
thumbing.  Who knows how many perverts are out stalking the road?  What if
it's the police!  Hitching is against the law.  I backed away and tried to
duck behind the little car.

   Alicia frowned, "Erica, get back over here!  Stick out your thumb!" she
was motioning me to move closer to the road.  Instead I backed up even
more, away from the road.

   The car was heading toward us, fast!  And it wasn't slowing down.  It
was getting close when it veered towards us!  I could just see the driver
and passengers and knew they were women, blonde hair was blowing out the
driver -(TM)s window.  The big SUV braked then fishtailed right towards me!
Alicia ran up the road a little, and I backed up fast, too fast.

   Jumping backwards, I lost my balance, falling down the short slope,
landing face down in the mossy mud.  It stank!  The water had gross green
stuff on it too.

   Ignoring the girls in their car Alicia ran over to me, "Erica!  Hey! 
Are you okay?"

   I was soaked, and so were my clothes.  My hair had gobs of wet muck in
it.

   "Alicia, this s**t stinks!  Ohmygawd, help me up!" I propped myself up
on my elbows, looking around, then shaking my head, little droplets of
brown muck flying around.

   Alicia took off her pumps and stepped down gingerly to help me up.

   She extended her hand to me, and I reached up to grab it.  I was nearly
glued to the muddy ground, and every time I moved I made sucking noises!  I
tried sitting on my butt, and sticking out my arms.  She reached down and
pulled me up by my outstretched hands.

   She pulled me up hard and fast, and I felt something give.  My skirt
stayed stuck in the mud!  "Oh Sh*t!!" I looked down, I heard car doors
slam. Followed by a lot of laughing and familiar voices!

   Oh shit, "the bitch" Lisa and her friends!  There must have been six
girls in that car, Lisa -(TM)s parents car.  And Escalade.  Who else would
do such a stupid thing, I thought angrily.  She could have killed us!  I
looked down at myself, covered in muddy water and slop.

   Lisa "the bitch" and Carrie strolled over, laughing loudly, but the
others stayed inside.  The other two smiling girls leaned against their
car, sizing us, or me mostly, up.



   Part 5

   Upon hearing Lisa laughing her butt off, Alicia turned her head to look
at her, letting go of my hand.  Back I went, into the mud!  This time I
went flat on my back.  Propping myself up on both elbows, I said  -œAlicia,
please, a hand? - Lisa and Carrie strolled to the edge of the road,
looking down at me.  Lisa  -œthe bitch - sneered, "Hey!  Can we help?  Yah
need a lift somewhere?  The thrift store?  Erica?  The junkyard?  Alicia?
Buy a new car?" Laughter from the Escalade.

   Carrie, standing beside Lisa, looked me up and down and grinned.  Her
eyes wandered all over me, taking in every detail.  She spoke, "Alicia, do
you and your little friend need help?  I -(TM)ve heard mud baths are good
for your skin Erica, but errrrreally." She said, rolling her eyes.   -œWhy
is it every time I see you you're naked or nearly naked hm?" Her arms were
crossed, like waiting for an answer from me.

    -œThe Bitch - aimed a frown at me, then explained to Carrie as she
would a small child, "She's a little exhibitionist Carrie, can -(TM)t you
guess that by now?  I mean, look at her." I didn't say anything.  I was
feeling pretty crappy, and the mud was beginning to itch, in sensitive
areas.  I hoped I wouldn -(TM)t get a disease from this.  And I felt
ashamed at my body being studied yet again by Lisa and Carrie.  Alicia had
her back to me.

   I wonder what they think about when they look at my tits, I thought. 
Probably why they -(TM)re so small, will they get bigger, maybe.  Or my
pussy.  The clit that seems to be like a tiny wiener, with a mind of its
own, literally, under its hood!  Argh!  These thoughts!  I mean, here I am
lying on my back, in stinky muddy water, thinking about my body.

   Alicia turned on them both, her little fists at her hips.  She looked
angry.  "She fell in because you scared her Lisa!  Why didn't you slow
down, instead of scaring her?  Us!"

   Lisa -(TM)s eyes were big and round, pretending surprise at such a
thought.  "Aww, I wouldn't do that, would I?  Carrie?  Sheri?  Laura??  I
think our little naked Princess is just precious.  And so is that t-shirt,
I mean like, just look at her nipples!" More laughter.  The others I could
barely make out.  The girls still inside the car.  It must have been too
dirty for them to get out and look, maybe they -(TM)d get dirt on their
shoes or something.

   Lisa, growing bored already, spoke to noone in particular,  -œWe really
need to get moving, let's go. - And spun around heading back to the car.

   She wouldn -(TM)t, or would she?  She would!  "Wait!  Help me out of
here!  Alicia, help me out!  Oh, ohhhh this sh*t stinks!  OhmyGawd!  Don
-(TM)t leave me here!" I was struggling to get up.  I got up on wobbly
feet, minus my skirt.  Since my thong looked like I pooped it, I peeled it
off and held it out for Alicia to grab onto, to help me up and out of
there.

   Alicia stepped to the edge, again.  I could hear snickering coming from
the road, that B*tch Lisa, of course, laughing at me, entertaining her
friends.

   She probably hoped I never got out of there.  Carrie just stood there
staring at Alcica and I, arms still crossed.

    -œCarrie!  Don -(TM)t just stand there.  A hand, please?" Alicia looked
at me, "She -(TM)s stuck!  Oh yuck, this stinks hahaha..oop..oh, yes..okay
Carrie, grab her other hand, I -(TM)ll grab the rag...errr...thong haha."
"Oh.  hah.  huh," I said back to her.

   Lisa, now the tug-of-war coach, says,  -œokay, girls, when I say One Two
Three pull, PULL! - She started clapping!  Oh good grief, I thought.

   Carrie and Alicia each had me, and in unison, we yelled 
-œOne,Two,Three, PULL! - Out and up I slid, on my belly.  All I had to
wear was a messed up t-shirt now, covered in crud.

   "Shit." I muttered.  It was my favorite shirt too!  That's what I get
for wearing it here.  "Alicia, my shirt, I've ruined it too."

   Alicia looked me over and tried very hard not to laugh.  Instead, she
giggled,  -œUh oh Erica, hope you brought more clothes!  Well, we could
always go shopping again. - She reached over to put her arm around my
shoulder, I thought anyway, instead she grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and
in one broad motion it was over my head and on the ground!

   "There, now doesn -(TM)t that feel better Erica?  You need to get
cleaned up somehow." I was completely naked now,on display, not even my
sandals were spared from the mud.  I stood there shivering, although it
wasn't cold, my nipples were at full attention, but I was anything but
horny.  I felt gross.

   Lisa, Carrie, Sheri and Laura all came to stare at me, leaving the other
two still in the car.  Facing me, Lisa said,  -œErica, we really need to go
now, but you, well, you -(TM)re a mess, and this is a problem. - Carrie
winked at me again.  What -(TM)s with the winking, does she know something
I don -(TM)t?  Sheri and Laura were giggling to each other, whispering
behind their hands, all the while staring at me, or rather, my tits and
crotch.  They all looked so clean and fresh, in their best evening clothes.
Everyone did, except me.  I wondered what was next.

   Carrie spoke up, smiling.   -œAlicia, this muddy little girl ain -(TM)t
sitting next to me like that!  Make her get cleaned up." Lisa grinned an
evil grin.  "Oh yes, Alicia," she grinned wickedly.

   I don't want dirty little butts ruining my parents' car-seats little
girl." At this Carrie burst out laughing.   -œDirty butts?  Naww, not our
Erica.  Sexy wet butts, well yeah! - she laughed out loud, patting me on
the butt.

   My heart began to thud in my chest.  My belly felt funny, surely they
wouldn -(TM)t leave me alone out here with the broken down car.  I was
beginning to get nervous.  My hands were shaking.  Surely they wouldn't
leave me.  Alicia wouldn't.  "But, there's no shower around here!  Not even
a pond or creek!  There's nothing.  How am I supposed to get cleaned up? 
Haven -(TM)t you got a beach towel or towel or something in there?" I
looked at Alicia then Lisa.

    -œThis is my parents car Erica, get it, Parents?  Like duh, - rolling
her eyes again.  Looking at Carrie, Lisa said, "Get her cleaned up dammit,
and lets go."  -œThe bitch - threw her the car keys.  Carrie left my butt
and me alone and went to the trunk, sticking the key in.  She glanced over
her shoulder at me and laughed, "Here we go!  Time to get cleaned up
Erica!"



   Part 6

   The two softball team girls were still in the big SUV, watching a movie.
Carrie and Lisa were standing beside it.  Alicia, Sheri and Mink were still
in a half circle staring at me, my body.  Studying me!  Probably thinking
how underdeveloped I am in the breasts, or why my pubis is always smooth.

   Time kind of slowed down for a few seconds.  I didn -(TM)t know which
way to turn or where to go.  So I stayed stock still, covering my chest
with my arms.

   Looking at Lisa, who then nodded, Carrie went between the two cars, keys
in hand.  Lisa just stood there,watching.

   She reminded me of an old schoolteacher, with her arms crossed like
that, I giggled, and they -(TM)re both just as sour.  Sour apples.  Sour
grapes?

   Carrie had an ear to ear grin on her face as she opened the door hatch.
Sheri, who was very interested now, moved to join her, "ooOOoo, whatcha got
in mind

   Carrie?" she seemed very interested in what was goin on.  Carrie
shrugged, "Well?  Ask Lisa, it's her party.  We used it last night but it's
empty now, sorta."

   As Carrie opened it, I could see there was a pretty big cooler in the
back.  A huge one.  It could have fit a ten-year-old in it, maybe.  Carrie
motioned me to come to her and Lisa, whose face was expressionless.  I
meekly complied, stepping up to face them.  Naked, dirty, and deeply
embarrassed.

   Oh, I thought, What is this?  Extra clothes must be in it!  Maybe I'm
supposed to ride in this.  Would I fit?  No way.  Hide in it?  What.  What
was I thinking?  I wasn't.  I was naked, dirty, and being displayed in
front of other girls.

   I looked to Alicia, who was busy chatting with the other girls, Mink and
Sheri.  What a stupid name I thought.  Mink.  Named after fur.  Or a
rodent. A mink was a rodent, I thought, and with those god awful streaks in
her hair, she even looked like one.  Argh!  I'm not that sort of person to
be criticizing people by their appearance.  Far from it, look at me!  I'm
covered in crud!

   I was still kind of crouched down beside the Toyota so passing cars
wouldn't see me.  There was only two or three feet between the cars, Lisa
-(TM)s car being in front of Alicia -(TM)s Toyota.  Carrie shrugged her
shoulders.

   "Alright then Lisa, what's the deal with the cooler?" Sheri asked "the
Bitch" in a cheery voice.  Something was up.  My belly was warning me.

   "Just watch,' Lisa replied.  'Carrie, Sheri, if you please?" Lisa said,
pointing at the cooler.  "Move your ASSes!"

   Lisa spoke  -œCarrie, look at the time, - she said, tapping her watch
impatiently.

   Lisa spoke up, "Alicia and Mink, you two get between the cars, we don't
need anyone calling the cops on us, which they will if they see our little
naked

   mud-pie here squatting, they'll think she's taking a poop."

   Squatting?  This didn -(TM)t sound good.  Why would I be squatting. 
"Squatting?  Lisa!  What?" I croaked.  More butterflies overwhelmed me.

   What the hell do they want from me?  I -(TM)m already naked and dirty!
Where -(TM)s Alicia?  I looked behind me and she was still cracking up.  No
help there.  The two girls in the SUV were now looking over the back seats
at us, their movie temporarily forgotten.  There must be something better
to watch.  And that was me.

    -œWell Erica, uhhhm, like Carrie lost a contact somewhere over there,
- she said, pointing at a spot under the open hatch door.   -œAnd since
you -(TM)re already dirty, well, squat yer little butt down there and find
it for her.  Hurry now Erica, we ARE leaving in five. -

   I knelt down, Carrie had me by an elbow, I thought that was kind of
sweet, except she had a hand on my ass while she was helping, groping me.

   I was on all fours, trying unsuccessfully to find her contact.  I heard
rustling above my head.

   I went rigid in shock, jumped up on my knees.  "AHHHH SH***T!" I yelled
at the top of my lungs.  My God it was freezing cold!  They up-ended that
damned cooler full of cold water on me!  Lisa also had a quart water bottle
and was pouring it over my head, the mud running out, thinning, then
dripping through my shoulders to the ground.

    -œOh GAWD!  OHMYGAWD!  Argh! - my screaming startled the others.  I
must have turned three shades of white, and feeling as though I was going
to pass out.

   Alicia looked shocked, as if she didn -(TM)t know this was coming.  Mink
and Sheri just stood there, doubled over laughing and patting each other on
the back.  I could see two grinning faces above the seats inside the car,
and heard more laughing.

   Carrie became worried and was immediately at my side.  She put her arm
around me, regardless of what little dirt was left there.   -œWell shit! 
you -(TM)re okay.

   Let -(TM)s do this, she IS getting pissed. - Carrie then got busy with
the water, wiping me down with her hands.

    -œThere now, -(TM) Lisa said,  -~you -(TM)re getting rinsed off and we
-(TM)re getting the f**k out of here, before you completely ruin our plans
Erica, right?!  Alicia.  Get over here and help her rinse that sh*t off. -


    -œNo thanks Lisa, it looks like Carrie -(TM)s got that uh, covered. -
The other two girls stood leaning against the toyota, smiling and
occasionally making remarks, but I couldn -(TM)t hear them.  I squeezed my
eyes shut tight.  My nipples were so tight they hurt, and so did the
goosebumps crawling up and down my body, including my clit.

   Carrie took the rag and began to wipe me down, starting at the top of my
head, massaging my neck and shoulders and rinsing at the same time, then
dipping the rag in the cooler, she wiped my chest, back, and hips.  She
then gently worked her way down my hips, thighs and legs.  Squeezing the
excess water from the rag, she then laid it down.

    -œThere, that -(TM)s good, Erica, let us make sure your cute little
slit is clean, okay? - On her knees now, Carrie grabbed both my legs and
spread them apart, bending her head down and gazing between my legs.  She
stuck her finger in my belly button!

   I stood there, shaking, embarrassed, and compliant, like a little kid
being wiped down by their grandma.

   Shivering, I tried to cover my hard nipples, but Carrie kept pulling my
arms back down.  I was becoming excited, in spite of freezing my ass off.

   Carrie just smiled,  -œOoo Naked Princess, you -(TM)ve goose bumps!, I
wonder if the inside of your pussy gets them, huh?, your tummy sure does,
like pussy bumps?

   Let -(TM)s see, - at that point I was turning bright red.

   Lisa laughed out loud, a real hard belly laugh too.  I noticed their
eyes and all were on me.  I felt a chill run down the back of my spine! 
They were all studying me!  My god!, my pussy!, the insides! -

   She took her thumb and index finger and gently pulled my lips apart.  I
gasped, and looked down at her, she was breathing hard, her eyes sparkling.


   With her thumb and middle finger keeping my lips apart, she used her
index finger to tickle my now very excited clit.  Her other hand grabbed
onto my butt cheeks hard!  Squeezing them like fresh bread!   -œOh, uh, ah,
ah, ah ah ah ah ah!  CarrieeeeeeEEEEE! - My knees went out, and I floated
right into Carries waiting arms.

   Part 7

   Alicia and Carrie gently lifted me by the elbows and carried me to the
open door of the car.  I sat on the running board, legs open, drying out.
The two girls were standing outside of the SUV, looking me over, joining
Alicia and Carrie.

   The brunettes name was Sarah, I remembered her now.  The blonde I never
did know, but she also stood there, looking me over, with her hands on her
hips.   -œOh thank you Erica, what a great show!  The only thing missing
was some hot guys and we could've had a great show!  Well, we -(TM)ve at
least got some pictures! - Sarah had her cell-cam in her hand.  She seemed
very happy at this moment.

   Carrie spoke quietly, glaring at them both,  -œIf those pictures ever
make it to anyone we know, I will personally kill you. - They looked at
each other, the brunette pocketed the phone.  Blondie stuck her nose in the
air, then rolled her eyes and got back inside the SUV.

   Lisa added wryly, "Now that would have been something alright, Carrie
and a guy. -

   "Enough Lisa! - snapped Carrie, "you're in such a hurry to go, well, we
-(TM)re ready. -

   Mink and Sheri were ready too, waiting to get in the car, stopping to
look me over.

   "Erica, you've got the longest nipples of any girl I've ever seen."
Sheri said, studying my tits.  The blonde joined in saying, "You must have
shaved last night Erica, did you?"

   "Uhm, well, no, Alicia and I were up late studying, I didn't have a
chance. -

    -œThen it's naturally smooth?  You're seventeen Erica," she said, as if
this was a topic we needed to discuss.

   My nipples became tight again with everyone examining me like I -(TM)m a
piece of beef.  These comments were not meant to be sexy, but to me they
were.  I think I may be weird.  They were making me wet and I was becoming
warm, flushed!  I moved my hand to cup my pussy, hiding my crotch from
their view.

   "And now she plays with herself?" Sheri laughs.  "Let me see, Erica",
she laughed, pulling my hand down.  Sure enough, I was wet, my lips were
becoming full and my clit was getting bigger.  My hand went right back up!
-œNo no sweetie, let everyone see, you -(TM)re our little flasher aren
-(TM)t you? - Sheri was giggling while she pulled my hand out of the way.

   "Well her pussy is no little girls,' that's for sure, I mean, like, look
at her clit, my gawd, she must have a regular party with it that long!"
laughs the brunette again.

   Mud soaked then drenched here on a country road, stripped, shamed, then
climaxing in front of a dozen people, girls at that, it felt like everyone
-(TM)s eyes were on my body.  I was excited and ashamed at the same time.

   Lisa, her patience had run out, I guess, announced,  -œAlright, everyone
in, lets go. -

   We all got inside the Escalade, and that was it, only I was naked and
everyone else had clothes on.



   Part 8

   We made it to the Hotel.

   It was a simply designed place, very modern.  Like a big box in the
middle and a wing on each side.  There was a curious glass thing on the end
of one of the buildings, looked like a greenhouse.

   Hummm, uh, a pool probably.  Stupid lookin -(TM) place.  Red brick, long
glass windows, very Midwestern, very simple design.

   We made it to the parking lot, then pulled into the center of the hotel
complex.  The girls were getting very rowdy at this point.  No doubt the
smell in the car, coming from me, had something to do with it?

   The odors of the nasty water and my wetness hung in the air, even with
the windows open, and the smelly tree thing dancing around on the rearview
mirror.

   Lisa had the a/c on too, but that didn -(TM)t help us in the back,
really, nor my nipples either!  The goose bumps on my arms were constant! I
was hot and sticky, in all the wrong places.  I smiled to myself, a joke.

   Lisa yelled,  -œHere we are everyone!  The Raddison Hotel!  Everyone
out! - She frowned, her usual face.

   I looked around for something to cover up with, but there was nothing,
not even a hankie!  I slid over after Carrie got out, checked for wet
spots, there were none, then crawled out of the back seat.  Stepping down
to the pavement, I hid behind Carrie, holding my bottle of water in front
of my crotch.

   I started hopping around, cause the pavement was boiling!  That pavement
was hot!  I nearly ran into some shade provided by a spindly spruce in the
parking island.

   Alicia got out the other side, then came around the car to Carrie and I.
The others had left laughing and skipping without a backwards glance.

   It was Alicia, Carrie, Lisa, and me, naked.  Standing in the shade,
hidden behind Carrie, I wondered what was next.  I was worrying about
security guards, cameras, or worse, the cops!

   "We need to get your bag out of the trunk Alicia!  And I can -(TM)t go
anywhere till I -(TM)m dressed!" I looked around nervously.

   "Okay Erica, hang on," she said.  She was digging around in her purse
again.  I always wonder why she does that whenever we arrive somewhere.  We
stop, she digs.

   Lisa wrinkled her nose, "Something smells." glaring at me.  She moved
downwind, away from me.  Carrie put her arm around my neck and squeezed,
pulling me sideways so I had to hold onto her for balance.  "Oh Erica,
you're just SO, SO huggable!" she baby-talked me.

   "And such a smooth, smooth pussy, you wanna be my baby?  Baby girl?" She
was joking, I hoped.

   "Carrie!  Stop, please!  Quit goofing around.  I need something to wear!
And someone's gonna get us busted, me!" I struggled to get back behind her.


   I was imagining everyone in their rooms was watching me behind the slit
in the curtains.

   "Carrie!  Stop!" I moved her around in front of me again.  I had to
push, then guide her, all the while she's frowning, like I hurt her
feelings or something.  Playing around like that's gonna get me in trouble!
Now please chill out." I noted a trace of desperation in my voice, as
opposed to her 'ready to party voice.

   "Aw, Erica, and I had an early birthday present for you, but now, well,
you'll just haveta wait, you party pooper," she giggled, and winked at
Alicia.

   I wondered if even Lisa ever got under this girls skin.  She always
seemed to be so carefree and open.  A polar opposite of me!

   Lisa stood stoically, surveying the scene.  "Ya know, this place is
kinda small for a band, well, that Bo guy aint worth a crap anyway.  He's
lucky there's anyone showing up at all, at least we get a dinner out of
this."

   Carrie looked at me with a very, very strange look.  She turned to Lisa.


   "You don't have to be an asshole Lisa, Bo happens to be Alicias favorite
singer," Carrie said.

   "Tough shit, I dont haveta like him." Lisa sneered.  "Look, Alicia,
hurry up, get yer room keys, I don't like standing around here with Erica
being naked and all."

   I spotted the windows to the managers -(TM) office, and there were two
white faces peering out, I couldn -(TM)t make out if they were male or
female.  But upon closer look, worse, the lobby was full of old people, men
and women, who were staring at us.  My God, I must look pretty stupid,
standing here like this, hiding behind Carrie.

   I knew they could see we were up to something, those old farts, and
hiding behind Carrie was'nt much protection, but it was better than just
standing here, out in the open, proud and naked.

   I had my arms on the back of Carries' shoulders, and stood close to her.
I felt something touch my clit!  Her fingers were pressing on my clit,
sideways, and tapping it.  Carrie giggled.  "A teaser, soon to be birthday
girl."

   She swung around sideways to face me, then...

   I felt the familiar tingling spreading to my nipples.  The blush!  My
head was getting lighter and I was getting a little wobbly on my feet.

   Carrie planted a big kiss on my mouth.  I stepped back just a little,
but I didn't resist her.  I didn't know what to do so I just stood there,
naked and trembling.  Carries fingers began exploring.

   ALicia just stood back from us taking it all in.  She looked at Lisa
expectantly.

   "Oh good fuc*ing grief Carrie, we really should get going.  Alicia, go
and get yer room, we're driving around the side and parkin.  GO!" she
nearly shouted.

   Lisa crossed her arms again, and glared, but her eyes didn't look mad, I
didn'nt think.

   Oh good grief!  I'm wet again!  I felt a trickle running down my leg. 
All thoughts of being seen and hassled were now forgotten.

   "Ahh, I..I..  Alicia!  Go get a room key, please hurry!" I croaked.

   "Hurry up, dammit," Lisa began pacing around.

   "Oh alright.  I was just getting my credit card.  Thought I may have had
my phone, but I don't."

   Alicia walked away from us.  Lisa had moved in close to shield others'
eyes from me.  Carrie still hid me from the front, but anyone driving into
the parking lot would see me from the side, hiding behind Carrie, with her
hands groping.

   I feel so good, and scared!  I was hot, tingly and wet.  I needed a
shower, and above all, something to wear!

   Alicia came back out of the Office part of the building, keys in hand,
heading towards us.  Carrie let me go, or rather my pussy.  I looked up,
and suddenly the other girls were there!  In a semi-circle, surrounding me.
Where'd they come from?  My eyes must've been closed.

   Lisa had propped herself up on the Escalade.

   "Erica baby, I need to go and park now.  Come on Carrie, let -(TM)s go."
She laughed, and so did her friends.  I just now realized they were
standing there, on the other side of the car, looking at whatever. 
Whispering to each other.  Had I been dreaming?  Standing up?  No.

   Sheri came up beside us, and along with her other friend, I found myself
surrounded, but Lisa of all people, rescued me from their comments and
stares.

   "Erica, I -(TM)m going to leave, Alicia can deal with you.  Let -(TM)s
get your stuff."

   She went around the car to the back, opened the trunk again and lo!

    -œWell shit Erica, - Lisa was laughing hard, 'didn't you...what..you
forgot your stuff!?"

    -œWhat, well, yeah, but did you get Alicia -(TM)s stuff?" I said
nervously.

    -œYes, here, take it, enjoy, have fun, have a good time!" She swung it
out of the back and heaved it at me.

   I reached up and caught it, now my soaking wet crotch was full on
display.  I was blushing bad, thinking everyone probably knows I -(TM)m
horny too.  I felt like crying.  I almost did.  I held Alicia's bag close
to my body, sort of covering me, but not quite.

   Lisa, Carrie, the car and everyone was suddenly gone.  Alicia stood
facing me, I stood behind the spindly tree.  At least the lobby looked
empty from here.

   "Where -(TM)s your overnight bag Erica?" Alicia asked me, staring
curiously.

   "I didn -(TM)t take one, remember?" I said, beginning to sob.  Naked,
stranded with no ride except for that bitch Lisa.  And Carrie!  I couldn't
find words for her.

   "Well, did you ask them if they had anything you could wear for now? 
What about the dinner tonight?  What ya gonna wear to that!  You're
supposed to be speaking at it.  And ya cant naked.  Well.." she began to
giggle.  "Oop, ah, no, you can't," she put her hand to her mouth to hide a
smile.

   "It's not funny Alicia!  You know those girls wouldn -(TM)t go out of
their way for me, to help me for anything!  Especially Lisa." My lips were
trembling, I was now crying.

   Alicia came close and hugged me tight, I dropped the bag.  My feet were
getting a little tender, as I kept stepping onto the hot ashpalt.  I
stopped after a few minutes, I just felt helpless.  She broke off the hug
and eased me into a crouching position.

   "Hummmmm, Erica, let's sneak around the side of the building, you better
sort of hide between these parked cars, and I'll see if I can get you in
without being seen, ok?" She took my hand and began leading me around.

   Alicia led, and I followed, alert for anything and anyone.



   Part 9

   I half squatted, half stood between cars, frantic.  My god, it seemed
like everywhere I looked people were looking at me, but I couldn -(TM)t
really see any of the windows of the hotel.  I could hear peoples -(TM)
voices but I thought I was well hidden between the parked cars.

   I was hoping this was a dream, a bad nightmare I -(TM)d wake up from. 
How did I wind up naked and stranded here?  Lisa, of course.  But it wasn
-(TM)t a bad dream, my burning feet were telling me this.

   I stopped, and my belly felt like it was coming out my throat, I was so
nervous.  I was afraid of being caught and thrown in jail or something.

   I zigzagged between cars, constantly bumping my shins on the front ends
or rear bumpers.  Red marks were beginning to appear on my legs.  Why weren
-(TM)t there parking stops in this place?

   Some stupid pickup truck had a towing ball that nearly took my kneecap
off!   -œOww!  Ow!  Fvck fvck!  That hurt! - I thought aloud, rubbing my
bruised leg.

   I stood there a second, both hands wresting on my knees as I caught my
breath, my nakedness forgotten for the moment.  But that was about to
change.

   Massaging my right kneecap, I heard someone whistling!  More than one! I
heard some males laughing, boys -(TM) voices, and some females saying
something in the distance.  My belly sunk furthur, and the voices were
getting louder, which means, closer!  My belly told me to run, to hide, and
to get away!  I ran.

   I stood, hiding myself, or so I thought, between an Expedition and
another big truck.  No shortage of monster trucks in this part of the
country.

   I thought I -(TM)d be hidden well enough for now, but they found me
anyway.  The little group of teenagers must have looked under the big truck
and seen my feet.

   They came around the truck, with a perfect view of me.  The boys were on
one end and the girls moved over to the other, so either way, they were
going to see me naked, and block my escape.

   I could have rushed by the girls, but my legs were wobbly with fear,and
horniness, so I just stood there, frozen.  I felt the tell-tale trickle of
cum starting at my labia, heading south.

   I tried to back up a little, keeping an equal distance between the four
of them, on each side of me, my arms were out, and I backed up a little,
then burnt my butt-cheeks on the side of the Expedition.

   "Ow!  OWW!  Ohmygawd!" I jumped forwards, my little boobs bouncing,
chest out, butt red.

   My nipples, never completely soft, got harder and tight, and my crotch
was getting sloppy, fast.  Even through the damp dirt smell I could smell
me!  They were gonna check me out alright.  I felt trapped, and that was
making me excited.

   Horny?!  I didn -(TM)t even know these kids, yet exposing myself to them
was making me very horny.  I already felt as exposed as I could be!

   How could it?  How could that make me horny?  I need to think about this
whole thing, I'm really going to have to figure it out, I thought, but not
now.

   My wet crotch wanted me to stay and be teased or checked out by them, my
mind wanted me to flee to the safety of Alicia, wherever she was.

   I'm just a tiny girl, and these people were all bigger than I was.

    -œRight there Chuck, I told ya she was naked! - said an excited male
voice.

   The Talker paused, staring, wrinkling his nose,  -œWhoa, been rolling
around in pig-shit? - he aimed his insult at me.

    -œWho is she?  Who is this bitch? - asked Chuck excitedly, grinning.
He had his camera phone out, was looking at it, and me, while his two
female companions just glared at me, hips thrust out and their arms
crossed.

    -œWow!  Dunno, dude -- she looks kinda young, better not take her
picture bro -(TM), - the Talker added, frowning.

   At this my nipples popped out full, poking the air, probing for
excitement.

   Judging by the the girls hands waving across their noses, I knew they
could smell me too.  The dirt and my pussy.

    -œFVck that, - said cell-phone Chuck,  -œif she -(TM)s old enough to
flash her stuff, she -(TM)s definitely old enough.   -œ

   The Blonde girl said  -œWhat stuff?  Where -(TM)s her tits?  Her pussy
is smooth! - she looked me up and down critically, like I was a bad piece
of meat, then frowned.   -œWhat -(TM)s your name little girl? -

   At  -~little -(TM) I felt the familiar warmth creep up my neck, and my
cheeks.

   I said in a very weak voice,  -œErica. - I stared at her eyes, hoping
to get warning if I was going to get tackled.

    -œWell, now, embarrassed and naked Erica, are you hurt?  Why are you
naked, and smell like shit? - Blonde girl had her hands on her hips,
glaring.  She knew I wasn -(TM)t hurt.

    -œI --I was kicked out of the car by my friends, they left me like
this, - I started giggling, a nervous reaction I guess.

    -œWhat the fVck you laughing at?  You dumbass naked cow! - Bleach
blonde began raising her voice.

    -œUh oh, - I thought.  I better get the hell away!

   She looked hard, this one.  Her friend Bleach Blondie and Budweiser
Girl.

   I couldn -(TM)t stop smiling at my little joke.

   The other Blondie came towards me a little, leaned in and took a close
look at my pussy.  I backed up, thinking I was going to get hit.  I stood
motionless, I didn -(TM)t want them rushing me, jumping me.

   Cell phone Chuck said  -œLeave her alone Mary, maybe she really is
messed up, -(TM)  -œHey, ah, Erica, you drunk or stoned or something, huh?
- He moved in closer.

   Mary and her bleach blonde friend leaned in close, waving their hands at
my pussy, looking for something.  I knew what, after a moment.

    -œWell, she shaves, she -(TM)s got a few shaving bumps, but look!'
cried Bleach Blondie,'C -(TM)mere Mary, look at that clit!

   My gawd!  It -(TM)s huge!  And, and she -(TM)s horny!  EEEwwwww! - She
backed up, frowning.

   Her index finger was about one inch away from it, pointing out for the
others this miracle clit she -(TM)d discovered.

    -œYeah, look, look, right there it is! - Chuck said, pointing his
cell-phone right at me, at my clit, and I could feel it pulsing with each
rapid heartbeat, poking out of its hood.

    -œWhatta slut!  Is my boyfriend making you horny, bitch? - exclaimed
Budweiser Girl.

    -œBitch! - hissed her friend.   -œLet -(TM)s kick her skinny little
ass Mary! - the two blondes looked ready, and kind of pissed, although
their eyes never seemed to leave my pussy.

   No help from the guys, they just stood and waited, probably hoping I
-(TM)d get the shit beat out of me, so they could see my gaping wet puss
lips and butthole as their girlfriends beat me up.

   All four faces were leaning in close to look at my pussy, mouths hanging
open.  I just stood there, not moving, letting them examine my now swollen
pussy.

   I about fell down, the blood seemed to be rushing from my head, but not
from embarrassment.

   I was horny at being displayed, I was getting dizzy.  I was horny all
right.  But by being insulted?  Examined?  Stared at?  "Not now," I
thought, sort it out later.

   All this took place in a matter of a few short minutes, but it seemed
longer.  I was going to have to  -œhandle - this horniness soon.  My
nipples were beginning to hurt.  Maybe when I'm excited like this time
somehow works different, well, at least to me anyway.

   Appearing out of nowhere I heard a mans voice shouting,  -œHEY, what are
you kids doing to her? - The owner of the monster truck!  He came around
behind the two boys, and with a whoop they all ran away, laughing, the
girls taunting me, why they shot me the bird I don -(TM)t know.  I couldn
-(TM)t help being naked!  If I -(TM)d had clothes or some thing I wouldn
-(TM)t be naked!  Without looking back I tore off out of there, away from
the Truck mans voice.



   Part 10

   Throwing aside caution, I ran towards the end of the building, where I
spotted Alicia, grinning and beckoning me with her arm in a  -~come here
-(TM) motion.  If people out here think I -(TM)m streaking, well, they'd
just have to.

   That loud man had drawn attention to me, even if he did save my bare
butt from those creeps, he still created more onlookers!  Damnit!

   People seemed to be popping up out of nowhere for a look.

   Running more to get away from the voices and people behind me...I jogged
towards Alicia.  She was standing stock still, arms folded, tapping her
foot in an exaggerated way.

    -œTook ya long enough Erica, - she said through an exagerrated yawn.

   I panted, out of breath,  -œI wanted to make sure the coast was clear,
where WERE you? - Her face fell.  She must -(TM)ve thought I was yelling
at her.

   She had her hand holding the door open, but her body was outside the
door, facing me.

    -œWell, okay, Erica, if you want to be that way about it then, fine. 
You can follow me if you want to get cleaned up and not stink, or stay out
here and show off to your audience, - she gestured towards the parking lot
which was now a small crowd.

    -œHurry Alicia, -(TM) I croaked,  -~let me inside!  I'm sorry I raised
my voice!  Let me in, please! - I begged.

   Without a word she turned and opened the door for me to go in first.  I
noticed she didn -(TM)t have anything for me to wear either.

   I was wide eyed, she wouldn -(TM)t allow me to follow behind her?  I was
suspicious, this was a long, long hall.  Anyone could come popping out of
those doors.  She knows someone might , yet she wants me in front.

   May be she was still mad at me for supposedly yelling at her.  Maybe
this is payback, exposing me in front of guests here.

   I could barely make anything out, i was sun blinded for a few minutes,
Not even sunglasses to hide my naked eyes, I thought glumly.

   There were doors across from each other, all the way down the hall, with
grey carpeting that didn -(TM)t feel good to my feet at all, as they were
sensitive to anything now, and felt funny, almost not feeling.

   What was most weird was my pussy clenched at the sudden drop in
temperature.  My nipples still strained for some pinching, begging for that
little electric jolt, the one that runs straight to my clit, but no relief
was in sight.  Stress horny!  Is there such a thing?  Why do I think about
this cr*p when i'm naked and scared!  I had to pee too.

   The outer doors slammed shut behind me.  That was the end of the show I
was giving everyone outside, even though there were a bunch of dumb
grinning kids with their tongues glued to the glass, they couldn -(TM)t see
me cause Alicia was now behind me, looking at whatever she was looking at.
My best friend, checking out my butt as i walked?

    -œErica, you -(TM)re walking funny.  Are you alright?  Here, you follow
me, I don -(TM)t want any cameras seeing you, or other people, - she
looked concerned.

   Oh!  What a weird thought.  Someone concerned about the way I felt, I
was stinking, dirty, I needed a bath, clean clothes, and my feet were
feeling strange.  I was fine.  I figured it was better to just let it all
go than argue, we -(TM)re best friends anyway.  I followed Alicia now,
close behind her.

   Looking at her butt, watching her cheeks bounce, -œI'm okay Alicia, can
we please, please get to the room.  You did get a room key didn -(TM)t you?
-

   Smiling at me over her shoulder,  -œYes Silly, Karen had it all set. 
She even got her boyfriend to get my car!  And fix it!  No one has to know
anything now!   - She was so proud of herself she was almost skipping.  I
just wish she -(TM)d grabbed a towel or something from the room before she
came out to get me.

   I didn -(TM)t think I was hot for her, or any other girl, for that
matter.  Watching her butt cheeks bounce as she walked was making me wet
again.  Alicia was a young woman now, as was I, but I didn -(TM)t look like
it.  I looked like a fifteen year old, with barely any boobs, yet wide hips
with a very strange appearing clit, that pokes out by itself, and nipples
that seemed unusually long, at least to me...but some young men liked them
that long, Alicia had told me that one night.  Come to think of it, I
-(TM)ve heard good comments from the remarks made to me at school, when I
was stripped naked at school, anyway.

   At least I had that going for me!  My parents weren -(TM)t rich like
Lisa -(TM)s, and I wasn -(TM)t sexy or anything like Alicia or Carrie. 
Carrie had her big boobs and pretty hair and Alicia with her near perfect
body and pretty face.

   Thinking about all this stuff, while petrified of being caught, was
making me hornier, even though I smelled like woman -(TM)s sweat and that
damned creek, or sewer!  I hope I don -(TM)t get sick from that stuff.

    -œKeep moving Erica!  Keep going, - insisted Alicia, as we walked
further and further down the hall.

   I heard voices from each door as we passed, as if there was a big
speaker in there, men and women -(TM)s voices from both sides of the hall
were muted, and it sounded like --teaching.  Some sort of conference?  My
anxiety level was rising, thudding in my chest told me that, and my pussy
begun to throb too.  My labia must be sloppy by now!  I imagined I could
hear the squishing as I walked.

   I didn -(TM)t have time to think about that very long, because sure
enough, near the end of the hall, one of those doors opened, I heard a lot
of clapping and out of the door popped a few older women and some younger
ones, wearing some sort of uniform, fussing around a table on wheels. 
There was a bunch of dirty dishes and such on it, and hiding the table
itself was a big tablecloth.  The young ones went back inside the room. 
Servers, I thought.

    -œPush, push! - The older woman crowed. -There!  Over the damned
threshold, stupid.  No!  Watch it! - She had her hands clutched firmly on
the handles of the table.  The other woman looked like she was trying to
steady a large drink bowl and a stack of coffee cups and junk, all ready to
fall off, it looked like.

   I got right behind Alicia, our bodies so close as to be touching her
back with my nipples.  I put my hands on her shoulders to help steady me,
and she whispered,  -œJust keep walking Erica, pretend they aren -(TM)t
there. - Easy for her to say, she -(TM)s not the one who -(TM)s naked!  I
just mumbled a weak and breathy "okay.".

   The plastic bowl, little cups and utensils all spilled off the cart onto
the floor with a little crash.  The two women stood away for a second, to
survey the mess on the floor.

   Alicia moved to the wall, slowing her pace, me clinging to her back,
trying to get around the women and the mess they -(TM)d made.

   I felt more open and exposed than before, with my wet pussy.  and wanted
to cover up, so I hid what I could with my hands, since I didn -(TM)t have
shoes even.

    -œHey honey, are you okay? - The younger looking lady looked me up and
down.

   Alicia immediately stepped in.   -œOh yes, we were just wrestling a
little by the pool and she broke her suit! - Alicia smiled sweetly at the
woman, she just stared at me, or rather my eyes, then my tits.  The other
older womans -(TM) mouth fell to her chest, and stayed that way.  Gross. 
And I thought I looked bad.

   The younger woman was frowning.   -œSure sister, sure.  How the hell do
you 'break' a swim suit?  What you two really been up to huh? - She then
smiled at us both.

    -œSome sort of school prank?  A bet?  She lost eh? - She slowly took
my nakedness in, lingering on my tits, then lower, her eyes widened.

    -œLook at that girls clit Jane, - her eyes then bugged out,I could
swear she was squealing.  Sure enough, being inspected was making me horny,
again!

   Jane, the older one, looked worried,  -œWhat -(TM)s wrong with you?  Do
you need a Doctor child? - she looked genuinely concerned.

   I was speechless at being horny yet again for weird reasons, at least
they seemed weird.

   Alicia grabbed my hand and tugged it, and me, away from the new hotel
employee fan club I had.  She -(TM)d grabbed my right hand, bringing it
across my crotch and brushing my clit in the process.

   I mumbled to the older woman, yes ma -(TM)am, I'm ah!  Oh..Ohhkay! - I
breathed heavily.

    -œErica, come ON! - Alicia yanked me sideways and off we went, leaving
the two women behind us looking very surprised.

    -œErica, we must get to our room fast!  Before you get us in trouble!
- she said with urgency, she really was in a hurry too.

   We made it to the end of the hall with no more incidents, leaving behind
the older woman to fuss at the other, I overheard something about getting
their butts in gear and to quit staring at that childs ass.

    -œErica, did you know you were playing with your pussy when those women
were checking you out? - Alicia asked,smiling over her shoulder at me.

   Alicia had mentioned to me once, at one of my many sleepovers at her
house that I masturbated in my sleep.I didn -(TM)t realize I -(TM)d been
doing that in my sleep until she told me.  My nipples felt sensitive upon
waking sometimes, playing with them a little bit in my sleep too, I guess.
My panties being soaked I just figured was nature or something.

   I was being checked out by her in my sleep?  Wait a minute!  Then it was
the same with Lisa and Carrie too.  They -(TM)ve watched me sleep too!  It
dawned on me, the thought of Carries -(TM) naked body under her thin
nightgown, nipples round and nicely tipped, breasts full, lips glossed and
full, like I imagined her pussy to be, glossed and full, dripping like mine
does --

    -œErica, what are you doing?  Stop that!  Not now!  Not here, sh*t! -
she turned around quickly but it was too late.  She had one of my hands, my
other went for my tits.  I now took her hand and pressed it into my clit,
hard.  Moving it side to side then up and down with her middle knuckle was
all it took.  I -(TM)d been ready for a while now, and I looked at her
frantically, I -(TM)d imagined.  She looked shocked but didn't try to pull
away, if anything, she seemed kind of fascinated.

   I pressed my crotch firmly into her fist and rubbed once, twice, hard. 
-œOOOOhhhhhh, - My free hand pinched my nipple and twisted hard, and I
arched backwards with another spasm of sheer joy!  Ahhhhhh Gawwwddddd
UHHmmmmmmm.. - I moaned as I twisted, one naked leg going up luxuriously
over my other leg, my free hand still pinching and rubbing my nipples and
clit.

   I released her hand and she grabbed my shoulder, I looked in her eyes
and she seemed sheepish, maybe even embarrassed by my orgasm.  She was
breathing funny though, slowly, heavy.  I was weak in the knees, my pussy
was still clenching inside, spasming, and juices leaking down my thighs,
leaving clean streaks amid the dirt.

   My face burned, a full body blush heading up then down, my body being so
pale I blushed like a pale red rose at midday.

   Alicia took both my hands and draped them over her shoulders, turning
around yet again.   -œYou done? - she said quietly.  She still seemed
embarrassed.  She raised her voice a little.   -œAre you oHkAY Erica?  We
really need to get moving.  We -(TM)re lucky there -(TM)s noone around,
since we missed the lunch crowd and caterers, we need to get to our room.
Lisa and Carrie will be by the pool, waiting for us.  So will some others,
probably. -

   I sputtered,  -œOthers?  Everyone we know is here tonight from school.
If they see me like this --? - I was very nervous, and must have looked it
too, chewing on my lower lip.

    -œSo what Erica, - she stopped and looked at me.

    -œSo what? - I stammered.

    -œYou -(TM)re going to junior college first?  Or what?  Whether a four
year or not, you -(TM)ll never see most of these geeks again.  The rest
will stay in that crappy little town we live in, and that -(TM)s that. -

    -œYeah, - I mumbled, but I thought privately, If I don -(TM)t get
thrown in jail first.

   Inside, my odor was getting stronger.  Okay, now Erica, if you stand
close behind me, no one in the pool will see that you -(TM)re naked, ok? 
If Lisa and Carrie are there, they'll help us, and their friends.  Karen
-(TM)s around somewhere too, and she -(TM)s the boss here, so we should be
okay. -

   I took a deep breath.   -œLisa?  Help me? - I said a little too loud.
No one popped their heads out from the lobby.  Lucky me.

   Pool?  Oh no!  And I was still no closer to peeing.



   Part 11

    -œJust a minute there!  You two.  Ladies, stop!  Stop right there! -
shouted a female voice.  A big woman approached Alicia and me, blocking the
hallway, and our exit to the pool.

   Alicia froze.   -œOh, no, - She said to the woman,  -œwe have to get
her to our room.  No time to stop, - and Alicia made to brush by her, but
the big woman blocked our way.

   Alicia made to side step her and was again blocked.  I took my arms off
Alicia -(TM)s back now, and let them hang by my sides, feeling defeated.  I
just stared at the woman, and she stared back, at my tits.

   Busted, I thought.  My parents will be crushed.  And my Grandma, what
will she think?  She -(TM)ll be crushed too!  Maybe have a heart attack or
something, when she hears I'm thrown in jail for being naked in public.

   The Woman was wearing a green polo with the hotels -(TM) logo on it, and
a badge had her name  -œBillie - on it.  She grabbed my elbow, pinched
hard between her thumb and forefinger.

    -œCome with me.  You.  And yes, you too, naked kid! - I meekly
followed along.  Alicia looked pissed, but remained silent.  We were going
the opposite way of the double doors to the pool.

   I kinda waddled my way on the sides of my feet.  I was afraid to look at
them.

    -œLadies, we should go this way, - she said, firmly guiding Alicia and
I towards the Managers office a few feet away.

   Alicia spoke up,  -œWe -(TM)re friends of the assistant manager here,
Her name's Karen.  You know?  Long brown hair?  We have a room here and
everything. -

    -œOh yes, Karen, uh huh, and did you know, anyone can say anything, if
they -(TM)re in trouble, - she sneered back.

   Billie spoke to Alicia first.   -œAnd who might this dirty child be,
hanging on your back.  Are you giving piggyback rides today young lady? 
Huh?" she said to Alicia.  She then reached in her pocket and pulled a
small radio back out, and then spoke into it.

    -œJohnny, call Karen to the Office, please.  We have a situation here.
- I wondered nervously who Johnny was.

    -œOkay, sit down, and lets wait till Karen gets here. - She motioned
towards the leather chairs.  I moved towards one next to Alicia.  My friend
sat down and I was about to sit too, still hiding my shaved pussy from this
woman.

    -œNo!  Not you, little missy, - She frowned at me,  -œthose chairs
cost a fortune, and I don -(TM)t want you getting them filthy. - Humbled,
I just stood in front of her desk with my arms covering my bald pussy,
feeling the embarassment creep up my neck as a warm blush.  I stared at the
carpet, because if I made eye contact with her I knew she'd be staring at
my tits.  The boys are bad enough, but this, this is humiliating!

   Alicia glanced sideways at me, did I catch a smirk?  I raised my eyebrow
at her and she just shrugged.  I brought an arm to cover my boobs, hiding
the nipples effectively, but exposing my shave job in the process.

   Easy for Alicia think this is funny, she -(TM)s not nude and nasty,
about to get busted, and worse, there were no clothes or anything to cover
up with in here.  Not even a newspaper!  Plus I gotta pee!  Bad!

   Billie was herself seated at the smaller of the two desks.  I took the
room in at a glance.  Very spartan.  I could see the parking lot clearly
through the large glass windows.  Two desks with computers on it, and the
two comfortable armchairs were set in front of the desk, and a long sofa
was behind us, against the wall.  No wall hangings, no nothing, except us.

   I stood naked and helpless in front of this strange woman, unsure of
what was coming next.

   I took in this woman named Billie.  Oh my, she was a woman, I think.

   What an ugly hairdo she wore, I thought, cut short like a boys, and
slicked back with some sort of goop.  Come to think of it, she was wearing
mens slacks and mans -(TM) belt too.  Even her shoes looked like guys
shoes. I couldn -(TM)t tell if she had tits or not, under that large polo,
but if she did have any, they were flatter than mine.  Hummm.  This woman,
was grossing me out.

    -œOkay girls, lets see your room key. - She held out her hand to
Alicia, who began rummaging through her little clutch purse.  She handed
the key to Billie.

    -œDon -(TM)t worry missy, I know you aint got it, - she said, leering
at my bald pussy, there -(TM)s only one place you could put a key, but I
don -(TM)t think you got it there. - She ventured a smile at her little
joke, the b*tch.

   There was silence while she typed something in her computer, opened a
desk drawer and pulled out a folder, with some paperwork in it.

   Looking up from the room application, she said, "Alright then, Alicia.
What say we cut to the chase then, what's really going on here hm?" SHe
looked at Alicia then me, then back to Alicia.

   Alicia tried explaining,  -œBut we only just got here.  We were going to
go to our room and get something for her.   -

   Still looking at the floor, I spoke quietly,  -œI'm sorry, Ma -(TM)am, I
had a swimming suit accident.  It ahh, fell off while I was swimming.  We
weren't swimming here. -

    -œYou better not have been swimming here!  Here she is, naked, and I
certainly don -(TM)t remember you two coming through the front door. -

   Billie stood up, pointing at me.   -œFlashing, streaking, whatever you
want to call it, being naked in public will get you both busted! - she
declared.

   The woman got up, then proceeded to walk around us both, slowly, looking
us up and down.

   Leaving Alicia she came to face me.  I looked up, as this woman was a
head taller than I.

   Hands on both her hips, she glared at me,  -œHow -(TM)d this kid get so
dirty, anyway? - She asked Alicia.  I could feel her beady eyes on me.

   Alicia had had enough, "We said we didn't swim here, what do you think
we did, roll her around in the dirt afterwards?"

   Alicia made for the door but the big woman got beside it.  "I wouldn't
if I were you.  Just stay put a minute."

   I couldn -(TM)t make eye contact.  Billie went back to her desk, and
then sat down.  I stayed where I was, mindful of the phone on the desk.  I
was hoping she wouldn -(TM)t call anyone.

   Alicia continued,  -œWe were swimming at a pond on the way here, it was
so damned hot.  Erica -(TM)s suit fell off and we couldn -(TM)t find it,
then Erica didn -(TM)t want to ruin the car upholstery, so she stayed
naked. -

   Billie's eyebrows rose a bit, then laughed.

    -œAlright, Ms --Alicia is it?  Okay. - She looked up from her
computer. Your paperwork is all right here, but it says this Erica kid is
fifteen.  Is that right? - she looked me over again, this time not trying
to hide the direction of her gaze.  My pussy, tits, face, her eyes resting
on my pussy again.

   People need to understand I have eyes too.  Why do the guys and women
talk to my tits.  Maybe 'cause they're out there with nothing hiding them?
Well, they stare at them when I have clothes on too.  Must be my nipples,
poking through the bra.

   I sputtered,  -œBut I -(TM)m not a kid, I -(TM)m eighte -- - before
Alicia cut me off.

    -œYes, that -(TM)s right!  Fifteen! - Alicia glanced at me, smiled and
winked.

   The big woman continued,  -œAlright, well kids aren -(TM)t supposed to
be naked around here.  Don -(TM)t you know there are all kinds of perverts
out there?  You need to get her dressed right away, before someone comes in
here and complains, or she gets attacked, got it? - She was frowning at
Alicia during this mini-lecture.  Alicia looked kinda bored with the whole
thing.

   Karen chose that moment to walk in.  She was dressed for business in a
nice, knee length black skirt, white blouse and black blazer with the
hotels' logo embroidered on the breast pocket.  Black pumps and hose
rounded her out.

   Seeing her dressed up so lady..well, businesslike, I felt even more
naked than before, with only dirt to hide me.

   Feeling the cool breeze of the air conditioners blow through my damp
thighs and across my shoulders and chest made me feel very nude, and
unprotected.

   Karen looked a little older than when I saw her at the Mall, certainly
better.  Like an adult!  She streaked her hair beautifully.  And that
makeup!  She was model pretty.  I was jealous.  I briefly wondered what she
looked like naked.

    -œWell well well Billie, what have we here? - she chirped, smiling at
me.  Her eyes did a slow dance over my dirty nude body, then she looked
away.

    -œA couple of silly girls up to no good, Karen, probably some sort of
graduation prank, but they got this kid involved, who knows what nonsense
is going on. -

   Billie had stood up when Karen had walked in the room.

   Karen said to Alicia,  -œYou -(TM)d better get this girl to your room,
before there -(TM)s trouble, and try not to get caught, ok? - Karen smiled
at me, looking amused.

    -œWe -(TM)re out of here Karen, and thanks. -

    -œAlright, better hide her, or get her some clothes, something,
alright? I -(TM)ll catch up to you. -

    -œBe right back Billie, I -(TM)ll tell you all about it, - Karen said
to Billie over her shoulder and walked out right behind us.

   We left the office and slid into the hallway, leaving the strange Billie
by herself.

   Alicia said to me,  -œWe -(TM)re gone. - She took my hand and quickly
led me out, but then Karen was right behind us.

    -œAlicia, jeezuz, what happened," Karen sounded angry,"Are you both
trying to get me in trouble?  Get her out of here! -

   Alicia spoke calmly,"We were on our way to the room, until that Billie
lady stopped us. -

    -œYeah?  Well, you -(TM)re gonna have to go through the pool to get
there, or walk all the way around, and you cant do that!  Because there
-(TM)s open windows all over the damned place, not to mention banquet rooms
being full, and used! - Karen looked us both over.

    -œYou, dear, may have a problem. - She'd seemed angry but now looked
more concerned.  "Are you okay Erica?  Did those girls hurt you somehow?"

   I just shook my head "no."

    -œI just.. - I blurted, "I gotta pee!  Bad! - My knees were crossing
now and I did a side stepping dance trying to hold it in!

   Alicia just laughed, along with Karen.

   "Get moving you two." then spanked me on the ass, a hard slap!

   Why that b*tch!  Does she really think I'm a kid?  Godammit that stung!



   Part 12

    -œAlicia, - I pleaded, I just can -(TM)t do it!  Go alone, if you have
to.  Go get me a towel or something then come back. -

   My heart sank as I realized there was nowhere to hide, especially here.
The toilets were outside the gates, near the opposite entrance where I
wanted to be.

   I saw a whole lot of people, tanning, some playing cards, drinking.  The
guys were fooling around trying to get the girls wet, some older kids
splashing at one another.

   Everyone seemed pretty happy, and it looked like fun, except to me.  My
head felt like it was going to float off my body, my clit was engorged, and
nipples were tingling at the thought.  I was naked!

    -œDon -(TM)t be silly Erica, they -(TM)re all looking at other stuff,
partying, and way too busy to pay any attention to you at all. - She
surveyed the scene.   -œEveryone -(TM)s partying, now chill out, and lets
have some fun. - Alicia faced me, then looked beside me, startled.  
-œCarrie! -

   Carrie appeared literally out of nowhere.  She stood behind me, smiling.
 -œNice suit Sweetie, mmm, I love it.  Skin.  Ah, a naked dirt swimsuit,
it's definately you Erica, - she giggled.  She came around to face me,
hand on hips, looking me up and down, studying me,  -œOh yes sweetie, it
-(TM)s very  -œyou. -

   I couldn -(TM)t take my eyes off her stomach, at the slope leading down
to her pussy.  I could see the fine red hairs off her abdomen in the
sunlight.  She was having an effect on me, and she knew it.  My crotch was
wet now, with the exposure and all these people around.

   Yet I was frozen to the spot.

   Carrie was wearing a very skimpy string bikini, which left nothing to
the imagination.  Looking nervously at the pool, I grabbed Carries -(TM)
arm and squeezed.   -œYou -(TM)ve go to get me something to cover up with
Carrie, I -(TM)m going to get in big trouble!" I gripped her arm with both
my hands, feeling a little frantic.

   Carrie leaned in close, whispering in my ear,  -œSweetie, if we just
walk slowly like everything -(TM)s cool there won -(TM)t be a problem,
okay? Here, take Alicia -(TM)s purse and hold it to your side, and press
close to me, then no one can see your tits poking out the sides, they
-(TM)re not big enough to.  They -(TM)ll think you -(TM)re wearing a
bikini. -

   "No, but I have long nipples," I thought defensively, but said nothing.

   Alicia entered through the gates first, followed by Carrie and I.  We
moved almost side by side, Alicia in front, but to anyone who happened to
notice I was definitely naked.  And scanning the pool area where Lisa and
some of my classmates were, they knew it for sure!  Lisa!

   Lisa, her friends and others were looking at us, and many were either
smiling or laughing.  A few girls pointed.  A few whistles punctuated the
air, but no one else seemed to notice.

    -œOkay now, follow my lead, - Carrie whispered.

   The guy lifeguard had an Ipod plugged into his ear.  He wasn -(TM)t
watching sh*t!  But the female guard, she was watching us.  I couldn -(TM)t
see behind her sunglasses but her head was aimed right at me, smiling.  
-œUh oh, I thought, here -(TM)s trouble. -

   Down she came, off her perch, and headed towards us.   -œExcuse me Miss!
Miss, please, ladies, stop there please! -

   Carrie and I stopped, but Alicia kept walking, ignoring the woman, and
leaving me exposed to her!  Now the woman could see me naked, all of me! 
And Alicia walked right past her!

   This lady didn -(TM)t even look over twenty, and she looked pretty hot
too, with a visor cap and pink two-piece suit.  Her tan was well developed.
She was hot, and I found myself comparing my white, underdeveloped body to
hers.

   She looked me over, slowly, from the top of my head, stopping at my
eyes, then my chest, and she leaned in even closer!

   Inspecting my crotch, her eyes widened but she said nothing.

    -œHey, are -(TM)nt little kids supposed to use the kiddies pool! -
Lisa shouted at the top of her lungs at us, now that got the attention I
didn -(TM)t want.

   Everywhere I looked, people were staring at me.  I couldn -(TM)t
understand why some girls were giving me dirty looks.  The guys were pretty
predictable, grinning, leering, and cheering.

   But the women, some looked stunned, and angry, but a few were smiling at
me.  I knew they were looking at my body, which still looked fifteen.  I
didn -(TM)t know whether to run away or just sit down on the deck.  My legs
felt like sitting,like water, and I was blushing so hard I felt like I had
a fever!

   Just about everyone was staring, as the lifeguard took in the situation.


   Carrie broke the silence,  -œWe were heading towards the shower, I mean,
before we go swimming, ya know?  This is my younger sister, Erica. -

   My sister!  What?  Why is it every time wind up getting stripped I
-(TM)m everyone -(TM)s sister, little sister or younger sister?  I was
shaken out of my thoughts as the pretty guard spoke to me.

    -œJeez kid, you okay? - She looked amused and confused at the same
time.

    -œI think I -(TM)ll escort you two to the shower first, then you better
get over to the kiddie pool.

   "You -(TM)re a little old to be running around here naked," she said,
while ogling my tits, and hairless pussy.

   I was instantly relieved, thinking now she -(TM)d kick us out of here
and end this ordeal, but no.

    -œBut as long as your sister -(TM)s with you, you should be alright
here. - She said, raising her eyebrow, smiling.

   Carrie looked at me and I her, she made a kissing noise at me.

   Carrie took my arm, guiding me to the showers, dead ahead, following the
guards -(TM) lead.

   I stumbled along, with Carrie still kind of shielding me from the side.
I knew it was hopeless at that point.  Here I am, naked in front of
everyone in this pool.

   All this attention to my body was making me excited.  My clit was
swelled up to the point it was poking out again, no doubt what the
life-guard had been studying.



   Part 13

   A young couple had wandered by, the boy blurting out ,  -œWow!  wow Wow!
That girl is naked! - The girl stared me down, giving me dirty looks. 
After slugging him in the arm, she pushed him ahead, both moving away.

   By now most of the people in the pool, the men, women, and the families,
had stopped what they were doing to stare at me, the naked girl.  I was so
embarrassed so bad I was gonna pee my pants, if I was wearing any, that is.
But my feet hurt.  And I was tingling from my nipples to my clit.

   Something tickled my inner thigh.  I stopped to glance down and there
was a small sticky pearl running down my leg.

   Carrie followed my gaze, and at that moment reached around and put her
finger in it!  She brought her finger to her nose, sniffing  -œMmm sweet
Erica, this IS sweet, at least you -(TM)re clean inside huh? -

   She proceeded to burst out laughing.   -œC -(TM)mon Erica, I know you
love it, you say you don -(TM)t, but then explain this, - Then stuck her
finger in MY nose so I smelled it!  I was more confused in my embarrassment
than ever!  By her!

    -œOh good grief Carrie, In front of all these people?  Please, I need
to get to that shower. -

   My face was hot, with excitement, or shame, I don -(TM)t know.  I didn
-(TM)t have time to dwell on any of that, cause here came Lisa.

   As Lisa and her friends moved toward us, I noticed a door on the side of
the building that opened up to the pool from the managers -(TM) office.

   Funny I hadn -(TM)t noticed that before.  Maybe cause I didn -(TM)t see
anywhere to hide over there.  There was simply too much going on at once,
especially with my body!

   That -(TM)s why the Managers -(TM) office was so close to the double
doors, I imagined.  Karen had a perfect view of everything.  Including me,
and the commotion I was causing.

   Carrie could -(TM)nt have been more proud of me.  The way she had her
arm around me with her elbow pressed in my back made my tits poke out more
than they normally would be.

   She guided me towards our goal, with Alicia in the lead.  Carrie seemed
to be parading me around!  I was confused.

    -œCarrie look!  Over there, at the door! - I pointed.

    -œKaren?  Oh yeah, Karen, the mall chick, yeah, where? - She turned
her head.I saw others at the door too.  A lot of others, smartly dressed
people in suits!  And they were coming out too!

   At just that moment, some idiot did a cannonball, splashing Alicia,
soaking her.  She took off at a sprint, leaving me naked for everyone ahead
of us to ogle.  And for some reason, I grew hornier, so horny it hurt,
almost.

   I bolted towards the nearest cover, the showers.  Carrie was right
behind me.

   There was a small divider between the two stalls, and I ducked inside.
About that time hot pokers were being driven into the soles of my feet.  My
legs gave out and I started to slide down off the wall.

    -œAh!  Ah!  Carrie, my feet! - I nearly cried.

   Carrie had helped me sit down, so I didn -(TM)t really fall down.  But
my feet were literally on fire now.  The pain had knocked me on my butt.

   The pretty guard returned, looked me over, her mouth a round  -œO. -
She seemed frozen in place.  I realized why.  I -(TM)d held my pee in so
long I didn -(TM)t feel it start.  I was frantic, not wanting anyone to see
this very intimate act, especially boys, or anyone else really.

   I could hold it no longer, and out it gushed, a hot yellow stream in
nearly a straight line.  I had to go so bad it bounced off the wall and
pooled at my feet, making them burn even worse!

   Carrie allowed me to get my business done without trouble.  I finished.
Seeing the faces of total strangers watching me do my most intimate
business was too much, I started crying.

   I -(TM)d finally reached that point.

    -œErica, it -(TM)s okay sweetie, really, it is.  It -(TM)s okay
sweetie, - Carrie just held me as I sobbed, hugging my back, arms wrapped
around my neck, her head next to mine.  She left my breasts alone.  In
fact, her arms covered them.

   The onlookers didn -(TM)t seem to mind the show, or me crying either. 
Someone put their big toe in the crack of my butt.

   The girls gave me curious looks, but the boys!  They were pointing and
laughing at me.  A very large crowd surrounded me in the shower stall.  I
just wanted to crawl up inside myself, they all saw me pee!  I was utterly
humiliated.

   Lisa and her crowd made their appearance, standing tall over everyone.
Lisa had a commanding presence, that -(TM)s a fact, as did her cheerleader
friends.

   She was stunning.



   Part 14

   She took everything in at a glance, then loudly yelled to everyone, 
-œIt's not polite to stare, get away from her!  Right now, -

   Noone seemed to notice or care.

   Lisa shouted at everyone, and sounded pissed off!   -œStart walking! 
Okay?  Give her some room everyone, shit, get a life! -

   Lisa stood seemingly on guard, ready to kick ass, with her friends
beside and behind her.

   I couldn -(TM)t believe what was coming out of Lisa -(TM)s mouth!  She
sounded like she was defending me.  Maybe it was okay for her and her
friends to f*ck with me but noone else.  Odd of her, but I was grateful for
the break.  Everyone staring at my pussy and tits was getting real old.

   Carrie looked at her, and Lisa nodded.  Alicia wandered back, next to
the lifeguard chick, dripping water.

   The crowd now became smaller, most everyone walked away grinning, some
shaking their heads, others just laughing.  Some guys and girls were
actually somber.

   The pretty guard stood to one side of the open shower and Alicia on the
other.  With Carrie still at my back I was able to draw my legs up to my
chest, leaving my pussy to get some air.

   Carrie then stood and whispered something to Lisa.  I looked up over my
shoulder and saw Lisa nod.

    -œI dunno Carrie, - Lisa drawled,  -I think she -(TM)s horny is all.
- They both looked at me critically.  Alicia squatted down and kissed me
on the cheek.  I guess she knew I was upset.  She should, I -(TM)d been
crying a river.

   Alicia reached around the wall and turned the water on, but cool water,
not hot.  The cool water on my feet was very soothing.

    -œNow let -(TM)s get you cleaned up, k?" Carrie began by kneeling
down,"C -(TM)mon sweetie. - Carrie cooed.  She took my hand and helped me
stand, cool clear water running little rivers between my tits.  I was too
scared to be horny at this point.  Excited?  Maybe.  I guess so!  I'd been
getting wet drool down my legs earlier.  There were a lot of people here!

   The water found its way over my slit, and the hood was beginning to
grow, despite my embarassment.

   Carrie handed me a little hotel-sized bar of soap.

    -œI don -(TM)t have any shampoo, but once we get you cleaned up, you
can have a big towel and shampoo in the room.  What -(TM)s wrong with you,
why are you standing like that?"

   I must have been rocking back and forth on my feet.

   "Sit down then Sweetie, lets get you cleaned up, I -(TM)ll help. -
Carrie moved to steady me, since I was getting wobbly.

   I didn -(TM)t realize it, but what Lisa probably thought was me being
horny and walking funny was this!  Because my feet were hot, not only that,
they were on fire, and I was moving side to side to protect them, sorta
without thinking about it.

    -œHere sweetie, - she gave me a little hand towel, and with both her
hands under my armpits, helped me to a sitting position.  She -(TM)d then
laid the towel down in a neat square for my ass-cheeks to rest on.

    -œSweetie, I'm going to wash your back, and some of your front too, ok?
Let me see your feet, k?  C -(TM)mon, don -(TM)t be shy Erica, I -(TM)ve
seen you naked so many times, yes, with your little pussy open too, lets
see. - She chided, like I was a little kid in the tub.

   She moved my legs apart, leaning in and looking between them while
rubbing soap onto my back.  Slowly, the dirt was coming off in little
rivers down between my breasts, and through the crack in my pussy.

   The sensation of cool water against the hot sun was fantastic, I had
goose bumps, and my pussy-lips were swelling at Carries touch.  She had
washed most of the dirt off by that time then moved to my feet.

   She grabbed a foot as if to massage it then cupped the bottom of my left
foot, at which I let out a yelp, it hurt like nothing I ever felt before.

   "Ahhh, there you go Erica, now just relax a sec." She wasn -(TM)t
smiling though, and made a motion for Alicia and Lisa to come here, The
lifeguard was right behind them.

   Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Karen was heading out the
managers' door!

   I was getting chills, but it felt wrong, and not the good kind. 
Sunburn? A little maybe.  My feet still hurt.

    -œWe need to get her to a room, now Lisa, right now! - Carrie wasn
-(TM)t smiling.  She looked concerned, maybe frantic.

   Lisa reached down and scooped me up like I was a paperweight.  One Arm
under my neck, the other under both my legs.  I got a mental image of the
sight I was giving everyone.  My tits, butt hole and slit out for everyone
to see.

   But that was nothing to what I saw coming out of Karens -(TM) doors, I
nearly flipped out!  I choked!  I was mortified!

   Out the Managers -(TM) door and onto the pool deck came Karen, followed
by a Television camera crew!  Oh My GOD!

   Sure enough, there was the Anchor from the Channel Seven news!



   Part 15

   I asked the TV Lady in a small voice,  -œPlease, take that camera away.
Alicia, make them leave me alone, please? -

   Lisa gave the cameraman a dirty look, angrily stopping to face the crew,
exposing my butt and slit to the cameraman in the process.

   Could I get any more embarrassed than I was now?

   Lisa, of all people, had told her to  -~get the f*ck away and leave her
alone, -(TM) while heading away from the crowds -(TM) laughing and
pointing.

   She moved towards the exit gates past the spa, with a lot of people
following behind, probably waiting to see what was next.

   I -(TM)d never viewed Lisa as someone to stick up for me, quite the
opposite!

   And Lisa jumped right in HER face, CameraLadys.  I guess her bossiness
has no boundaries.

   Couples were passing us, I was sure, to get a good look at  -(TM)the
naked girl -(TM) on our way to the gates.

   Seeing the looks of pure horror on the older fat ladies, and glee on
their equally fat partners made me want to laugh.

   Almost, if my ass hadn -(TM)t been on display for everyone to see.

   Here I was like, my bottom hole was exposed to everyone here!  So was my
slit!

   I was trying my best to shrink into Lisa -(TM)s chest, but couldn -(TM)t
get any smaller.

   At least my tits weren -(TM)t poking on Lisa -(TM)s.  They were barely
visible to everyone here too.

   Lisa, God, she was strong!

   Lisa shouted  -œCarrie, move these f*king people out of the way.  Make
way, goddamit!  Coming through! -

   We -(TM)d finally made it past the people at the pool, the Network Lady
close behind us, babbling something or other at the cameraman.

   Lisa walked with me still cradled in her arms.  Carrie, Karen and Lisa
were right behind us.  We were heading to the room Alicia had for us, I
guessed.

   With my legs bouncing up and down with each step Lisa took, so also was
the pressure building in my clit.

   I was leaking.  White glistening strings of pearly white were leaking
down into my butt like string cheese, and I could feel it, some finding its
way onto Lisa -(TM)s bikinied pelvis.

    -œEew ...  Erica, can -(TM)t you do anything, get sick even, without
getting horny?  Yuck. -

   My butt-cheek was slapping at her side as she walked.  It must be
dripping off the bottom on her.

   Lisa seemed totally disgusted, like she -(TM)d seen a maggot.

   Angry, Lisa bellowed, - Alicia, where the hell is your room at, and it
better be close! -

   Alicia had stopped in front of a room.  Fumbling around for her door
key.

   Making exaggerated sighs, Lisa growled,  -Yoo-Hoo!  Alicia, open the
damned DOOR!  This girl IS heavy! -

   I stayed silent, and horny, though it all, wondering what the fuss was
really about.

   I wasn -(TM)t sick, didn -(TM)t have a fever, and I wasn -(TM)t in pain
of any kind, minus some sunburn.

   My feet didn -(TM)t hurt, even though I -(TM)d peed on them.

   Lisa -(TM)s kindness ended abruptly when we entered the room.  She
dumped me on the twin bed like a sack of potatoes, stood back and said, 
-œPrincess Erica, did you like being the star of that little TV show? -

   An evil smile crept to her face, she couldn -(TM)t have planned
something like this, so well was the outcome.

   She stared at me, hands on her hips, looking all-imperial like,  -œWell?
Did ya? -

   I blurted out, - No!  I didn -(TM)t Lisa! - as the others filed in
beside the bed, staring at me, naked.

   Her eyes narrowed, making a face,  -œWell, you wouldn -(TM)t know it by
your sloppy pussy, like yuck, I have a party to be at, - and she left out
the door without a backwards glance, slamming the door.



   Part 16

   I was on TV!  Or was going to be.  I began to sob, thinking of my
parents watching that, worrying about me being raped or something.  Or my
Grandma, I know she watches the news!

   Carrie stroked my hair and arm, trying to calm me, as I -(TM)d begun
crying AND sobbing.

   Lifeguard chick just stood there ogling, eyes wide, lips half open, arms
crossed.  Maybe she was waiting for a bus, I thought sarcastically.

   Getting her eyes full of my bald pussy and tits, that -(TM)s for sure. I
turned away.

   Lifeguard Chick said quietly,  -œKaren, Alicia, look at her feet, - she
sounded worried.

    -œNot the tops Alicia!  DUH!  The bottoms of her feet, shit! - she
rolled her eyes.

   Alicia bent over and examined the soles of my feet,  -Oh GAWD, OOOOOo!
GRRRROs!  Karen!  Look.  Like gross! -

   Karen pointed at my feet, putting her forefinger to her lips,  -œShh,
shut up - she mouthed, looking very angry, but I caught it.   -œGimme yer
radio Karen, please. -

   Lifeguard Chick then spoke into Karen -(TM)s -(TM) little radio I -(TM)d
seen on the man looking fat lady at the front desk.

   Lady lifeguard then bent to speak to me, - Well, - she drawled,  -œit
doesn -(TM)t look too bad.  I -(TM)ve had blisters on my feet worse than
that. -

   So that was it!  Is that all?  My hairless pussy and tits being stared
at were more of a worry to me than a few blisters.

   Crap!  There were Women looking at my pussy!  My little tits!  Comparing
my body to theirs?  Who knows?

   I was so ashamed at being studied like a bug in an ant-farm.  Especially
having my  -~sometimes -(TM) gaping examined by them right now!

   Speaking to the rest of the crowd standing around staring, Lifeguard
Chick said,  -œShe -(TM)ll be fine.  But they, the blisters are broken, we
-(TM)ll need to get them cleaned up. -

   She looked up at Karen, who -(TM)d been real quiet so far.   -œDon
-(TM)t worry, - Lifeguard chick said,  -œYou aint gonna get sued. -

   There was a knock at the door,  -œHalloo, - A mans voice.   -œHalloo,
Miss?  Karen?  Can I come in? -

   More eyes I thought glumly.  I -(TM)d have covered myself but Carries
-(TM) stroking felt so good I was nearly calmed down.

    -œWell, - Carrie said,  -œLets get some wet towels on her shoulders at
least, Alicia? -

   She did just that.  Carrie hadn -(TM)t felt necessary to cover my naked
pussy.  Somehow.

   So there I lay, smelling like sex, sweat and a hint of pee, with my
friends in the same room.

   Yet I was the only one naked.  Now some guy was here too!  Somehow I
felt smaller than them.

   Karen opened the door, letting the daylight in the darkened room.

   I saw a small crowd at the door, onlookers, wondering why an EMT would
be banging on my door, who flopped, or whatever.

   Karen introduced him,  -Erica, this is Giles, he -(TM)s our Resident
EMT, and said he -(TM)d take a look at you, ok?  IF he says you gotta to to
ER, then you gotta go, okay? -

   Fine, fine, good, I thought.  What are more eyes to me?  I felt so
small.

   This Giles couldn -(TM)t take his eyes off my bald pussy.  Maybe
wondering how old I was probably, with such little tits and neatly shaved
puss.

   He probably thought I was younger.  No wonder his eyes were popping out
of his ugly head.

    -œHi there Erica, are you in pain now? - Now that he mentioned it, my
feet were beginning to throb a bit.  I nodded yes.

    -œWell then, - he continued,  -they look swollen, you there, and you,
take a pillow and put one under each foot, elevating them, - he said,
gesturing to Karen and Lifeguard chick.

   Karen smiled, putting one pillow on one side of the twin bed and
Lifeguard Chick put one on the other, cupping each foot in it -(TM)s
feathery down pillows.

   They felt exquisite, I didn -(TM)t know feet being handled could feel so
erotic, because the cool air flowing on my now spread pink parts, was wet.

    -œOh God, - I thought, what if they can see my actual hole?  They
-(TM)ll know I'm horny! - Being the focus of so many people!

   Plus Carrie was petting my hair, neck, and breasts, tracing circles
around my aureoles.  Of course, my nipples were fully out, pointing at the
ceiling.

   They -(TM)d been wrinkled up darned near all day, from the different
sensations.  The sun, touching, cold, and excitement, all good and bad, and
now Carrie was making them totally erect again!  They were pink to red. 
And all these eyes on my open pussy!

   Then for some reason, my Grandma -(TM)s wrinkled face watching her TV
flashed by my thoughts.

    -œOh God!  What -(TM)s going on! - I panicked.  I came up for air, a
reality check.

   Karen and my new friends just grabbed each leg and my arms to prevent me
from thrashing around.

   Carrie licked her fore-finger cooing, - It -(TM)s okay Erica, it -(TM)s
okay, - then putting her whole hand on my breasts, rubbing, lightly
kneading what I had.

    -œHey stupid, - Carrie said to the dumb looking EMT, who was in awe at
the sight of my damp slit in motion.

    -œHer problem is her feet, not her pussy, get cracking, - she
commanded.

    -œThere there Sweetie, everything -(TM)s gonna be okay.  Don -(TM)t be
scared Erica, I'm here, okay? - Like I was 12 years old.

   Her left arm was still caressing my tits, one at a time, and the other
held my right arm in her lap.

   I was staring up at her softest of spots, between her breasts and her
armpit.  So pale, so white, I could see little blue veins heading upwards
towards her chest.

   I was getting wet for real now.



   Part 17

   The small group stood about the bed, wondering what was coming next.  I
was sure by following their gaze they were waiting for my clit to pop out,
those that knew how big mine was.

   As it was now, I knew my little happy button was ready to make an
appearance, if my tits, hair stroking and weird foot massage kept up like
this!

    -œOh yes, of course.  Her feet, - Giles stammered, looking flushed. 
The creep was getting his eyes full.  All I had to cover up with was wet
towels on my shoulders.

    -œOh well, Uhm Hm.  Just a moment, - he said, producing a big med kit
from behind him.  He took a towel, lifting each of my feet and put a small
wash towel under them.  Swabbing it with beta-dine made them feel warm, my
feet!  Heavenly!

    -œOkay kid, first we gotta clean it, then I -(TM)ll lance the ones that
aren -(TM)t broken, then you -(TM)ll be good to go, ok?  You wont feel a
thing, I promise. -

   My eyes were big, lance them?  In my mind I saw a huge lance from the
middle ages being poked into the soles of my feet!

    -œWhat!, no way! - I tried to prop up on my elbows, tensing my belly
muscles, and making my love bud leave its cozy, wet home, its hood!

   Karen and Carrie spoke as one,  -œYes way! -

   Carrie grabbed my chin, a little hard to get my attention, I guess.

   She went on, explaining,  -œErica, it -(TM)s the only way you -(TM)re
going to speak tonight, then we -(TM)ll get you a wheelchair, - she
smiled.

   The Giles guy leaned into my feet and did something I couldn -(TM)t feel
to my feet.  I squirmed.

   Alicia piped in,  -œIf this don -(TM)t get fixed Erica, they -(TM)ll
call your parents, who will call my parents, and we -(TM)ll both be
screwed! They -(TM)ll NEVER trust us to go to College together! - she was
near tears, I thought, maybe of losing her credit card, though.  Where did
THAT come from?

   I was ashamed immediately at that.  These were my friends, who only
wanted the best for me.  Here I was, being treated like a Queen, even
though I was hurt, and naked.

   And all I wanted to do was get my cookies off right there, in front of
them.  Well, not that, but I needed to release that pressure.  The tickling
was driving me nuts, so were my nipples.  I desperately wanted to squeeze
and pinch them.

   With Carrie nearby, I thought guiltily, it -(TM)d only take a pull to
slip off and release her top.

   I was ashamed once more!  My pussy and the electrical current were
tickling me from my nipples to my clit.

   Was that taking over everything??  I gave up thinking.

   I was getting the royal treatment, but was blushing at being the only
one naked in the room.  Noone else was going to get naked in here, that
-(TM)s for sure!

    -œUhm, Carrie, - I -(TM)d begun to moan a little, - Can I get
something to cover my crotch, please? -

   She -(TM)d stopped stroking my tits for a second, leaned over and licked
my earlobe,  -œOh, not yet Kitten, the fool, er..the guy here aint finished
with your exam, I mean, what if your little kitty-cat down there got
sunburned, or blistered, - she was teasing my whole ear now.

   I twisted on the bed at the sensation of her tongue-tip in my ear,
pushing out the first pearl of Woman-cum at this new humiliation.

   Well, I knew I should be ashamed, but here I was, naked, helpless, with
several sets of eyes on me.  Eyes that now knew my most intimate regions,
my anus even!  My God!

   How could I be ashamed if I was leaking juice?  I was totally confused,
so I let Carrie take over her ministrations, for the moment.

   She seemed to know what this was all about, and that -(TM)s better.  I
settled down and lay still in the bed, softly moaning.

   They could count my shaving bumps, they were so close to me, that is, if
I had any.

    -œThere, done, a little betadine now, - he said, washing that over my
entire feet.  It felt warm.  He then wiped it off leaving a red smear on my
feet.  My feet were orange now!  I was giggling at the massage.

    -œAhh, you like that do ya?  Our little patient here is feeling better.
Karen, could you call the Restaurant and see if we can get some food here?
Little Miss here needs some food, soon. -

    -œAlicia, - Karen asked,  -œWould you mind terribly? -

    -œAh I -(TM)ll go, sure, - Alicia smiled,  -œThis is almost done
anyway, c-ya soon Erica, enjoy! - she smiled, seeming unaffected by my
predicament.  Was she my friend?  Yes.  She was weird though, sometimes.

   Lady Lifeguard piped up, she -(TM)d seen enough of my petite body too, I
guess, and was about to follow Alicia back to the pool.

    -œI -(TM)ve got work to do Karen, - she explained, - We all done
here? - she met Karen -(TM)s eyes.  Karen had a strange look on her face,
almost sexual.  Her lips were fuller and darker.  She was blushing!

    -œAh, a country not heard from, yeah, go ahead, - she said, and the
Lifeguard followed Alicia out.

    -œOkay, Carrie is it? - Dufus Giles said,  -œPlease turn our little
patients head, I don -(TM)t want her to see this, okay?  Good. -

   ---------------------------------------------------

   Carrie moved my head towards her lap, as she was sitting sideways on the
bed, my arm still over her lap.  I caught a faint whiff of her sex.  She
must -(TM)ve been getting off on me, for some reason I hadn -(TM)t figured
out yet.

   He took a large disposable towelette then put it right on my slit!  He
then began wiping my slit front to bottom!  Like he was wiping a baby
-(TM)s ass!  The F*CKER!  OhMyGOD!  THAT was freaking COLD!

   My eyes got big, and my back arched way up.

   Carrie laughed out loud!  She was still giggling at me, like I was the
funniest thing on the planet.

    -œOh my God Erica, Haha!  You should have seen your face when he put
his hand on your pussy!  Hahaha OMG!  You -(TM)re Priceless.  You -(TM)re
so damned adorable.  You weren -(TM)t expecting that were you Sweetie!? -
She smiled down at me.

    -œNO! - I croaked, I was actually thinking about my pussy and how it
felt before this fool ruined it.

    -œIt felt real damned cold Carrie! -

   Mood ruined, I yelled at the idiot,  -œStop that, you, stop that right
now! -

   I was wounded!  Not this Dufus!  F*cker ruined my sex buzz too!  The
prick!  Well, it felt like a buzz.  He nearly put that towelette in my
asshole!

   Carrie must have been reading me,  -œThere there now, let the man finish
Erica, and then we -(TM)ll have a few moments alone, okay? - She began
stroking my face, cheek, and hair again.

   Carrie turned on Dufus Giles too,  -œHurry up dammit!  We aint got all
day here, ya know? -

    -œJust a minute kids, - Dufus Giles grumbled, putting his emphasis on
-œkids. -

    -œAlmost done, Crap, let me wrap  -~em for ya, stay still! - He
replied frowning, looking wounded at my outburst.

    -œKaren, - he said to the older Woman,  -œGive me a hand, I -(TM)ll
wrap one and you wrap the other. -

   Karen unrolled a long wide gauze strip, and followed Giles -(TM) lead,
wrapping in long slow motions, slowly covering each foot in gauze.

   All was finished, I guess, as I looked up to Carrie -(TM)s face.  Karen
sat on the other side of the bed now, taking my left arm and stroking it.

   I looked into Carries eyes, and she was mesmerized by the moment.  She
leaned in for a kiss,  -œI'm so sorry about all this Erica, I mean before,
at the pool, I had no idea you were hurting, - she whispered, tears in her
eyes.

   We kissed, just a light one on the lips, and a flick of her tongue-tip.
My clit poked immediately out now, all the way, and Karen -(TM)s -(TM) eyes
got large.  She stretched her arm out, forefinger ready to touch it. -

   The room went silent.  Even Dufus Giles stopped to watch.

   Karen, who -(TM)d had enough of this Giles, told him,  -œLadies only,
Giles, you -(TM)ve seen enough teen pussy for one day.  Goodbye. - She
pointed at the door.

   He took his sweet-assed time to gather his stuff, while keeping a
watchful eye on my spread thighs and open sex.

    -œOkay Geek, get out now.  Enough show for you, - Lisa growled.

   He left quickly after that, muttering to himself,  -œYou -(TM)re welcome
Giles, - slamming the door behind him.

   That Dumb-ass Giles has probably never seen a naked woman, much less a
teenage one, - Carrie joked to Karen.

   Karen nodded in agreement, smiling at the thought of the stupid, ogling
and predictable man.

   Together they went to work on me, Carrie and Karen both!  I received a
slow, erotic massage, front and back.  It was soooo delicious feeling.

   I didn -(TM)t know what I -(TM)d done to earn this, but I wasn -(TM)t
complaining.

   I dozed off somewhere after the EMT guy left and the sensual massage.  A
tray of cold sandwiches was left beside the end table along with a warm
beer.

   I was alone, and covered by a sheet.  As I sat up, I noticed there were
two robes hanging by the tub/shower enclosure, which I desperately wanted
to use.  I reeked.

   And it was dark outside.



   Part 19  -" End

   The small group of women, along with me, reached the large room where
dinner was being held.

   Everyone I'd met today was here, too, except the Nurse guy.

   The women staff I'd met in the hallway, food service staffers I guessed,
were busy doing make-work stuff while waiting for dinner to be brought from
the kitchen.

   A soundstage had been setup for the dancing afterwards, complete with
disco-ball, spotlights and lasers.

   From the ceiling hung multi-colored streamers in the center of the room.
Right now under all this silliness were long tables waiting for food and
drinks, punchbowl and all.

   Big round tables for five had been arranged throughout the large area,
tablecloths complete with dinnerware and candles and students.

   The room was complete with the Senior Class students, waiting to hear
words of wisdom from the speaker.  Me!

   A small cadre represented the schools' Administration, all at their own
tables, separate from the students.

   Towards the rear center of the stage, this was where I was supposed to
speak at, a wooden podium below a small handicap ramp, complete with mike
and speaker.

   Carrie kept kneeling down while pushing me, licking my ear, and
caressing my neck with her tongue.

   "Oh God Carrie, please stop!!" I begged her, but my hand was working
furiously on my clit.

   I was getting close, the pressure was building, the dizziness giving way
to euphoria.  I began to writhe, moaning, sliding back and forth for real
on the wet wheelchair seat.

   The portly Superintendent of Schools broke my reverie.

   "Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the Senior Class Speaker this
Evening!"

   "Erica..Uhhh..Erica...uhmhm..Miss..uh, please step up to the podium!"

   Carrie and Alicia burst out laughing, while Lisa just sat at one of the
tables, sneering at this old fool, who didn't know a damned thing about
anything.

   One of the Science Club girls moved towards the podium, whispering
something in his lard-butt-ear.

   The Principle continued, fumbling around on the podium.  The Nerd Girl
returned to her seat.

   "Oh yes, of course, will someone please assist the Speaker to the
Podium," then continued, "I'm sure the Class is grateful to this courageous
young Lady, I understand she was in an accident today, and deserves our
respect." At this I heard outright laughter, from guys but many more girls.


   I blushed furiously, thinking of those laughing, each and every one of
them making noises and catcalls had seen me naked at some time or another
in high school.

   Or even today!  The memory of my slit being displayed again made me
shiver, yet it felt good!

   He stood away then, stumbling back down the handicapped ramp.  Then
recovering his balance, he stood next to it, clapping.

   Amid tittering and whispers, I heard a few insults and snickering,
especially from the Pep Club tables. ...in jocks.

   This time Alicia, acting all sweet like, got behind me and whispered
sweetly in my ear, "Keep it short sweetie, I wanna party soon, okay?"
followed by some giggling.  "You may want to have both hands showing, you
naughty girl you."

   I was too horny at the moment to pay attention.  The nervousness and
being excited was like being drunk.

   I quickly stopped the slit rubbing I'd been doing, bringing both hands
to the armrests as we moved.  The robe covered just enough, but without it
being actually on.

   I was sure people could see the soft skin on my sides, from my armpit to
my thigh, and know I was naked.

   I wished I'd masturbated before coming to this thing, but I didn't have
any choice.  MY choices always seemed to be made for me, by my friends.

   I was wheeled up the ramp slowly, amid light applause from the room. 
The nerds no doubt.

   Alicia seemed to have trouble pushing the heavy chair and my body
weight. Struggling, we made it to the small platform, then rested the chair
on the podium platform.  I set the little brake handles.

   I looked over the room from my seated position.  There sure were a lot
of eyes on me.  I caught Lisa and Carrie both looking at me intensely.  I
saw no signs of anything in their faces, nothing bad anyway.

   God, I was naked before them all!  Almost!  I was sloppy wet, and
sticking to the damned seat.  Alicia stood in front of me as the crowd
waited silently, waiting for me to begin.

   She was fussing with the robe, making sure I was covered up.  She sort
of tucked me in, stuffing the robe into my sides.

   After adjusting the robe, Alicia grabbed the microphone stand, adjusting
it down to chair height.  I heard something else going on but ignored it.

   She bent down behind me, moved around the wheel, giving me a kiss on the
forehead, whispering "Good Luck Erica."

   Smiling an angels' smile she left.

   I straightened up in the chair, feet pressing on the stirrups.  Alicia
trotted merrily off the stage to sit beside Lisa.

   They appeared intense like they were watching a movie, at the
suspenseful part.  I was already nervous.  I wish they'd stop staring at
me!

   I kept my eyes focused on my friends, trying to keep my mind off my
pussy, and the intense need to release.

   I cleared my throat,"I..uhm..I'm glad I was chosen to ah..speak..here
tonight.  Uhm...thanks to Henry for giving me this honor." There were a few
half-hearted claps in the now attentive audience.  I didn't dare look to
see what I was showing, or hiding.

   Turning my head side to side, slowly, very slowly I scanned the tables,
one by one.  Yes, I thought, all eyes were on me.  Ohmygod, I can't think
of anything to say!

   I shuffled in my chair, adjusting my position.

   I heard creaking from the chair.  Slowly, it began to move backwards. 
Alicia!  Ohmygod!  The brakes!

   I began rolling backwards, imperceptibly at first, then quicker.  I felt
something tug sideways on the robe!

   "Ohmygod!" I shrieked out loud into the mike.

   Pressing my feet in the stirrups hard made the chair move back quicker.

   The mood of the room had changed.  I heard female giggling and outright
laughing from the room.

   I saw only big eyes and hands in front of mouths, And expressions of awe
and shock from adults and schoolmates alike!

   The belt from the robe had become caught in the spokes!  And the belt
loop in the robe was literally pulling it off my body!  I tried to clutch
the robe tight!

   As the wheels rolled back, it was pulling my belt and robe off my side!
As the chair kept going, I jumped away from my stirrups from panic or
reflex, I tried to stand!  My erect nipples were showing!

   Everyone could see them!  Everyone!

   Naked from the waist up, I jumped, and the chair went out from behind
me, taking the robe with it.

   My hands covered my tits immediately.  My face was a mask of shock.

   My face was hot and belly hollow with fear, but my clit was exposed, and
out for all to see.  And it said otherwise.  I was drenched, and everyone
knew it!  The damned spotlight!

   It must have been being naked in front of the crowd or something.  I
shouldn't have been playing with my clit!

   A hush went over the room.  I didn't wait around to see everyone's looks
of surprise.  Seeing the Principles' look of pure horror and open mouth,
and spotting Carrie and Lisa's expressions of pure glee told me enough. 
"Run!"

   And run I did, feet forgotten, bandages trailing behind my orange feet.
I'd been seen naked before, but this!  I was on fire, I was so embarrassed,
and excited beyond words!  I was sure I was dribbling cum behind.

   I found the nearest double doors, leaving riotous laughter behind me.  I
burst through them.

   I found myself in another large meeting hall, and this time, it was not
empty!  These two rooms had been cut in half!  Separated by a long
partition curtain.

   In long rows of wide chairs resembling pews, I noted at a glance the
large wooden cross on a small stage, with some nice looking man in front of
it.  He was wearing a suit, was about all I waited around to see.  This was
a Service!  He was a PASTOR!

   I ran down the front aisle, darting behind the stage, the only door I
could see to get out of here.

   This time shouts of anger and screams from gray & white haired people
followed behind me.  One woman fainted.

   I'd had enough of streaking, so through the doors I ran, around the
Hotel building rather than through the pool, making it to the parking area
outside of Alicia's room.

   I realized I didn't have a room key, but anywhere was better than inside
the Hotel.  I paused yet again to make sure I wasn't being followed.

   I heard a woman's voice calling me, "Erica?  Erica?  Is that you out
there sneaking around?"

   My God!  It was Katie!  Lifeguard Lady.  "Come on out Erica, I have your
room key dear."

   I crept towards her slowly, wary of tricks by my friends.

   "It's okay Honey, just in case, your friend Carrie gave it to me," she
smiled, taking my hand.

   "She said you were accident prone, but this!  You wound up naked! 
Again!"

   Blushing, I shyly nodded, exposing my pink parts were the least of my
worries at the moment.

   "Seems that happens a lot Erica?" she grinned.

   "I..I guess.." I stammered, not knowing what to say to this pretty
woman.

   Would it get better at College?  I thought silently.



   20  -" Graduation

   Well, the big day was finally here!  Four years of high school torture
were coming to a close, along with all the embarrassment and humiliation
and peer pressure that accompanies the usual, normal teenage anxiety.  I
suppose I did have some good times, some even pretty wild, but I sure was
glad to be moving on and I would hardly miss this rabble.

   My family pulled up to the front of the school, and I quickly jumped out
of the car.  I waved goodbye to my parents and stepbrother.  Now that I was
actually on the property, I was excited to get this event underway.  We had
done all the photographs and the whole bit earlier in the morning.  Now, as
my family drove off to find a decent parking spot, I hurried in my heels
into the building.  My cap and gown were nervously tucked under my arm.

   Our senior class was supposed to be divided into different homerooms to
make it more manageable to prepare for the ceremony.  I was directed to
room 103, where there would be teachers and monitors helping the students.
Clutching my things, I walked through the door and immediately saw my
friends waving to me from the back of the crowded room.  Alicia was there,
but so were Lisa and Carrie, who normally were not in my homeroom.  I guess
they had slipped in here, and no one really noticed or cared.  I hurried
over to join them.

    -œHi, Erica! - Alicia squealed joyfully.

    -œWhat are you wearing? - Lisa asked more soberly, even expressing
displeasure.

   I was dressed in a nice light blue, satiny dress.  It had thin straps at
my shoulders, and fit my slim figure kind of snugly.  Still, it was sleek
and comfortable, and the hem came down to just about my knee.  Of course I
also had a great pair of blue shoes that I especially picked out because
they went so well with the dress.  They didn -(TM)t have any straps or
buckles.

   Looking around at my three friends already attired in their flowing
graduation robes, I asked,  -œWhat -- what do you mean? -

    -œYou know, - Carrie teased with a charming smile.  I suddenly felt
very awkward and out of place as the only one without her gown on.  
-œRemember what we planned, Erica?  We even agreed that we were all going
to do it together -- -

    -œWe were drunk that night, - I replied.

   Alicia wore a petulant frown and pleaded at me with her big brown eyes.
-œBut we were all serious.  The four of us agreed to go through with this!
-

   My stomach turned in a knot of fear and excitement.  I intertwined my
fingers in front of my chest as I looked at each girl, one by one.  They
returned my gaze unflinching.

    -œYou mean, none of you are wearing anything beneath your gowns? - I
asked incredulously, even lowering my voice to a harsh whisper.

   Lisa glanced coolly at Alicia, and then at Carrie.  The bossy blonde
bitch tilted her head, imperiously, giving an unspoken command to one of my
friends.  It was Carrie who stepped forward, looking around to make sure
that no one else was paying any attention to us in the back of the room. 
Moving near me, she shyly began to lower the zipper on the front of her
gown.  It was a thin, delicate strip of material, very fragile.  Soon, she
was able to fold away a flap, enough to expose her body from her neckline
to her navel.

   Carrie -(TM)s bare breast stared back at me, with a very pink nipple
atop the areola!  My mouth must have hung open for a moment -- and the
strawberry blonde girl, feeling frisky, pulled aside the other flap.  Now
both her tits bounced in front of me.  I looked carefully, part of me
wishing she would unzip the gown all the way and show me everything.  But I
was convinced she was naked.  And then my friend quickly covered up again,
leaving me to wonder if I had really just been flashed!

    -œSo what -(TM)s it going to be? - Lisa demanded, more than asked.

   I felt my own nipples harden as I thought about the implication of the
whole suggestion.   -œI didn -(TM)t -- think you guys were serious -- all
three of you are nude, under those gowns? -

    -œExcept for our shoes, - Alicia giggled as she lifted the hem of the
burgundy material.

   For a moment, I thought she was going to raise her gown high enough to
show me her pussy.  But then she let the gown fall again, and folded her
arms expectantly.  I looked around, unsure of what to do.  My eyes searched
frantically the classroom, but the supervising adults were busy assisting
other students who needed their help.  A group of boys were goofing off in
the distance.  It was like nobody even cared what we were doing back here.

    -œBut I liked this dress, - I found myself whining.   -œI bought it
just for today -(TM)s occasion!  And now I -(TM)m supposed to leave it
behind? -

   Lisa took a purposeful step forward until she was towering over me,
making me tremble.   -œListen, little girl -- I -(TM)ve taken off all my
clothes, and I -(TM)m not about to show off my body to the entire school,
unless you join us! -

   I bit my lip as I looked up at the formidable blonde.  It was obvious
she had just had her nails and hair done, and she looked great.  The
mortarboard cap rested at an angle upon her coif of golden waves.  I
realized then, that I had never seen Lisa naked.  Here was a chance, for
once, for us to be equals.  As my eyes scanned down the length of her
figure, I found myself wondering how bare she really was, and even
anticipating such an unveiling.

   Alicia stepped to my side, and took my own cap and gown from my hands. I
hadn -(TM)t made any comment, but they could tell that the decision was
made.  I guess there was a certain look in my eye.  My skin began to
tingle.

    -œWhat -- here? - I still made one final protest.   -œYou want me to
get undressed right here? -

    -œSure, - Carrie laughed as she closed in on the other side, the girls
effectively forming a half-circle around me in the corner.   -œYou -(TM)re
small, Erica, and no one will see anything with us big girls blocking the
view! -

   Oh, those words made me feel like such a child -- even though I was only
hours away from my high school graduation.  But matters started to
accelerate when I pulled the straps of the dress off my shoulders, and then
Alicia reached out to tug the front all the way down to my belly button!  I
hadn -(TM)t been wearing a bra, and now my titties popped out free and
perky.  Taken by surprise, I gasped, with my hands stretched out at my
sides.

    -œSmall indeed, - Lisa scoffed.

    -œBut already at full attention, - Carrie pointed out, and emphasized
the comment by touching my elongated nipples.

    -œCan we just get this over with? - I asked, becoming very aroused as
I stood unseen in the back of a crowded classroom, naked to the waist.

   My friend Alicia obliged by continuing to tug at the dress around my
hips.  And here I thought she was supposed to be one of my body shields!  I
noticed the eyes of the other two girls following the descent of my
clothing, so I took that opportunity to cover my breasts -- a palm held
over each.  Alicia had lowered the material further down my legs, kind of
half bending and half crouching to do so, when she suddenly paused.

    -œLift your feet, Erica, - she said sweetly.

   I did so, but actually slipped my toes out of each heel.  Since it was
warm outside, I hadn -(TM)t put on any panty hose or stockings.  Now I
waited for what seemed like forever as Alicia pulled the satin dress off
the length of my slender legs.  Then my bare feet came to rest on the cool
tiles of the classroom floor.

    -œAre you ladies all right back there? - asked one of the female
teachers from the center of the room.

   Oh my gosh!  I was only wearing a brief pair of panties -- I pressed my
elbows together, hiding my bare tits.  Desperately I looked around, but
Alicia had put aside my gown where it was out of reach, along with my
discarded dress!

   Lisa then turned to face the teacher with hands on her hips, although
she still stood in front of me.   -œWe were just helping Erica straighten
her gown, but maybe you can come over here and check her out -- -

    -œNo, no! - I squeaked like a trapped mouse.   -œI -(TM)m fine -- I
-(TM)m almost ready! -

   The teacher replied,  -œWell hurry up, girls.  You need to begin lining
up for the procession in a few minutes. -

   And with that statement of worn-thin patience, she focused her attention
elsewhere.  I let out a sigh, even as Lisa turned around again with an evil
grin on her lips.  She was always out to embarrass me, it seemed, right up
until the end.  At least she was naked, too, I tried to remind myself.  But
somehow the blonde in her silken graduation robe stood with a grace and
confidence that made me feel less secure.

   Blocking my view from the side, Carrie reached out her hand and snapped
the elastic at my hip.   -œWe -(TM)re waiting, Erica. -

    -œI can do this myself, - I tried to sound brave.

   Truthfully, I was mixed with fear and the thrill of the stunt we were
about to pull off.  Also, I was getting kind of horny, and that is probably
what lent me the strength to follow through with my promise.  One last time
I looked around, and it seemed all was safe.  The other three girls
essentially formed a tight huddle before me.  I just hoped they didn -(TM)t
bolt once I had removed my underwear!  Despite this wild thought, I pushed
my thumbs into the waistband of the panties and started pulling them down.

   I took a deep breath, then in one decisive motion, I whisked the
delicate material to my toes and stepped out of them.  Picking them up, I
simply handed them to Alicia.  Carrie let out a piercing whistle.

   Oh my gosh, I was totally naked!  I brought my hands to my head
fretfully, knowing there was nothing I could do at this point.  I was so
nude and vulnerable.  My nips poked out proudly, and in all the excitement,
my shaven lips of pink had parted.  I kept reminding myself that my friends
were all naked, too, except I didn -(TM)t even have any shoes on; or my
robe either!  The sounds of the classroom suddenly swirled about me: the
rustle of papers and programs, shuffling feet, talking and laughing voices
-- and this all made me acutely aware that I wasn -(TM)t wearing stitch. 
There must have been fifty people in the room!

    -œUm, - I said shivering a little, and gradually brought one hand down
to cover my bald vulva.   -œCan I have my gown now? -

   Thankfully, Alicia was there with my robe already unfolded.  She helped
me slip my arms into the sleeves, first one and then the other, until the
enveloping material hung loosely at my sides.  It felt really amazing on my
bare skin, yet the dark red of the school colors made it so no one would
ever know we were naked underneath.  Carrie twisted me around halfway so
that I was facing her.  She picked up the hem, and was going to zip up the
front.  But first, she ran her hand between my breasts, tracing a narrow
groove down my stomach and playfully tickled my slit!  Instantly, my clit
emerged out of its hood, poking right at her.  She always knew the worst
places to touch me!

   Now that my pussy was all opened up like a flower, Carrie slowly slid
the zipper up to my neck.  Just at that moment, one of our teachers walked
in between the four of us.

    -œAll set, girls? - she asked.  Then looking down at my feet,
remarked,  -œOh, Erica, put your shoes back on for goodness sake!  It
-(TM)s only for a few hours.  If they were going to be so uncomfortable,
maybe you should have picked out a different pair.  Although they do make
you look more grown-up -- -

   As my friends giggled, I steadied myself against Alicia and obediently
slipped my feet back into the heels, thinking that even my teacher thought
I looked like a little girl!  But standing straight up again, the
graduation gown swished over my body, making me squirm with delight.  It
-(TM)s a good thing the material fell loosely from my shoulders, since my
nipples were rock hard and would have made indentations!  I wondered if the
other girls experienced the same sensations under their gowns?

   Before I could truly appreciate the magnitude of the situation, one of
the lead chaperones stood at the classroom door and said we needed to start
lining up.  He asked everyone to be quiet and follow instructions in a neat
and orderly fashion.  Of course, this did not happen all at once.

   Lisa took the opportunity to tug my sleeve and say,  -œRemember, Erica,
just like we planned a few weeks ago.  We -(TM)ll be right behind you -- -


   I nodded slowly, although I was more enjoying the way the silky material
brushed against my bare legs.  And then the four of us started to separate,
as the students were arranged in alphabetical order by last name.  Carrie
paused to pat me on the butt, and rub sensuous circles so that I could
practically feel her hand through the fabric!

    -œSee you on stage, - she laughed with a wink.

   Watching my friends depart, I felt a lot more self-conscious about my
nudity hidden only by the delicate gown.  I could picture the other
students, our classmates, their gazes penetrating and guessing my naughty
secret.  But how could they?  The hem came down to about mid-calf, and the
zipper in front started just below the base of my neck.  From outward
appearances, everything looked normal.  Someone moved behind me and poked
me in the back.

    -œCome on Erica, you -(TM)re supposed to be in front of me, - the
senior boy said.

   I instinctively began walking forward, the burgundy silk rippling across
my naked ass.  And he was probably watching my backside the whole time!  I
clutched the front of the robe nervously as I took my place in line.  Was I
really going to go through with this?  Was I about to strip in front of my
graduating class -- the faculty, and all those people in attendance? 
Everyone was going to see me, absolutely naked!  The thought, replaying
over and over in my mind, caused my nipples to stiffen further and point
toward the ceiling --

    -œOh, my cap! - I suddenly cried, reaching up to touch my soft locks
of hair.

   Luckily, one of the helpers was nearby, and she found the mortarboard
that Alicia forgot to give me.  While we waited in line, she dutifully
affixed it atop my head, using bobby pins to keep it in place.  The woman,
probably a student -(TM)s mother, was standing so close to me.  If she
could look down between the folds of the gown, all she would see is bare
skin!  And as she fussed and straightened my hair, all I could think was
that except for my eyebrows, she was touching the only hair on my body.  I
was afraid she might smell the muskiness of my arousal.

   Patting me on the shoulder, the lady said,  -œThere you go.  And don
-(TM)t worry if you feel a little damp, dear, it -(TM)s all right to be
nervous -- -

   Well, I was damp all right, but it was not just the sweat of nerves.  I
felt a trickle run from inside my thigh, down my leg, reminding myself that
I was completely nude under these academic vestments!We began moving
forward again, and I started fidgeting with the zipper.

   Entering the hallway, we were told to stay still and be quiet.  This
waiting around was really starting to feel like forever, and now I was
getting more and more excited!  Suddenly, there was a commotion from the
back of the line, and a voice raised defiantly.  It sounded like Carrie.

    -œBut I really have to use the ladies room!  I am not sitting through
this ceremony trying to hold it in! -

   Students nearby broke into laughter, and I could tell the frustrated
teacher just gave in.  Carrie broke ranks and left her place, marching down
the hallway to the nearest restroom.  She didn -(TM)t even glance back when
she passed by me.  And then I realized that in order for her to use the
toilet, she would have to momentarily remove her gown!  She would be stark
naked in the bathroom!  Impulsively, I raised my hand thinking to excuse
myself as well.  It would be a nice treat to get a sneak preview of Carrie
-(TM)s buxom body.  But then I reconsidered, since the teachers who were in
no mood to start granting everyone bathroom breaks would probably just yell
me at!

   A couple of minutes later, Carrie came walking back down the hallway,
looking much relieved and swinging her curvy hips.  She looked so
beautiful, her red and golden tresses cascading from beneath her graduation
cap, to trail all the way down her back.  This time, she smiled and winked
at me.  Just a brief, surreptitious glance, and my clitoris pushed against
the fabric of my robe.

   I could finally start to hear music playing.  It was the recessional
that was used for the graduates to march into the wide auditorium and take
their places.  There was the sound of hesitant, shuffling feet, and harsh
voices telling us to keep moving.  The whole thing kind of passed by in a
blurry haze.  I kept looking at the backs of the students in front of me,
seeing them in the same burgundy robes that I wore -- except I wasn -(TM)t
wearing anything underneath!  I wondered how my friends were faring.  I
couldn -(TM)t believe Lisa was going to show off her tits and ass to the
entire school.  What a send-off!  The four of us dropping our robes to
reveal everything --

   Before I knew it, my feet had carried me up the short black steps and I
was walking across the stage.  The music continued to surround me.  All the
way on the other side was a raised dais, where sat the principal and
teachers and other honored guests.  They would all see us too.  I kept my
eyes locked straight ahead, careful not to trip or get my robe caught on
anything.  That would be embarrassing!  Near the center of the stage, close
to the edge was a podium, and rows of seats were arranged for the graduates
behind it.  Of course, our graduating class had to be split so that when
these positions were filled up here, the remainder of the student body
proceeded to fill up the first row of auditorium seats.  Alicia, Carrie,
Lisa and I, all had spots under the bright lights of the stage.

   The entrance music came to its conclusion, and we were permitted to sit
down.  As the opening remarks were made, I squirmed a little between the
two boys on either side of me.  Needless, to say, I felt restless and
uneasy.  I crossed my legs at first, mindful of our classmates watching
from below, and the hint of the view they might get.  My bare leg resting
over my knee, the hem of the gown rose up past my shins.  My foot started
bobbing up and down, which I discovered created a delightful sensation in
my naked crotch.  I even let my shoe dangle teasingly from my toes, my bare
heel coming into view.  This lasted for a few moments, until the shoe
slipped off my foot and clunked to the stage!

   Actually, I -(TM)m sure no one noticed, but I felt like all eyes were
upon me.  I quickly uncrossed my legs and reached down to pick up the
clumsy heel, and slipped it back on.  Flustered, I looked around, then
decided to keep both feet on the floor and legs together.  I did however
fold my hands neatly in my lap.  But this only caused me to press the silk
of the gown against my naked skin beneath.  My pussy quivered, moist and
hairless.  When I lifted my arms, I noticed a dark wet spot on the deep red
material!  Fidgeting some more, I loosely rearranged the folds of the gown
and would continue to pick at them throughout the ceremony.

   Somewhere through the valedictorian -(TM)s address, I glanced down the
line of students to my left.  Alicia was sitting several seats away, but
she eventually glanced back and waved at me.  Lisa and Carrie would be
closer to the end of the row.  I felt reassured, and started thinking about
the sight our classmates behind us would enjoy, four teenage female asses
when we took off our robes.  My legs parted ever so slightly.  My fingers
casually wandered up to my neck, and lowered the zipper just half an inch.

   It was decided of course, that night we had concocted this crazy plan,
that we were going to drop our gowns after receiving our diplomas and
everyone had returned to their seats.  My friends and I weren -(TM)t sure
what the reaction of school officials would be, but we wanted to wait until
we had technically graduated, before we pulled off such a stunt.  I
continued to wait as my tummy filled with butterflies, the moment drawing
ever nearer.  And then the Dean of Students started reading off the roll of
names --

   The girl next to the boy that sat to my right stood up and turned her
side to the audience.  Then the boy did the same.  I guess instinct and
those late afternoon rehearsals took over, as I rose to my feet and faced
toward the podium.  I was conscious of the gown sticking to my overheated
body, except where my erect nipples pushed out.  Gosh, I hope no one in the
audience noticed.  What was I saying?  In a few moments, everyone would see
how hard my nipples were, and every inch of the rest of me!  I felt myself
blush as I started marching forward.

   While the Dean announced each name, the Assistant Principal handed each
student their diploma, and shook their hand before they turned around to go
back to their seat.  Family members and friends in the audience had been
instructed to hold their applause until all the graduates had been awarded
their diplomas.  But there were always those people who defied the request,
as if their son or daughter was the most important kid in the school.  I
hoped my parents wouldn -(TM)t embarrass me.

   When my turn came, I was actually ashamed taking the document from the
Assistant Principal, knowing full well that I was completely nude beneath
my gown.  My pointy nipples and clit throbbed as he shook my hand.  As I
looked him in eye, my one thought was that hand had been rubbing my crotch
a little while ago.

    -œCongratulations, Erica! - he said, squeezing my fingers.

   I could only reply meekly,  -œThank you, sir. -

   At last, I had returned to my seat up on stage, and it was only minutes
before my friends and I would put our plan into action.  All eyes in the
audience were on the remaining students parading up to the podium.  Our
classmates, those who had already walked, were now checking out their
diplomas.  I took a deep breath.  This was the opportunity to begin
lowering the zipper on the front of my graduation robe.  My intention was
to get it down completely and unhooked, while keeping the folds firmly
closed over my chest and stomach.  Then it would be simple enough to stand
and shake the light material off my shoulders --

   Oh my gosh, I couldn -(TM)t believe I was doing this!  The zipper had
reached my navel.

   A sudden idea struck me, and I curled my feet around the front legs of
my chair.  Without anybody paying attention, one by one, I kicked off my
shoes.  If I was going to strip naked in front of the school, I was going
to get completely naked!

   Clutching the sides of the opening gown tight, I carefully lifted the
hem so I could undo the zipper.  It popped free, and now only my hands kept
the material concealing the front of my body.  I lowered my legs, my bare
toes touching the hardwood stage floor.  Looking out into the seas of faces
beyond the stage, I could just make out the faces of my fellow students in
the front row.  The rest of the audience was shrouded in the shadows and
darkness of the auditorium.  But they could see me -- they would see all of
me.

   I was so nervous -- and excited too!  Leaning all the way forward, I
looked back down the row to my left.  Sure enough, Alicia turned my way and
smiled.  I watched her giggle, then she stuck her leg out, pulling up the
edge of her gown.  The little tease!  But the thought of her naked up here
with me, along with Lisa and Carrie, made me hot.  I could just picture
Carrie -(TM)s big boobs bouncing as she streaked across the stage.  We were
so close I could taste it!

   And then the last of the graduates marched down the steps, back to the
first row of seats in the auditorium.  There was a hush as the Dean of
Students and the Assistant Principal returned to their own seats on the
dais.  The Principal would make his way to the podium to say a few words,
then allow the assembly to start cheering and applauding.  This was our
moment, our window of opportunity, that fraction of time when we could
steal all the attention on stage.

   Expecting my friends to act in concert, I jumped to my feet, taking
about four steps forward.  My heart beat wildly as I pulled apart the folds
of my gown -- and arched my shoulders free of the material.  Behind me, the
light burgundy fabric, the dark red of our school colors, floated to the
ground.

   I froze, time stood still.

   I was standing totally nude in front of everyone -- completely naked,
except for the graduation cap on my head.

   Everyone was staring at me, at my bare body.  The students behind me,
watched the gentle curve of my back and supple roundness of my cute little
ass.  In shock, I raised up on my toes, and they even caughta glimpse of my
bare sole.  On the dais to my right, the eyes of the school officials went
wide at the sight of my long nipples quivering up and down.  The Principal
and his colleagues had a perfect view of my profile, my hip and the
slenderness of my leg.  Oh no!  The local politician who had given the key
note speech -- he was seeing every inch of me, too, from the tip of my
shoulder, to the curl of my pinky toe!

   As if in slow motion, I brought my hands to my mouth, still disbelieving
what I had just done.  And my entire lower body was on display, from my
creamy thighs to the soft indentation of my stomach narrowing and below,
not a wisp of hair covered my pubic mound.  Oh my gosh, everyone in the
audience was looking at my bald pussy!

   Where were Alicia and Carrie, I thought as I shyly looked over my left
shoulder.  Did I jump up too soon?  Foolishly, I waited a moment,
half-expecting my friends to join me.  It might have only been a second or
a minute, or it felt like hours -- standing here naked in front of the
entire school.  From the corner seat at the edge of the stage, I saw Lisa
rise, but only to get a good look at me.  As the other students opened
their mouths in broad grins and pointed at the various pink parts of my
body, Lisa folded her arms and smirked.

   At that moment, I realized I had been tricked.

   And then I noticed the flashes of cameras going off.  One by one, I
watched the dazzling lights flicker in the darkness of the auditorium, like
stars winking in the night sky.  Instead of covering up, as I should have,
I brought my hands to my head, making sure the graduation cap was securely
in place.  Confused, I whirled around giving the guests in attendance a
treat of my cute little behind.  My classmates who had been sitting up on
stage with me, now they all saw my tits and pussy!  With my fingers
seemingly twined into my hair, I turned and started to run across the
stage.

   But in my anxiousness to flee the scene, I headed in the wrong
direction! Toward the raised dais I hurled my body, pulling up short just
at the last second or else I would have ended up giving the congressman a
lap dance!  I spun around, my ass in his face, and I -(TM)m afraid the
school officials could all see my pink pussy lips from behind.  As I ran
now in the opposite direction, I suppose there were shouts and hooting and
hollering; as well as laughing and exclamations of outrage.  However, at
the moment, it seemed there was a profound gasp of silence except for my
bare feet slapping over the waxed hardwood floor.

   The last thing I remember leaving the stage was Lisa reaching out to
slap me in the butt.  This caused me to finally lower my arms, hands
covering my juicy cheeks.  I skipped down the steps on trembling legs, and
jogged through the wing that opened out into the hallway.

    -œOh my gosh!  Oh my gosh!  Oh my gosh! - I gasped, the thrill of what
had just happened sending a shiver through my body.

   Squeezing my breasts, I leaned against the wall.  I had to pause to
catch my breath.  At least it was quiet out here, for the moment, as no one
had chased after me.  In fact, there was absolutely no one else around,
which gave me a moment to think.  How could I have been so stupid!  I
looked down and saw my pussy lips had parted.  My clitoris was erect,
sticking out of its hood.  Gazing further down my naked leg, I wiggled my
toes on the floor.  Oh, why did I kick off my shoes?  Now I was totally
nude --

   Then I remembered the flat-topped and tasseled mortarboard.  Reaching up
with my hand, I found the hairpins and undid the cap secured to my head. 
As I removed it, I shook out my shoulder-length hair.  But at least now I
had something to cover with.  I held the graduation gap discreetly over my
crotch and started to walk down the hallway.

   Every few seconds, I turned around again, worried that someone would be
following.  What a scene I must have caused!  I don -(TM)t know how I was
going to explain this to my parents.  If Lisa and Carrie and Alicia had
joined me, I could have laughed it off as a graduation prank.  But I was
the only one to strip naked in front of everyone -- oooh, I can -(TM)t
believe they set me up like that!  Still, the thought of all those eyes on
my nude little body was fresh in my mind, and kept my nipples pretty erect!
Well, I just had to get back to the classroom and put my clothes back on.

   As my feet slapped across the tiled floor, I kept my head down and kept
the cap pressed tight against pussy.  Unfortunately, the gold tassel was
tickling my labia and making me very aroused.  I pumped my free arm at my
side as I quickly rounded the corner and worked my way closer to the room.

   Just a few more yards, a couple of more steps -- and then --

    -œWhere do you think you are going, Erica? -

   I suddenly spotted black shoes in front of me.  Stopped barefoot in my
tracks, I looked up and up, and saw the massive girth of the Principal
blocking the door to the classroom!  OK, he wasn -(TM)t that fat, but he
was tall and wide, his bulk filling the doorway.  He frowned as he looked
down at my slender form, crossing his arms over his chest.  It was all I
could do to keep the graduation cap over my vulva, and slung my other arm
across my tits.  I was speechless, dying of embarrassment.

   After a moment of uncomfortable silence, the large man asked,  -œWhere
are your clothes, Erica? -

    -œInside the classroom, - I squeaked and kind of pointed with my small
chin.  I tried to avert my eyes shyly, but found myself drawn to his
disapproving stare.  This was so humiliating!

    -œYou didn -(TM)t have anything on under your graduation robe, Miss? -


   Ashamed, I shook my head.

   The principal paused to consider the situation, it seemed he was
searching his memory.   -œThere was one time, I recall, you were running in
the hallway and bumped into me.  It must have been when you were only a
Sophomore.  You were wearing your gym T-shirt, because you said someone had
stolen your clothes in the locker room.  You -(TM)ve always been careless
with your clothes, haven -(TM)t you?  But tell me, Erica, that day you
really weren -(TM)t wearing anything beneath the T-shirt, were you -- -

    -œNo! - I finally confessed.   -œI didn -(TM)t have on any shorts or
panties! -

    -œBut you did have shoes and socks, didn -(TM)t you? - the Principal
continued, making me relive that day of misfortunes.  I lowered my head,
and curled my bare toes self-consciously.  The lecture continued,  -œAnd
now look at you -- an eighteen-year-old young woman, just graduated, and
you are stark naked! -

   I could tell he was upset.  As I bit my lip, he asked me where my
graduation gown was.  He forced me to admit, even though he saw the whole
thing, that I had slipped it off my shoulders back on stage, during the
ceremony.  Then he suggested since I had little regard for the trappings of
my scholastic achievement, I should hand over the rest of the academic
vestments.

    -œWhat -- what do you mean? - I asked nervously.

    -œThe mortarboard and tassel, - he said without emotion.   -œLet me
have it. -

   My eyes went wide, and I clutched the only thing hiding my frontal
nudity, saving me from totally exposing myself.   -œBut -- right here? -

   When his expression did not change, I realized that I had no choice.  I
looked over my bare shoulder, then back at the principal.  Swallowing a
lump of fear down my throat, I slowly raised my hands, lifting the cap and
presenting it to him.  It felt like the heaviest thing in the world.  But
the man grabbed the cap and yanked it free from my fingers with such force,
I instinctively dropped my arms to my side like an obedient student.

   I stood completely nude before the Principal.  He regarded me for a
moment, the graduation cap tucked under one arm, then he casually pointed
at my pussy.

    -œWhat is that, Erica?  You are eighteen, and you haven -(TM)t reached
puberty yet? -

   The man forced me to confess that I shaved off my pubic hair.  Even as
the words fell from my lips, I shifted my legs slightly apart.  Though my
eyes were closed, I could feel my labia unfolding like a flower.

    -œYour classmates will be returning momentarily, - he announced.  
-œFollow me to the office -- -

   I opened my eyes just in time to see the principal step forward,
shutting the classroom door behind him.  The dark sleeve of his jacket
brushed my arm as he walked past me.  I wasn -(TM)t sure if I was in even
more trouble, or if he meant that in the office I would have more privacy
as the students came marching out of the auditorium.  Why couldn -(TM)t he
just let me get dressed!  Turning around, I decided to follow the man.

   He clearly wasn -(TM)t interested in leering at my nubile body.  In
fact, I had to jog to keep up with him.  He moved quickly for a big man. 
But as I brought my hands up again to regain some modesty, I felt how hard
and extended my nipples were.  I had been so preoccupied with the principal
looking at my bare pussy, I forgot he must have gotten an eyeful of my
titties!  There was no doubt he knew how aroused I was right now.  I felt
myself blush in embarrassment.

   When I reached the main office, the principal ushered me through the
door.  He then casually strolled across the carpet, to take a seat behind
his desk.  But beneath his calm exterior, I sensed he was seething.  I felt
like I was walking on eggshells, so I kind of just stood there with my
hands held politely behind by back.  Maybe I bent one knee forward just a
little, raising up on my toes.

   Oh my gosh!  I was standing in the middle of the principal -(TM)s office
and I wasn -(TM)t wearing a stitch of clothing!

    -œWhat are we going to do about this, Erica? - the man asked as he
templed his fingers in thought.   -œIf I remember correctly, you once
streaked a football game.  And not too long ago, you were caught naked
during a fire drill.  That is most serious, young lady -- -

   I really didn -(TM)t know what to say.  I was already dreadfully
embarrassed, and also scared.  Yet my erect nipples continued to point and
quiver, and I knew my clit was sticking straight out.  A trickle of wetness
ran down the inside of my leg.  This was actually making me very horny!  As
the silence stretched between us, regarding each other intently, I realized
that I might start masturbating in front of my principal!

   Then a group of people shuffled through the door and into the office. 
Instinct finally took over at the prospect of being seen by others, and I
clasped my hands in front of my pussy.

    -œI told you she would be down here! - Alicia said as she came to
stand by my side.

   She was followed by Lisa and Carrie, the two of them chuckling and
finding this all so amusing.  All three of the girls were still dressed in
the graduation gowns.  I looked over at my friends, then back at the
principal behind his desk.  Suddenly a great surge of resentment flooded my
body.

    -œThis is all their fault! - I cried.  Not thinking, I placed my hands
firmly on my hips, letting my labia hang down.

    -œOh? - the Principal raised an eyebrow.

   I suddenly felt very foolish, but I was determined to stand my ground. 
-œYou -- you see, it was all a stupid dare.  And they took off they -(TM)re
clothes, too!  They were going to drop their robes on stage in front of
everyone.  But they tricked me! -

    -œIs this true? - the large man remained seated but shifted his gaze
to the ladies now standing in the room in their heels and burgundy gowns.

    -œTake it off, Carrie! - I demanded, my perky breasts bouncing in
excitement.  I was going to have Carrie stripped in the Principal -(TM)s
Office!   -œSir, make her take off her graduation robe -- -

   The eyes of the strawberry-blonde went wide at she looked from me to the
school official.  He only nodded, which made Carrie -(TM)s mouth hang open
for a moment or two.  Then she slowly turned around to face away from the
desk.  She hesitated, her fingers clutching the zipper just below her neck.
I wondered if our principal would make the others disrobe as well.  Then he
would have four nude young women to deal with.  The thought of my friends
sharing in my humiliation had me licking my lips.  I even brought my hands
up to pinch my nipples.

   Finally, Carrie lowered the zipper and began shuffling the silky
material off her body.  Her smooth bare shoulders came immediately into
view.  I watched her take a deep breath, preparing for the inevitable.  And
then she dropped the gown completely to the floor.

   She was wearing a strapless short mini-dress!

   I couldn -(TM)t believe my eyes as Carrie turned around, and even struck
a pose with one knee bent forward and hands on her hips.  She looked hot,
but she definitely did not look naked!  The strawberry-blonde flipped her
hair back and teasingly stuck her tongue out at me.

    -œBut -- but, how? - I stammered uncomprehending.   -œI saw you!  You
didn -(TM)t have anything on, except your shoes! -

   At this point, the principal arched one eyebrow, clearly exasperated. 
Lisa walked behind me and placed her hands on my shoulders and said,  -œI
think our friend Erica is just a little worked up.  She -(TM)s had an
emotional day.  In fact, I think it was all that pent up stress finally
boiling up, that caused her to pull such a stunt.  I mean, can you imagine
-- she stripped completely naked in front of everyone! -

   I felt my ears burn red in embarrassment, but I also felt Lisa begin
massaging my shoulders, which felt really good.  Standing behind me, she
ran a hand down the curve of my spine.  Then she started gently rubbing my
ass!  Right here, in the Principal -(TM)s Office!  Oh my gosh, I hoped she
wasn -(TM)t going to make me cum --

    -œI -(TM)ve already spoken to her parents, - Alicia was continuing.  
-œI explained that Erica was really nervous about starting college, and
afraid to graduate.  This was her way of letting go, I guess.  I think it
-(TM)s best, sir, if you let us take her off your hands. -

   Now my ears couldn -(TM)t believe what was being said, but the Principal
seemed to give it some consideration.   -œVery well, ladies.  I believe you
can set a good example for your friend.  She really has to learn to put
these childish pranks behind her. -

   At those words, Lisa firmly squeezed my butt cheeks, causing me to
bounce up on my toes.  The Principal brought his serious gaze full upon me,
upon my small breasts sticking out and pink pussy lips that were already
spread open.

    -œNow, Erica, I am going to hold on to your diploma.  You can come back
to the office on Monday to pick it up.  And please come wearing something
-- more decent. -

   My eyes fluttered and my body shook, just a little, as I felt myself
have a small orgasm.  Please come -- Please cum -- I can -(TM)t believe he
said that while I was standing here totally nude!

    -œThank you, - I gasped.

   Closest to the door, Carrie bent down demurely so she could retrieve her
graduation gown.  This she slung over her arm, then straightened out her
dress, which barely went down past her crotch.  She practically glided out
the office door, and Lisa pushed me forward to follow on trembling legs. 
Alicia was last, saying goodbye to the Principal.  I thought I overheard
her saying something about what a pleasure it had been to go to school
here.

   One we were back in the bobby, Lisa shoved me into the waiting arms of
Carrie.  I knew she was a little upset because I tried to get her in
trouble, and tattled on her.

    -œUm, I -- that really is a nice dress, - I tried to sound pleasant.

   Carrie responded by reaching up to pinch my erect nipples and pull me
forward a few steps.   -œYes it is, Erica.  I stripped naked in the girls
bathroom this morning, and left it hanging in one of the stalls.  It -(TM)s
a good thing it was still there when I excused myself from the marching
line.  I took quite a chance, you know.  I could have ended up nude in
front of the principal just like you -- -

    -œI -(TM)m sorry! - I said, breathless, as the taller girl began to
slowly walk her fingers down my bare stomach.  Then she smiled at me.

    -œBut I like your outfit, too! - Carrie giggled, and put her finger in
my pussy.   -œOh my, but what -(TM)s this? -

   I stood mortified as she withdrew her digit and held it up for Lisa to
see.  On her tip, there glistened a sizable pearl drop of my cum.  Carrie,
brought it up to her lips and sucked it off.  When Alicia joined us, Carrie
pointed at my bald crotch, much to my humiliation.

    -œSomeone has been secreting, the dirty little girl! -



   21  -" After Graduation

    -œWhere -- where are you taking me? - I asked as the girls led me out
into the hallway.

   Carrie had a firm grip on my wrist and answered,  -œWell I don -(TM)t
think you want to go back to the classroom, Erica!  It will be crawling
with students and parents and teachers by now. -

    -œOh my, - I gasped.   -œBut my clothes -- -

   Padding along side the strawberry-blonde haired girl, I was completely
naked.  In fact, I was still a little lightheaded over the whole situation.
I had just graduated high school, and had streaked in front of everyone at
the ceremony.  Well, I thought my friends here were going to join me in
this parting prank, but they had set me up.  My small tits bounced
playfully as I danced forward on my bare toes, trying to keep up with the
taller girl.

   Alicia swiftly caught behind me and slapped my ass.   -œDon -(TM)t
worry, Erica, we -(TM)ll take you home -- -

    -œDon -(TM)t worry?  Don -(TM)t worry! - I cried in disbelief.  
-œLook, I don -(TM)t have any clothes on right now, I still have to face my
family, and come back here on Monday to pick up my diploma from the
Principal -- who has already seen all of me! -

   We had reached the lobby entrance to the school, which thankfully was
deserted.  But I knew it would only be for a precious few more moments, as
the graduates finished taking their photos near the auditorium or back by
the classrooms.  I wished we could just keep moving, but here, the four of
us paused.  Carried let go of her hold on me, resting her hands on her
curvy hips as she eyed me up and down.  Embarrassed, blushing, I tried to
hide my breasts with an arm while letting the other one hang in front of my
pussy.  Lisa circled around me like a hawk.

    -œHmmm -- or maybe we could find some place to tie you up and leave you
here, - the bossy blonde bitch said in a serious tone of voice.   -œLike a
parting gift to our Class -- I bet we could think of all sorts of
positions, such as your legs spread, with everything on display! -

   My eyes went wide at the very suggestion, and as if compelled by Lisa
-(TM)s own words, my hands slowly lowered to delicately touch the sides of
my legs.  I -(TM)ve grown proud of them as one of my more attractive
features, long and slender.  Well, for me anyway, since I -(TM)m kind of
short but my legs are proportioned to give the illusion of length.  I guess
because my ass is cute and small, and just beneath my bare crotch, these
shapely stems stretch down all the way to my pretty toes.  Lisa must have
taken my lack of response for compliance.

    -œGood, then you will come along with us, and not give us any trouble?
- Lisa stepped in front of me, lifted my chin with her finger.

    -œHuh? - I blinked, momentarily confused.   -œN-no -- no trouble.  I
promise, I -(TM)ll be good! -

   Lisa nodded in satisfaction, then spun around on her heel.  It occurred
to me at that moment that she and Alicia were still wearing their burgundy
gowns.  Only Carrie had taken hers off, which was worse for me because she
was dressed in a sexy black outfit.  The footsteps of my friends clicked
toward the school entrance, and I was left no choice but to follow in my
bare feet.

    -œAfter you, Erica, - smiled Alicia as she politely held the door open
for me.

   Completely naked, I walked out of the building and paused on the steps
between the two blondes.  It was bright and sunny out, and after being
inside for hours, I needed to shield my eyes using both hands like a visor.


   A car honked its horn and still dazzled, I cried,  -œOh my gosh -- what
was that! -

    -œOh dear, it seems there are some people out here, - Lisa said most
insincerely.   -œWe had better hide your nudity -- -

   Taking her cue, Carrie stood on one side of me and casually held her
hand in front of my left breast.  I could feel her palm brush my elongated
nipple.  Lisa was standing on my right, and did likewise, placing her palm
over my other erect nipple.  It was almost like the two of them were
posing, with me in the middle --

   I heard a snap, or a click, and a whirl --

    -œWhat about my pussy? - I whined.

   Carrie squeezed my tit and laughed,  -œWell our hands can -(TM)t be all
places at once, you know!  Unless you want me to start rubbing you in front
of everybody -- -

    -œEverybody? - I squinted my eyes as I peered out over the parking
lot.  -œHow many people are out here? -

   Suddenly, Lisa grabbed me by the elbow and urged,  -œCome on, little
girl, we better go before a crowd starts to form! -

   As she pulled me off toward the side, I looked over my shoulder to see
maybe a handful of young people pointing and smiling.  They were probably
friends or relatives of the students.  One of them had a camera, another a
cell phone that looked like it could take pictures!  I blushed, thinking
the parting image of my bare backside they would capture.  Fortunately,
Alicia was soon behind me, as all three of my friends rushed my body toward
our getaway car.  However, not before another car sped by and beeped!

   I winced as I hopped across the hot blacktop without any shoes on.  Of
course, in their high heels, the other girls moved more stately, not in
that much of a hurry.  It didn -(TM)t seem like we were being followed. 
Eventually we turned around the corner of the big building, and made our
way in the direction of where Alicia -(TM)s car was parked.

   The first thing Lisa did was make my friend pop open her trunk.  I stood
around nervously, but watched as the two girls peeled off their graduation
gowns and placed them neatly folded in the compartment.  Carrie, who
already had her robe off, threw hers in as well.

    -œCouldn -(TM)t you at least let me wear one of the robes? - I asked,
feeling ashamed of my total nudity.

   They were dressed really nice, though perhaps Alicia more modestly than
the other two.  Lisa -(TM)s tight, white skirt was not as short as Carrie
-(TM)s black micro-dress, but her top was pretty low cut revealing a decent
amount of cleavage.  A bit envious, I brought my hands up to hide my own
smaller tits.

   Carrie walked past me to open up the back seat door, pausing to trace a
finger around my exposed belly button.   -œIt -(TM)s all right, Erica.  Our
robes wouldn -(TM)t have fit you anyway! -

    -œThat -(TM)s right, - Lisa remarked.   -œNow get your naked little
ass in the car before we drive off with out you! -

   I wasn -(TM)t quite sure if that was preferable, not knowing what was in
store for me.  But Carrie jumped in the back, and I found my eyes following
her long shapely legs.  She even kicked off her heels and wiggled her bare
toes at me!  Well, I immediately thought of a naughty idea, which propelled
me into entering the car.  Closing the door behind me, I positioned my body
so I was leaning against the interior panel, facing Carrie.  She did the
same on her side, stretching her leg across the seat -- and started to rub
my pussy with her foot!

   The ignition started, Alicia checked the rearview mirror as she started
pulling out of the parking spot.  I think she shook her head and grinned at
us.

    -œOooooh, yes! - I moaned when Carrie -(TM)s toe entered my bald slit.


    -œHey, you two -- knock it off! - Lisa turned around and snapped.  
-œDon -(TM)t make me come back there!  Carrie, put on your damn shoes. -

   The strawberry-blonde only giggled as she withdrew her legs, it seemed
she enjoyed getting caught pleasuring me.  Quite shyly, she slipped her
feet back into her heels and crossed her legs.  Frustrated, I wondered why
Lisa had to be so bossy, and how come she got to ride shotgun for that
matter!  As we continued to drive out of the school lot, I crossed my arms
self-consciously over my chest.  But the evidence of my arousal could not
be hidden, with my pussy lips pink and puffed out.

   Realizing I needed to do something about my excited condition, I asked
Alicia,  -œSo -- you -(TM)re taking me straight home, right? -

    -œSure, - the long-haired brunette answered, glancing again in the
rearview mirror.   -œWhatever you say, Erica. -

   I guess I breathed a sigh of relief, lowering a hand to cover my crotch.
But I also slouched down in the back seat, suddenly aware that we were
driving through residential streets.  Treetops passed by in rows as the car
moved down the road.  I was just hoping I wouldn -(TM)t get caught like
this.  And then Carrie was clearing her throat next to me.

    -œYou know, it is awfully hot back here.  I could really use a
refreshment. -

   At first I blushed, thinking Carrie -(TM)s initial comment was referring
to my nude body.  If she really wanted to stop for a drink, though, I
wondered what she was getting at.  Maybe when I was dropped off at my
house, she expected to come inside and be offered a beverage.  Lisa had her
passenger window rolled down, and pointed her arm outside.

    -œAlicia, pull into there -- the place called The Juice Box. -

    -œThe what?  What are we doing? - I asked, leaning forward a little.

   Lisa turned to look at me over the headrest and said,  -œCarrie is
thirsty.  And now that she mentioned it, I -(TM)m kind of parched, too. 
Hell, we just graduated, we should celebrate! -

    -œYes, but -- - I felt my mouth starting to go dry, my limbs numb.

    -œOooh, I like this idea! - Alicia giggled.  She eased the car into
the parking lot.   -œWe won -(TM)t leave you out, Erica.  We -(TM)ll get
you something. -

   Great!  Well, I figured I could wait in the car and try to cover up,
while my friends went inside and bought their refreshments.  I crossed my
legs and held a hand over each of my tits and peered out the window.  It
looked like there was no one else around.

   When the car came to a complete stop, Lisa said,  -œNow everyone just
stay here for a moment.  I -(TM)m going to scope things out and explain the
situation -- -

   Explain the situation?  I didn -(TM)t like the sound of that.  But
before I could object or voice my concerns, the dominating blonde opened
her door and stepped outside.  We watched as Lisa confidently strode into
the little parlor shop called The Juice Box.  They had all sorts of treats
like ices, and sodas, and creamy beverages.  The sun beat down through the
back windshield, and I felt a bead of sweat form between my shoulder
blades. A cool drink did sound pretty tempting.

   About a minute later, Lisa approached the side of the car and abruptly
opened the rear passenger door.  I squealed and lifted my legs up, kind of
trying to curl myself into a ball.  My eyes darted past the young woman
standing outside, to see if anyone else might catch a glimpse of my bare
skin.  But Lisa only reached down to grab my arm just above my elbow.

    -œCome on, Erica, time to get our after-graduation refreshments -- -

   Wide-eyed I struggled, even as I slid my legs over the seat.   -œBut you
can -(TM)t -- I -(TM)m completely naked! -

    -œThis ought to be a good one! - Carrie nudged me forward, her hands
lightly on my back.

   Lisa smiled with self-satisfaction.   -œI told the lady behind the
counter that we just graduated, and furthermore, our friend Erica received
a full paid scholarship to college -- as a life drawing model.  There was
just one catch -- -

    -œOh, you must be joking! - I gasped, now standing on the hot asphalt
of the parking lot.  I clasped both my hands over my pussy.   -œShe wouldn
-(TM)t really fall for that, would she? -

   Lisa shrugged her shoulders and then started to turn away.  But not
without issuing a warning,  -œI don -(TM)t know, she didn -(TM)t seem like
the sharpest knife in the drawer.  The key is, she thinks you are an
experienced nude model, so you had better not cover up or look
uncomfortable.  You might give yourself away. -

    -œBut -- - I found my hands obeyed the blonde -(TM)s command before I
could even consider my actions, and dropped them to my sides.  My hairless
vulva glistened in the bright sunlight.   -œWhat if I refuse to go in? -

   The driver-side car doors slammed shut, and Alicia clicked the
electronic lock and said,  -œThen I suppose you would have to find another
way home! -

   My three friends stepped on to the curb, about to enter the little shop.
I was left standing stark naked in the middle of the parking lot, in the
early afternoon.  Desperate, I looked around, heeding Lisa -(TM)s words and
not covering my private parts.  Instead, my fingers ran through my hair
nervously, twisting a sandy brown lock.  My other finger absently grazed
and flicked a nipple, which was long and pointy.  Oh, this was no good! 
Yet I knew the girls were not beneath stranding me here.  I took a deep
breath, rubbing my flat stomach, then my leg moved forward.

   When I entered through the door, the air conditioning hit my body,
causing my already rock hard nipples to stick up at the ceiling.  Like a
magnet, I felt drawn to the service counter where my friends were waiting.
My bare feet padded over the black and white checkered tiles, and I
realized my other hand was still teasing a locket of my hair making me
appear as a sassy schoolgirl.  My other arm swung easily at my side, and I
think I swished my nude hips as I crossed the floor.  I really didn -(TM)t
mean to act so brazen, but I was just playing the part.

    -œHmmm, so you -(TM)re the art model? - the woman behind the counter
evaluated me, her head resting on her arms folded atop the glass shelf.

   I nodded, yes, as I came within a foot of the woman.  She looked like
she was in her late twenties, maybe thirty.  The lady had curly blonde hair
and green eyes.  Her voice, the way she spoke, was sweet as honey and kind
of had a southern drawl.

    -œA scholarship, huh? - she continued.   -œI thought that was for
sports or people with some smarts.  Never heard of one for taking off your
clothes. -

    -œIt -(TM)s a new program -- - I blurted out.

   The counter lady smiled but continued on,  -œWell, you sure are a pretty
little thing.  But I guess they really make you earn your money!  What
-(TM)s it like, all those people seeing you naked all the time? -

   I was starting to get all fidgety under this scrutiny, and I clasped my
hands behind my back to keep from touching myself.  With the front of one
foot brushing the back of my other calf I answered uncomfortably,  -œUm, it
-(TM)s all right -- you get used to it. -

    -œYou know you -(TM)resticking out, darling? -

   On either side of me, Alicia, Carrie, and Lisa burst out laughing.  I
was so embarrassed!  Quickly I turned around so the lady wouldn -(TM)t see
me blushing, although my butt must have been bright pink.  On the other end
of the shop were some empty booths and tables for the customers, and I
started walking in this direction to find an escape from all these prying
eyes.

   Over my shoulder I heard the woman call out,  -œI -(TM)m sorry, sweetie
-- it must be very sensitive. -

   I just put my head down and quickened my steps to the table.  Did she
mean the topic itself was sensitive, or was she actually talking about my
little button?  I couldn -(TM)t figure it out, but knowing her eyes were on
my bouncing ass was making me hot.  I hurriedly slid into the booth and
crossed my legs.  Meanwhile, the girls finally placed their orders and
waited to take their drinks before joining me.

    -œYou haven -(TM)t been pleasuring yourself, have you? - Carrie asked
as she scooted me further behind the table with a bump of her hip.

   Alicia and Lisa came around from the other side, their skirts brushing
the vinyl cushion of the booth.  I was positioned between the two blondes,
directly behind the center of the table.  From here, I had a clear view of
the service counter at the front of the store, and within sight of the
service lady.  Also, in the process of jostling and repositioning
ourselves, my legs had come uncrossed.  Lisa -(TM)s hand on my thigh
prevented me from regaining even a little modesty, and I found I couldn
-(TM)t answer Carrie -(TM)s question.

    -œWell then, - she continued,  -œSince you ran away, I didn -(TM)t
know what you wanted to cool off.  So I got you this -- -

   Carrie then proceeded to hand me what appeared to be a cherry Popsicle.
I took it from between her fingers with my own hand trembling a little. 
Then I watched as she took a long slurp on the straw of her icy drink. 
Finally, feeling like I should do something, I removed the paper wrapper
from the Popsicle and touched the tip with my tongue.  It was cold!  But
the cherry flavor, I had to admit, was delicious.  Carrie had made a good
choice.  Now my mouth molded with the frozen treat, and I eagerly lapped my
tongue along its side.  For some reason, doing this stark naked made me
feel incredibly horny, and I absently stretched my legs out beneath the
table while tweaking one my nipples.

   At the same time, Lisa was rubbing the inside of my thigh making me
wetter by the minute.   -œWow, Erica, I think John might be jealous -- -

    -œNah, he -(TM)s not nearly as enjoyable as that Popsicle, - Carrie
commented out of nowhere.

   We all turned amazed to look at our strawberry-blonde friend.  My eyes
were wide and attentive, but I continued to suck on my frozen treat. 
Alicia laughed in disbelief and asked Carrie if she and John had slept
together.

   She shrugged her shoulders and confessed,  -œIt was really no big deal.
We were bored one night, and well, you know how these guys are -- -

    -œWhy, Carrie, you little slut! - Lisa said dryly, but was apparently
only teasing.

   Suddenly, Carrie reached beneath the table and grabbed my bare leg,
squeezing my thigh.   -œYeah, but I was only curious.  Besides, it -(TM)s
much more fun playing with Erica! -

   I know I turned bright red as the girls all giggled.  Thinking back over
the year, I really didn -(TM)t know how to describe our relationship.  I
mean Alicia was my best friend, but Carrie really knew how to get me
excited.  In fact, right at that moment, sitting in the booth in the
ice-cream shop, I felt ready to explode.  The four of us continued to
reminisce and gossip, although I mostly listened, too preoccupied with my
nudity to contribute anything substantive.

   Finally Lisa turned to me and asked,  -œErica -- would you be a dear and
toss our trash away? -

   Twiddling my own wooden Popsicle stick between by fingers, I found
Alicia and Lisa -(TM)s crumpled drink cups pushed into my other hand.  My
eyes wandered to the garbage reciprocal that was on the other side of the
shop and shoved in a corner.  Close to the restrooms, I thought maybe this
wasn -(TM)t a bad idea as I could take a moment to slip inside and relive
myself.

   With my hands full, I expected Carrie to get up from the table in order
to let me out.  But instead, the provocative young woman invited me to
climb over her!  Certainly, I was slim enough to move across her, but it
would be a tight fit.  Still facing forward, I first draped one leg over
her own bare leg.  Soon, I was practically sitting in her lap.  I leaned
forward as much as I could, causing my pussy lips to brush the surface of
the table.  Of course, with my hands occupied, I was totally helpless
against her fingers roaming across my lower body, tickling me from behind!
Thankfully, I escaped her clutches before she brought me to an embarrassing
orgasm.

   A couple of unsteady steps onto the floor of the shop, and I turned my
head to look over my shoulder, flashing a look that told Carrie she was a
naughty girl.  She only winked and playfully stuck her tongue out at me. 
Now I straightened myself and regained a little bit of composure, stepping
gracefully toward the trash bin, totally nude.  My toes were light as I
crossed the distanced and dumped all our disposables.

   Just as I was wiping my hands of any grime or stickiness, the door to
the men -(TM)s restroom slammed open.  I hadn -(TM)t seen any other
customers in here, so I was absolutely shocked, just standing there and not
covering anything.  As it turns out, it was not a customer, but a fifteen
or sixteen-year-old boy who worked at the shop!  He had a silly little
paper hat atop his head, a white apron, and several towels and cloths slung
over his shoulder.  The teenager walked right in front of me, stopped, and
gaped at my nubile body.

   In the back of my mind, I remember Lisa telling me that I had to act
natural, to be able to pull off my excuse for being naked.So as humiliated
as I was, I forced myself to casually lower my arms.  Unfortunately, my
nipples were sticking straight out, and all Carrie -(TM)s teasing had left
my labia hanging out in the open!

    -œOh, wow -- - he exhaled, a string of drool hanging from his mouth.

    -œI -(TM)m going to college as a nude model, - I informed him in my
most confident, haughty voice, then spun around on my bare heel to return
to my friends.

   I could feel the eyes of the boy roving all over my backside.  From the
tips of my smooth shoulders, down the elegant curve my spine, my supple
behind and the length of my slender naked legs.  There was nothing I could
do to prevent my ears burning bright red, although thankfully they were
concealed my hair.

   When I reached the table, I waited impatiently for Lisa, Alicia, and
Carrie to get up.  They made me stand there for a few moments, while I
fidgeted and reached an arm across my stomach to clutch my other elbow, and
shyly stood on the toes of one foot.  Looking back over my shoulder, I saw
that the shop-worker had not moved but continued to enjoy my unclothed
form.

    -œCan we go already? - I hissed through my teeth.

    -œMmmm, you look like you -(TM)re ready to go, - Carrie replied with
great meaning, as she finally slid out of the booth.

   I could only lift up a hand to twist the ends of my hair, watching my
other friends rise from the table.  They graciously stood behind me,
blocking the teenager -(TM)s view, and Lisa -(TM)s fingertips on my bare
back propelled me forward.

    -œBye, bye, sweetie, - the counter lady called out as I approached the
exit.   -œGood luck in college -- hope to see you around! -

   Trying to be polite, I smiled and waved goodbye.  Then Carrie pushed
open the doors and I followed her outside.  Only to be greeted by an older
couple walking toward the shop!

    -œOh my! - the white-haired woman gasped at the sight of me, naked as
a jaybird in broad daylight --

   Carrie giggled, and the other girls pushed me to keep me moving, as I
stepped into the warm afternoon air.  Before I knew it, my friends had me
by the hands, pulling me toward Alicia -(TM)s car.  I skipped over the
parking lot asphalt, and they opened the driver side back door for me to
climb in.  I was on my hands and knees crawling across the upholstery as
Carrie came sliding in behind me.

    -œNow that -(TM)s an inviting position, - she chuckled.

   Oh how I wished she had something to stick up there!  I found myself
really flushed and excited -- I even wiggled my butt in her face, but then
the car started and we were pulling back out onto the street.  The motion
of the vehicle kind of dropped me back into a sitting position, although
one leg was lifted up on the seat with my foot tucked beneath me, knee
sticking out, while my other leg was stretched forward, hiding nothing.

    -œHey, Lisa! - Carrie looked at me, then pointed her chin up at the
front passenger seat.   -œAfter we drop off Erica, and go back to your
house, can we go swimming? -

   The blonde maneuvered herself around so she could address us both.  
-œWell, I -(TM)m not letting you borrow one of my bathing suits, so what do
you have in mind? -

   Here, Carrie glanced at me and licked her lips, then answered almost
with a purr,  -œI -(TM)m just dying to strip off this dress -- you know I
-(TM)m not wearing anything underneath -- and maybe I could go
skinny-dipping? -

   Her words had an incredible effect on me, as I pictured her taking off
her clothes in Lisa -(TM)s back yard and jumping into the pool.  Maybe
afterward she would be laying out, catching some sun, totally nude.  I didn
-(TM)t realize it, but my hand had drifted down and started rubbing my
pussy.

    -œSo just how horny are you? - Lisa mocked me.

   I blushed, to be caught masturbating in my best friend -(TM)s car, I
mean right in front of two other girls!  This was unbelievable, and I was
going to be in college in just a few months!  But the more I thought about
the day -(TM)s events, the closer I was bringing myself to the edge --

    -œAll right, Erica, here -(TM)s the plan.  We -(TM)ll take you home so
you could finish whatever you need to do.  Then later tonight, I want you
to join us at my graduation party. -

    -œBut, but -- - I stammered, still gliding a finger over my soft lower
lips.   -œWon -(TM)t there be other students there?  Friends from school
who all saw me -- -

   Lisa grinned her evil grin and replied,  -œWell, yes, they -(TM)ve all
seen you naked.  So now maybe they would like to see you when you -(TM)re
dressed!  I expect you to be there no later than 10:00pm -

    -œBut how will I explain -- oh my, that will be so embarrassing! -

   Turning to face Alicia who was about to drive onto my block, Lisa said,
-œI think there is a little league game scheduled at the park today.  Why
don -(TM)t we head over there and drop Erica off -- -

    -œNo, no! - I cried and brought my knees together, hugging my body.  
-œI -(TM)ll come to your graduation party, Lisa!  I -(TM)m sure it will be
fun. -

    -œOh, it will be, - the bossy blonde said with a mischievous glint in
her eye.   -œIt will be. -



   22  -" Lisa -(TM)s Party

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Ace of Spades.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   It was the Ten of Clubs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Ooooh!" I moaned with breathless passion.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Near the entrance to the house, I found some beer cans and an ashtray. I
figured this was a good start, so I did my best to squat down by bending at
the knees, and picked up the trash.  Maybe this wouldn -(TM)t be so bad, I
thought to myself as I headed for the next room.

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

   "Wow, Erica, you look so good!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   I just hoped it wouldn't be as eventful!



   23  -" Erica Campus

   I had procrastinated all summer, and my first year in college was about
to start.  It was just around the corner.  But in order to complete my
registration for classes, I had to get my school medical records in order.
This could have been done much earlier in the year, even when I was still
in high school, getting the proper shots and physicals and making sure the
paperwork was forwarded to my college.  But I guess I had been distracted.

   So here it was, early September, and I found myself sitting in the
campus health office.  My legs were crossed and dangled over the side of
the examination table, while I fidgeted and twisted my hands in my lap. 
Alicia and Carrie had been good enough to drive me up to our new college,
and I had promised them this wouldn't take too long.  Unfortunately, this
process was taking longer than I expected.

   The health official returned to the room, a clipboard tucked beneath her
arm, and stethoscope hanging around her neck.  "All right, Erica.  Let's
just check your breathing and we'll be almost finished."

   I hated how she spoke to me like a child.  It made it sound more like I
was seeing a pediatrician, than the nurse at my college's health office! 
Oh well, I suppose it didn't help, the way I was dressed.  I was wearing my
denim overalls, and had a white long-sleeved top beneath.

   The much taller woman stepped behind me, and pressed her fingers against
my back.  "Let's undo these straps, so I can get a better listen."

   For some reason, I gulped, and nervously unclipped the button on one of
my overalls straps.  Then I undid the other one, slipping both straps off
my arms.  Now with the material unobstructed, the nurse was able to take
the bottom of my shirt and lift higher, all the way up my back.  I wasn't
wearing a bra.  And when she placed that cold metal stethoscope against my
bare skin, I believe my nipples instantly hardened and poked straight out!

   With my hands on my knees, I did as I was instructed, taking deep
breaths and allowing the nurse to continue her examination.  But then she
came around to stand in front of me, so that she could listen to my heart.
As she moved closer to my body and reached out to touch my shirt-covered
breast, I could smell her intoxicating perfume.  I started to twitch and
swing the overalls straps anxiously in my hands.

   "You know, Erica," the nurse paused and explained, "this would be much
easier if we just got these things off you!"

   Hearing the frustration in her voice, I simply nodded my little chin,
while kicking off both my sneakers to let them drop to the floor.  Then I
hopped down from the examination table so that I could lower my overalls
and step out of the pants legs.  Once removed, the nurse took these and
folded them at the end of the table.  I was left standing in only a white
pullover top that came down to my bellybutton, ankle socks, and pink pair
of panties!

   "Those are cute," the woman remarked as she clicked around in her heels.


   I was so busy blushing, that when she asked me to lift my shirt a
little, I did not even hesitate.  I raised the fabric until my bare abdomen
was in view, gripping my hands tight just beneath my breasts.  Fortunately,
the nurse did not ask me to take the top completely off, or she would have
seen how erect my nipples were!  However, she did place one hand lightly on
my back, and reached beneath the front of my shirt to put the stethoscope
on my chest.  This caused me to suck a quick intake of air, and even made
me rise up on my toes.

   The nurse, very clinically, moved the cold metal piece across my chest.
At times, she did in fact brush my extended nipples.  But then she would
bring her stethoscope lower, pressing down on my stomach, and just below my
navel.  I felt my pussy quiver at her palpitations!  And then thankfully,
she finished her examination.

   "Very good, Erica.  Everything seems to be normal.  Now if you will just
step onto the scale over here, and then we'll be done --" the woman
instructed.

   I pulled down my shirt and scampered to the other side of the room in my
panties, nearly slipping as my socks glided across the floor.  I was a
little embarrassed with my butt and bare slender legs on display.  The
woman had me step onto the scale platform, arms at my sides.  I tried to
present my best posture.

   "How old are you, Erica?" the nurse asked as she adjusted the scale's
weights.

   I watched her pull up the vertical measuring rule, unfolding the metal
piece until it touched the top of my head.

   "Eighteen," I answered softly.

   She grunted something and then scratched some marks onto her clipboard.
After a few minutes, she told me I could step off the scale.  I walked back
toward the middle of the room, and then stood with my hands clasped in
front of my panties.

   "Well, Erica, you certainly appear to be healthy and fit," the nurse
said by way of conclusion.  "A little slim, I suppose, but all your vitals
are very good.  I have no problem clearing you for registration."

   Breathing a sigh of relief, I let my hands separate, arms dangling at my
sides.  I was given a health form that said I was approved to sign up for
classes, and instructed to take this to the Registrar's Office.

   The tall woman smiled at me and said, "When you've finished with your
business, I need you to return that form to me.  I will be here for the
rest of the day."

   Again, I slowly nodded, showing that I understood her directions.  And
then I was apparently dismissed, as the nurse collected her things and
proceeded to walk out the door.  I was left alone for a moment to collect
my own thoughts and sort out my undulating emotions.  For some reason, I
felt butterflies in my tummy.

   Just as I was about to gather my discarded overalls, Alicia and Carrie
suddenly burst into the office.

   "Come on, Erica!" my friends chimed together.  Then Alicia said, "We
didn't expect to have to wait for you all day.  Are you done yet?"

   I blushed at first, caught in my underwear and little socks.  "I'm --
I'm finished.  I just have to bring this form to Registrar's --"

   "Hmmm -- Let me see that," Carrie quickly stepped forward and snatched
the paper from my fingers.

   Clasping my hands behind my back, I watched the strawberry-blonde girl
scan the rather uninteresting document.  Then she passed it to Alicia, who
had been standing with her arms folded.  Before I knew it, Carrie was
standing toe-to-toe with me, smiling at me, and placed her hands on my
hips. She playfully snapped the elastic of my panties on one side -- and
then started to actually tug them lower!

   "What -- what are you doing?" I gasped.

   Carrie squatted as she pulled my underwear down so that my smooth vulva
was in view and in front of her face.  "I'm stripping you, silly!"

   I shivered as she breathed the words onto my hairless pussy.When she
told me to lift, all I could do was obediently raise my leg, allowing her
to take the panties completely off my feet.  I saw that Alicia only stood
by and chuckled!

   Carrie stood up again, eyeing my half-naked figure, twirling the
delicate pink fabric around her finger.  She casually strolled behind me
where she then smacked my bare ass, causing me to jump a little.  But then
she rubbed slow sensual circles over the stinging cheek.  It felt really
nice, but whenever Carrie did this, it usually meant she was about to coax
me into doing something.

   The buxom blonde was now standing fully behind me, and she gripped the
bottom of my shirt, beginning to lift.  Now I was struck breathless as my
perky tits popped into view with elongated nipples quivering up and down.
Carrie leaned in close and spoke into my ear.

   "Because you made us wait outside for so long, Erica, we are going to
let you deliver that health form in the nude!"

   My eyes went wide, as I reached up with both my hands to squeeze my
breasts.  "You mean -- totally nude?"

   "Yeah!" Carrie giggled.  "Won't that be so exciting!"

   Finally, I broke free of that wild girl's clutches, nearly stumbling
into Alicia.  I straightened my shirt as I spun around and said, "Wait a
minute -- I'm new on this campus; I haven't even begun classes!  I get be
caught running around naked!"

   I looked back to Alicia for support, but she only poked me in the ass
and said, "How about this, Erica -- we can give you back your panties, but
then you have to go to the Registrar's Office topless.  Or you can keep
your shirt, but you'll have to make the trip bottomless!"

   Leaning against the examination table, Carrie clapped her hands and
squealed with delight.  Frankly, I wasn't too sure about either
proposition. I mean, either way, I would be flashing around my pink bits!
Why couldn't they just let me get dressed?  But I already saw Carrie take
my folded-up overalls and hug them against her body.  I suppose my
underwear was in that pile as well.

   "All right, I'll keep my shirt," I said after some thought.

   Truthfully, I was embarrassed about the hardened state of my nipples and
didn't want them exposed.  And I guess I've always been insecure about my
smallish breasts.  Self-consciously, I tugged on the end of my white top,
but the fabric barely stretched down to my hips.  With a nervous sigh, I
folded my hands over my pussy.

   Alicia walked around to join Carrie by the table, and patted the leather
upholstery.  "Oh, Erica, would you just climb up here and lie down for a
second?"

   Uncertain of what she had in mind, and more concerned about the whole
situation, I shuffled over and hopped up on the table.  When I stretched my
legs straight out, I shyly placed a hand over my pussy.  Even though these
girls had seen me naked before, I was still embarrassed.  I was taken by
surprise when Alicia lifted my foot and pulled off the ankle sock!

   "Wha -- Why did you do that?" I asked, even as my friend tugged off the
other sock.

   Rubbing my bare feet, the brunette answered, "Well, if you're going to
be bottomless, then that means nothing on beneath your waist!"

   "Oh!" I said, while Alicia continued to play with my feet.  "But I
thought I could at least wear my shoes --"

   My friend still had a foot in her hand, gently lifting and easing my leg
back and forth, teasing my pretty little toes.

   "Nope," she said simply.

   And then Carrie grabbed my hands, and pulled me off the examination
table.  My butt made an un-sticking sound as I was lifted off the leather.
Briefly, I looked around, and saw no sign of the rest of my clothes.  I
turned to the strawberry-blonde for an explanation.

   "I had to hide them out of view," Carrie said nonchalantly.  "So the
nurse wouldn't get suspicious.  They should be here when we get back --"

   Amazed, I could only watch her swing her curvy hips as she headed for
the door.  Alicia passed by my side, pausing to pat me on the behind.  She
offered some encouraging words and then she too started leaving the room. I
had no choice but to follow after.

   This was so crazy!  I was only wearing one piece of clothing!  Of course
I hadn't thought this through.  But if I had chosen to go topless, at least
I would have been wearing my panties and sneakers.  I bet that would have
been a cute sight!  Now, I was left to creep forward on my bare tiptoes,
sticking my head out into the hallway to make sure it was clear.

   When me feet slapped onto the cold tiles, it then struck me that I was
actually inside a building on campus, with my crotch and ass completely on
display!  All the excitement certainly caused my body to react in unwanted
ways, and I know my pink labia were unfolded and visible.  This, Carrie was
quick to point out.

   "Oh, you look so adorable," she giggled.  "Pretty soon, it will be
poking out --"

   I couldn't believe she was say such a thing out loud!  And here I was
hoping not to draw any attention.  The girls walked on either side of me,
and I had to admit that the breeze blowing across my bare lower half was
very stimulating.  Occasionally they would reach out to pinch or tickle my
butt, making me very horny!  Thankfully, it was still a few days before the
semester began, so the building was empty as I continued my bottomless
stroll.

   Unfortunately, when we rounded the corner and stepped into the corridor
leading to the exit, I saw the door starting to open!  My friends acted
quickly, shuffling in front of me, just as a guy and a girl came walking in
our direction.  I slipped directly behind Carrie and we backed up against
the wall to let these people pass.  They looked like students, possibly in
our freshman class.  It would be so humiliating to be caught like this! 
Clutching onto my taller friend's shoulders, I was afraid, but also turned
on.  I began rubbing myself against Carrie, grinding my crotch into her
ass. As I slowly bounced on my toes, my shirt began to ride up until my
bare stomach brushed her back.

   The college students continued down the hallway, walking past the three
of us and giving us a smile and a pleasant hello.  I shifted and maneuvered
myself constantly, so that my body was never in view, just my face peeking
over Carrie's shoulder.  After the couple had disappeared beyond the
corner, the buxom blonde stepped away from me and turned around.

   I looked down to see that my top had lifted practically to my chin,
leaving my breasts totally exposed with nipples throbbing.  My arms were
still covered, but everything from my neck down was now on display!

   "Careful, Erica, you almost lost your shirt!" Carrie moved closer again,
placing her hand between my tits.  "And you were getting the back of my
shorts damp, tee-hee!"

   She giggled as she then helped lower my top, pulling it back down to my
midriff.  But before turning from me, she stuck the length of her middle
finger all the way inside my lubricated pussy!  Carrie slid her finger out
slowly, pausing to tickle my special spot.

   "Mmmmm," I shuddered and groaned.

   The eighteen-year-,old vixen licked my juices of her finger, and winked
at me.  Alicia, however, was quick to grab my elbow before I could start
rubbing myself.

   "Come on, girls!" she said.  "We had best get going before Erica looses
control."

   And just like that, we were marching toward the door.  With Alicia still
holding, even dragging me, by my one arm and my other hand clutching the
health form -- I had no way to cover up.  My tight naked ass bounced and
wiggled as I padded barefoot across the floor.

   Carrie moved ahead of us on her long shapely legs, opening the door to
check that no one else was around.  She waved Alicia and me forward, and
they ushered me outside.  Immediately, the bright sunlight hit my legs and
toes and tickled my pussy, bathing me in a warm feeling in my tummy.  It
felt so amazing to be standing out here on my new college campus, wearing
just a pullover shirt!  Of course, it helped that there was not a lot of
activity going on, and it seemed relatively quiet.

   I noticed, thankfully, that Alicia had parked her car nearby, right up
against the curb.  Apparently she was not too concerned with getting a
ticket from the campus security.  I figured that was another good sign,
that I didn't see anyone patrolling this area, so we were probably alone.
In general, the campus had a nice secluded feel to it, with rows of maple
trees lining the streets and walkways.

   Carrie and I jiggled down the pavement; me because my butt was exposed,
and Carrie because her body was just naturally made for jiggling!  Alicia
opened up the back seat passenger side door, and I waited for her to let me
in.  I watched her bend over, as if she was rummaging around for something,
and then she straightened and turned around.

   "Here you go, Erica!" Alicia exclaimed and presented me with a handsome
black portfolio.

   I stood there for a moment, one hand covering my pussy, and asked,
"What's this?"

   "Well, I figured you could use a little protection -- so why don't you
place your health form in this folder, and you can carry it in front of
you." Alicia smiled at her generosity.

   I blinked, suddenly comprehending.  "You mean you aren't going to just
drive me to the Registrar's Office?"

   Both the girls laughed and Carrie said, "Now what would be the point of
taking your pants, underwear, shoes and socks, if we didn't make you walk
bottomless across the campus!"

   "Look, you've got your top on," Alicia added, "so you're decent from the
waist up.  Now if we run into anybody, you just keep that binder in front
of your crotch!"

   Carrie chimed in helpfully, "And I'll be sure to keep my hands on your
buns, so that no one sees your cheeks!"

   Oh my gosh -- I was so embarrassed, wondering exactly what would
happened!  As we made our way down the silent sidewalk, I firmly gripped
the portfolio so that it covered me from my pubic mound down to the middle
of my thighs.  We eventually reached the wider street that had to be
crossed, since the administrative building was on the other side of the
campus.  But first we had to wait as a car drove by on the road in front of
us.  The girls were on either side of me, and I just stood there in my bare
feet, knowing that my little button was poking out of its hood. 
Thankfully, the black binder effectively hid my pink parts.

   After the way was clear, we dashed through the crossway, my toes arched
as I scampered over the blacktop paving.  Then there was a path that cut
across a wide green lawn, and now I noticed more students about.  They
weren't close by, but Alicia and Carrie huddled near in case they had to
quickly cover my backside.  As we proceeded to walk out in the open, my
friends assured me that at this distance, no one would be able to detect
anything.

   And then I spotted someone walking down the same path, heading toward
us! I pressed the leather-bound folder tightly against my thighs, and
pointed with my other hand.  Panicking, I almost dropped my covering
completely and streaked across the open field.  But Alicia gripped my arm
and urged me to stand my ground.  I shyly rubbed my toes behind my other
leg, and waited for this guy to approach.  At least if I had some shoes on,
I wouldn't feel so naked!

   Lugging a backpack over his shoulder, he walked down the path with his
head down, not paying us much attention.

   Just as he passed Alicia to my side, Carrie suddenly twirled around and
brought her back against mine -- eclipsing my smaller form and hiding my
bare bottom.  On top of that, she teased and pulled on the tresses of her
red-golden hair, even playing with the waistband of her shorst.  The guy
cast a backward glance over his shoulder, caught one sight of Carrie, and
stumbled in his tracks.  I hadn't realized it at first, but she had lowered
the back of her shorts and slid her panties down a little so that she could
rub her butt against mine!  Meanwhile, this guy thought she was flirting
with him!  Thank goodness for my friend's flirtatious antics, as now he was
the one embarrassed and he scrambled to continue on his way without
tripping over his feet.

   After this poor young man was out of sight, we all burst out laughing,
and Carrie readjusted and pulled up her underwear.

   "You're too much!" Alicia said smiling, but shook her head.

   I was smiling too, until I looked at Carrie in front of me, and realized
that I no longer had my ass protected!  "Oh my gosh, we should get going!"

   "Whatever you say, Sweet Cheeks!" Carrie giggled, emphasizing her point
as she reached around to slap my rear end.

   The three of us moved at a quicker pace, heading toward the main
buildings.  Being the shortest, I had to hurry my steps so that I wouldn't
fall behind the other girls.  I wanted them close by, especially as I could
see more people in the area.  Oh, why did they ever make me do this!  As
humiliating as it was to have my butt on display, and there was nothing I
could do about it, I still felt my nipples inexplicably stiffen.

   As we drew near the edge of the path, I could make out groups of young
men and women passing into and out of the building.  There were people on
marble benches, too, that were spread across the plaza.  This was the
center that had a lot of the classrooms, as well as the campus bookstore
and cafeteria.  It was likely to be crawling with students, even before
school officially started.  But across the plaza on the left, was the
administrative building that I needed to reach, in order to deliver my
health form and register.

   I tugged on Alicia's shirt, signaling for her to stop.  "Wait a moment
-- I remember that there is another entrance to that building.  There are
steps along the side!"

   "I don't know, Erica," my friend frowned as I tried to urge her in a
different direction, heading off the path.

   Carrie tugged at my own shirt, the only piece of clothing I was wearing.
"Yeah, I was kind of hoping you would be brave enough to walk across the
plaza."

   "I don't think I can!" I protested, my eyes wide.

   "Not challenging enough for you, huh?" Carrie continued to tease, now
playing with the ends of my soft brown hair.  "Tell you what -- let me hold
onto the binder, then take off your shirt -- and I dare you to walk up to
the building stark naked!"

   "No way!" I nearly shouted, though I was mighty tempted, almost
mesmerized by my friend's sensuous curves and ruby lips.

   Determined to keep my resolve, and what was left of my dignity intact, I
shrugged my arms free and started to inch away from the girls.  When my
bare feet found the green grass of the lawn, I turned around and began
creeping toward the hedges that ran along the base of the administrative
building.  I knew Alicia and Carrie's eyes were fixed on my cute little
ass, I just hoped no one else was watching!  But I was also aware of my
labia hanging down, and I was sure that my pussy lips were visible from
behind.

   Walking in a half-crouch, I tried my best to pull my shirt further down.
It was no use, since the material wouldn't even stretch past my
bellybutton.I paused behind the concealment of some shrubbery, wondering
how I was going to do this.  Beyond the long row of leafy hedges, I saw the
start of white marble steps climbing up toward the building.

   Suddenly, a shadow fell over me -- I raised my head to see Alicia and
Carrie standing next to me.  They had decided to help me along, after all!
But first, the girls reached down and grabbed me under each of my arms, and
gently lifted me to my feet.  The motion caused my shirt to ride up a
little so that for a moment, my shaved pink pussy was not covered and
clearly on display!

   "Oooh, someone's kitty wants to come out to play," Carrie giggled.  "Can
I pet her?"

   I quickly lowered my arm holding Alicia's black portfolio, and hid my
sensitive vulva.  "Let's just go and get this over with!"

   The girls had a nice little chuckle at my expense, but then they
gathered around me.  Alicia was on my side, and Carrie just a step behind,
which allowed me to walk across the lawn without my bottomless state being
too noticeable.  Although knowing that the strawberry-blonde young woman's
eyes were focused on my bare butt, had me blushing quite a bit!

   When we reached the side steps to the building, there was thankfully no
one in sight.  Taking a deep breath, I turned to my brunette friend,
Alicia.

   "They're not going to let me walk around like this inside, and they
certainly won't let me register.  Quick, take off your shorts and
flip-flops and let me wear them!"

   The girls exchanged amused glances, and then Alicia said, "Well I'll let
you borrow my flip-flops so you don't get caught running around barefoot.
But as for my shorts --"

   "You've made it this far," Carrie finished.  "Why cover up your bottom
now?"

   Damn!  I was hoping to strip one of my friends for once, and leave her
to wriggle in embarrassment.  Instead, I had to content myself with
watching Alicia step out of her flip-flops and kick them in my direction.
As I slid each thong between my toes, I realized they were a little big on
my petite feet, but I could certainly manage.

   "I guess I'll just wait out here," Alicia grumbled and folded her arms.

   I stood for a moment and gazed down my friend's shapely tanned legs,
ending with her own pretty feet arched on the white marble steps. 
Involuntarily, I licked my lips.  Then Carrie gave me a playful slap on the
ass, causing me to yelp, and face the doors.  Time for us to get going!

   Nervously, I looked over my shoulder, across the wide lawn of the
campus. I could see people in the distance, but no one close enough to see
what was going on.  Carrie had jogged ahead, and opened the building's side
entrance doors.  This left me to slap the rest of the way in Alicia's
borrowed flip-flops, with my naked ass on fully exposed.  The folder, I
kept firmly clamped over my hairless crotch.  Just before ducking inside, I
turned to see Alicia wink at me and blow a sarcastic kiss.

   As soon as I stepped inside, I could feel my heart pounding.  Here I
was, in one of the wings of my college Administrative Building, completely
bottomless!  I was excited, and aroused, and at the same time, scared to
death of getting caught.  Carrie gave me a reassuring little smile, then
nodded in the direction of some wide spiral stairs that wound their way up
to the second floor.  That was where the Office of the Registrar was
located.

   I looked around anxiously, but the two of us were alone at the foot of
the stairway.  Should I go first, I wondered, even as I lifted my leg to
the step.  I mean, I would have my front covered with Alicia's folder.  But
my supple bottom would be at the mercy of my friend's wandering hands.  At
least she would shield me from anyone coming up the stairs behind us.

   Of course, just as I feared, when I had climbed halfway up about five or
six steps, Carrie placed her fingertips on my butt!  I froze -- it felt
like she spread my ass cheeks apart!  I nearly dropped the portfolio with
my papers.

   "Carrie -- what are you doing?" I gasped.

   A few steps below me, the girl continued to fondle my behind and said,
"Just examining you, Erica.  Your butt is blushing -- it's all pink and
rosy!  And I can see how excited you are just between your legs.  I bet
your nipples are so hard, right now."

   "No they're not!" I hushed her, even though they were.  "Stop it,
Carrie! You're making me -- very -- horny!"

   Over my shoulder, I saw Carrie give me a self-satisfied smirk as she
continued to rub my ass.  "Mmmm-hmmm -- as if you weren't already!"

   My legs felt weak, like Jell-o, and I almost slipped off Alicia's
flip-flops.  I was afraid where Carrie was going with this.  It would be
one thing to get caught without any pants on.  But I imagined people
walking down the stairs to find me getting eaten out on these college
steps! That would be pretty embarrassing!  With a moan of frustration, I
bravely gripped the black folder hiding my erect clitoris, and started
climbing up the stairs again.

   While I fretfully tousled my hair with a free hand, I could hear the
strawberry-blonde giggling behind me.  And then she skipped up the flight
of stairs to walk next to me as we turned the corner.  At first I was
relieved that she was on my side, and not playing with my naked bottom. 
But then I got frightened again, feeling all exposed an drafty back there.
How strange that Carrie was my security blanket as well as my biggest
tormentor, all at once and the same time!

   "Oh, calm down, Erica!" she said, putting an affectionate arm around me
and squeezing.  "Look -- there's the office right up ahead, and not even a
line!"

   I noticed then that we had reached the hallway of the second floor,
luxurious in its rich red carpeting and all the scholastic tapestries. 
Looking around at the surroundings that were still fairly new to me, I
momentarily lost my sense of awareness.  Lowering my arm, I casually swung
the folder at my side, as we walked down the corridor.  Carrie grinned, but
then admonished me just before we approached the doorway.

   "Don't walk in there with your pussy showing," she said in a loud
whisper.

   Oh my goodness, she was right!  Even though hearing her talking about my
naughty parts made me shiver with delight, I recovered my bearings in time
to slap that portfolio below my bellybutton just as we crossed into the
office.  It appeared that there were only a few admissions staff workers
behind the large counter, and they did not note our entrance.

   I walked right up to the tall station, which came up to about my
breasts, and laid the black binder on top.  Hopefully, Carrie would take
care of protecting my bottom, while behaving herself!  Luckily, we were the
only two students here.  God, I wanted to get this over with!

   "Um, hi --" I started, slipping a foot out of Alicia's flip-flop to
nervously rub my toes behind my other leg.  "I'm -- I'm here to register
for classes."

   An older lady with glasses and white curly hair turned around to regard
me.  "Oh, hello dear.  Register for classes, did you say?  Seems a little
late, with the term starting in a couple of days.  You must be new --"

   And bottomless, I thought to myself.  Behind me, I heard Carrie rustling
one of those fold out registration guides that spread out like a newspaper,
listing all the available classes.  I felt her approach me, leaning the
paper against my lower back and butt.  The hair on my neck stood on end, I
had goose pimples, a blushed bright red.  I suppose the lady just thought
it was Freshman nervousness.  Conscious of my uncovered pussy opening up, I
mumbled something about my health form and handed her the paper.

   "You know, Erica," the lady commented as she reviewed the form and
supplied me with a pen and class schedule.  "If you had submitted this
earlier, you could have been registered by now.  I'm afraid all the classes
you wanted to take might be filled up already"

   "Oh, that's all right," Carrie chimed in over my shoulder.  "Erica is
undecided as a major, so she can sign up anything.  She just wants to
experience it all!"

   I tried to ignore my friend's melodic voice, her sweet breath in my ear.
But then she whipped away the registration schedule and placed it on top
the high counter.  I was left standing bottomless in front of the
Registrar!

   In the next moment, a couple of other students walked in through the
door t the other side of the office.  A guy and a girl, I think they
glanced in my direction, but Carrie quickly sidestepped and blocked me from
their view.  Unfortunately, this meant my cute little ass was hanging bare
out in the open.  Hoping no one would enter behind me, I spread my legs
slightly and stood on my toes so I could continue filling out my schedule.
It was hard to concentrate, knowing that my pussy lips were peeking out
between my legs, and I nervously hooked a strand of hair behind my ear. 
This was so hot!  All I could think about as I aimlessly selected classes,
was that when I took these classes, I would always remember I had signed up
for them half-naked.  At one point, I reached down and touched my shaved
vulva.

   Finally, I managed to get through this exercise, which seemed to take
forever.  Signing my name with trembling fingers, I handed the schedule
back to the Registrar lady.

   "Oh no, this will never do," she replied.  "See here, young lady?  There
is a conflict between these two classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays.  You can
keep one, but you will have to pick something else to put in that slot."

   Across from us, I heard the other two students chuckle.  I felt like
such a child!  I guess they were older and had no problem filling out their
schedules.  Or maybe they were making changes to maximize their free time
and signing up with the best professors.  All I knew was that I felt
humiliated and incredibly horny.  Blushing, I crossed out the one offending
class and scanned the sheet for a suitable replacement.  The room felt so
warm, I started fidgeting with the bottom of my shirt, lifting it until my
bellybutton was exposed.  I wished I could take it off completely.

   Oh my gosh -- then I would be standing totally nude in front of
everyone!

   "Erica, let me help you," Carrie offered, seeing me at a loss.  "You can
take this seminar here.  I signed up for that one, too!"

   I simply nodded my head, unable to find the words to speak.  My mind was
in a haze -- the longer we stayed here, the more I was growing aroused. 
Again, I heard the older students snickering at my indecision and
hesitation.  Thank goodness that my busty, curvy friend was able to block
the side of my body, or they would have seen my bare hip and leg.  And
maybe something else, which was poking out of its hood!  I slid the class
schedule back to the lady, and then turned my head in time to see the
nineteen or twenty-year-olds shuffle out of the office.

   "Hear you go, Dear," the Registrar gave me back my health form, even
placing it in Alicia's folder for me.  "Now you are all set to begin your
first term.  You must be so excited!"

   My eyes were wide, my butt clenched reflexively, and I knew I was wet
down there.  Carrie and I had to get out of here, or I was afraid I might
have an orgasm right in the Administrative Building!  What were my friends
thinking, sending me up here wearing so little?

   "You should go first," Carrie whispered and nudged me with her arm.

   I paused, hoping that the woman behind the counter would go back to her
clerical duties and not pay any attention to us.  Of course, I realized
that I would need to turn around and I was worried about revealing my bare
ass.  Instead, I gripped Alicia's folder containing my health form and
class schedule, pulling it down fast to cover my crotch.  I then took
several slow steps, walking backward and easing away from the counter.  The
lady eyed me curiously, and Carrie watched with an amused expression.  I
just hoped that no one would walk up behind me, or that I wouldn't back
into anyone.

   Fortunately, my friend had the good sense to briskly walk around me, and
make sure the hallway outside was clear.  But before I could finally make
my escape, the old lady offered a parting bit of advice.

   "Erica, I wouldn't wear such tiny shorts to your classes!"

   Oh, oh!  If only she knew I wasn't wearing any shorts or underwear at
all!  Ashamed, I nodded by head, and then practically stumbled into
Carrie's waiting arms.  She gripped my shoulders tight, gradually spinning
me around.  My back was pressed hard against her body.  I almost started
grinding my butt against her crotch!

   "No time for that, sweetie," She purred in my ear.  "Just keep walking
--"

   In this fashion, we awkwardly made our way back down the corridor. 
Carrie stepped in time with my heels, and I kept that portfolio held tight
over my tingling pussy.  Her scent and close embrace was driving me crazy,
but it was a good thing we stuck together.  More students passed us in both
directions.  There was no way I would have been able to hide my rear if she
had been strolling casually at my side!  The thought of how vulnerable I
was had my heart beating fast, and my tummy fluttering.  As we began to
descend the winding staircase, a couple of female students came bounding up
toward us.

   "Nice legs!" one of them teased and they giggled as they passed us on
the stairs.

   I realized now that while the flare of my hips and lower regions were
effectively covered, I was still showing a lot of skin; from the tops of my
thighs all the way down my slender legs, to the tips of my pretty toes, my
feet nearly falling out of Alicia's flip flops.  Blushing, I heard the
heavy footsteps of a man walking down the steps above us.  Carrie and I
froze, and then edged our way to the side of the wall.

   He looked like he might be one of the professors -- dressed in a brown
tweed suit; balding and overweight, his arms burdened with a briefcase and
books.  The man paused when he reached the steps with Carrie and me,
peering at us from behind his glasses.  I guess we looked pretty indecent.
Nevertheless, my friend gave him a friendly hello, I'm sure with an
innocent smile.  Then the gentleman muttered in aggravation, as if he had
forgotten something.  He shifted his weight and started huffing his way
back up the stairs, the two of us soon forgotten.

   Carrie took this opportunity to give me a little shove, to get me moving
again.  Unfortunately, she caught me off guard.  I stumbled forward and
down the steps, with both arms flailing to keep my balance.  In this manner
and skidded down the last flight with my pussy and ass uncovered!  When I
landed on the level floor, I used my free hand to place in front of my
glistening crotch, and leaned my head against the binder in my other arm.
Carrie skipped down the remaining steps to join me.

   "Wasn't that fun!" she gave an exhilarating sigh.

   Pouting, I answered, "Look -- I just want to get back to the nurse's
office and put on some pants!"

   "Oh, all right," Carrie relented with a pout of her own, adding, "if you
insist."

   We then proceeded to walk toward the building's side entrance, and
pushed open the doors.  There was Alicia, who had apparently hoisted
herself up on the concrete perimeter that ran along either side of the
broad steps.  Swinging her legs and bare feet, she glared at me as we
approached.

   "You know, Erica, I've been spending a lot of the day waiting around for
you!" She frowned at me standing below her, shyly clutching her binder in
front of my privates.  "First you took forever getting that health
examination.  And now you made me stay out here alone while you registered
for your classes.  What took you so long?"

   "I'm sorry," I said meekly.

   Suddenly Carrie stepped purposely between us.  "Let me hold on to your
folder, Erica, while you remove the flip-flops and give them back to
Alicia."

   "Oh, but -- I can just slip them off --" I started to protest, unwilling
to loose my pubic shield.

   Alicia leaned back on her hands, and stretched one of her legs in front
of me, wiggling her toes in my face.  "Fine, but I want you to put them on
my feet, like a good little bottomless servant!  After all, it might make
up for all the trouble you've made me put up with."

   This last bit, she added with a sly smile, as if she were up to
something.  But I suppose my friend did have a point.  She was nice enough
to drive me up to the college in the first place, and lend me her
flip-flops.  I bit my lip and looked at Carrie.  Then, reluctantly, I
handed the black portfolio to the buxom strawberry-blonde.  Immediately, I
clasped both my hands over my bare pussy.

   In this position, I bashfully slid first one foot, and then the other
out of Alicia's shoes.  My toes curled on the marble warmed by the angle of
the sun.  Now I had to bend down at my knees to pick up the borrowed
flip-flops.  The whole time, I kept one eye on the building's doors. 
Without the folder, or anything on my feet, I felt so naked out here!

   I needed both my hands now to hold Alicia's bare heel and submissively
pull the thong of her flip-flop between her toes.  Beneath the hem of my
shirt, my pink pussy lips parted, letting my labia hang out.  This was so
embarrassing!  But as soon as both flip-flops were back on my brunette
friend's feet, she hopped off the ledge to land in front of me, making me
take a step back.

   "Thank you, Erica," she said sweetly.  "But it seems I've lent you two
of my things today: my shoes and my portfolio --"

   Standing with my arms dangling nervously at my sides, I tried to answer
enthusiastically, "Yes, Alicia, I really appreciate you helping me!"

   "Well, I think I'm still going to borrow something from you in return,"
my friend reached out to brush a lock of hair behind my ear.  "Your --
shirt!"

   Giggling with delight, Alicia had her fingers instantly on my shoulders,
grabbing at the material of my shirt.  I was totally defenseless!  She
pulled the fabric up my body, all the way to my neck -- then she pulled
even further, turning the shirt inside out as it wrapped around my head. 
In a blind panic, I took three steps backward.  Gleefully, Alicia tugged
the shirt toward her and it peeled entirely off my arms --

   Free of the soft, clingy material, I turned around dazed for a moment. I
blinked and saw Carrie pointing at me, her mouth hanging open.  My hand
grazed down my bare stomach.  I lowered my eyes, and saw my erect nipples
quivering.

   Oh my gosh -- I was stark naked on my college campus!

   No shoes, no shirt, I had absolutely nothing on!  My palms quickly
covered my small tits, and I swung my head around fearfully.

   "Alicia!" I cried, hopping on the steps of my school's Administration
Building, totally nude!

   My friends gingerly approached me, laughing and grinning.  They told me
not to make a scene, that I might draw other people's attention.  Alicia
plucked my class schedule and health form out of her folder, and held them
out to me.

   "Here you go, Erica," she said.  "I guess you can take these back to the
nurse."

   This was unbelievable.  One arm still slung across my chest, I actually
took the paperwork from her.  A handful of pages, that was all I had now. I
was afraid to cover my pussy, because the juices of my arousal would get
the papers wet.  And then the doors behind us were flung open.

   "Holy crap, there's a naked girl out here!" exclaimed a young male
voice.

   I turned halfway around to see a mixed group of college students.  They
had already seen my ass, I didn't want them to see my pink flower. 
Especially as my erect clitoris was sticking out!  My friends, Alicia and
Carrie just burst out laughing.  Well, at the sound of the approaching
voices, I was spurred into action --

   My fingers curled around the paperwork while my other arm flailed out at
my side and I ran down the steps of the building, cute little ass bouncing
all the way.  My bare feet hit the open lawn, and I streaked across the
campus field.  Fortunately classes were not in session yet, or there would
have likely been hundreds if not thousands of students around.  Still,
there were isolated pockets of people who saw me.  But I wasn't sure how
much detail they could make out, so I just kept running.

   Pumping my arms at my sides, my nipples poked straight ahead.  There was
a nice breeze blowing over my shaved pussy lips, but I didn't have time to
savor such sensations.  I had to get back to my clothes at the health
office!  When I reached the edge of the lawn, there were still paths and
intersections that I had to cross.  Completely naked, I jogged by some
people sitting on benches, and heard whistles and yells of delight.  But
then I realized the flaw in my brash, wild plan.

   Before I could reach the Health Office, I had to cross the two-lane road
bisecting the campus!  I actually had to stop and stand on the sidewalk,
waiting for the oncoming traffic to ease.  Shyly, I cupped my pussy with
one hand and stood on my bare toes, poised to run once the cars drove down
the street.  Each going in opposite direction, they honked their horns at
the sight of my nubile form, and then it was safe for me to pass.  As soon
as my feet slapped across the asphalt, I knew the drivers were turning to
check out my ass!

   Once on this side of the campus, I had to pick my way carefully, not
wanting to take a wrong turn and end up near the dormitories!  This meant
my progress was slowed to a crawl, and I found myself walking bare-assed
naked down the sidewalk.  At one point, I had to pass a fenced tennis
court, and about half a dozen college guys were staring at me.  I had to
admit, it made me feel kind of hot, but I was also embarrassed by this
brazen display of nudity.

   Across from the tennis court, I spotted the large white building that
housed the health office, and I hurried my pace.  Of course, I wiggled my
hips and shook my ass just a little, even slipping a finger inside my pussy
when I heard the whistles and cheering.  Now I crept forward as I closed in
on the door, not wanted to give a full frontal flash to any unsuspecting
campus visitors.

   Thankfully, it was still quiet as I stepped barefoot into the corridor.
I had the impression from the nurse that it was going to be a slow day. 
Well, it turned out to be pretty memorable for me!  I couldn't believe it
was almost over.  Tip-toeing down the hallway, I absently pinched and
stroked one of my nipples.

   I reached the examination room undetected, and placed my papers on a
nearby desk.  Letting out a sigh of relief, I stood in the center of the
room with my hands on my hips.  Now where did Carrie put my things? 
Suddenly, the door to the office opened behind me, causing me to jump --

   "Erica!" came the surprised voice of a woman, the college health
official.  "Why are you undressed?"

   I spun around, bright red, arms dropping at my sides to let her see me
in all my glory.  "Um -- I, that is -- I registered for classes and I'm
returning the health form!"

   The statuesque brunette brought a hand to her mouth, trying to hide a
smile.  "Yes, dear, but why did you take off all your clothes?"

   "Well, ma'am --" I started, stalling for time and thinking of an excuse.
Moving over to the table, I hopped up on its surface, spreading my knees
wide apart.  "I thought since I was here -- maybe I could get a complete
physical examination!"

   Eyeing me shrewdly, the college nurse glanced at the clock on the wall,
then instructed me to lay down completely.  This I did eagerly, with hands
trembling at my sides.  As I lay on the table fully nude, I watched her
retrieve her stethoscope and clipboard.  I noticed she didn't bother to
close the door as she clicked in her heels across the office.

   When the nurse placed her hands on my bare tummy, my whole body tingled!
I squirmed a little, and fear I may have let a moan escape my lips.  She
commented on the erect state of my nipples, and sensed that I was
experiencing more than embarrassment.  By the time she began the vaginal
examination, I was on the verge of an orgasm.  Very clinically, she softly
spread my pussy lips, remarking on the hyperextension of my clitoris.  The
nurse took great interest in slowly rubbing the small fleshy protrusion
between her thumb and forefinger, causing me to arch my back.

   "Aaaahh --" I gasped, unable to hold out much longer.

   At that moment, Carrie and Alicia walked into the room, carrying my
shirt and retrieving the rest of my clothes.  Just then, the nurse probed
my pussy -- sticking her finger deep inside my slit!

   My perky tits bouncing, nipples tall and quivering, I started to cum.  I
was so humiliated, as my juices flowed onto the brown leather of the
examination table, but it felt so good!  Looking between my legs, which the
nurse had lifted in each of her hands, I saw her give me an understanding
smile.  I then turned my head to see Alicia and Carrie standing there,
trying to conceal their laughter, and not doing a very good job!

   "As I noted, Erica, you are a very healthy young woman," the nurse
reaffirmed.

   She thanked me again for taking care of the registration paperwork, and
told me that I could get cleaned up and dressed.  Before exiting the room,
she paused between my friends and gave them this friendly advice:

   "Try to keep her out of trouble.  She's very excitable --"

   The two girls giggled, and promised they would look after me!  Like I
was some child under their guardianship!  But rather than be upset or
angry, as I sat up and rolled myself over on the table, being naked in the
room with Alicia and Carrie only made me horny.  When the nurse finally
left us alone, I started masturbating again -- face down, slipping an arm
between my legs, and bringing myself to have two more orgasms.

   "One for each of us," Carrie teased as she took a handful of tissues and
patted down my legs and pussy.

   Once I was able to put on my underwear, shirt, and overalls, Alicia
affectionately straightened and smoothed out my hair.

   What a way to begin college!



   24 - Erica and the Guard By Drew

    -œOH Erica, come ON, if you don -(TM)t hurry we -(TM)ll be late! -
Alicia warned, wagging her forefinger at me.

   We had to leave an hour early to Orientation, so Alicia could pay for
her parking sticker.  We knew there -(TM)d be a wait, thinking everyone
probably had the same idea as us.

   I pulled on my panties, grabbing the first t-shirt on the pile of clean
clothes on my bed, then pulled it on.  I didn -(TM)t have time to fuss with
a bra today, besides, I had my new sweater to wear over it.

   Since this wasn -(TM)t really a school day with classes, I didn -(TM)t
think it mattered how I was dressed.

   She was getting impatient.   -œLook Slowpoke, if we don -(TM)t get there
on time, I don -(TM)t get a parking sticker.  No sticker for me means we
take the train to school!  You and I! -

   I imagined fat old guys leering at me, and grubby young ones, and other
assorted creatures that inhabit public transportation, shivering.  I didn
-(TM)t want that!

   I slipped on my blue jeans.  I was ready to go, but my pointy nipples
could be plainly seen through my t-shirt!  I thought maybe I should wear
the sweater now.  It was a beautiful oversized angora button up.

    -œI'm coming, I -(TM)m coming, just give me a minute, - I scolded her,
while putting on my Nikes.

    -œWe -(TM)ve got to leave right now Erica!  Come on! - she yelled,
grabbing me hard by the arm.  I had just enough time to grab my purse.

   Outdoors, It was getting cooler out now, and shivering, my nipples
proved it.

   We ran out the door to Alicia -(TM)s car.

    -œAlicia!  We -(TM)re not that late! -

   Today was the first day of school, for freshmen anyway, and Alicia and I
were to get our syllabuses.  First we had to go to Orientation though,
after the parking thing at Security.

   We drove the miles in silence, each of us wondering what the year would
bring us.  I was getting excited, College!  No more High School, or high
school pranks!

   The parking lot wasn -(TM)t full yet, but would be by eight.

   Campus security was behind Administration, and to get there we decided
to walk, as there was no parking to be had close to the Security building.

    -œCome on silly, this -(TM)ll only take a minute.  Then we gotta go to
Admin, and after that we -(TM)ll meet everyone at the Quad, - Alicia
stated with certainty.

   I wondered if I -(TM)d see Lisa and Carrie.  I was sure I would, sooner
or later.  I wondered how Lisa would handle being the Freshman rather than
top Senior, the bossy b*tch!  And Carrie, my panties were damp just
thinking of her.

   We both walked quickly around Admin, walking its long length past the
side door where I -(TM)d lost my pants and flip-flops to Alicia.  I
shuddered, remembering my bottomless venture through those doors the last
time, thanks to Alicia and Carrie.

   At last we reached the Security building.

   The long Security building was actually modern for the school.  Modern
ugly.  It looked like a doublewide trailer with wooden steps leading to a
small platform before the door.  At some time it -(TM)d been painted white.
Now it was gray, with splinters.

   Sure enough, there was a long line of young guys and girls hanging out
there talking, sitting on the sidewalk in little groups, cell phones and
Ipods glued to their ears.

    -œGood!  This isn -(TM)t too bad Erica!  Wait right here while I get
what I need. - She said, moving towards end of the line.  I stood alone on
the sidewalk, watching everything and everyone.

   Alicia, standing in line, moved closer and closer to the trailer door,
which was standing open.  Inside I saw a few Security people inside
standing around and one uniformed Woman sitting at a card table, doing
paperwork as students walked in.

   I was bored senseless, just hanging out when Lisa and Carrie seemed to
appear out of nowhere!

    -œWell hi little Erica, - Lisa grinned menacingly, emphasizing 
-œlittle. -

   Carrie appeared by my side, rubbing my arm.   -œBrrrrr, I didn -(TM)t
bring a sweater Erica, I'm glad you did, - she grinned and winked.

   Carrie leaned in close to me, whispering,  -œMmm, this sweater feels
good Erica, angora!  I -(TM)m so cold, and here you are, all snug and
comfy. Can I get in? - she asked as she grabbed the open side of the
sweater and tried to stretch it around her, pulling me tight into a
sideways hug.  Her tit was pressing my arm, and she was right!  Her skin
was cold.  Her nipple was hard!

    -œSo what are ya waiting for Erica, give it to her! - Lisa ordered,
now interested.  Most of the time she seemed uninterested in Carrie -(TM)s
antics with me.

    -œYour face is red, Erica, - Lisa said,  -œYou look warm enough, -

   Ohmygod, I thought, what are these two up to?  I stood back, shook my
arms out of it and handed it to a smiling Carrie.

   Carrie wrapped the sleeves around her waist.   -œWoo hoo! - she
laughed,  -œOooh, my butts warmer, thank you Princess! -

   Carrie then moved behind me, rubbing my neck and shoulders through my
t-shirt, my nipples became excited at her massage, popping through the thin
t-shirt.

   My clit had begun its journey outward, I knew, giving me goose bumps. 
It felt great!

    -œNow doesn -(TM)t that feel better Sweetie?  Than roasting in that
awful sweater? - Carrie asked innocently.

    -œOh yes, - I murmured, my hand automatically went to my crotch.

   By this time everyone had stopped what they were doing, staring
goggle-eyed at us, and I guess we did look kind of sexy!  How does she do
it?  Whenever she -(TM)s touching me I forget everything else, except my
budding clit!

   Lisa, her arms crossed as usual, declared,  -œI need to go in and get MY
sticker Carrie.  Stay here, and I -(TM)ll be right back. -

   Lisa stopped suddenly, while staring at my chest, a slow smile began to
form on her lips.

    -œCarrie, why don -(TM)t you keep Little Missy here entertained til I
get back, oh, where did you find that awful t-shirt Erica? -

    -œUh oh, - I thought.

   A lot of older students wandered by us.  They knew we were new, and
obviously freshmen.

   We saw a Goth guy and girl passing out flyers depicting a fist against a
rising sun, whatever that was.  Only right now they were more interested in
my t-shirt than anything else, thanks to that B*tch, Lisa, drawing
attention to Carrie and I.

   Carrie was still massaging my neck when Alicia entered the building,
followed by Lisa.  I saw that Lisa hadn -(TM)t bothered to go to the end of
the line and wait like everyone else.  She just followed Lisa, saying
brightly,  -œThanks for holding my spot, Alicia! -

   After a few moments I heard Lisa -(TM)s voice, followed by a louder
female voice.  Lisa must have been speaking to the Guard.

   From the corner of my eye a face appeared from one of the windows. 
Staring at Carrie and me!  Or maybe just me.  I was uncomfortable.

   I -(TM)d had enough of being stared at, saying  -œLet -(TM)s go Carrie,
they can find us in the Quad. - And began walking away from the staring
face.

   We -(TM)d made it maybe a hundred yards before I heard a yell.  
-œExcuse me young Lady!  You, there, in the TEE SHIRT! -

   Turning my head, I saw Alicia and a grinning Lisa walking towards Carrie
and I, along with the Security Guard!  The Woman one!

   I froze, she couldn -(TM)t mean me, no!

    -œYes, you! - she shouted.   -œStop right there you. -

   I didn -(TM)t know what she wanted, and I didn -(TM)t want to find out.
I didn -(TM)t want trouble, and the way Lisa was grinning at me, I knew
that was coming my way.

   I slowed down, but kept walking.  I whispered,  -œCarrie, maybe she
-(TM)ll go away if we keep walking! -

   Carrie turned towards me, whispering,  -œErica, you should stop Sweets,
see what she wants. -

    -œI cant!  I have to find the mentor today.  I have to go! - I pleaded
to Carrie, shrugging her hand off my arm.

    -œErica, knock it off, - Carrie said with authority,  -œStop being a
silly girl.  She wants to talk is all, you haven -(TM)t done anything
wrong, or have you? -

    -œHmm Naughty girl? - She asked, rubbing my butt.  I stopped, and the
Guard and Lisa caught up to us.

    -œAll right Miss, freshman huh? - The Guard asked me, ignoring Carrie.


   I nodded  -œyes. -

   She was looking me over alright, staring at my tits.  My nipples were
poking way out from the cold!  Everyone -(TM)s staring at my tits today?  I
looked down at them, they looked normal to me, and no coffee spills there
either.

   This guard looked to be about 21, blonde, dressed in a tailored uniform
shirt, worn over a white t-shirt with matching slacks with patent leather
work shoes with big soles!  She was pretty too!

   Lisa and Carrie had backed up behind me, and Alicia stood aside. 
Watching.

   The Guard began her lecture,  -œAre you aware, young woman, that
political t-shirts are not allowed to be worn on campus?  Did you not read
the handbook before coming here? -

   Mumbling, I said,  -œI Uhm, I hadn -(TM)t read the student handbook yet,
sir. -

    -œSir?  Do I look like a sir to you?  You think maybe I'm BUTCH? - Her
eyes were round.   -œI'm a Ma -(TM)am to you! -

   She was pissed off!  At me!  How was I supposed to know what to call
her? I just got here.

   Lisa just laughed at me.   -œOh yes Officer, Erica told me your school
could take it's f*ckin rules and stuff  -~em. -

   I was shocked at Lisa -(TM)s blatant lying,  -œNo way!  I Didn't! -

   Carrie was shuffling around merrily, grinning.

    -œI didn -(TM)t, I didn -(TM)t Si..er..Ma -(TM)am. - This happening
all at once, on my first day!  Trouble!

    -œErica is it? - she asked,  -œUhm Hm, sounds like you -(TM)ve a
discipline problem to me! -

   She moved in, so close I could smell the juicy fruit gum on her breath.

    -œGet it off. -

   By this time many people had gathered around, I saw students gathering
around in a circle to watch the commotion.

    -œWell, since, by your attire today, I -(TM)ll assume you have no
respect for anyone.  Let -(TM)s have it, now! - She held her hand out.

   I guess the Guard Ma -(TM)am wasn -(TM)t a fan of the Governor,  -~cause
that -(TM)s whose face was on the shirt.  I -(TM)d gotten it years ago. 
This wasn -(TM)t fair at all!  I was feeling helpless, looking to my
friends to help me out.  All I saw were grins!  They were enjoying this!

    -œBut..but, I -(TM)ll be topless! - I stammered.  I was getting wet, I
could feel it coming now!  I was blushing, and knew my clit was rising yet
again from its cozy home.

    -œSo what Missy, you -(TM)re wearing a bra.  Maybe your friend there
will lend you her sweater!  OR you can go home and wear something
respectful to this school.  But you -(TM)re not wearing THAT around HERE
where others can see it.  Now get it off!  Or do I take it off you? -

   I was truly scared of her, but I wished she would, but then she -(TM)d
think I was sick in the head or something.

   I couldn -(TM)t do it.  I guess I -(TM)d have to go home.  I -(TM)d blow
my first freshman day, and not get a mentor.  I felt like crying.  But I
was horny too!

   Lisa had been sneaking up behind me,  -œOf course, Officer, we -(TM)ll
see that Erica complies completely. -

   And with fluid motion, yanked the t-shirt over my head then down my arms
in two swift movements, like a magician!  Then tossed it aside, even taking
a bow to the now cheering crowd.

    -œOh gosh, ohmygosh, - I had my arms over both tits, hiding my
nipples. The crowd, every last face, was once of sheer amusement.

    -œMay we go then, Ma -(TM)am? - Lisa asked the Guard innocently.

    -œI don -(TM)t care, get out of here now Young Lady, and take your
topless friend with you. - The Guard stated coldly, still staring at my
now shivering form.

    -œGo on!  Get out of here!" Guard Ma -(TM)am yelled,  -œBefore I call
your parents to come and get your naked butt. -

   Lisa took off towards her car, probably driving it closer to the main
buildings, without saying a word, the B*tch.  The crowd broke up, since I
was turned around and covering my tits.

   I wondered what I was supposed to do now, for the rest of Orientation
day.  I began to sob, both hands to my face.

   Carrie and Alicia came to my side, and Carries face was full of concern.


    -œOh Erica, here you are baby, don -(TM)t cry, here. - Carrie wrapped
an arm around me, covering my shoulders in the angora sweater,  -œThere,
feel better?  We can have more fun when it warms up, I promise. - She said
it sincerely, like she was doing me a favor.  Maybe she was!  I smiled at
her, still feeling a little horny.

   Carrie winked,  -œOh Erica, you -(TM)re SO cute. -



   25 - No Experience Necessary By Drew

   Authors Note: Erica continues on her first freshman day at college.  No
classes, just orientation and mentoring.

   ****

   We -(TM)d made it to the Quad without further interruptions or pestering
from Carrie and Lisa.

   Alicia seemed determined to be my shadow through the whole morning! 
Maybe she was just nervous herself.

   She -(TM)d be more nervous if it were her nipples poking out of this
sweater like mine were.

    -œCome on Erica, she said cheerfully,  -Let -(TM)s go check the jobs
board, and see if there -(TM)s some part-time jobs there. -

   Job?  I thought.  Who -(TM)s talking about a job?

    -œI don -(TM)t know about that Alicia, since I don -(TM)t drive, how
-(TM)ll I get home after classes then a job?  The train? -

   I thought to myself,  -œNO FVCKIN WAY. -

    -œWell, maybe if you get a car, you wont have to rely on me for rides
huh? - she looked at me thoughtfully,  -œI don -(TM)t mind it though
Erica, really. -

   She grinned, smiling at some inner secret only she knew of.  She must be
thinking of me naked in the passenger seat.

   I -(TM)d thought about a job and car before, but never thought I could
get the money to buy a car!  Much less drive one!

   She brightened up,  -œWell, Karen -(TM)s got one for sale, Erica, it
-(TM)s a Toyota, and it runs real good, and it -(TM)s cheap! -

   For a split second I -(TM)d had a vision of myself driving around naked,
and my nipples reacted.  That -(TM)d be hot!

   My sweater was tickling my nipples, and the angora was just SO soft, I
loved it.  But if anyone looked through the side of it, they -(TM)d see my
hard, pointy nipples poking outwards like darts.  My Levi -(TM)s were
low-cut, without the belt loops, I just loved the way my abdomen sloped
downwards to my nearly hairless mound.  The bump of my clit was nearly
visible.

   They could see my nipples anyway, I imagined, as I was getting tickled
while wearing it!  They were hard, and stuck out when aroused.

    -œWell, Erica?  Lets go, we don -(TM)t have to meet our Mentors  -~til
later, so lets go and see what they have posted. -

   And with that we headed towards now familiar Administration Building.

   Trundling up the steps, I noticed the jobs board posted around the
corner of the entrance, so everyone passing by the building couldn -(TM)t
see it.  Too sloppy I imagined, to be seen from the walk.

   Across the main entrance doors, standing in display cases were the usual
trophies and flags, statuettes and ancient photos of some local sports
heroes.

   Alicia went right away to the jobs board, dragging me along by the hand.
We looked them over, and there weren -(TM)t that many really.

    -œHere we are Erica, hey, here -(TM)s one, Customer Service for
Cell-Phone Company, - She squealed with excitement.

   In my mind I had a vision of me wandering around a tiny store full of
people, bored senseless yet busy.  I couldn -(TM)t think of anything I
-(TM)d rather do less.

    -œUgh, that sounds stupid and boring Alicia, what -(TM)s the next one?
- My clit was beginning to itch, the more my sweater tickled.  I was
sweating too.

   This was all going to be sales cr*p job ads, like selling stuff at the
malls.

    -œOkayyyyy, here we ARE!  Physical Therapy Assistant.  No experience
necessary, Girls Swim Team, right here on Campus! -

    -œHmmm, I thought, I was taking only four classes this year, since my
grades were well above average I could skip the GenEd classes, mostly.

   Alicia beamed at me, as if she -(TM)d just found a thousand dollars.

    -œOh Erica!  How exciting would that be!  Lisa and Carrie both will be
on that team!  They -(TM)d be so proud of you!  Like me! - She had both my
shoulders, jumping up and down with excitement!  My sweater wasbeing pulled
dow in the process too!

    -œOh yeah!!  Uhm, but, I don -(TM)t know anything about that sporty
stuff Alicia!  You -(TM)re pulling my top off too! -

    -œOh!  Sorry Erica, that -(TM)s just SO cool, you could be there with
the Coach! - she seemed genuinely excited, though I don -(TM)t know why.

   Just helping out, handing out towels or something!   -œOh! - I thought,
naked women in the showers.  This time I wouldn -(TM)t be the only one
naked in gym.  Lisa and Carrie would be though.  Lisa naked, something I
thought I -(TM)d never live to see.

   I reasoned that if I got hired, a car might solve the ride and driving
problems, rather than depending on Alicia, Lisa or Carrie for lifts.  And
their favorite past-time of getting me naked in public.  Although the
thought gave me shivers, in my crotch.

    -œIt says no experience-required dummy. - She calmly explained,  -œGo
and talk to the Coach after your Mentor cuts you loose, - and letting go
of my hand, pushed me back out the front entrance with both her hands.

    -œQuick, go get something to eat and go talk to the Coach! -

   I was getting that hollow ball of fear in my belly, as if I had to give
a speech or something.  I dreaded a job interview.  I was nervous about
this interview.

    -œI-I'm not hungry really, and I think I -(TM)ll skip lunch Alicia. -
I said exhaling, with a fair amount of apprehension.

    -œWhatever you say Erica, just be sure and talk to her,  -~cause I told
Karen you -(TM)d want to buy the car. -

   I guess I -(TM)d better get hired, now that Alicia -(TM)s helping me get
the car.

   I -(TM)d been assigned a Mentor, Mary, a College Prep who didn -(TM)t
really want to deal with me.  At least she acted like that.  But she did
show me around the campus and field house, where hopefully I -(TM)d work at
after classes.

   Mary and I met again at the Quad.  I was standing around, pacing, and
feeling out of place in my jeans and sweater.

   Everywhere I turned, the girls here seemed to be wearing the latest
fashion, to impress their friends or pick up guys, I thought.

   I wondered if something was wrong with me, not dwelling on such things.
I'm just a simple girl with simple tastes.

   Appearing from a group of those well-dressed girls, I mean really
dressed up, was Mary, wearing a skirt, cropped top jacket and halter.  And
a nice pair of pumps too.

   No hoodies here and t-shirts like I like.  I was a little bewildered.  I
also saw there were no hot guys in their little group either.  A
sisterhood, maybe.  A fraternity.

    -œBeen waiting long Erica? - She asked as I shook my head no.

    -œGood, let me finish showing you around, then I have a class to go to.
Okay? - her eyes lingered on my clothes, staring down.

   Was that a grin or a sneer, I wasn -(TM)t sure.

    -œNice sweater.  Isn -(TM)t it hot though? - She reached out to touch
it.

   I reflectively twisted away, but met her hand instead, on my tit!  The
she pressed it.  She giggled, looking at my nipples poke up and out from
the soft material.

   Ohmygosh, she touched my tit!  I don -(TM)t even know her!

    -œOooh, you -(TM)re hard!  I mean, soft!  Sweater!  hehheh! - She just
stood there smiling at me, eyebrow raised.

   Blushing, I stammered,  -œErr, I, uhm, yes, I guess it is ah..warm. -

    -œWhy don -(TM)t ya take it off then?  Whatcha wearing under it? - she
asked as she pulled a little at the collar.  I bristled at her touch and
backed up a little.

    -œUhm, well, no, it -(TM)s alright, - I managed to explain that.

   The sun had broken through the morning haze, and I wished I had my
t-shirt to strip down to.  But I didn -(TM)t have it, that mean guard lady
did.

   Tired of whatever game she was playing, Mary said,  -œWell look, Erica,
I have to run right now, I -(TM)ll show you around later.  Meet ya back
here in an hour, okay?  Then we -(TM)ll be heading to the Auditorium for
assembly. -

   Leaving me standing there, she turned away, yelling at two other
well-dressed girls on their way to class.   -œHey, hey wait up!  Wait for
me! -

   I thought I -(TM)d take this break to visit the Coach and ask about the
Physical Therapy Assistant job.

   I wound up under the big round building, the actual gymnasium, where the
swimming pool was.  It was a large Olympic sized pool in one huge room,
with long steel arches to support the gymnasium above us.

   There were two sets of double doors on either side of this huge oblong
chamber.

   There was a deep end and a shallow end too, with a three height level
diving boards facing the deep end.

   It was shaped like a long rectangle with plenty of deck space,
surrounding it with rows and rows of narrow bleachers framing the room like
a big  -œU, - with the pool in the middle.

   The Coaches office was directly behind the diving platform, like a big
glass box stuck in the center, glass walls giving the Coaching staff an
unobstructed view of the whole pool.  Behind the desks inside Coaches
office, I noticed the locker room in back.

   The showers must be there too, I guessed.

   Peeking around cautiously, I was nervous.

   I guess because of authority figures.  I always got nervous before
speaking to new people, and I had butterflies in my belly and felt
lightheaded.

   Maybe skipping brunch for this wasn -(TM)t such a good idea.

   A woman in her mid-30 -(TM)s sat at the desk, wearing blue shorts, white
polo, and had a whistle dangling from a lanyard around her neck.

   Her blonde hair was severely tied back in a ponytail, with a visor cap
over it.  The Coach was looking down at some paperwork laid out on her
desk.

   I tapped lightly on the glass.  She looked up, clearly annoyed.  She was
pretty, in an old person thirties sort of way.

   Wagging a finger at me to come in, I followed the glass wall around the
opposite corner, where a narrow entry door was standing open.

    -œCan I help you young lady? - She asked while getting up, her
eyebrows rose after giving me the up and down once over.

    -œAre you a student here? - She asked me with pursed lips, frowning.

    -œUh, yes Ma -(TM)am, I uh, I wanted to ahm, see about the the job Ma
-(TM)am. - I stammered.  Oh god I felt like such a fool at that moment.

   What was it about people in authority that got me tongue-tied?

    -œOh yes, that.  You don -(TM)t look like much, - she stood back a
bit, appraising me.

    -œDo you think you can handle it? - She asked, eyes narrowing.

   Handle it?

    -œI..uhh, I can try Ma -(TM)am? - I stared back,  -œJust uhh, work out
some muscle cramps on people?  I think I can do that.  I-I -(TM)d like to
try anyway. -

   I felt like fainting.  I hated this nervous part of me.

    -œOhhhkay, - she crossed her arms,  -œI -(TM)ll see what we come up
with.  I know it said  -œNo experience necessary but you look like a
featherweight. -

   She sat back down, shuffling her papers.  Without looking at me, she
said,  -œI have some swimmers coming in this afternoon for a work out.  Why
don -(TM)t you come back, say, two p.m., and we -(TM)ll give you a go. 
Thank you for stopping by, young woman. -

    -œUhm, it -(TM)s Erica Ma -(TM)am. -

   And I'm  -~Coach, -(TM) nice to meet you then, be here on time please,
- She added dismissively.

   I thought of my schedule.  I -(TM)d ask Mary if I could skip the stupid
-œWelcome to the Future - play in the Auditorium.

   I couldn -(TM)t wait to tell Alicia and my friends!

   Part 2

   I wandered around the Campus, checking out hiding places  -œjust in
case, - Since Lisa and Carrie just HAD to choose the college Alicia and I
were going to.

   Trying to fill in some time before heading back to the Field House, I
-(TM)d wandered back to the Quad, doing some people watching.

   I wanted the job more than ever, after seeing how people dressed here.
This certainly wasn -(TM)t high school, and I was going to need some money
for clothes!

   My parents didn -(TM)t have any extra to give me, and it was all they
could do to pay for my books and classes.

   I saw Lisa and Carrie standing around a kiosk, talking to two young
women I didn -(TM)t know.

   I tried not to be noticed by them, but that never seems to happen with
Lisa -(TM)s radar on.

   Lisa, in a voice that asked me to come over but sounded more like a
command,  -œErica!  Come here! -

   I approached them slowly, looking the new girls over.  They looked nice,
pretty too, and dressed like everyone else around here.  Very nice.

   American Eagle jeans, black boots and peasant top on one, the same with
the brunette, but she wore a faded pencil skirt and black twill jacket.

   Lisa did the introductions, motioning me to come closer.

    -œErica, I -(TM)d like you to meet Ashley, and the Lady next to her is
Christa. - Carrie went right to my side, putting her arm around my waist,
snuggling right up to me.

   I began to blush, embarrassed at her intimacy in front of strangers.

   The bossy b*tch continued,  -œErica, Ashley and Christa are on the swim
team.  You -(TM)ll be servicing them, as well as the Freshman Swim Team. 
In otherwards, my Team. -

    -œWe can -(TM)t wait," Lisa added, flashing the group a mischievous
grin.

   My stomach began its descent into my abdomen.  I had no idea Lisa was on
a swim team.  I didn -(TM)t know as much about her as I thought, because I
was kept busy trying to stay away from her!

   Lisa -(TM)s had me worried and I haven -(TM)t even begun my job!

   It was the not knowing what was going to happen, yet I knew my pussy
would be drenched soon.  That was making me horny!  The uncertainty!  Or
apprehension, either way, I'd be horny.

   Carrie had felt me tense up at Lisa -(TM)s words, and began to rub my
back and neck.

   Her small warm hands were having the predictable response in my crotch,
but I tried to hide it.

    -œErica, Sweetie, these are new friends of ours, now don -(TM)t be
rude, say hello! - She swatted me on my butt-cheeks, making an audible 
-œsmack. -

    -œUmph, - I exhaled loudly!   -œAh..hey! - I gasped.

   My ass-cheeks stayed tense, so Carrie -(TM)s hand stayed on my butt,
rubbing my round cheeks through the denim material.

   The two new girls, Ashley and Christa both giggled, looking at me, then
Carrie, then Lisa.  To gauge their reactions, I guess.  Or waiting for Lisa
to do something.

   Since it seemed to them 'business as usual,' here, they pretended
nothing was amiss, yet kept on grinning and smiling to each other.

   I wondered what Lisa had told them about me, exactly.

   Carrie still had her hand on my butt.  She knows no shame!  Ass-rubbing
in public!  My ass at that!  On Campus!

   Should she be rubbing my ass at all?

   I thought a moment, and my mind said no, but my pussy said otherwise,
the dampness in my jeans had begun making a spot.

    -œUt oh, - I thought nervously, how the hell am I gonna make that go
away!

   I must smell now too!

   I looked pleadingly to Lisa, but she seemed unconcerned about anything
at the moment, least of all me.

   She just stood there, arms crossed, her gaze was always somewhere above
everyone -(TM)s eyes, like she was looking for something far away.

   The new girls broke this awkward moment.  Christa seemed embarrassed at
Carries open display of affection.

   I was breathing a little heavier, and they could hear it.  My knees were
getting weak.

    -œErica, - Ashley spoke up,  -œNice to meet you Erica, I -(TM)m glad
you took the job, you -(TM)re so cute! -

   She -(TM)s a bubbly girl I think, perky.

   I stammered,  -œHum, I -(TM)m o-kay I guess.  Nice to meet you, - I
gave her a weak smile.

   Carrie interrupted,  -œOkay?  Erica, you -(TM)re adorable!  Don -(TM)t
be so modest, - then stuck her fingertips inside my sweater.

    -œMy fingers are cold, I hate that. - Carrie smiled wickedly now, she
was up to something.

   I tried to reach out and shake Christa and Ashley -(TM)s hands.  Since
they standing further away from me, I had to step in to reach their
outstretched hands.

   Smiling at Ashley, I shook her hand, looking at her face.

   She smiled back in a friendly way, her eyes straying to my chest.

   Glancing down at what she was looking at, my right nipple was showing!

   I squeaked,  -œOopsie! -

   I brought my hand over my now exposed tit.

    -œCarrie! - I gasped again!

   Carrie just laughed,  -œSee, - She explained casually to the others, 
-œshe -(TM)s adorable. -

   She -(TM)d undone the two top buttons of my sweater, somehow doing it
innocently.

    -œWell well well, - Lisa drawled slowly,  -œErica strikes again huh?
Our friends here aren -(TM)t interested in your little bumps Erica. -

   Carrie smiled, adding,  -œAre you girls?  Ladies? -

   Ashley and Christa smiled nervously at each other at this turn of
events. This must be a new experience for them too.  Tits in public.  Mine.


   Lisa laughed at them.  No embarrassment there, I thought dryly.  The
b*tch.

   Lisa acts like this happens every day.  Like watching a person getting
felt up in front of new people was an everyday kind of thing.

   Lisa eyed them.  Why is this b*tchy, bossy girl always one-upping
everyone?

   Christa spoke up,  -I just love little boobies Lisa, they -(TM)re so
cute, especially on a cute person like her, - She added, pointing at me
and giggling like a schoolgirl, which she is!

   She was so caught up in the moment, she said quickly,  -œUhhh!  From an
art majors -(TM) point of view!  Of course. -

   She glanced at her friend Ashley, giggling more!  If their hands hadn
-(TM)t been hiding their grins I -(TM)d have felt better about them.

   Christa, the art girl said to Lisa,  -œIt looks awfully uncomfortable on
her Lisa.  Look at her face, she -(TM)s beet red, like she has a
temperature. -

    -œCarrie, - Lisa commanded,  -œDo the honors? -

    -œOh no Lisa, lets let our new friend here do it.  She -(TM)s the one
who -(TM)s concerned for our little Erica -(TM)s welfare. -

   Ashley reasoned with Carrie,  -œWell, I just don -(TM)t want her to
faint or something, she has a busy  -~rest of the day -(TM) today. 
Especially following us after the meet. -

   Ashley came to face me, Carrie now backing away from my butt she -(TM)d
been massaging.

   Christa seemed more than happy to help me out, of my sweater, that is.
Thye stood side by side, studying me, my reaction.

   I figured I may as well go with it, there's too many to cut and run. 
Plus I was surrounded!

    -œHere Sweetheart, you can wear this ugly sweater wrapped around your
neck, and the sleeves will hide your cute little ahh..  boobies, - Christa
said, facing me.

   And with that, she stepped in, unbuttoning the sweaters' last four
buttons on my sweater, slowly.

   Just her feather-light touch to my belly was sending light waves of
pleasure through my lower abdomen.  My mound was swelling, opening my
pussy-lips and adding pressure to it.  My nipples were erect and alert, the
wet spot growing.  Damn these jeans, what was I thinking?

   Carrie held her breath, looking at me, eyes looking shiny.

   My clit was aware I was about to be topless again, here on Campus!  It
was as erect as it could be, trying to poke out in these damned tight
jeans.

   Maybe that -(TM)s why I always wear engineer jeans or bibs, plenty of
room for  -~emergencies. -(TM)

   In front of everyone, I was getting stripped!  This important place
seemed very wrong to topless in.

   She undid the last button, then, using both hands to slowly open both
sides of the sweater, she pulled it gently off my shoulders, letting it
fall to my waist where it stayed, resting on the curvature of my rounded
butt.  Her eyes went directly to my nipples, and stayed there, fixed on
them.

   I was topless.

    -œOh my, oh my, lovely, just lovely, - she murmured, looking me over,
up and down.

    -œHer nipples are so long!  Ashley, come see! -

   I was blushing profusely.  I -(TM)d been sweating in the heavy garment,
and there was a breeze blowing gently over my erect nipples, making
electric current to my now engorged clit.

   Ashley wasted no time,  -œLemme see!  Lemme see! -

   Great, I was going to have a tit exam in public too.

   Ashley leaned in close, her warm breath on my nipples,  -œOOOooo yes,
odd, her breasts are small, but her nipples are so long, and rounded!  I
bet they -(TM)re really sensitive to touch huh Erica? -

   She tweaked one between her forefinger and thumb.

   I jumped  -œAh!  Hey!  That tickles! -

   Looking around anxiously like a caged cat, I looked for an escape from
this little group of curious women.  Seeing none, I backed up, into Carrie.


    -œHere Sweetie, let me help you get this old hot thing completely off,
then we -(TM)ll knot it under your neck! - she said, smiling wide.

   Like that was the solution to world poverty or something.  At least a
knot with sleeves for cover is better than naked on top.

   Our group decided to walk away from the Quad, towards the Field House.
Somehow we'd not drawn attention to ourselves, me in particular.

   The women chatted away amiably as if nothing was wrong, but the two new
girls, Christa and Ashley, seemed fascinated by my nudity, albeit topless.

   I thought it -(TM)d be a good idea not to flash everyone we passed, and
there weren -(TM)t that many people heading there.

   The sweater sleeves did a crappy job of hiding my tits, but I said
nothing, else Lisa might decide to do more, and I -(TM)d be in worse shape
for my job interview as I was now.



   26  -" Erica Red

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Carrie, no!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Perhaps you," I confided while blushing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   And I had just walked across campus like this!

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

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

   "You wouldn't have!" I gasped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


   "Well, check this out!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Maybe --"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Hello?" I bravely called out.

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Is that so?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   And then my fingers wandered down my shirt, grabbing and squeezing my
breasts.  It wasn't so much as Lisa's command, as the spirit of the music,
which made me start to undo the buttons.  Soon, I had the front all the way
open, my bare tummy and cute bellybutton on display.  Alicia kept playing,
and I kept dancing -- turning around slowly, shrugging the light material
of my shirt off my shoulders.  I felt so alive, my heart beating faster,
and then I took my top completely off so that the fabric floated to the
floor in front of the stage.  Standing up there in just my bra, my hands
instinctively cupped my breasts.  I silently shook my head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Look at her go!" Ashley said amazed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



   27 - Sunday Softball

   I hadn -(TM)t realized my good fortune that several weeks had passed
without my friends pulling some kind of incident to cause my embarrassment
and humiliation.  This was especially true, as my birthday was earlier in
April.  I had just turned nineteen-years-old, was finishing up my first
year at college, and nothing outrageous had happened.  I breathed an inward
sigh of relief.  Maybe it was because we had a damp and sullen early
Spring. But now the sun was out again, and the warm weather had arrived.  I
should learn to appreciate the relative peace and quiet while it lasts.

   It seems all that was going to change, one Sunday morning just before
the end of the month.  My friend Alicia called me over and explained that
she needed to take her cousin Jimmy to the little league game at the park.
Her Aunt and Uncle were going away, and she was the only one able to give
him a ride.  I really didn -(TM)t want to get involved.  Not that I wasn
-(TM)t feeling nice or helpful, but I -(TM)ve always found her cousin to be
a rude little beast.

   Of course, enough whining and pleading from Alicia, and her telling me
how pretty I looked (not sure why she threw that in, but I guess flattery
couldn -(TM)t hurt --) and I finally agreed to accompany her.  We drove
over to her Aunt -(TM)s house, and collected the boy in his amusing Little
League uniform, and promised his parents we would take good care of him. 
No sooner did we get to the car, then Jimmy announced that he wanted to
ride up front with his cousin!  I was told to get in the back seat, where
he dumped the rest of his equipment, his aluminum bat and glove.  Alicia
-(TM)s cousin made a point to turn around in his seat and tell me not to
touch anything.

   Well, already I felt pretty foolish, being bossed around and treated
like such.  I folded my arms grumpily and crossed my legs.  Doing so, I
noticed for the first time that the shorts I was wearing revealed rather a
lot of my slender legs.  I think the boy watched me during the whole drive,
either over the headrest, or catching glimpses in the rearview mirror.  By
the time we reached the park, I was blushing furiously.

   We unloaded out of the car, and Jimmy grabbed his bat and glove, running
ahead of us toward the field.

    -œYour cousin is creepy, - I remarked to Alicia.

   My friend only laughed and said,  -œI guess you -(TM)ve made an
impression on him.  Maybe he likes you -- -

   Now that would surprise me!  The way he always acted disrespectful and
called me names.  I didn -(TM)t think he even liked girls.  But what was
more surprising was that upon strolling over to the chain link fencing
leading to the backstop, we were greeted by Lisa and Carrie!

    -œLovely spring day, isn -(TM)t it? - the strawberry blonde, Carrie,
smiled.

   At her side, Lisa frowned and said,  -œI think it feels too warm.  It
-(TM)s not even summer and it -(TM)s like eighty degrees.  Why are we here
anyway? -

   This also caught me surprise.  Usually it was Lisa doing the plotting
and scheming and deciding what we did as a group.  The fact that she was a
little in the dark, made me ease up and let down my guard.

    -œI recall that we did not do anything special for little Erica for her
birthday, - Carrie was continuing.   -œSo what would be better than to
take this opportunity to spend some time together, enjoying the sunshine,
watching some innocent softball? -

   I looked from each of the girls, one to another, and asked,  -œYou mean
that -(TM)s it?  Sounds harmless enough. -

    -œOf course! - Alicia teased and grabbed my arm.   -œWhat kind of
trouble could we get into here?"

   With that, we all giggled, and started heading for the bleachers off to
the side.  I noticed that there were a lot of parents and grandparents
here, a pretty good-sized crowd, but they were able to find seating in the
first few rows.  Soon there was the smell of barbeques and soft drinks
pulled from coolers, and ice cream, as refreshments were passed around.  As
for we college girls, we climbed toward the highest bleachers in the back
and off to the edge, directly across from third base.  I hoped we didn
-(TM)t seem too odd keeping apart from the other families, but then, no one
really paid any attention to us.

   Alicia sat on my right hand side, while Lisa made herself comfortable on
my left.  Carrie positioned herself on the bench just in front of us, and I
watched the sunlight play upon her tresses of red and gold.  After practice
was over, the Little Leaguers took the field.  Everyone in attendance
cheered and encouraged the earnest ballplayers.  In the middle of the first
inning, Carrie swung her body around and looked up at us.

    -œHey, Erica -- do you remember your birthday a few years ago? -

   I immediately felt my face flush, and I started to bring my hands to my
mouth in shock.   -œHow could I forget!  That was so embarrassing! -

    -œIt -(TM)s kind of sad that we didn -(TM)t give you a big send-off,
this year, - Alicia added, almost regretfully.  Although she was smiling.

   Squirming a bit, I answered,  -œYeah, well, I -(TM)m not too
disappointed -- -

   My friends exchanged looks, as I wasn -(TM)t sure how that came out.  I
wasn -(TM)t even sure what I really meant.  Nervously, I tugged on the ends
of my hair and stretched a leg out in front of me.

    -œErica, those are cute shorts, - Alicia commented.

    -œAnd it looks like somebody has started working on her tan already! -
Carrie joined in playfully.

    -œWhat -- what do you mean? - I felt myself begin to heat up under
their collective scrutiny.   -œIt hasn -(TM)t exactly been tanning weather
-- -

   Alicia rubbed my arm and said,  -œJust a little time outdoors in the
sun, and you -(TM)re already getting some color! -

   At this point, Lisa leaned in and said with great meaning,  -œMaybe
Erica would like to get an all-over tan! -

    -œOh -- - I squeaked.

   Carrie was already giddy and she quickly took the laces of my sneakers
in her fingers.  With nimble skill, she had them undone, then pulled a shoe
off each foot.

    -œNo socks, Erica? - she asked even as she cradle my bare foot in her
hands.

   I shook my head,  -œNope -- no socks. -

   Wow, did I feel like a little girl, sitting up here between my bigger
friends.  Looking down, I saw the hem of my shorts end in the middle of my
thighs, leaving my legs bare all the way down to my cute little toes.  I
wiggled them self-consciously, feeling a familiar tingle of excitement in
my tummy.

    -œShe needs to work on her shoulders, - Lisa gave her unasked for
critical opinion -- and then plucked at the fabric of my T-shirt!

    -œOh, wait -- no! - I squealed.

   But it was too late.  With Lisa being determined and forceful on one
side, I was helplessly unaware of my friend Alicia giggling and lifting up
my shirt from my other side.  Together they stretched and pulled the
material, up, up and off my body!

    -œNo bra, either, - Carrie observed.

    -œOh my gosh! - It all happened so fast!

   Suddenly, I was sitting up here in the bleachers completely topless. 
There were like fifty or a hundred people below us, as well as the players
on the field.  Not to mention their coaches -- and the umpires!  But no one
paid any notice to the three college girls surrounding me, who were more
interested in my clothes than in the Little League game.  I crossed my arms
over my titties, shoving hands beneath opposite armpits.

   The sun sure did feel nice on my back, and my stomach was still
fluttering as Alicia leaned forward to unsnap the button on my shorts. 
They were stripping me, right here in the middle of the park, during a
softball game!  I couldn -(TM)t struggle, with my hands tied up covering my
breasts.  Gosh, I didn -(TM)t want anyone to see how hard my nipples were
growing.  Sitting on the bench below us, Carrie took a firm grip so she
could yank the shorts down my legs.

   They slid off easily, and then the strawberry blonde tossed them aside.
Leaving me to sit here in just a pair of white panties!  Maybe I should
have stood up and tried to get away.  But that would be just too
embarrassing -- to be seen bare-chested and in my little underwear.  My
eyes were wide as I turned my head side to side, pleading with Alicia and
Lisa.

    -œDon -(TM)t -- don -(TM)t you think you -(TM)ve gone far enough? -

   Lisa informed me quite clearly,  -œNo tan lines for you, Erica! -

   I was truly shocked.  It was broad daylight, and there were so many
people around us.  The three girls were laughing and I was beginning to get
turned on.  I still hugged myself tightly, hiding the only pink bits that
were on display.  But then Alicia delicately took hold of one side of the
elastic band at my waist, as Lisa grabbed the other side in her fist. 
Carrie reached forward slowly peeled the front of the panties away from my
body.

   The three girls counted together --  -œOne -- two -- three! -

   Down they came, pulled lower and lower by three separate hands.  Lisa
held on to my back to keep me from falling over.  I never stood a chance.
My butt lifted off the wooden plank of the bleachers, as the girls rolled
the scrap of material over my creamy thighs.  And then it was all Carrie,
taking the last piece of clothing off of me -- relishing the moment as she
slipped one leg out and let the fabric dangle for a moment at the tip of my
toes.  When I lowered my leg, my underwear fell completely off and floated
to the ground below.

   I was stark naked!  I squirmed and fidgeted, crossing my completely bare
legs, then placing a hand over my now exposed crotch.  The girls huddled
protectively around me.  Slowly they reassured me that no one suspected any
of this foolishness.  The game was still going on, and the crowd of
parents, friends, and other family members were captivated by the action on
the field.

   Lisa, Carrie, and Alicia gradually coaxed me into lowering my arms and
settling into a more relaxed position.  I leaned back a little, allowing my
feet to rest on the long bench in front of me.  Letting one hand rest on my
flat tummy, I closed my eyes, picturing my clean-shaven pussy, pink and
bright in the sunshine.  The girls actually made me watch an inning unfold.
I couldn -(TM)t believe I was watching totally nude, as Alicia -(TM)s
cousin came to bat.

    -œHappy Birthday, Erica! - My friends teased.

   Suddenly, there was a crack of the bat.  The pitch had been thrown, and
Jimmy made direct contact.  I was just able to get enough of my bearings to
see that it was stroked into leftfield, and landed a few yards past third
base --

   Alicia, Lisa, and Carrie jumped to their feet in excitement and yelled,
-œSURPRISE! -

   Instinctively, I jumped up, too, and I could feel my bare bottom bounce.
What I didn -(TM)t expect was that my friends then sprang away from me,
clamoring down the bleachers, into the crowd below.  For a moment I stood
alone.

   And absolutely naked!  First, I brought my hands to my head,
uncomprehending.  It was like a lightning reflex, and my tits and pussy
were on view.  Was everyone looking in my direction?  I happened so fast --
the  -œping - of the aluminum bat, the girls jumping out of their seats,
and now I was up here not wearing any clothes at all!

   No time for covering up, I spun around and began to sidestep over the
descending bleachers.  But I had to move slowly, because I didn -(TM)t want
to trip, or get a splinter in my bare foot.  The crowd was cheering.  Were
they watching me, or were they watching Jimmy round the bases?  I couldn
-(TM)t look.  I just kept my eyes on my legs and feet shuffling down,
closer to the field, while my arms flailed about.

   When my toes sank into the grass, I was at once and the same time
disorientated and aroused!  My nipples poked out, pointing toward the sky.
All I knew was that I needed to run back to Alicia -(TM)s car.  But which
way had we parked?  I found myself running closer to the sideline, and I
pulled up just before I reached the dirt of the base path.  By that time,
the ball that Jimmy hit had been flung back toward the infield.

   The third base player made the catch and spun around -- and was greeted
by my clit emerging out of its hood.  Confused, or reacting on so many
practice drills, the boy reached out and touched the ball to my soft
stomach.

    -œOh! - I gasped.

   Then, from over my shoulder, I could make out the sounds of shouting
voices:  -œRun home!  Run home! -

   Yes, that is what I needed to do!  I turned around on my bare heel, and
began sprinting toward home plate.  Although I guess I had been tagged out
already.  But looking over my shoulder, I saw that the ball was dropped, as
the players and coaches watched on in disbelief, and Alicia -(TM)s cousin
came running behind me.

   All I remember next was rushing past the crowd and the home plate
umpire. Once I made it beyond the backstop, I saw the parking fields ahead
in the distance.  There, I would rejoin my friends and we could make our
escape.  Alicia of course had to return to pick up her cousin.  And neither
of them would let me for get that Sunday game, where my unexpected streak
helped Jimmy -(TM)s team score the winning run.

   How embarrassing!



   28  -" Erica -(TM)s Streak

   We were gathered in Ashley's comfy dorm room.  Her friend Christa was
there, as well as my friend, Alicia Well, I guess we had all become friends
since college started.  It's just that, Alicia and I had known each other
since high school, and I learned that the other two girls had been together
since junior high.  We all seemed to get along pretty well.

   It was a Friday night, and after our last class, Alicia and I had
crashed over at Ashley's dorm and hung out for the rest of the afternoon.
There was a carton of half-eaten pizza over on the table, and some bottles
of water and soft drinks.  Alicia now came walking out of the washroom, and
sat down on the sofa next to me.

   "Hey, Erica --" my brunette friend announced, "Ashley and I were up for
a little adventure tonight!"

   I looked at the other two girls across the small room, and then back at
Alicia.  "Oh, really?  And just what did you two have planned?"

   "Well, Sweetie pie --" she now slid closer to me, even draping an arm
around my neck and gently fondling one of my ears.  "We were thinking about
streaking the dormitories over on the other side of the campus!"

   A shiver ran up my spine, and I laughed nervously.  "That's crazy!  All
three of you?"

   "Not exactly," Christa said stepping forward.  "You see, I'm going to
stay dressed since I can't risk my Art scholarship by getting into trouble
and getting caught.  But, I'll still be able to help them, keeping an eye
out and making sure everything is safe."

   Ashley bounced onto the floor and curled up beneath my feet.  "But we
are doing the streak, each under separate conditions.  Alicia is going to
run in just her underwear --"

   "That hardly seems like streaking," I remarked, perhaps, regretfully.

   "Wait until you see the kind she is wearing!" Ashley continued.  "And
I'm going to run through in just a towel -- nothing underneath!"

   I gulped, "So where does that leave me?"

   Alicia ran her finger down my earlobe, then brushed my cheek, turning my
little chin to look her in the eye.  "Erica, we were thinking you could run
with us, you know, without anything on at all."

   "Are you serious?" I gasped, and tried to push myself away.

   "What's the matter?" Christa giggled.  "You're the one always getting
naked."

   Folding my arms across my chest, I pouted.  "I am not always getting
naked.  Bad stuff just happens to me.  Or I get tricked.  Or Lisa strips me
--"

   "Mmmm, I bet you would do it if Carrie was here," Ashley teased.  "She
likes your body."

   Momentarily confused, I fidgeted with the buttons on my shirt.  "She --
she does?"

   "So what to you say, Erica?" my friend urged, whispering in my ear. 
"Will you take off your clothes for us?"

   "Um, I don't know --"

   My face was blushing bright red, as I squirmed on the couch.  I even
kicked off a sneaker.  How do I keep finding myself in these situations! 
Finally, I looked at all three girls around me, and I felt very shy.

   "I can't!" I told them.  "I can't just go running bare ass nude through
the campus!"

   As Alicia, Christa, and Ashley stared and frowned at me, I was starting
to feel guilty.  I mean, I didn't want to ruin their fun.  But why did I
have to be the one to go totally bare?  I stood up in the center of the
room, one shoe on and one shoe off, and ran my hand through my hair.  What
a decision to make!

   Unable to bear their disappointment, I suggested, "How about if I wear a
towel, too."

   Ashley exchanged glances with Alicia and then said, "Only one of us gets
to wear a towel."

   "I'll flip you for it!" I shouted excitedly.

   I don't know why I blurted that out.  Part of me didn't want to be going
along with this daring scheme in the first place.  But it seemed already, I
was being swept away by the events unfolding.  Before I could think,
Christa reached into her pocket and pulled out a coin.

   "OK, here are the rules," the Art student explained.  "I'll do the toss,
and when it lands -- if it's heads, Erica can wear Ashley's towel.  But if
it's tails -- then Erica, has to strip -- right here, completely naked. 
And she'll have to do the streak without any clothes on!"

   The other girls whistled and cheered, as I felt myself flush in
embarrassment.  There was no turning back now.  One coin toss would decide
my fate for the evening.  And I was just as torn.  Part of me hoping it
would come out heads, part of me wishing for tails!

   I sucked my breath in, watching as Christa stood forward, the coin held
in her outstretched palm.  A hush fell over the three of us, as she tossed
the quarter high into the air.  My eyes followed its rise, and what seemed
to be its slow descent -- until the college girl caught it again.  She
slapped the coin onto her forearm, but held her hand covering it for a
moment.  The suspense was killing me!

   Now Christa peered beneath her fingers, really drawing out the tension,
and then said, "The toss is -- heads!  Erica goes with the towel."

   "Yes!" I exclaimed jubilantly.

   I collapsed back onto to the sofa, even kicking my legs up and down in
excitement.  I couldn't believe I had won!  The girls let me celebrate for
a few more moments, but it seemed they had gotten their hopes on exposing
my cute little ass this evening.  Well, too bad for them!

   "All right, Missy," our moderator Christa finally said.  "Have it your
way.  But now it's time to get you prepared --"

   Ashley's friend disappeared into the bathroom, and then was back out
with a single pink towel.  It looked like it would be pretty soft, I just
hoped it would also cover enough!

   Then Alicia took me by the hand and we stood up, walking over to the
dorm's bedroom.  Not that it appeared to be very spacious.  Only enough
room for Ashley's bed, her closet, and a nightstand.  And enough room to
get changed in.

   "Now remember," Alicia explained, "This towel will be the only thing you
are allowed to wear.  So we want you to hand everything through the door as
you get ready.  EVERYTHING -- do you understand, Erica?"

   I nodded my head with eyes wide.  I guess I wasn't so far away from
total nudity as I imagined.  But there was nothing I could do about it now.
I was given the towel, and then I shyly closed the door behind me.

   I had kicked off my other sneaker back when we were in the other room.
So it only seemed natural for me to bend at the waist and pull both my
socks off my little feet.  As instructed, I cracked open the door a bit and
stuffed the cotton material into my friend's hands.  Then I took a deep
breath, before undoing the buttons of my shirt and removing my top.  Again,
I slid this past the door, into Alicia's waiting fingers.  Working quickly,
I next unhooked my bra.  Like a good little girl, I stuck my arm and bare
shoulder out into the room to discard this item.  Alicia used this
opportunity to check that I was indeed topless, and she playfully tweaked
on of my nipples!

   "Ouch!" I said, although they were already growing hard and pointing
out. I could hear the other girls giggle.

   Now I slid my jeans down my legs and off my feet, hurrying so I could
cover up again.  I wondered what they were doing with my clothes, as I
removed and handed over each item.  By the time I was down to just my
panties, I was pretty turned on.  I was almost afraid to take off this last
piece, because I might be tempted to start playing with myself.  But there
was not time for that.  So I closed my eyes, and shimmied the delicate
material down my hips, thighs, knees, and finally kicked them off my
ankles. It's not like they haven't seen me before, but I actually held a
hand over my pussy as I opened up the door and gave Alicia my underwear.

   Then, with Ashley's bedroom door still open, I turned around so I could
fetch the towel.  The girls all whistled at the sight of my rear.  In a
way, I guess that made me smile.  But I also blushed bashfully.  I wrapped
the only covering I would have, tightly around my body.  Now my breasts are
kind of small, so I was afraid there wouldn't be anything to keep the towel
up.  Still, my nipples were elongated and sensitive, the soft cloth
brushing against them delightfully.  The edge hung down to just above my
knee, and of course, I tucked in the folds in front of my chest.

   "Be careful not to loose that!" Ashley teased as I made my entrance into
the middle of the room.

   In fact, as I walked around, I was very conscious of just that.  It
suddenly dawned on me that I would be scampering across campus like this,
as well as running through buildings.  Looking down, I wiggled my toes,
then brushed a foot nervously behind the other calf.  I lifted a hand to
grip the folds of the towel more securely.  My shoulders were so bare, and
I think I sprouted goose bumps on the soft skin exposed beneath my neck,
just above my covered titties.

   I swallowed back a lump of anxiety, and tried to sound brave.  "Well,
now it's your turn, Ashley.  And you have to strip stark naked!"

   The perky college stood up, and stepped toe to toe with me, making me
feel very vulnerable.  "Mmmm -- I don't think so.  The bet only said that
if the coin came out tails, you would have to streak in your birthday
suit."

   "What are you going to do, then?" I asked, slightly trembling with fear
and excitement.

   Alicia, too, looked interested in this development.  "Yeah, Erica has a
point.  Two points, actually --"

   "Maybe three," Christa laughed, sneaking up behind me.  "I bet her clit
is sticking out right now!"

   "Come on, guys," I protested, although I did feel my pussy twitching
beneath the folds of the towel.  "This is about Ashley, and how is she
going to do the streak?"

   Alicia walked over to our friend and said, "Indeed, we already agreed
that I'm going to make the run in my bra and panties --"

   Now it was Ashley's turn to look at each of us, before answering
confidently, "Fine -- then I'll streak the dormitories in just my panties!
I'll do it topless."

   We all watched in amazement as Ashley calmly walked into the kitchen
area.  She opened up the refrigerator and found herself a wine cooler.  I
guess a little alcohol wouldn't hurt on a night like this.  In my pink
towel, I moved across the room to join her, my bare feet slapping over the
tiles as I neared the refrigerator.  She handed me her drink, which I took
a sip, and then the perky college girl started taking off her clothes!

   First, Ashley pulled off her T-Shirt.  She wasn't wearing a bra anyway,
and her boobies bounced free.  Placing her shirt on the counter, she used a
heel to pry a shoe off each foot, leaving her feet as bare as mine.  Then
she pulled down her pants, stepping out of them and throwing them onto the
counter as well.  Dressed in only a pair of white panties, Ashley placed
her hands on her hips.  I stared at her breasts enviously, and I think I
noticed her nipples begin to stiffen.  At that point, she raised her hands
to modestly cover her tits.

   Now Ashley turned to look at the other two girls in the room and said,
"Your turn, Alicia!  Better get those things off you --"

   My friend smiled, and then glided over to stretch herself out on the
sofa.  She was dressed nicely today, and I had told her that earlier this
morning.  She had shiny black pumps on, and the brunette let her fingers
wander down her legs to find and undo the buckles.  With a thud, the two
shoes dropped to the floor.  Alicia was also wearing dark tights, but she
quickly had her hands beneath her skirt and was rolling the fabric down her
shapely legs.  She stretched them off her feet and then tossed the tights
in our direction.  Pausing for a moment, she rubbed her lower legs
sensuously and wiggled her toes.

   Suddenly, Alicia rearranged herself into a position sitting straight up
on the couch.  Using both hands, she pulled from the bottom of her sweater
and lifted it completely over her head and off her body.  Always well
endowed, we saw her breasts jiggle inside a sexy, lacey black bra.  Christa
let out an appreciative whistle as Alicia stood up and started to undo her
skirt.  She let it drop to the floor to reveal a matching pair of black
lace panties.  I was getting wet!

   But when my friend turned around to daintily pick her skirt up from the
floor, we all saw that she was wearing a thong!  Both cheeks of her
beautiful ass were on display.  Standing here next to a topless Ashley, and
having just watched Alicia strip down to so little, I felt very horny.  I
almost wished I wasn't wearing the towel at all!

   Alicia neatly folded her clothes, then came over to join us in the
kitchen, walking on her tip toes.  That only made her seem taller.  Of the
three of us, she definitely had the bustiest chest.  And of course, I was
the smallest, which made me feel self-conscious all over again.

   "You know, Alicia, if you were going to be wearing that little thing,"
Ashley winked and teased, "maybe you should just go bottomless!"

   I gasped, as the others laughed.  Alicia spun around, and then stood in
front of me, her boobs practically in my face.  She hooked her thumbs
inside the elastic waistband, and began to tease them over her hips.  I
thought I even saw a tuft of brown pubic hair peek into view.

   My friend continued to wiggle her hips and asked, "You mean go running
around with just a hand between my legs?"

   Again, we all giggled and laughed, although I felt my tummy fill with
butterflies.

   "I'll do it --" Alicia declared, "but only if Erica looses the towel,
and runs completely naked!"

   Christa and Ashley urged me on, saying how cool that would be.  One girl
topless, one bottomless -- and me in the middle, totally nude.  Oh my gosh,
I really wanted to do it!  If it was just the four of us, I probably would.
But despite my beating heart, somewhere in the back of my mind, I
remembered that we would be going across campus and inside another
dormitory building filled with students.

   "I'm sorry," I squeaked.  "No -- I can't."

   Alicia just smiled and snapped her panties against her hips, even hiking
them up into her crotch a bit.  "Suit yourself, Erica."

   We began to shuffle ourselves back into the main room.  I guess we were
all about ready to get going.  Alicia was next to me on one side, and
Ashley was on the other, still cupping her breasts.  Then Christa stepped
into the middle of the room and held out a hand to stop us.

   "Oh, I just have to get a picture of this!" she cried.

   "What?" I asked, startled.  I did not expect this adventure was going to
be documented.

   Ashley, too, seemed a bit concerned as she huddled closer to me and
said, "Yeah, what is this for your "art" collection?  You had better not
show these to anybody!"

   Fishing through her bag for her digital camera, Christa replied, "Oh,
it's only for us girls.  To share the memories, you know?"

   "Or mammeries," I quipped, glancing at Alicia's cleavage and licking my
lips.

   Oh my gosh, what was I thinking!  This was my best friend.  But standing
in between the girls, in just a little pink towel, I was so aroused!  As
Christa readied her camera, I suddenly thought the other two might yank the
towel off me at the last second.  That would be so embarrassing, because
right at that moment, my pussy lips were spread and my clitoris had popped
out of its hood!

   "I just hope it's not too chilly out tonight!" Alicia giggled.

   After another glance at my friend in her sexy underwear, I started to
think how daring she was behaving this evening.  I wondered if she was up
to something.  And then Christa took our picture, saving the digital
capture of we three young women wearing so little.  I guess, technically, I
was the most covered, so that made me feel a little better.

   The Art student then put her camera back in her bag, before casually
walking over to the door.  It was odd, seeing her fully dressed, while the
rest of us were somewhat indecent.  She stepped out into the hallway, and
then turned to motion that it was all clear.

   Alicia squeezed my arm and said, "Here we go, Erica!"

   Now that I was caught up in the emotion, this was pretty exciting!  Not
only to be walking outside the dorm room in a short towel, but also because
of my friend in her bra and panties, and Ashley in just her panties.  The
three of us moved carefully in our bare feet, and followed Christa's lead.
Presumably, she would take us safely out of the building and pick our way
across campus, while keeping an eye out for any trouble.

   At this stage, we must have still felt secure as we were in a familiar
setting, only a few yards from the safety of Ashley's room.  So we kind of
walked loosely, not huddled together.  With the clothed Christa pointing
out the way, her friend followed next, still clutching her breasts.  I was
behind her, and I was starting to realize how hot Ashley looked in just her
snug white panties.  Her back was so smooth and bare, and she had a really
nice butt.  I felt myself blush, imagining the girl loosing her underwear
and seeing her naked ass!  Alicia marched alongside me, and I wondered if
she guessed my thoughts.

   We rounded a corner, and suddenly crossed the path of another group of
female students.

   "Wow, nice outfits!" one of the girls said.

   "Going out on the town like that?" asked another, eyeing my two friends
clad in their panties.

   "What's with the little girl in the towel?" teased a college co-ed from
across the hall.

   Christa came to our defense, or so I thought she would, but instead
replied, "These ladies are up for some campus streaking."

   "Sounds fun," the first student answered mischievously, and they began
to gather around us.  "Actually, your friend in the middle is kind of cute
--"

   As the girls moved closer, one of them reached out to touch the hem of
my towel, causing me to squeak.  "Please don't!  I'm not wearing anything
else -- I'm naked!"

   "Well, that's the idea isn't it?" the other girl playfully snapped
Ashley's panties, since she was helpless with her hands covering her tits.
"Shouldn't you ladies be discarding the rest of your things?"

   I was kind of nervous and excited at the same time.  What if they ended
up taking my towel off?  I didn't want these other girls to see my pointy
nipples and shaved pussy.  Why didn't Christa do something!  Thankfully, it
was my friend Alicia who intervened.

   Clad in just her bra and thong, the busty brunette looked them in the
eye and said, "We are going to take everything off when we get to the
dormitory building across campus!"

   "Oh, that does sound pretty wild," the first girl said, with a measure
of respect.

   The three female dorm students stepped back, allowing us room to move
forward again.  I gave them a parting glance, and tightened my tiny towel
in front of my chest.  If I raised it just high enough, I wondered if I
could flash the bottoms of my butt cheeks.  Before rounding the corner of
the hallway, Christa made sure it was clear this time.

   "Have a good time, ladies!" one of the girls called out, and then
started walking in the opposite direction.

   Quickly passing by the closed doors of other dorm rooms, I turned to
Alicia and gasped, "Did you mean what you said?  Are you two going to
finish stripping when we get to the building?"

   "I don't know, Erica.  Do you want to?"

   I thought about it for a moment, my heart beating faster.  "Um -- all
right -- I'll do it if you do!"

   "You hear that, Ashley?" my brunette friend jiggled her way forward. 
"Erica and I are going to show it all --"

   I saw Ashley squeeze her breasts tight as she turned to us with a
shocked expression.  "Oh, really?  Well that's more than what I signed up
for -- I was supposed to be wearing the towel.  No way I'm loosing my
panties!"

   Alicia seemed to reconsider her words and said, "I guess we'll see what
happens when we get there."

   Now I was filled with suspense!  I think I might have dropped my only
covering right there, if Alicia asked me to, with little more than a
promise that she would remove her underwear.  This was so hot!  I bounced
on my little toes.  Fortunately, Christa kept us moving, and soon we were
heading down a hallway that led to the building's back entrance.

   First we had to climb down some stairs.  Our student bodyguard dutifully
opened the door and made sure no one was climbing up in our direction.  It
was somewhat amusing that Christa was expected to shield us from discovery
or getting into trouble, when we were wearing so little.  The more I
thought about it, we were probably already in trouble, but there was no
turning back now.  Following on the heels of Christa's shoes, our bare feet
slapped over the tiled steps, as we descended to the ground floor level.

   It felt like my pubic mound was pulsating beneath the towel as we took a
few nervous steps into the new hallway.  Hearing the sound of other student
voices, I really wanted to touch myself.  I couldn't imagine what it would
be like in the dorms across campus, where we would be deliberately running
through a crowd!  For now, Christa had us stay close to the wall and we
inched our way closer to the door.  This was unreal!

   Just as some footsteps came from around the corner, our fully dressed
friend shoved us forward saying, "Out!  Get outside!"

   Well, before I knew what was happening, we were ushered through a
doorway and down a little corridor.  And then Christa pushed us out into
the open night air!  It was just Alicia in her bra and panties, me in my
towel, and Ashley in only a scrap of underwear.  I clutched the cloth tight
in front of my body, feeling a cool breeze over my lower legs and
shoulders. I bet if Ashley wasn't covering her bare breasts, I would see
how hard her nipples were!

   My brunette friend rubbed her arms, then playfully snapped the waistband
of her own thong, making me wonder if she was horny like me.  "Isn't this
exciting!"

   "Uh-huh," I said, with wide eyes, and moved close enough to touch
Alicia's tummy.

   Then Christa was at our sides, pulling me along by the arm, "OK, ladies,
we have to hurry -- don't want to get caught loitering around like this."

   She was right.  I couldn't think of any possible explanation if security
or other classmates should stumble upon us out here, standing around
half-naked.  Well, at least I had my midriff covered, and I was probably
the warmest.  Goose pimples began to form on the bare skin of my other
friends.  We had to keep moving.

   Christa led us in a circuitous route around the back of the building.  I
hoped no one on the upper floors looked out their windows to watch us.  But
then, it was dark out, and not well lit along the path we were taking. 
However, that would change as we made our progress across the campus and
toward the other building.  We crept along side paths, keeping behind the
landscaped shrubbery when we could.  Often, the three of us would crouch
down in hiding, while Christa scoped out the area and let us know it was
safe to continue.

   Halfway through a campus parking lot, Ashley stopped and said, "I don't
know if we should go through with this --"

   I looked at the perky nineteen-year-old, standing on the curb directly
beneath an exterior light.  She was completely exposed, with the fingers of
her hands minimally covering her breasts.  I wondered if her panties were
wet.  Watching her squirm and fidget, I certainly thought she would feel
better if she took them off!

   "Come on, we're almost there!" Alicia urged as she walked by fully lit
in her black bra and panties.

   Following my friend's steps, I glanced up at the row of lights that
continued into the distance.  I clutched my towel tight and thought that
anyone who should pass in this direction, would be treated to quite a
sight. Christa kept us all moving, and soon the other dormitory loomed into
view.

   It was explained to me that this was where those upper class students
who lived on campus were housed.  The idea was that few of these people
would be in any of the classes my friends and I were taking.  And a lot of
them would be graduating at the end of the semester, so it was unlikely
that three younger students streaking the place would be remembered.  At
least, it sounded good to me, although I was still nervous.

   We skirted around the front of the building, giving a wide berth to the
marble steps that led to the doors, where young men and women were exiting
and entering.  There was a way through the cut lawn, once more shrouded in
semi-darkness, and Christa would lead us to an alternative entrance.  It
seemed since these were the older students, there would be less authority
supervisors around to keep an eye on them.  But I did see a campus security
car pass by, patrolling the street.  I guess that was a good thing.

   "All right, ladies --" Christa announced, barely raising her voice above
a whisper.  "This is it!"

   A white side door faced us on ground level, and we found that it opened
easily.  Passing through, it was completely dark inside.  The four of us
shuffled forward, with anxious giggles, and Christa hushing us not to make
too much noise.  I realized that Ashley would have to stretch her arms out
to feel her way forward, and this meant her titties were uncovered,
bouncing free!  I scampered ahead, and placed my hands on her bare back.

   "Ooooh!" Ashley practically squealed.  "Erica, is that you?  Your
fingers are cold!"

   Alicia brushed by my arm and said, "I bet I know some place where she's
hot --"

   Again, we tried to stifle our giggles, taking comfort in each other
since we were wearing so little.  Suddenly the lights went on, and we saw
Christa standing next to a switch.  Looking around the room, it appeared we
had entered some sort of back pantry or storage room.  The walls were lined
with shelves, containing household goods and boxes, kitchen and cooking
supplies.  There also appeared to be a reserve of all manner of snacks and
chips and bottles of soda.  I just hoped one of the college students didn't
get the munchies and come looking in here.

   Now that we had some light, the three of us gingerly spread apart a
little from one another.  Instinctively, Ashley had slung an arm over her
breasts, and held her other hand clasped in front of her panties.  Alicia
stood on the tips of her bare toes, rubbing her elbows and looking
delicious in her sexy underwear.  We all waited a moment, listening for any
sounds or voices outside of the room.  Then I bravely stepped into the
middle.

   "So, um, did you want to do like you said earlier?" I asked as I
nervously twisted the end of my towel.

   Alicia arched an eyebrow and grinned.  "What do you mean, Erica?"

   "You know, should we go all out, and really streak this place?"

   "You mean like go -- totally naked?" Alicia continued to tease me, even
as she rubbed the front of her sheer panties.  "I don't know -- what do you
think, Ashley?"

   Our perky topless friend only tugged her own panties higher, while
keeping her tits carefully concealed.  "I told you, I'm not going any
further."

   Alicia turned back to me and said, "Looks like it's your move, Erica. 
If you drop your towel, I'll take off my underwear!"

   Oh my!  I turned my head, to see Christa waiting and she smiled at me. A
hush fell over the room, and it seemed like we were the only four people
down here.  So I took a deep breath, undoing the front of my towel that had
been folded over and tucked in.  For a heartbeat, I gripped the edges tight
-- and then let it fall to the floor.

   I stood nude in front of my two friends, as Christa checked out my bare
ass.

   "It's not like it was going to cover much anyway," I laughed nervously,
with one hand touching the side of my leg, and the other teasing the ends
of my hair.

   The others just continued to stare at my naked body.  I felt my blood
race and my heart quicken, knowing that they were seeing every inch of me.
Then I looked down, and saw that my pink nipples protruded out, fully
erect. Placing my hands on my soft, trim tummy, I noticed my clitoris had
unfolded out of its hood and was poking directly at the girls. 
Embarrassed, I quickly clasped my hands over my shaved pussy.

   Alicia shook her head, and then said, "Well, if you're going to run
through the halls looking like that -- the least I can do is join you."

   Christa had stepped to my side, and picked up the towel crumpled at my
feet.  "You two are crazy!"

   My friend Alicia playfully stuck out her tongue, watching the fully
dressed girl fold the towel neatly over her arm.  Then the busty brunette
reached behind her back, and started to unclasp her black lacy bra.  This
was going to be hot -- Alicia and me running through the dorms stark naked!


   A loud bang, like the sound of a door slamming, startled us all!  I
jumped to my toes, while my friend still had her arms to her chest,
clutching the cups of her bra.  We looked around in shock, my eyes going
wide as I realized I had absolutely nothing on.

   "I think it came from behind us!" Christa said, pushing me forward with
a hand on my rear.

   Ashley and Alicia skipped forward in their underwear.

   "What if there are people out in hall?" I cried, covering up my small
titties with both hands, which left my pussy entirely exposed!

   Well, sure enough, as we piled out of the storage room, we could hear
voices.  Lots of voices -- it sounded like they were surrounding us, coming
from all directions.  First we broke one way, and then Christa grabbed me
by the wrist in order to pull me down another hallway.  This was happening
too fast, I thought, as my arms flailed out and I ran bare assed naked
after her.

   For those initial moments of panic, everything was like a blur.  I was
in a strange building, full of college students, and I wasn't wearing any
clothes.  Over and over, I told myself not to loose contact with Christa
who had my only covering.  I completely forgot about Alicia and Ashley.  We
rounded one corner, and not a split second too soon, spotted a group of
twenty-something year olds.  As if acting on reflex alone, the art student
whipped me around and pushed me down a different corridor.  I guess she
didn't want to get caught with the naked girl!

   "Hey!" came a voice raised behind us.

   Christa seemed to ignore this possibility of being discovered, and
steered me toward a set of stairs.  "Up!  Up you go --"

   "Oh!  But --" I heard myself gasp, as my body tingled with excitement
and arousal.

   I climbed forward on tiptoes, my bare feet arched and hands grasping in
front of me.  Christa must have gotten a pretty intimate look between my
legs, from behind.  I could feel my tiny boobies shake and quiver, and I
stepped nude into an upstairs hallway.  Without waiting for direction, I
continued to streak down the momentarily silent corridor.  These must have
been dorm rooms, with the doors branching off on either side of me.  And it
was only a matter of time before students might come walking out, crossing
my path.  The idea thrilled me and scared me, which kept my eyes wide,
heart beating fast, and tummy fluttering!

   Slowing down, I rounded a corner cautiously.  Fortunately it was still
quiet.  It seemed like most of the activity was still downstairs, where I
guess they had the kitchens and entertainment rooms.  I leaned my back
against the wall, pausing to catch my breath.  Naked!  Here in one of the
campus dormitories!  I rested a hand on my flat stomach, lowering my eyes
past my very erect nipples.  At that moment, I really wished I had some
pubic hair.  As it was, I was all bare, and -- well, showing a whole lot of
pink!

   Cupping my hands to my breasts, I shyly peeked back around the corner.

   Where was Christa?  And where were Ashley and Alicia, for that matter? I
couldn't believe we had gotten separated so quickly.  I figured I should
probably go back, retrace my steps and find them.  Suddenly, I heard a door
begin to open.  A couple of college students walked out into the hallway.
Just as I pulled my face and shoulder behind the corner again, another door
opened, followed by the sound of voices.  The students greeted each other,
started a casual conversation.  No chance going back that way.

   The thought occurred to me that there was a very real probability of
getting caught.  I was totally nude, and there were lots of other young
people around.  I had to keep myself from dwelling on such things, as it
only served to make me horny.  And the last thing I wanted was to be caught
playing with myself!

   Well, I decided I had better keep moving forward.  Crossing my arms over
my tits, I clutched my shoulders in opposite hands and padded down the
hallway.  I could feel my cute little bottom bouncing behind me, and in
front, my labia unfolded and flapping exposed.  Unlike the other corridor,
this one had no side doors but the walls were lined with bulletin boards or
decorative artwork.  I came to another branching passage, and ducked this
way, since I really had no clue as to the layout of the building.a

   Now some other rooms opened up on this floor, and I approached these
cautiously.  One such that I heard sounds from, appeared to have a big
screen television, and male voices were raised in heated, passionate tones.
I guess there was a game on tonight.  Peering inside, I saw the backs of
three young men, who were intently focused on the action on the big screen.
I pressed myself against the wall, so close, so that my nipples and
protruding clit rubbed the surface.  Greatly daring, I stepped sideways and
stuck the entire length of my slender bare leg into the room.  I even
wiggled my toes!

   When I didn't get a reaction from the guys, I figured it was safe.  So I
carefully shielded my breasts and clasped a hand over my pussy, then
scampered past the open doorway.  My heart was beating wildly!  Covering up
this way, I jogged down the rest of the dormitory hallway.  I could hear
other voices, but now I wasn't sure where they were coming from.  When I
reached an intersecting corridor, I turned the corner.

   Another set of stairs loomed before me.  My hair swished across my back
as I looked over my shoulder, considering my options.  I could turn around
and try to run past another hallway, but I didn't know how long my luck
would hold out.  Something told me, I should be trying to find a way back
down and regroup with my friends, not climb higher into an unknown
building.

   But I was naked -- and part of me wanted to know what would happen if
others saw me like this.  Would they even want to see me naked, especially
the older students who were twenty or twenty-one?  Young adults really, and
here I was hardly a year out of high school.  I was raw and innocent -- and
I found my hands wandering over my nubile body.  Letting my arms fall to my
sides, to keep from teasing myself, I placed a bare foot on the first step.


   There were twelve steps in total that I counted, as I climbed the flight
with legs slightly trembling.  They opened out onto a new wing of the
dormitory, and I looked around at these surroundings, staying near the
wall. More doors started in the distance, so I figured these were other
student apartments.  As I slowly moved my body forward, my nipples poked
out, almost pointing at the ceiling.  This was so hot -- I wished my
friends were with me!

   Suddenly, one of the doors opening sounded behind me!  Instead of
running, I froze, hands on my chest.  I heard a gasp, then a young female
voice.

   "Well, that's a cute little outfit, honey!"

   "Eek!" I cried, maybe a little too loudly.

   Flustered, I spun halfway around, and then stood on the toes of one leg.
I raised my other leg in embarrassment while hugging my arms across my
chest.  And then I realized that the girl standing in front of me was
Carrie!

   "What are you doing running around up here, Erica, without any clothes
on?" she asked, as a broad grin spread across her features.

   The strawberry blonde was wearing a short, one-piece mini dress.  She
always looked sexy in black, and I tried to answer her, "I was doing a
streak with Alicia and Ashley -- and -- um --"

   "Are they naked, too?" Carrie asked, amused.

   "Um -- well, maybe.  I don't know.  We kind of got separated --" I
answered feebly.

   "Put your hands on your head," my friend commanded, and after I did as I
was told, she began walking slowly around me.  "So you were the only one in
the nude when you started this little adventure?"

   I stood with my feet spread shoulder-width apart.  My fingers trembled,
so I knotted them together atop my head.  My little tits were thrust out as
I replied, "Oh gosh, Carrie, we could get caught out here any minute!  Um,
let me see, Alicia was just in her underwear -- she had started to take off
her bra, when we had to run.  Ooooh, and Ashley had been only wearing a
pair of panties, but she was covering up her bare tits!  "

   Of course, as I talked about the other girls, this continued to excite
me.  Already throbbing, my nipples positively wiggled and stuck up toward
the ceiling.  And down below, my bare pussy had opened up, and you could
guess what was poking out.

   "Mmmm, sounds pretty risky!" Carrie purred as she slipped in behind me.

   First she had her hands on my hips.  Then before I knew it, she was all
over my body, rubbing down my back and smooth ass.  One arm reached around
me and squeezed a breast, while her other softly caressed my stomach.  I
arched up on my bare toes, allowing her to explore and tease.  When she
started to move her fingers lower and stroke my labia, I though Carrie was
going to take me right here in the hallway!

   "Oh!  Mmmm, yes!" I moaned.  And then, in the middle of being pleasured,
I asked, "But what are you doing here, Carrie?"

   "Evidently, driving you wild!" she laughed playfully.  "Although I was
actually on another date tonight --"

   I squirmed around, trying to press my body against hers.  "A date?"

   "It was nothing special," Carrie mumbled as I tried to hike up her dress
"Besides, I'm having much more fun with you, Erica!  Maybe I even heard
about the possibility of your little streak tonight, and made arrangements
to join you --"

   "Oh, that would be so hot!" I nearly cried out with joy.  "Come on,
let's get this off you, and we can go streaking together!"

   "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she answered with a sly grin.

   Unfortunately, the taller girl pulled away from me slightly, and neatly
pressed down the front of her dress.  I watched her, my hands hanging at my
sides, body still tingling.  If I didn't find some relief fast, I was going
to cum right here in the dormitory hallway.

   Carrie evaluated my naked form and sucked on her finger in thought. 
"I'll tell you what, Erica -- I'll go and look for the others and then head
back to Ashley's dorm room.  Once we get there, I'm going to slip out of my
clothes and take a nice warm bath.  And if you make it back in time, you
can join me!"

   "But what am I supposed to do now?" I whined.  "Can't I just go with
you?"

   "No!" Carrie insisted.  She stepped forward again, emphasizing her point
by flicking my nipples.  "I want you to run around to the other side of
this floor.  That will give me a head start to find Alicia, Ashley, and
Christa.  Now stay hard for me!"

   Well!  That wouldn't be too difficult!  My titties were throbbing as she
let go, and skipped back down the hallway, toward the stairs I had climbed
earlier.  I let my hand absently wander, until my fingers made contact with
my adorable pussy.  Oh, gosh I was wet!  One more reason why I really
didn't want to get caught like this.  Anxiously, I spun around on my bare
heel, and began to creep forward in the opposite direction.

   It was a weird feeling as I passed by the doors to the student
apartments on either side.  I mean, anyone could burst out at any moment.
Really, I was lucky to have only been spotted by my friend Carrie.  And
yet, for some reason, I proceeded to walk right down the middle of the
corridor instead of hugging the wall.  At first, of course, I clutched arms
and hands over my breasts and crotch.  But my pink bits were just so
sensitive, I couldn't continue to walk in that position.  By the time I
reached the corner, I was not covering up at all.

   Peering around the edge of the wall, I saw that there was another
staircase ahead.  I could definitely hear the faint sound of voices from
below, but I figured I would have to make my way out of the building sooner
or later.  So I bravely stepped out onto the carpeted steps and began
moving toward the lower floor.  All nude, and horny!

   I was just thinking that I should let it all hang out, and run through
the dorms even if everybody sees me.  It was late, a Friday night, and no
one on campus really knew me.  And then, rounding the corner at the foot of
the stairs, another young woman walked right in front of me --

   Oh my gosh, it was Lisa!

   "Well, well, Erica.  I was just looking for you," the arrogant blonde
said, eyeing me from head to toe.

   I gasped, my heart nearly stuck in my throat.  On the one hand, I was
glad that it was yet another of my high school acquaintances who caught me,
and not some stranger.  But I was always ashamed whenever Lisa saw me
naked. Especially totally naked.  She was so beautiful, and I really had no
idea what she thought of my body.  She always would make fun of my small
tits, but Lisa never said if she thought I was cute or sexy or anything. 
It was kind of driving me crazy.

   Running both my hands through my hair, I spread my legs a little, to
make sure she got a good look at my pink pussy and extended clitoris.  "Um,
hello -- Lisa.  What are you doing here?"

   "That's funny," the young woman laughed derisively.  "Asking me about my
business, while you are in a campus building completely in the nude."

   When Lisa put it like that, reminding me of the seriousness of the
situation, I instinctively locked my knees together and dropped a hand to
cover my baldness.

   "You still look like a little girl," she remarked coolly.  "Move your
hands out of the way."

   I immediately did as instructed.  However, I couldn't help but steal a
glance over my bare shoulder, wondering who might wander down the stairs
and get an unobstructed view of my little bottom.  Lisa moved closer,
folded her arms, and continued to eye me critically.

   "Your nipples are so pink, and long, Erica.  I can tell you've been
playing with yourself --"

   Licking my lips, I remembered Carrie's hands on my body.  "Um, not
exactly."

   Lisa then crouched down in front of me, her face inches away from my
pussy.  I just stared straight ahead as she inhaled, taking in the aroma of
my arousal, and then she blew gently across my exposed lower lips.  Almost,
I wanted to place my hands on her head and draw her near.  I did separate
my legs further, allowing the college freshman easier access.  Shocked, and
extremely excited, I felt Lisa use her fingers to spread apart my labia and
peer into my vagina.

   "Well I can see you are about to let loose your juices," the girl
remarked, pausing to press my clitoris with her thumb!

   I tried to speak, while moaning beneath her touch.  "Ah -- I think --
mmmm -- I should be going now!"

   At this point, Lisa stood up and casually wiped her fingers on her pants
leg.  I noticed for the first time she was wearing some kind of baggy
khakis, but had a tight top that complimented her well-shaped breasts. 
Lisa reached into her pants pockets, and pulled out a couple of items.  It
looked like --

   "Don't you want to wait for Alicia?" the scheming nineteen-year-old
smiled.

   "Oh, my, are those?" I brought one hand to my mouth and pointed with the
other.  "Are those Alicia's bra -- and panties?"

   Lisa twirled the black lacy things on the tips of her fingers.  "Took
them right off her.  Teach her to go running around campus in her
underwear!"

   "You mean she is stark naked?"

   The bossy blonde just grinned and started to turn away.  "Follow me,
Erica."

   I gladly padded after her, thinking about the sight of luscious Alicia
fully nude, somewhere in the building.  For a moment, it made me forget
that I was just as vulnerable, as I marched down the hall.  Still, my slim
legs trembled, and arms quivered, with my own body completely on display.
We were moving so quickly, no time to check if we might run into someone.
Maybe that's what Lisa wanted.  Maybe that's what I wanted, too --

   We approached a doorway, and Lisa paused to turn and look at me.

   "Can't you close that thing up?" she asked, annoyed.

   I lowered my eyes, then shyly cupped both hands over my pussy, which of
course had parted invitingly.  "I'm sorry, Lisa -- it's just so exciting!"

   "A fine way to greet your friend," the blonde said disapproving of my
condition.  "Don't try to hide your nipples, Erica.  They are sticking
straight up at the ceiling."

   Rubbing a bare foot behind my leg, I replied, "My breasts are looking
perky tonight, aren't they?"

   Lisa only grunted, "They are still a bit too small.  But I guess we
can't all be so well endowed.  It amazes me how easily you run around stark
naked!"

   "But, I --"

   The door was thrown open, and Lisa grabbed me by an arm.  She
practically pulled me close to her, only to shove me forward with her hands
on my smooth bare bottom.  I jiggled and skipped a couple of steps into the
room, hearing the bossy blonde behind me.

   "Alicia will be waiting for you," Lisa laughed.

   And then the door was closed.

   Instinctively, I spun around, rubbing my arms as if there was a chill in
the room.  Gathering my bearings I saw that I was in what looked to be a
student apartment.  It was similar to Ashley's dorm, but much nicer.  There
was a red loveseat directly in front of me, and I started moving in this
direction.  As I walked forward slowly, my toes sank into a rich plush
carpet.

   I turned my head to better take in my surroundings.  This really was a
nice pad.  I wondered if all upperclassmen were provided such furnishings.
The place did seem empty.  For some reason, the idea of being totally nude
in some student's apartment, a student I couldn't possibly know, made me
incredibly horny.

   "Alicia -- are you in here?" I called out softly, as I crept deeper into
the room

   There was a door closed off to the side, and I paused standing in front
of it.  I ran a hand down my stomach and licked my lips, imagining my
friend equally undressed on the other side.  Filled with anxiety, I inched
up on my tiptoes.  My butt cheeks clenched reflexively, in anticipation.  I
placed my hand on the doorknob and turned.

   Peering inside as I pushed forward, the room appeared to be dimly lit.
There was a flickering light coming from a distant corner, almost projected
off the back wall.  Bravely, I willed my body to keep moving, and stepped
full into the room.

   "Alicia, are you in here?" I called into the semi-darkness.

   A voice, a young male voice, replied, "Quiet, we're trying to watch the
movie!"

   Before I could even react, another young man's voice piped up, "Who's
Alicia?"

   I just froze, mid stride.  Had Lisa tricked me again?  Maybe I walked
into the wrong room!  I kind of had one slender leg stretched in front of
me, slightly bent as I prepared to take another unclad step.  I had lifted
my arms, when sudden doubt had paralyzed me in uncertainty, my fingers
lightly touching my bare shoulders.  In the flickering light from the
plasma television on the wall, I could tell that my slim figure was
silhouetted against the open door behind me.  And my nipples, uncovered,
were sticking straight out.

   That was the pose I struck when the lights of the room were turned up.

   I found myself staring like a deer caught in headlights, into the
equally wide eyes of two college guys who had craned their necks around to
identify the intruder.  As they evaluated my full frontal nudity, I also
noted that these guys did not appear to be jocks or preps.  In fact, they
looked like a couple of Sci-Fi geeks.  One had glasses and wore an open
buttoned-down shirt un-tucked.  The other was bearded and a little
overweight.  My eyes darted to one of the room's walls where a Star Trek
poster was hung.

   "Looks like you have your dorm numbers mixed up," the genius with the
glasses said.

   "Looks like some new entertainment has arrived," said Beardy, reaching
over to crack open a beer can.

   "Um, I --" all I could do was stammer.

   Then the other guy with the remote, that apparently controlled not only
the television but also the dimmer switch, started to make introductions!
"Hi, my name is Bob -- and this is Jake."

   "I'm Erica --" I said shyly, feeling a pink blush spread all over my
body.

   Jake offered a friendly smile and asked, "Would you like a beer?"

   I shook my head no.  Then I raised one hand to tease the ends of my
hair. It was an annoying habit that I needed to break, especially when I
was naked!  I still had nothing covered.  My heart was racing, and I took a
small step forward, my bare feet shuffling over the carpet.  These guys
were like twenty or twenty-one, and although not the hottest looking, they
kept me aroused knowing they were seeing every inch of my body.

   Bob adjusted his sitting position (probably to hide something in his
pants!) and said to his friend, "She looks like one of those girls on that
radio show."

   "Hey, yeah.  She's completely hairless," Jake stated the obviou.  "But
she'd need a boob job"

   I thought I would die of embarrassment!  Hearing them critical of my
little tits, I felt so humiliated.  But still, I did not try to run. 
However, I did lift my hands to cover my breasts.

   "No, no, it's OK," Bob tried to reassure me.  "I think they're cute. 
You can lower your arms --"

   There was definitely a charge of sexual tension in the room, but I
sensed that I was not in any danger.  I doubt these guys saw much action,
and me walking in on them bare-ass nude was probably such a thrill. 
Slowly, I moved my hands out of the way.  I was going to switch hands and
shield my pussy, but a look from Jake's puppy dog eyes, and I left my
clean-shaven slit on display.

   Bob and his friend sat captivated on the floor, and asked if I would
climb onto the bed.

   "Um, I don't think that's a good idea --" I replied, biting my lip.

   "It's not what you think," Bob laughed.  "It's just -- I want to see if
you can walk over the corner bedpost --"

   I giggled in spite of myself, and the situation.  "What?"

   "Here, look --" Jake crawled over to the other side of the bed, and
pointed at the decorative ornament used on the bottom post.

   Atop the metal frame, at each edge, was a smooth globe.  I couldn't tell
if it was glass or some other silver material.  It kind of had a planetary
look to it, and was about the size of a volley-ball.  Some kind of new age
modern art furniture, I figured.  Moving closer to inspect, I lifted a knee
and let it sink into the soft mattress.  Now I could place both hands on
the ornate bedpost, which I found to be cool to the touch.

   The guys urged me forward.  This was weird.  But kind of fun, too.  I
realized that I would have to hoist myself a little in order to clear the
globe's surface.  With one foot still on the floor, I stretched my leg,
raising up on my toes.  I pushed down on the sphere, almost like a gymnast
trying to vault a beam.  I only made it half-way --

   Hard and smooth, the round post made contact with my labia and sent a
shock of pleasure through my body.  My pussy lips were brushed delightfully
across its surface.  I found that I could let go with my hands and
essentially straddle the globe.  Was this something they had seen on their
radio show?  Well, it felt amazing!  Running my hands through my hair, I
actually started to hump the bedpost, rubbing my soft pussy back and forth,
my clit dangling out and wiggling.

   "Oh -- mmmm, yes!  Mmmmm!"

   As soon as I squeezed my breasts and pinched a nipple, I realized that I
was masturbating in front of two unknown college guys.  Although I knew
their names, so I suppose we weren't complete strangers.  But I didn't
care. It was too late, and if someone didn't stop me, I was going to cum
all over this guy's room!

   "What the hell?" came an angry female voice behind me.

   Still straddling the silvery sphere, I looked over my bare shoulder to
see that a young woman had entered the room.  She had short hair, and was a
bit overweight herself.  One look at her Star-Trek T shirt, and my face
dawned with understanding.  She was one of these guys' Sci-Fi friends. 
This was her room!

   Before I knew it, Star Trek lady grabbed me by my arm.  She pulled me
off the bed and whirled me around.  The boys got a pretty good look up my
ass, and between my legs as well!

   "I am so sick of this," the lady complained.  "These other college guys
dating high school girls!  They bring them on to campus, have their way
with then, and then they get lost!  What are you fifteen, sixteen years
old?"

   "No, I -- oooh!" I yelped as she smacked my bare butt.

   Jake and Bob tried to come to my defense.  "Come on Nancy, don't be hard
on her --"

   "Speaking of hard-ons, " Nancy said with finality, "This little show is
over!"

   I realized then that the boys were in no condition to help me.  The
college girl was much stronger than me, and there was nothing I could do as
she pulled me out, back into the living room.  To my surprise, there was
another girl sitting out here, with long blonde hair and glasses.  Past her
amazed expression I was pushed, all the way to the entrance to the girl's
apartment.

   I had hope at worst she would toss me back into the hallway, where Lisa
would be waiting to laugh at me.  Where the hell was Alicia, anyway, or my
other friends!  Unfortunately, I was in no such luck.  Nancy continued to
drag me buck naked down the corridor.  She was moving so fast, so it was
all I could do to keep up on my rubbery legs.  My free arm was flailing
out, and unable to cover anything.

   As we passed other dorm rooms, doors opened up, and other students
stepped outside to see what the commotion was.  I had been so close to
orgasm, I was afraid that my nipples and clit were still erect.  A dozen or
more people caught view of my nubile form.

   Our forced march through the dormitory continued, and there was still no
sign of my friends.  I'd like to say I was dragged kicking and screaming
through the twisting passages, but in truth, I was too flustered to do
anything about it, so it seemed like I went along holding Nancy's hand.  We
walked into a common area where there were maybe thirty students -- and
they saw EVERYTHING!

   "Streaker!" somebody shouted.

   There were whistles and clapping, and then the chant was picked up:
"Streaker!  Streaker!"

   Now that Nancy had gotten the whole floor of the dormitory worked up,
she was prepared to release her hold on me.  First, she pulled me close and
whispered in my ear.

   "Now get out, you tart, and find security or some phone to call home to
Mommy to pick you up!"

   Totally naked, I ran down some steps into a lobby or waiting area. 
Behind me, the crowd followed, calling out and making comments about my
chest and bouncing bottom.  With arms stretched out to either side of me, I
made a frantic dash for the exit, my pink pussy lips flapping in front of
me.  I hope none of these older students would remember my face.

   Once I left the confines of the building, the cool nighttime air washed
across my overheated body.  It felt so good!  I actually had to pause a
moment to catch my breath, and flick my elongated nipples.  Then I slipped
a finger inside --

   "Ooooh --"

   No time for that!  I had to get back to Ashley's room.  This meant a
further streak through campus, and then a daring climb through her
building. But what if she wasn't back at her room herself?  Then again,
there had been no sign of Ashley or Christa or Alicia, since we separated.
I guess Lisa had tricked me after all.  They were probably sitting back in
my friend's dorm room have a great laugh at my expense.

   And then I remembered that Carrie was supposed to join me in a hot bath
once I had returned.  That, and the fact that my only clothes were still at
Ashley's place, caused me to pick up my pace and start jogging across
campus.  Thankfully it was a Friday night, so a lot of students had gone
home for the weekend, or would be out on the town.  Also, the faculty would
be gone, so I wouldn't have to worry about an embarrassing encounter with
any of my professors.

   By the time I made it back to the dormitory for new students, I shied up
again.  These were my potential or current classmates.  I had to be really
careful, and didn't want to get in trouble or get a reputation for doing
this sort of thing.  With one hand covering my pussy, I pulled on the glass
door that led to the rear of the building.  I still felt really sexy as I
sneaked through the corridor on my bare tiptoes, hugging my body, but
knowing that my cute little ass was so exposed.

   As I peered around the corner on the floor that led to Ashley's dorm
room, I felt I playful slap on my bottom.  I turned around to see one of
the girls who taunted us earlier in the evening.

   "Well, I guess you went through with it," she said with a marked tone of
respect in her voice.

   "Uh-huh," I answered, while trying to hide how horny I was.

   The girl looked me over, and then snickered, "You look like you're ready
to have a screaming orgasm!"

   I just turned around, flashing her my butt, and ran down the hallway. 
She would no doubt hear me when I finally found my release.  Moving forward
I kept my head lowered, but did glance up to check the numbers on each
door. Finally I made it to Ashley's small apartment.

   "Ashley, Christa -- are you inside?" I asked, not too quietly, as I
pounded on the door.  "If you don't let me in -- I'm going to cum -- out
here in the hallway!"

   There was a loud whistle behind me, as someone stepped out from the
doorway directly across from my bare behind.  My fingers touched my
sensitive lips and stroked.  I thought I heard the snap and whirl of a
digital camera, or maybe it was just my imagination.

   The door opened, and Carrie greeted me, wearing a short bathrobe.  "Oh
hello, Erica.  You're running a little late tonight.  I've already had my
bath."

   "Let me in!" I squealed.

   My friend, the buxom strawberry blonde stepped aside, allowing me to
scurry past her into the dorm living room.  Ashley and Christa were on the
couch, covering their mouths to try and contain their fits of laughter.  I
noticed Ashley was wearing a long T-Shirt.

   "So just how exciting was that, Erica?" the art student, Christa, teased
me.

   I put my hands on my head and showed them.  Then I spun around and tried
to get to the bathroom, but Carrie stopped me.

   "Alicia is in the shower right now --

   I was already fingering myself as I asked, "Did..  mmmm -- did Alicia
streak through -- campus?"

   "Not exactly," Carrie informed me.  "You see, when Lisa discovered us,
she offered Alicia a towel in exchange for her underwear -- which she used
to bait you back at the Seniors dorms.  You are the only one who did a
fully naked streak!  We're so proud of you!"

   The humiliation of being played for a fool only served to heighten my
arousal.  The fact that I had been caught nude in two more campus buildings
made me hot.  I sank to the floor, spreading my legs wide apart, and began
openly playing with my pussy.

   "Oh my," Carrie giggled.  "This is going to be a big one --"

   The other girls turned to watch me masturbate.  Behind me, through the
locked bathroom door, I knew Alicia would hear my cries of pleasure and
ecstasy.  It did not take long before I brought myself over the edge, my
body undulating in wave after wave of orgasm.

   And the whole time, I was thinking about Jake and Bob.  I looked at my
wristwatch, trying to judge how long I would have to wait around for
Alicia. She had stay and practice for one of her stuffy musical
performances at the college, and then we would have the rest of the
afternoon free.  I told her that I didn't much feel like sitting through
all that at the campus Arts center, so I made my way to the student
commissary.  After grabbing a quick drink, I stopped to relieve myself, and
then was feeling quite refreshed.

   Stepping back outside the building, I found a marble bench to sit on,
leaning back on the heels of my hands.  It was a lovely day out, and I was
thinking I should have brought along some sunglasses.  As I turned my head
and squinted, I noticed that the campus had pretty much thinned out since
the end of the spring semester.  Of course, there were still activities
going on, leaving plenty of students to watch passing by.  Or perhaps, they
were watching me.

   I lowered my head, pulling my bottom lip through my front teeth. 
Blushing, I crossed my legs.  Today, I had worn a cute denim skirt that
came down to the middle of my thighs.  I had a white long-sleeved top on,
but it was of a light mesh material, and kept me cool.  On my feet there
were a pair of leather open-toed sandals.  I would have dangled the one
shoe on the edge of my bobbing foot, but the straps had buckles and did not
slip off easily.  Maybe that was a good thing.

   Instead, I leaned forward, and ran my hands along the length of my bare,
smooth legs -- over my shins and calves, and then back up again.  The sun
felt really nice on my skin.  Something about the way I let my fingers roam
over my knee made me a little self-conscious.  Like maybe I was showing too
much skin.  But then, it hardly seemed anyone noticed me.

   Over my shoulder, I heard the door to the building opened suddenly.  Not
unusual, except it had been relatively quiet for the last ten minutes or
so. The sound of bustling movement startled me, and I quickly dropped both
feet to the ground and sat up straight.  I turned my head to look behind
me, and observed an amusing sight.

   A young man appeared to be navigating down the path.  But his outfit was
absolutely comical.  He had this oversized bright yellow jumpsuit on, and
big rubber boots.  I watched him lurch first to his left, and then to his
right, as if he was unsure about which direction he was supposed to be
heading.  Strapped over his head were some kind of half glasses, half
goggles with thick black rims.  They were about as ugly as anything I had
ever seen.  Still, I laughed.

   Before I knew it, the oddly dressed individual was moving in my
direction.  I don't know why, but I lifted my legs a little, stretching
them out fully in front of me.  In spite of the bewildered rush he appeared
to be in, that caught his attention!

   The young man paused, then turned to regard me.  "Erica?"

   At the sound of his voice, I suddenly realized who this was.  Looking
closer, I recognized the face, even with those ridiculous goggles, which
were not that much more ridiculous than the glasses he had worn the first
time we met.  It was Bob, the senior I had bumped into a few weeks ago in
the dormitories.  I gave him a shy little wave.

   "Erica!" the young man continued, "I almost didn't recognize you with
--"

   He stopped mid-sentence, before he could finish the embarrassing
statement.  Blushing, I lowered my head.  I know what Bob was going to say.
He almost didn't recognize me, with my clothes on!  I could hear him clear
his throat nervously, shuffling just a few feet off to my side.

   Finally, I looked up again with a weak smile.  "So, um, is there some
kind of bio-hazard emergency on campus?"

   Bob blinked for a moment, confused, then spread his arms out.  "Oh, you
mean this get-up?  I'm sorry -- it must look very bizarre --"

   "Yes, it does," I giggled.

   Now the young man straightened himself and answered, "Well it is for a
very important procedure that I am on my way to, this very minute.  It's
part of a special grant-writing project that Jake and I have been working
on.  We are about to present to the science committee for evaluation."

   "So, you are dealing with dangerous chemicals, or something?" I asked,
somewhat intrigued.

   Bob began to pace, and I could tell he was anxious to be on his way. 
"Not exactly.  We're not entirely sure what we are dealing with, so we have
to take precautions.  It has to do with quantum molecular structure on the
atomic level --"

   My eyes shifted as he trailed on about concepts I could not possibly
fathom.  I guess at some point he noticed my disinterest.  Bob took a few
steps down the path, then turned and motioned with his arm.

   "Erica, would you like to come along?" he asked.  "I'm headed for the
Science Center, and the graduate staff will be waiting."

   I glanced again at my watch.  Alicia would probably be another couple of
hours.  And it did seem kind of prestigious, the way Bob described all the
academic big shots that were going to be evaluating his work.  Since I had
nothing to better to do, I figured I would tag along.  Besides, my class
schedule never involved any advanced sciences, so none of the faculty would
recognize me.

   "All right!" I said, and jumped to my feet.

   It would do me some good to stretch my legs with a walk around campus,
instead of just sitting on my ass.  As Bob began once more heading in a new
direction, I had to hurry to keep up with him.  We probably looked very
strange, next to one other.  With the college senior in his nuclear
plutonium protection suit, and nineteen-year-old me in my little denim
skirt.  Thinking about it, I was probably the prettiest girl Bob had ever
been seen with.  And knowing that I could take people's eyes off him as we
trekked across campus, made me feel really good.

   We reached the halls of the Science Center, and proceeded to enter the
cold white building.  I recall now, that I did have a very general, basic
science course in my first term.  But I hadn't been here since, and
certainly had never seen any of the higher floors.

   Bob led me over to an elevator, which we took up four levels.  It was on
this wing, he explained, that the evaluation/experiment would be taking
place.  Our footsteps echoed as a moment of awkward silence passed between
us.

   "So, um, you're going on to graduate school next year?" I asked,
twisting a lock of hair behind my ear.

   Bob nodded his head earnestly.  "Jake and I were accepted into a
top-notch national program.  Now if all goes well today, we may be awarded
a fellowship in addition to that!  Isn't this exciting?"

   "Yeah --" I mumbled, and gazed around up at the walls that reached
toward the skylights, our steps sounding down the corridor.

   In truth, I still had no idea what Bob was talking about, or what this
experiment was supposed to be.  But it sure sounded like the science
professors were impressed, and some people from other state universities
would be attending.  I started to feel like I was way out of place, being
among such intellectuals.  And here I was, just a year out of high school!

   Reaching the end of the corridor, we came to an intersection, and turned
a corner that led to a large metal door.  Bob had to enter a security code,
for us to enter.

   "It's nothing Top Secret," he laughed.  "The school of science is just
very protective about their laboratory equipment."

   We padded now across a carpeted foyer, which led to some sort of waiting
area.  Through another door, I saw that there was a long table, and about a
dozen people seated on chairs behind it.  Older men and women, these folks
had to be the most serious people I had ever seen in my life.  They were
diligently taking a flurry of notes, and hardly acknowledged our entrance.

   The senior student looked around for a moment, but apparently there was
no other seating to be found in the small antechamber.  He then motioned to
the opposite side of the room, across from the table, where there was a
glass wall.  Behind this divider, I could see it was brightly lit, with all
sorts of instruments, computers and monitors, and Bob's friend, Jake. 
There was also a rectangular door cut into one end of the Plexiglas, and
through this I was ushered.

   "Jake, you remember Erica?" my companion greeted his lab partner.

   I blushed as the other grinned beneath his beard.  He was also dressed
in the same type of yellow jumpsuit and was wearing rubber boots.  Because
he was a bit larger than Bob, he looked kind of like a puffed out clown.  I
put a hand to my mouth to keep from giggling.  This was supposed to be a
serious academic dissertation.

   The boys found me a black laboratory stool, and I moved this over to the
corner to have a seat, out of the way.  I really shouldn't think of them as
boys, although they had all the enthusiasm of a couple of youngsters
playing with a new chemistry set.  Still, I had to keep in mind that these
were twenty-two or twenty-three year old young men.  Looking out through
the glass at the line of stern faces behind the table, I had the sudden
thought that I was the sexiest person in the room!

   Bob began to address the assembled professors and fellow scientists.  I
saw that the counter in front of the Plexiglas had a standing microphone,
and his words would be amplified on the other side.  As he continued to
launch into a well-prepared preliminary discussion, I took note of the rest
of the laboratory surroundings.  Next to the counter was a station that had
some dishes and beakers and graduated cylinders.  On the other side, was a
set of high-tech consoles, and Jake was dutifully running calculations and
keeping an eye on things.

   As the presentation wore on, I wondered if I would not have been better
staying at Alicia's music performance.  Or else I could have remained back
at the student center, and found something else to keep me amused.  Just
when I thought it couldn't get any more boring, a loud buzzing like an
alarm sounded inside the chamber.  It made me jump a little, and I put my
hands to my little ears.  Well, at least this was unexpected --

   Bob stopped in the middle of his presentation and looked around
nervously.  To his side, Jake hopped on another computer and began typing
frantically.  I had the sense that this was not part of their
demonstration. Looking outside the glass partition, I watched the
professors and the scientists, exchanging glances, some wearing frowns of
disapproval.  Then my eyes were drawn to the work surface of the counter in
front of Bob.  There were two trays hooked up to an assortment of fine
wires, and within were twin pools of undulating silver.  It looked like
some kind of liquid metal.

   "A distortion in the alloy compound!" Jake was muttering, whatever that
meant.

   Bob spun around, his gaze intense behind the goggles as he surveyed the
lab station.  All the while, the buzzing noise persisted, and the
fluorescent ceiling lights began to flicker.  The young man stepped in
front of me, then took my hands in his rubber gloves, and pulled me to my
feet.  Without explanation, he quickly walked me over to the door cut into
the Plexiglas.

   We both looked up to see that a light on top of the door that had been
dim, was now flashing bright red.  A bolt had automatically slid into place
on the other side of the door, preventing it from being opened.

   "Are we --is everything all right?" I asked with some degree of
trepidation.

   Again, Bob seemed to look me over from head to toe, than dragged me
toward the middle of the room.  He conferred with his partner Jake, who
then immediately typed something and brought up another program.  Finally,
he turned to address the committee, and I had the feeling he was about to
make up some bullshit.

   "This is all perfectly normal," he was saying through the microphone. 
"We have set up a control, in order to replicate the challenging reactions
that we have observed while studying this extremely delicate material."

   I saw him gesture at the silvery substance, which bubbled violently, and
didn't look anything at all like delicate.  Bob then went on to
nonchalantly inform the panel that the substance he and Jake had been
working with was highly sensitive and reactive to other metals.  He turned
slightly, pointing an arm toward the ground, at my feet.

   "Erica," he whispered out of the corner of his mouth, "I need you to
remove your shoes."

   I looked down, then back at the young man in disbelief.  "What?"

   "Your sandals," Bob tried to explain, "the buckles are metal.  They are
destabilizing the compound -- we have to get rid of them!"

   "Oh, um, of course --" I muttered, as if it made all the sense in the
world!

   Yet I found myself shyly crouching down on one knee, so I could unfasten
the buckles.  First I did one shoe, and then the other.  I leaned on Bob
for support, as I stood back up, now able to lift my toes out of each
sandal.  The tiles of the lab station were cool beneath my bare feet,
sending shivers up my legs and causing me to rub my arms.  Out of nowhere,
Jake bent down and snatched up my footwear.

   Now I watched amazed as Jake brought them over to the back wall and
activated a bin of some sort, which I hadn't noticed before.  It looked
like it could be a containment unit, although I had no idea for sure.  I
hoped it wasn't a disposal bin that he dumped them inside -- I wanted those
sandals back!

   Curling my toes self-consciously as I stood in the room's center, I saw
Jake return to the main computer.  On the screen there was a big red bar
and lots of numbers, all changing rapidly and well beyond my comprehension.
I did notice that the red bar moved down a little.

   Bob made some kind of scientific sounding declaration to the review
panel, and then he turned his attention once more toward me.  He stepped
close in front of me, his back to the glass window.  When he took my hands
in his, it was such a sweet moment.  I could see that he was confident, but
not all that sure what was going on.  He asked if I could remove my
wristwatch.

   Well, what could I do?  Clearly the metallic band, no matter how thin
and fragile, was still disrupting their experiment.  I licked my lips, and
then carefully undid the clasp.  Handing the watch over to Bob, he tossed
it to his partner, who in turn discarded it into the mysterious bin.

   Instinctively, my eyes darted to the computer screen, as I absently
massaged my wrist.  The red bar moved slightly.  Or was it just a trick of
the flashing and flickering lights?  The boys seemed to think something
happened, as they nodded silently at one another.  Bob stepped in front of
the microphone, going on about how their Subject had displayed a number of
variables that triggered fascinating ionic developments.  As if to
underscore his point, the liquid metal leaped up, like a silvery finger
beckoning to the young scientists.  I tried to see if the professors were
impressed, but I couldn't tell.

   Shuffling around in his rubber boots, Bob moved to stand behind me,
placing his hands on my shoulders and back.  Wide-eyed, I arched up on my
toes, but kept my arms straight at my sides.  I may have even pushed out my
chest a little.  He continued to palpitate the supple curve of my spine,
taking a great interest in the make of my shirt.

   "Erica -- this material," he started, "your top is woven with miniature
metal links.  I'm afraid I need -- you need, to take it off."

   My hands reached up to grip the edge at my waist.  "You want me to get
undressed -- in front of your teachers?"

   "They're scientists, Erica.  They understand that this is part of the
research," he tried to sound convincing.

   Unable to find words, all I could do was gasp, as he brushed the bottom
of my shirt.  Meanwhile, my fingers fumbled with the front edge, just
enough so that my bellybutton peeked into view.

   Jake strode over and leaned in close to me.  "Listen, Erica, I don't
know why Bob brought you in here without proper protection.  But it's
evident that the metal on your clothes is causing the compound to become
agitated.  We need it to stabilize, or it might evolve into a hazardous
substance!"

   I couldn't believe what I was hearing!  And then Bob placed his hands
lightly on my hips, speaking in a softer tone of voice, and he also seemed
a little embarrassed himself.

   "Are you -- are you wearing a bra?"

   "Yes!" I said rather breathlessly.

   I backed up, and the smooth heel of my foot pressed against the hard toe
of the young man's boot.  I felt vulnerable, yet at the same time, secure
in his half-embrace.

   "Erica, please --" Jake implored, looking nervously at the laboratory
workstation, then back at me.  "Take off your shirt!"

   Well, I suppose it was all in the name of science.  So I turned around,
now facing Bob.  I hesitated, and found I couldn't look him in the eye. 
Fingers curling around the bottom of my shirt, I began to pull it up --
exposing my bare stomach -- and then higher, until my white bra came into
view.  I was feeling all sorts of emotions, from fear that I had actually
messed up their experiment, to the delicious humiliation of being commanded
to strip.  Now I lowered my head, and pulled my mesh top the rest of the
way off, twisting it inside out as it came off my arms.

   I just handed the material over to Jake, and watched him quickly dispose
of it inside that bin.  Realizing that I was now standing here in my bra, I
folded my arms across my chest.  Then I turned around to see if there was
any improvement on the monitor.  It seemed that the red bar indicator moved
noticeably.  I guess the metal on my clothes really was somehow interfering
with conditions in the room.

   From behind me, I heard Bob say, "Oh no --"

   "What is it?" I asked as I spun around again, my foot rubbing the back
of my bare calf.

   The aspiring graduate student looked past me to acknowledge the panel
observing this demonstration, and then he said, "Um -- Erica, your bra --
has a metal clasp."

   "Of course it does," I answered quickly.  "Oh, wait -- you don't mean
--"

   Jake suddenly popped back behind me, and somehow he managed to
manipulate the metal bra hook with his rubber gloves.  Before I knew it, I
was practically cradling the A cups in my arms.  At least positioned
between the two boys, the gathered faculty on the other side of the glass
could not see me.

   I carefully slid the bra straps off my shoulders one at a time, and then
gave the undergarment to Jake for him to confiscate.  Briefly, I stood
before Bob bare-chested, my tits uncovered and my nipples growing long and
hard.  Ohmygosh, I didn't want him to get the wrong idea, like I was
enjoying this!  I lifted up my hands to cover my breasts, but Bob gave me
an understanding smile of gratitude.

   Topless!  I was now topless in the college science building -- and there
were like a dozen smart and important people watching me!  I didn't think I
could stand it much longer, so with my hands still cupping my titties, I
pushed myself forward and jogged toward the corner of the room.  My bare
feet slapped over the tiles, until I reached the laboratory stool I had
been seated on.

   Over my shoulder, I could here Bob address the panel.  Then it sounded
like he turned to have a heated discussion with Jake.

   "What?  What else could it be?" I heard the bearded young man state
earnestly.

   And then Bob came clomping over to me in his dumb rubber boots.  He put
his hands on my bare shoulders, and gently turned me around.  Again,
standing like this in front of the young man, I found that I couldn't look
him directly in the eye.  Instead, I blew a whistle of air up from my
bottom lip, causing a strand of my soft brown hair to rise off my face.  My
arms were still hugging my chest, when Bob lowered his hands to my hips.

   "Oh, Erica --" he spoke somewhat dismayed.  "Your skirt!"

   "Do you like it?" I asked sarcastically, while feeling nervous, excited,
thrilled and embarrassed all at the same time.

   He smiled briefly, and then said, "Yes, it's very nice.  But I count at
least 5 metallic buttons sewn into the material.  We need you to let us
remove it from the experimental zone."

   "What exactly is happening to all my stuff?" I pouted.

   Bob looked back over his shoulder at Jake, before answering me, "We need
to take these metal items out of an area where they can't interact with the
substance we are working on.  In that container, the buckles on your
sandals, your wristwatch, and your mesh shirt, won't be able to destabilize
the molecular --"

   "Yeah, yeah -- and now you want my skirt, too!" I said, even as I
lowered one hand to pop open the button.  "Oh my -- I guess we forgot to
count the metal zipper as well!"

   That sealed it.  With one arm slung across my breasts, I let the denim
skirt wiggle down my hips, and fall to the floor completely.  I shyly
lifted each leg, so that Bob could bend down and retrieve the material.

   Before he returned the item to his lab partner, I reached out to touch
his arm.  "Bob -- um, I just want you to know, I'm really embarrassed."

   Even as I made the confession, I could feel the pink blush spreading up
my thighs and tummy, my neck flushing and ears turning red.  What I
wondered, was if the astute scientist knew also that I was getting very
aroused!

   "I know," he replied softly.  "I'm sorry about this.  I'll make it up to
you."

   While I stood there in just my little white panties, I watched Bob
proceed to deliver my clothes to Jake, and then spoke once more to the
assembled professors.  I imagine he had to explain what was going on, all
about his hypothesis that the metal things I was wearing had caused a
strange and potentially dangerous reaction with the compound they were
studying.  From the corner, I could not see the computer screen, but I
hoped that red bar had gone all the way down, since I didn't have any more
metallic items on me.  Feeling a little horny, and a little adventurous, I
crept quietly closer to the center of the room so that the panel might have
a better look at my slim nineteen-year-old figure.  I bet I made a more
interesting body of research!

   Bob and Jake now both monitored their testing material and consulted the
computer programs.  Again they seemed to have a spirited exchange.  I
caught Jake gesturing in my direction.  Now what?

   Both young men approached me.  Bob asked me nicely if I had any other
metal on me.  I told him that there was nothing I could think of.

   "Is your clit pierced?" Jake scratched his beard and narrowed his eyes
as he looked at my crotch.

   I nearly put my hands on my hips in shock, but that would have revealed
how hard my nipples were.  "Excuse me?"

   "Your clitoris," Jake continued, "does it have a piercing?"

   "No way!" I answered truthfully, even as the object of this sensitive
discussion began to poke out.

   Jake looked at his partner, and then said, "It certainly looked big
enough, if I remember correctly.  You know, Erica, you could have a little
circlet through the apex of your labia, with a metallic ball resting on
that extended, fleshy nub."

   "No!" I repeated, growing more and more turned on.

   Before Bob could intercede on my behalf, his partner challenged me, "I
don't believe you.  There is still some metal in this room, coming --
coming from you!  Take off your panties, Erica."

   My eyes went wide, as I shuffled nervously from one bare foot to the
other.  He wanted me to remove my underwear?  Right here in front of
everybody?  I looked at Bob, but I could tell he was just as conflicted --
not wanting to humiliate me any further, but also perplexed as to the
source of any disruptive metal objects.  Well, I had to prove to him that I
was not hiding anything and was not the cause of their presentation's
problems.

   First, I turned my back so that it was facing the viewing glass.  All
these professors and scientists were going to get a good look at my bare
ass, but I tried not to think about that.  I lowered my arms to hook my
thumbs in the sides of my panties.  My nipples were quivering, my tummy
fluttering, as I began to slowly peel the elastic waistband down my hips. I
wondered if I could have just lowered them in front, or rolled them halfway
down my thighs, but my trembling hands did not stop.  They kept tugging the
material down my legs, until I was able to shake them past my knees.

   I let my underwear fall all the way to my ankles.  Then I stepped
completely out of them.  Ohmygosh!  I stood fully nude in front of the two
boys.  Nothing was left to the imagination!

   Reflexively, my hands darted to cover my pussy, and tried to shield my
nipples, as I modestly bent a knee forward.  But then I remembered that I
was supposed to show these young scientists everything, like an
examination. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and moved my hands out
of the way.  I even shifted my legs further apart.  This caused my pink
lower lips to unfold completely, my clitoris protruding out of its hood.  I
hoped Jake was satisfied --

   However, he only crouched down in front of my bald crotch, and said,
"Erica, spread your labia apart --"

   "Oh!" I gasped, but my hands willingly sought to touch that most silky,
sensitive skin.

   I pressed my thumbs into my shaved mound, using my two index fingers to
pull apart the lips.  Into my steaming slit, the young man peered.  And
then he stuck his finger out, encased in a rubber glove, and touched my
clit!

   "OHHH!  Mmmmmm --." I moaned, my body shuddering at such pleasurable
sensations.

   Jake then stood up and shook his head.  "Nope, definitely no ring or any
signs of piercing.  I doubt you could ever get through the procedure,
Erica."

   "So then where is the metal coming from?" Bob inquired.

   At this point, the young man acted like a gentleman and stepped behind
me, essentially blocking the view of my totally naked body from the science
faculty.  But then he placed his hands on the sides of my bare legs and
began patting me down!  My arms sprung out like airplane wings, as he moved
higher and higher.  I stood up on my tiptoes, allowing him access to every
nook and cranny.  Although secretly I would have liked the touch of his
uncovered fingers caressing my skin, the Playtex rubber gloves he was
wearing were not entirely unpleasant.

   Bob reached around, feeling my stomach -- no, no ring in the belly
button.  His hands roamed higher, eventually making contact with my small
but succulent breasts.  As elongated as my nipples were, I thought it
pretty obvious that my nipples were not pierced either.  Thank goodness
Jake had already inspected me down below, because I think if Bob touched my
pussy with his rubber gloves, I would have cum right there in the middle of
the room!

   Still, I was hot as hell, and building toward an orgasm.  I know it was
more of a clinical search to find any kind of foreign object with even a
trace of metal on my person, but it felt like my body was being teased and
played with.  And we had an audience!  I arched my back, grinding my pretty
ass against the front of Bob's jumpsuit.  Licking my lips, I ran both my
hands through my hair, lifting the locks, exposing the supple back of my
neck and --

   "Erica!  Your earrings!" Jake called out.

   I was sort of in a daze, and mumbled, "Mmmm --yes --nibble my earlobes
--"

   "No, no -- hold that position!" Bob said firmly.

   Suddenly, I was a little more aware of my nudity, but I did as I was
told.  I kept my hands on top my head, fingers interlocked.  With my feet
spread about shoulder-width apart, my pussy lips hung down enticingly
between my legs.  Bob moved in for a closer look at my ears, pressing his
body against mine, and gingerly touched the jewelry.

   "Yes, I believe that's it!" Bob confirmed.

   Jake stepped forward to take a closer look himself.  It was like a naked
Erica sandwich, with me squeezed between the two young men.  The bearded
graduate student put his finger to my chin, turning my head so that he
could better examine the jewelry.

   Finally he said, "You're going to have to remove those earrings."

   "Um, OK," I whispered.

   Now he stepped away from me, giving me room to maneuver.  My whole body
was flushed, and I noticed he was perspiring too.  But was it from the
stress of this wildly unexpected meltdown of their presentation, or because
he and his friend had their hands full with a nude young girl?  I
straightened out a little as my fingers worked at the clasp and pin in each
earlobe.  Of course this left my front completely exposed.  And as my body
was starting to calm down, the orgasm starting to subside, I was growing
more and more embarrassed about my lack of clothing.

   When I had pulled out the two earrings, I glanced over my shoulder and
shyly handed them to Bob.  I wondered if he knew how close he had been to
making me cum.  It was at that point, I found myself wondering what it
would be like to have him inside me!

   "Whoa, looks like someone's thinking dirty thoughts," Jake remarked.

   I looked down and saw that my nipples were pointing toward the ceiling.
I guess my clit was still pretty erect, probably sticking right out at
Jake. Blushing, I placed a palm over my pink pussy.  For some reason, now
that I had taken off the last of my accessory items, along with all of my
clothes, I felt more naked than ever.  It's like they had now seen every
inch of me.

   Bob picked my panties up off the floor, and carefully wrapped my ear
jewelry.  He then walked over to the containment bin, opened the hatch, and
dropped my things inside.

   "You didn't have to put her underwear in there," Jake said to his
friend.

   For the first time, I noticed that the compartment opened and closed
with a hiss of air, like it was pressurized.

   Bob regarded the unit, then turned back to face us.  "Oh, right -- I
guess not."

   Before I could ask him to retrieve the article, so at least I might
salvage some decency, suddenly the lights in the room began to stop
flickering.  The buzzing alarm also died down.  And I could only imagine
that the image on the computer screen of that glaring red bar must have
disappeared.  No more metal at all in the laboratory station, and not even
a stitch on me!

   At once, the transparent door in the Plexiglas wall swung open, as a
stream of professors and fellow scientists entered the room.  I was shocked
at first, as here I was, standing in the middle, stark naked.  I wished
that I could find some place to hide.  But the academic review panel was
more interested in that mysterious silvery substance that the boys had been
working with.

   As they began questioning Jake and Bob, I quietly stepped to the side.
Eventually, I made my way over to the corner stool, and sat down for the
remainder of the evaluation.  Of course, I demurely crossed my legs, and
held one hand in front of each breast, effectively shielding my pointy
nipples.  I bit my lip and bobbed my foot, waiting for this to be
concluded. What I didn't realize until too late, was that this stool was
positioned in the corner, right across from the open doorway.

   One by one, the faculty members and board members departed from the
chamber, and each and every one of them had to pass by me on the way out!
So much for being ignored.  Most of them inclined their head or nodded, as
if thanking me for my participation in the experiment.  As if this had been
a planned demonstration!  Sitting there completely bare, I thought to
myself that I had never been seen by any of my own college professors like
this.  I wondered if there was a chance I might take a course with any of
them over the next few years.  Certainly, there was the very real
likelihood I might run into them on campus!

   When the last woman had exited the chamber, I asked, "Are they gone?"

   "Yes, they will be forming their own committee now to discuss the merits
of our findings," Bob said, perhaps a bit worried.

   I looked to my side to verify that the adjoining room was indeed empty,
and then hopped off my seat.  With one hand still between my legs, I shyly
walked over to the workstation area.  Standing on my bare tiptoes, I
curiously watched the slow ripple of the liquid alloy in the two trays.  It
looked so peaceful now, and kind of calming.

   "So what exactly does this stuff do?" I asked, raising my free hand to
hook a strand of hair behind my ear.

   Jake was quickly at my side and explained, "It's still in the
experimental stages, but we believe that we have discovered a new free-form
metal.  You've been seeing it here in its most malleable state -- but when
removed from the testing pan and subjected to the room's atmospherics, the
substance can be molded and will then retain any shape."

   I blinked, completely lost.

   "Here, watch --" Jake chuckled.

   And just like that, the bearded young man plunged both his gloved hands
into a silvery pool.  I gasped in amazement when he pulled out a
considerable quantity, and began shaping it into a perfect sphere.  Then,
like a magician making balloon animals at a kid's birthday party, he winked
with a mischievous look in his eye.  Jake rolled the ball between his two
hands, faster and faster, so that the shape became long and narrow.  Soon,
it took on the form of a cylinder.  But he was cleverly able to tweak the
substance, pinching and twisting it, until he had made a cone at one end,
turning it into a seven or eight inch smooth silver rocket.

   I brought both my hands to my chest, rubbing my nipples with the palms
of my hands, and let out a small, "Ooooh --"

   In response, Jake touched me with the morphed silver, just below my
bellybutton.  He slowly traced a line down to my crotch, causing me to
separate my legs a bit.  He teased my bare pubic mound with the tip of the
hardened object.

   "Oh!" I squealed, "You wouldn't --"

   Already open and lubricated, my pussy let the silver crafted instrument
slip right in.  It was a perfect fit!  I closed my eyes, and held my
breath, waiting to see if he would start pleasuring me.

   "Come on, Jake, you know it's not meant for that!" I heard Bob reprimand
his friend.

   The other young scientist held it inside me a moment longer, and then
withdrew the object glistening with my juices.  "A thousand and one uses,
Bob.  Think of the fun we could have!"

   Nevertheless, these boys were all business when it came down to their
science project.  So despite having created perhaps a breakthrough in
feminine pleasure toys, Jake placed the transformed metal back into the
tray.  I was amazed to see it revert to its liquid state again, and I was
breathing hard from excitement.  Then the young man took me by the hand,
pulling me away from the lab counter.

   "I know, Erica, it's pretty incredible," Jake said.  "But we have to
lock everything down for the rest of the day."

   We were halfway through the room when I gasped, "What -- what about my
clothes?"

   Jake let go of me, pausing to look up and down my naked body, from head
to toe.  All I could was stand there, blushing, not bothering to cover up.
In fact, I clasped my hands sweetly behind my back, even raised one foot on
my delicate toes.

   "Do you want to tell her, or should I?" Jake asked his friend.

   I opened my mouth to object, but Bob was already behind me, placing a
hand on my shoulder.  He had taken off his rubber gloves.

   "I'm sorry, Erica, but in order to prevent the metal from your watch and
jewelry and all your clothes disrupting the material we've been working
with, we had to use that containment bin --"

   Now I folded my arms across my little tits.  "Yes, I gathered that!"

   "Well, that bin cryogenically sustains the items placed within for a
period of twenty-four hours.  The good news is, your things are unable to
harm our research, and they will be perfectly fine."

   I spun around to face Bob fully nude.  "You mean I can't get them out of
there -- until tomorrow?"

   Behind me, Jake whistled.  "You've got a great ass, Erica."

   Now I turned around again, completely flustered.  I bit my lip and ran a
hand through my hair.  These two guys were so unreal.  Bob always seemed
sweet and sincere, and then Jake had his direct approach of just saying
whatever was on his mind.  And yet by all indications, they were both
brilliant chemistry students.  Though by no means were they the most
attractive samples of the college's male population, they were still cute
in their oddball sort of way.  I found myself torn between wanting to
scream at them, or wanting them to have their way with me!

   "Don't worry," Bob was continuing.  "We'll have everything sorted out
and returned to you."

   "Well, what am I going to wear now?" I pouted.

   Jake looked about the stark, clinical laboratory and then snapped his
fingers.  "The lab coats!"

   "There are lab coats in here?" I asked in disbelief, placing my hands on
my nude hips.

   Bob moved around to my side and said, "No, not up here.  And you
remember, we were locked behind this partition as a safety precaution,
while we confiscated all the destabilizing metal."

   "But there are more labs on the floor below us, and they have closets
full of protective jackets!" Jake replied.

   "Can I wait here, while you bring me back one?" I inquired shyly, once
more cupping my hands in front of my pussy.

   Placing a hand on my bare back, Bob urged me forward.  "I really need to
lock down the station, Erica."

   "Oh --" I said in a small voice.

   At first, I thought he meant the rectangular lab work area behind the
Plexiglas wall.  But soon the boys ushered me barefoot onto the carpeted
adjoining area, where the review panel had sat behind a long table. 
Further on we pressed, through the waiting area and out the door.  My tummy
fluttered as I was being separated from my clothes with each step, and I
instinctively brought my hands to my mouth, to keep from protesting.  Down
below, my pussy lips unfolded and flapped with my walking motions.  Before
I even realized what had happened, I found myself standing outside in the
corridor as Bob punched in the security code.

   Ohmygosh!  I was totally naked up here in the college Science Hall!  I
had never been in any of the classroom buildings unclothed before!  I felt
a sense of thrill flood through my body, and I was nervous and embarrassed
at the same time.  At least it was the summer session, and I don't think
there were any students around.

   Jake must have guessed my thoughts, and placed a comforting hand on my
stomach, which nearly started me purring.  "Don't worry, Erica.  I doubt
any other students would be in this building."

   With that, the two boys headed off down the hallway, their big rubber
boots echoing over the tiled floor.  I was left to follow, padding after
them softly, my perky tits bouncing.  They weren't going in the direction
of the elevator, but instead we continued along the main corridor. 
Hopefully, the academic review board had gone in a different direction,
maybe left the building entirely.  I didn't want to be seen by them again!

   Around the corner were some spiral stairs, which the two graduate
students quickly descended.  I paused for a moment before lowering my toes
to follow in the wake of their footsteps.  I had one arm extended, hand
gliding along the slim banister, while with my other hand I rested my
fingers on my bare shoulder.  After climbing down a few feet, Bob and Jake
stopped, turning their heads to see that I was keeping up.  Instinctively,
when they stopped, I also halted my descent, standing with my legs apart.

   Blushing, I realized that from where they were looking up, not only did
they see my bald pink pussy, but they could also see deeper inside me. 
What a sight that must have been, glistening with the first drops of cum! I
really needed to get covered up.  So I hurriedly pushed my way forward,
reaching and even squeezing between the two young men.

   "Right, you should probably go in front of us," Jake muttered.

   Of course, now that I wasn't sure where I was going or who I might run
into, I carefully wrapped an arm around my breasts, and lowered one hand in
front of my crotch.  Still, I know my little bottom bounced playfully as I
proceeded down the steps.  I took a deep breath as I walked out into the
landing, and then emerged in the middle of a new corridor.  We were along
the edge of the building, I realized, as tall wide windows ran along the
length of the entire wall.

   "Guys!  I'm totally exposed up here!" I called over my shoulder, hugging
my body tight.

   Jake walked past me and said, "It should be all right -- I doubt anyone
ever looks up to see what's going on inside this wing of the Science
Center!"

   Fascinated, I let my arms drop to my sides, and strolled to the edge of
the window.  Framed in steel and marble, the glass reached from floor to
ceiling.  I took a couple more steps forward, placed my hands on the
transparent surface.  Lowering my eyes, I could make out several people
crossing over a path below.  Now I pressed my bare body full against the
glass.  My extended nipples and breasts squished upon the window, and my
pussy was spread like little pink wings.  I even lifted up on my toes.

   "Um, Erica, what are you doing?" Bob asked as he and Jake stopped to
turn around and look at me.

   At the sound of his voice, I spun on my heel, leaning my ass against the
window.  My pokey nipples snapped up and down, quivering wildly.  And my
shaved lips were left hanging open, my enormous clit sticking out.

   I was so embarrassed standing there, and mumbled, "Just making sure no
one could see me --"

   "Right," Jake chuckled.  "Like I said, we had better get you covered up
before you catch something."

   Now I felt like a scolded little girl, who had been caught playing out
in the rain.  I shyly cupped both hands in front of my pussy, and shuffled
after the two young men.  What would they think of me!

   We entered a room off to the side, and I saw that the layout was pretty
much like a clinical laboratory.  Actually, not much different than the
chemistry classrooms we had back in high school.  Although, I imagine the
equipment here was much more sophisticated.  All the way in the back,
looked to be rows of closets, and perhaps some lockers.

   I stood in the middle of the lab, continually checking over my shoulder
as I bounced up and down on my feet.  The boys moved ahead and made a
search through the wardrobe.  Finally, Bob returned to me, holding out a
white coat.  First, I lowered my eyes shyly.  And then I slowly pulled my
hands apart, away from my crotch, letting everything hang out.  Ohmygosh, I
was so horny!  Stretching my arms out, I allowed Bob to slip the lab coat
over my body.

   Once my arms were through the sleeves, I found that the cuffs came a
little past my hands, like it was too big for me.  But the hem only fell to
the middle of my smooth thighs, so I guessed this was a coat for a short
person.  My fingers trembling, I did up the buttons until I was decent
again.

   Well, except that this was the only thing I was wearing!  I rubbed my
bare foot up and down my other leg's shin.  This was making me hotter!  I
wondered who would get to use the coat next, and if they would smell my
arousal in this jacket.  My arms reached up and I ran a hand through my
hair.

   "I wouldn't lift your arms up too much," Jake advised.

   With my hands still placed atop my head, I looked down to see the coat
was raised enough, permitting my pussy to peek out.  I felt so naughty! 
And then the two boys were at my side, each gently taking me by the elbow.

   Bob explained, "If you wouldn't mind just waiting outside for a moment,
Erica.  We would like to change out of these suits."

   "Wait a minute," I protested, flustered and squirming out of the hold of
the young men.  "You two have seen me naked all day today!  Why should I
give you any privacy?"

   The science graduates exchanged glances as we continued toward the door,
and Jake answered, "That doesn't seem very lady-like.  Besides, we did find
you something to cover up with!"

   "I suppose --" I mumbled, fidgeting with the buttons of the lab coat.

   Bob put a hand on my arm and said, "Now you just wait out in the hall
for a minute, and then we'll all go get something to eat."

   Now that he mentioned it, I was kind of famished.  But my mind wasn't
really on food.  I couldn't help but be fixated on the polyester material
swishing across my boobs and pussy, the fact that I was stark naked under
this coat!  And the thought of these guys undressing, was actually turning
me on.  Reluctantly, I backed out of the door and stepped to the side.

   I bit my lip and tried to be good.  But curiosity got the better of me.
After about thirty seconds, I leaned forward, sneaking a peek back inside
the laboratory room.  Jake and Bob had ditched their ridiculous yellow
over-clothes, and were down to their boxers and T-shirts.  They had their
backs to me, and I had to wonder just how big their erections were!  I
could feel my own clit throbbing --

   Before I knew it, or even realized it, my lab coat was completely
unbuttoned and I was stroking my bald vulva.  However, the show wasn't
going to last, as the boys found their change of clothes in the lockers and
were soon dressed again in slacks and shirts.  Keeping enough sense not to
be discovered, I quickly spun around and leaned against the wall with my
eyes closed.

   "Erica, if you want to preserve your modesty, you're going to have to
keep that coat buttoned up!" Jake chided me as he walked outside the room
with his friend.

   Embarrassed, I quickly grabbed the open flaps of the coat and yanked
them over the front of my body.  I told them the jacket was just
uncomfortable.

   Jake continued to tease, suggesting, "We could always return it to the
closet --"

   "Um, where are we going?" I asked, momentarily toying with the idea of
an extended streak.

   Bob stepped forward, redoing the buttons for me like a gentleman. 
"We're going back to the Student Center, to grab a quick bite to eat."

   "Oh," I said in a small voice, standing up on my toes.  "I guess I
better keep this on."

   I giggled nervously while Bob finished making sure I was proper.  We
then started down the hallway, back the way we had come.  Now I let my arms
hang at my sides, once more the cuffs falling down past my hands.  I was
still conscious of my feet slapping over the white gleaming ties.  The boys
must have noticed too, as they kept glancing at my sweet bare legs beneath
the hem of the coat.

   Admittedly, it was pretty exciting walking through the building like
this, and served to keep me on edge.  Of course, the place was deserted,
just the three of us echoing down the stairs and corridors.

   When we walked outside onto the college campus, the late afternoon sun
was still high in the sky.  It was warm, so I did not mind my barefoot
condition so much.  But instinctively, I raised both my hands to shield my
eyes like a visor from the sun.  That revealed a little bit of pink, and
made me shiver.

   "Ooops!" I gasped, quickly lowering my arms.

   "Come on, Erica," Jake laughed, and I followed the boys down the path.

   We passed a few people on the way to the Student Center.  I actually
don't think anyone paid me any attention, dressed in the white lab coat,
and walking between these two science geeks.  Now it was me who was glad to
have their unremarkable presence avert any eyes of interest.

   That is, until we reached the wide plaza that stretched out before the
glass and marble structure.  It didn't take long, moving past hedges and
benches, for us to be spied and greeted.  We stopped in our tracks, as a
brunette girl approached us.

   "Erica, where have you been?" asked Alicia walking right up to me.

   "I'm sorry!" I confessed, blushing between the two young men.  "I
completely forgot about your practice!  It was only going to be for a
little while, but I got caught up --"

   Alicia folded her arms and narrowed her eyes.  "I bet!"

   "Jake, Bob --" I gushed, motioning back and forth between them, "this is
my best friend, Alicia."

   "Pleased to meet you," Jake gave a friendly little wave.

   Alicia smiled then turned her eye back on me.  "And what are you
supposed to be, Erica?"

   "A lab assistant," I sputtered.

   My friend chuckled then said, "Well you look silly, because that coat
doesn't even fit.  Take it off, and where are your shoes!"

   "I can't!" I squeaked, my eyes going wide, hands clutching the buttons
of the lab coat.  "I mean, I don't have anything on, under this --"

   "What?" Alicia tried to suppress her own girlish giggle.

   I looked from one science graduate to the other, and then replied
bashfully, "I'm not wearing any clothes!"

   Now Alicia gave the boys a mischievous smile.  "So what exactly were you
three up to, hmmm?"

   "Oh, it's not like that," Bob interceded on my behalf.  "We were running
an important science demonstration, and there was a malfunction.  Your
friend, Erica --"

   "She'll tell me about it later," Alicia said, stopping him mid-sentence
with a raised hand.

   "We were just about to get something to eat," Jake said smoothly,
jerking his head back at the Student Center.  "Care to join us?"

   My busty brunette friend agreed, and soon we were heading for the wide
double doors.  It was a quick walk down the hall, and around the corner to
the student commissary.  Only a couple of people passed us on our way in.
The great eating hall was very spacious, obviously needing to accommodate
the campus population when the full semesters were in session.  For now,
with only the four of us making our way past the empty tables, the place
seemed cavernous.  There were pillars and decorative walls that sort of
divided this part of the building into to sections.  We moved beneath a
painted frieze and found ourselves a table in the corner.

   "You ladies wait here," Bob offered, "while Jake and I go up to see
what's left on the menu."

   After they had departed, heading for the grill and order counter all the
way on the other side of the commissary, Alicia slid next to me.  She put a
hand meaningfully on my knee, and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear.

   "Your new friends?" she questioned me, fondling my earlobe.

   "Um, I guess.  They're all right," I answered, confused by my surging
emotions.

   Alicia continued her interrogation.  "You even took off your earrings,
Erica.  I guess they saw all of you -- every inch?"

   I licked my lips and nodded, "Mmmm-hmmm."

   "So which one do you fancy?" Alicia pressed on.

   "Oh, I don't know," I said blushing.  "It's not like that.  I mean they
are both kind of cute, in that nerdy sort of way.  They are really very
smart.  And Bob, the one with the glasses, he is so sweet --"

   Alicia put her hand on my left breast and said, "Erica, your heart is
beating faster --"

   "It is?"

   My friend only smiled knowingly and said, "I'm going to help you out. 
I'll go up there and find some way to keep Jake distracted.  When Bob comes
back, you can be alone with him.  But first, let me have the coat."

   "Alicia!" I sat up, amazed.  "I told you -- I'm naked under this
jacket!"

   Looking around, as if to confirm that we were indeed isolated in this
corner, she declared, "It's what you want.  Now come on, hand it over. 
You'll thank me later, Erica."

   I remained seated, but nervously popped open the top button of the lab
coat.  My eyes were wide, and I couldn't believe I was doing this!  Fingers
moving quickly before I had a chance to change my mind, I undid the second
and then all the rest of the buttons.  We were in the Student Center, for
goodness sake!  Any other time during the Fall or Spring, there would be
thousands of young people around us.  I shrugged the white coat off my
shoulders so I could pull out my arms one at a time.

   Instantly my nipples hardened, waiting to be played with.  Alicia smiled
in satisfaction as I scooted around on the seat, and then passed the jacket
into her arms.

   I was sitting here totally nude!

   My slim body was bare and exposed, for a second I relished the brazen
display.  Then I crossed my legs demurely and hunched forward just a bit. I
clutched my arms around my knee, as my foot started bobbing up and down.

   "You look adorable!" Alicia grinned as she stood up, taking the lab coat
with her.

   My eyes watched and followed as she calmly waked away from the table. 
Further and further she drifted, leaving me here, naked.  I started to
think that this wasn't such a good idea, as any stray student could come
wandering over here at any moment.  Maybe I should get up and run.  But
where would I go?  I hoped Bob would bring me something good to eat.

   No sooner did I have that incongruous thought, then the young man came
shuffling into view.  I felt kind of scared and nervous, but also very
excited.  It's not like he hadn't seen me undressed before!  But something
about this unlikely of all locations, in the middle of the day, heightened
the sexuality of my nudity.  I brushed my hair back folding my hands behind
my head, presenting my tits as he stepped closer to the table.

   "Erica!" Bob exclaimed, nearly tripping over his feet and dropping his
tray.  "Where is your coat?"

   Feeling very sexy, I answered, "I took it off --"

   The young man nearly stumbled again.  "Yes, but here?  We're in the
middle of campus -- there are a half a dozen people on the other side of
the hall --"

   "There are?" I now stood up out of my seat.

   Bringing my hands to my mouth in shock, my soft tummy was in full view,
and inches beneath my bellybutton, my pink labia had unfolded.  The
possibility that there were others in the building, in the same room, was
too much for me.  I felt a thrill up and down my spine, and tingle in my
bare butt cheeks.  I waited for Bob to set the tray down on a table to the
side.

   And then I myself, slowly climbed up onto the table in front of me.  I
eased my petite body down, lying on my back.  My arms at my sides, I had my
toes and nipples sticking straight up at the vaulted ceiling above.

   Bob removed his glasses to wipe clean the lenses, and put them back on.
"Erica -- what?"

   "I want you to touch me, Bob," I moaned softly.

   The young man moved up against the table's length, staring down at me. I
watched his eyes roam all over my body, and it felt so good!  My fingers
drummed the surface in anticipation, the excitement of being so vulnerable,
nothing covered.  I arched my back a little.

   Bob reached down and took my bare toes between his fingers, causing me
to squeal unexpectedly at his choice.  He massaged my feet sensuously,
sending a charge up my legs and into my crotch.  I had no idea they were so
erogenous!  His hands, used to manipulating all sorts of things in the
science world, were amazing.

   "You are very pretty," he said with such sincerity, causing me to coo.

   Working his way up my thighs also got a reaction and I encouraged him
saying, "Mmmm -- why don't you try a more daring spot."

   Understanding my intent, the young man brushed his fingers lightly,
first across my stomach, and then over my nineteen-year-old bald pussy.  He
used his thumb and forefinger to spread apart my glistening lips.  With a
buck of my hips, his hand slipped, causing his finger to thrust deep inside
me --

   Wow!  This was incredible!  As he slowly began to work my pussy, I
reached up and squeezed my tender breasts.  All I could think of was how
different this was from Carrie's softer feminine touch.  She had played
with me before, but it was unlike what I was experiencing now.  I guess I
was still a virgin, having never been penetrated by a man before.  I'm not
sure Bob knew what he was doing, exploring my body like this for the first
time.  But his fingers would teasingly brush my clitoris, bringing me so
close, and then move away.  It was driving me wild!

   "Kiss my tits!" I moaned breathlessly.

   Like a good boy, he lowered his head, enough to blow on my elongated
nipples.  Soon his mouth was attached to my breast, his tongue flicking
back and forth, back and forth.  I was being sucked on and fingered in my
college's Student Center, and I was loving it!

   "Aaaah --" I heard myself moan.

   I knew I couldn't take much more teasing.  Sliding myself over the side
of the table, I pushed Bob into a chair.  I then climbed naked into his
lap. My arms were thrown around him as I kissed the young man full on the
lips.  I could feel his hardness through his pants, pressing into my
crotch.

   Now I turned myself around, still sitting his lap, but facing forward. I
let him play with and fondle my tits, while grinding my ass into the bulge
in his pants.  Then I took his wrist in my hand, and guided his fingers
down to my open pussy.

   "Touch me here," I gasped as he kissed me on the neck.

   With my assistance, I moved his finger onto my clitoris.  Once he found
the erect little button, I think the intelligent boy knew what to do. 
Circling, rubbing, and teasing the extended nub, made my bare legs shoot
out and toes spread apart!

   "Ohhhh -- Yes!  Yeeeessss!  " I gave a loud cry, enough for everyone to
hear, as I had my orgasm.

   Down his hand and arm my juices trailed.  I wondered if I was the first
girl Bob had made cum.  And in public, too!  With that thought, I had
another orgasm, gushing like a fountain.

   When my body stopped quivering, I crawled around to sit forward in his
lap once more.  We kind of cuddled, as he played with my boobs softly and
kissed my lips.  A little surprised, and feeling a bit guilty, I noticed he
had not -- subsided.

   "I'm sorry," I said blushing with shame, and confusion.  "I don't know
if I'm ready to have you inside me, yet --"

   Bob just looked at me with an understanding smile.  He raised his finger
still wet with my juices and said that would have to do.  We hugged a
little longer, his other hand rubbing my back.  And then I asked him if he
could find Alicia.  I suddenly wanted to be with my best friend.

   Naked, I huddled behind some chairs, and waited for her to return with
the lab coat.  But before she let me put it on, Alicia had to question me
first.

   "So did you get laid?"

   "Not quite," I replied, with an arm crossed over my breasts, and one
hand hiding my pussy.  "But he's the first guy I ever had finger me to
orgasm --"

   Alicia laughed and started to put the lab coat protectively around my
shoulders.  "Well, that's a start!"



   30  -" Ice Cream

   Once again, I found myself over Alicia's aunt's house.  We had made
plans to go to the mall today, but she was called on at the last minute to
watch her cousin.  This always seemed to happen when the two of us were
trying to spend some quality girl time together!  As it was, the guard duty
would not be for the whole day, only the early part of the afternoon until
Jimmy's mother returned from a hairdresser's appointment.

   It was the first week of June, and we were enjoying our break from
school, but the weather was already heating up.  I remember walking out of
the house that morning, and it was so warm outside.  Nice and sunny, but I
still had to make sure to dress appropriately.  I wore a pair of baby blue
Capri pants and a pink tank top that just came down to my stomach.  It felt
kind of sexy to have my bellybutton on display.  But I was really proud of
how I accessorized, with a floral print sash that I used as a belt.  A pair
of flip-flops completed my ensemble.

   Alicia and I had been hanging out in the kitchen, her cousin Jimmy was
playing outside.  Suddenly, my friend's cell phone rang, startling us both.
I was hoping that it might be Carrie or one of our friends from college,
and they might swing over here to keep us entertained for the next hour. 
Instead, it was apparently a message from Alicia's job.

   "Shit!  I forgot about that!" the brunette said as she slammed shut her
phone.

   Elbows on the table, head resting in my hand, I asked, "What is it?"

   "Erica, honey, I need to ask a favor," she started sweetly, and I knew I
wouldn't like it.  "I was supposed to leave a key for one of my co-workers,
but I took it home with me last night.  I need to run it over there, and
then I'll be right back."

   I looked up, putting two and two together.  "You mean I can't go with
you?  I have to stay here -- alone -- with Jimmy?"

   Alicia was already grabbing her keys and turned to answer before
departing.  "Oh, you'll be fine.  He hardly even knows you're here.  Now
don't get into trouble!"

   With a slight giggle, my friend in denim shorts bounced out of the
kitchen.  I could hear the front door open and close as she hurried
outside. The engine of her car in the driveway started, and then she drove
off.  Miserable, I stood up and walked over to the kitchen counter and
looked forlornly out the window.

   "What's the matter, Erica?"

   I turned around to see Jimmy enter through the open doorway.  He was ten
years old now, and getting more and more unpredictable.  I remember just a
couple of years ago he was chubby and always mean.  Now, he had grown some,
almost as tall as me!  And since he started playing sports, he was loosing
some of that baby fat.  I guess I still thought of him as an annoying
little pain that always ruined our fun.

   When I didn't answer, Alicia's cousin pulled his arms from behind his
back, and showed that he was holding two ice-cream cones.  He took a couple
of steps forward, and then motioned that he was willing to share one of
them with me.  I was taken aback by his generosity, and on this warm lazy
day, and icy creamy treat did sound tempting.

   "Would you like chocolate or vanilla?" he asked.

   I regarded the boy carefully, just to make sure this wasn't some kind of
prank.  "Um -- vanilla sounds nice."

   Figuring he would hand me the chocolate just to spite me, instead, he
politely extended his arm and offered me the cone with the white ice cream
swirled smooth.  I took this gratefully, and gave him a smile.  Then I took
a tenuous lick, and it was delicious!

   "You look pretty today," Jimmy remarked.

   What had come over him?  First manners, and now flattery!  I felt myself
blush as I replied, "Thank you."

   But I may have gotten my hopes up too soon.  Looking around, Jimmy spied
the one chair that was in the utility kitchen.  I thought he might continue
to charm me, and offer me to have a seat.  However, showing a bit of his
old self, the boy dragged it around the table and made himself comfortable!
I narrowed my eyes at him, but I guess I couldn't really complain.  So I
took another lick of the ice cream.

   I was standing in the corner, wedged into the L-shaped counter.  Seeing
the brat swinging his legs contentedly in the chair, I decided to do him
one better.  First I kicked off my flip-flops.  Then, holding onto the cone
carefully in one hand, I braced myself with the other and hoisted up onto
the counter.  I scooted all the way back, bringing my knees up and spread
apart, so that my feet rested on the surface.  My tongue took another taste
of the treat, as I wiggled my toes at Jimmy.

   And then the boy began to chuckle.  Not a playful, childish giggle, but
almost as if he was laughing at me.

   "What?" I asked, and then looked down.

   To my dismay, I saw that in the movements and motions of lifting up onto
the counter and positioning myself comfortably -- the front of my pink top
had ridden up!  Without a bra, the hem of the shirt now rested on top of my
breasts, my nipples sticking out exposed.  I had one hand wrapped around
the front of my bare shin, and the other of course held the cone.  Instead
of adjusting my top, flustered, I took another lick of the ice cream.

   It was really good!  So I continued to savor the cool creamy sweetness
on my tongue, with my tits hanging out.  The mix of sensations was starting
to make me confused and I think the cold must have gone to my head. 
Knowing that my nipples were bit by bit extending, I just continued to rub
my shin and lick.  Was I getting turned on by this?

   Suddenly, a big lump of ice cream slipped off the cone to fall, splat,
on my pants!

   "Eeeee!" I squealed, while Jimmy laughed.  "Oh no!"

   The boy remained seated, but offered his expert opinion.  "What a mess!
You're gonna have to take them off, Erica."

   I looked up with wide eyes.  "You mean, here?  In front of you?"

   "Right now," Jimmy encouraged.  And then took a lick of his own
chocolate ice cream.

   My breasts were still uncovered.  But now I had the cold wetness in my
lap and dripping down my pants leg to worry about.  Moving my hand up, I
hooked a thumb into the front of the waistband.  But these Capri pants were
not going to slide off easily.  I took another lick from what remained on
the cone while considering my options.  It looked like I was going to have
to strip.

   Fingers moving quickly, I untied the sash belt and pulled it through the
loop.  This allowed access to the button, which I popped open.  Still using
one hand, I lowered the zipper and let the flap fall to one side.  My
nipples pointed toward the ceiling, keeping up the hem of my pink top.  Now
I hooked my thumb on the side of my opened pants and began to tug down. 
Perched on the countertop, the light blue material slipped first off one
leg, and then they fell completely off my toes onto the floor.

   I took another lick of the ice cream cone.  Here I was, sitting in front
of Alicia's cousin in just my underpants, and my top hiked up with bare
breasts on display.  The panties I was wearing were white, and kind of
sheer in the front, but had a pattern of yellow daisies along the elastic
band.  I felt ridiculous.  But I also felt myself getting aroused.

   "Erica, I don't like those underwear," Jimmy said in a bossy tone of
voice.

   I shuffled down to the floor, my toes arching on the kitchen tiles, and
said, "It's embarrassing enough that you are seeing me in these.  What
don't you like about them?"

   "The little flowers, for one thing," the boy gave his honest answer.

   My tongue worked its way around the edge of the cone, slurping up the
last of the ice cream.  I turned around, opening up one of the bottom
cabinets and found the garbage bin.  After I tossed the cone away, I looked
back over my shoulder.

   "Maybe I could just lower the band a little, so you don't see the daisy
pattern --"

   From his chair, Jimmy returned, "I don't know --"

   Hooking my thumbs into the elastic band at my hips, I started to twist
and roll down the material.  I might have gone a little too far, when I
felt the crack of my ass exposed.

   "How's that?" I asked, my heart beating faster.

   Jimmy waited a moment before answering.  "Lower them some more."

   I sighed and leaned forward.  Pulling my panties further down, I felt
them slip beneath the curve of my bottom.  In front of me, my smooth vulva
was uncovered.  I gasped, but still gripped the edge of the material
tightly.

   "Is that good enough?" I asked breathlessly, rising up on my toes.

   "Keep going," Alicia's dominating cousin ordered.

   Now I had to decide how to proceed.  Inch by inch, I was loosing my
underwear.  Obviously, at this point he could see my bare backside.  But I
didn't know if I could tug the panties down any more, without bending over
-- and that meant showing a whole lot more pink parts.  I bit my lip, and
then took hold of the lowered elastic band with both hands, just beneath my
ass.  With a final yank, I simultaneously straightened my back, and let the
white delicate fabric fall down my legs, to the floor.

   "Satisfied!" I gasped, with that strange conflict of emotions, of being
annoyed by his demands, yet humiliated and thrilled at the same time.

   "You know, Erica --" the little monster continued to tease and mock me.
"I really didn't like them at all.  Please step over in front of the sink."


   As it was, he could clearly see my cute shapely bottom, flushed pink
with embarrassment.  I turned my head and looked to my side, where the
kitchen sink was an arm's length away.

   "Oh!" I squeaked, bouncing up and down on my toes.  "But if I move at
all, even just over there, I'll have to step out completely --"

   I couldn't finish, nor could I wait for his reply.  My hands resting on
the counter surface, I slowly lifted one leg and carefully edged to my
right.  Doing so caused me to then lift my other leg and bring it back so
that my ankles touched and knees were locked together.  Shifting my eyes to
look to my left, I saw the discarded panties lying on the floor a couple of
feet way.

   Ohmygosh!  I was standing completely bottomless in Alicia's Aunt's
kitchen.  Even my top had been raised high enough so that from the middle
of my back all the way to my heels, I was totally bare!  The sense of
Jimmy's eyes roaming over my slender form was too much, so I quickly turned
around to face forward.  Of course, first I was sure to clasp both my hands
in front of my pussy.

   We stared at each other for a moment.  I could feel my tummy fluttering,
the sensations I always felt whenever I was standing in front of someone
undressed, no matter who it was.  Shyly, I lowered my eyes, only to see
that my pink top remained scrunched up, long nipples sticking out beneath
the hem.  My first thought was to reach up and straighten it out, but I was
afraid of moving my hands away and revealing the soft velvety folds of skin
of my parted pussy.  Maybe if I used one hand --

   Suddenly, from behind me and out the window, I could hear a car pulling
up in the driveway.  I took a step backward, my bare ass pushing up against
the kitchen cabinet.

   I tried to look over my shoulder without turning around.  "Do you think
Alicia is home already?  What a relief!"

   "That's not Alicia's car," Jimmy said as he stood up off the chair. 
"That's my mom!  Quick, run down into the basement!"

   "Ohmygosh!" I squealed and started skipping toward the door that led
downstairs, with my hands between my legs, bare feet slapping over the
kitchen tiles.

   When I placed my fingers on the knob, I spun around, flashing my breasts
with nipples quivering.

   "My clothes!" I shouted, listening for Jimmy's mother at the front door.


   "Right!"

   The boy acted quickly, springing forward to grab my things on the floor.
He picked up my flip-flops and underwear, and was careful carrying my
pants, which must have been covered with melted ice cream.  I opened the
basement door for him, wanting him to lead the way.  Actually, I wanted to
keep him from following my naked ass down the stairs.  But he gave me a
nudge with his shoulder, more like a shove, and sent me scampering ahead.

   As my toes balanced on the edge of each step, I let my arms swing out to
either side.  Since Jimmy was behind me, I figured I didn't have to hide my
shaved pussy.  All of a sudden, I felt Alicia's cousin grab the back of my
shirt in one hand.

   "Might as well take this, too!" I heard him say.

   The pink material of my tank top, already bunched up around my neck,
would be easy to pull over my head.  And with my slender arms in a lateral
position, they gave no resistance in lifting up to effortlessly slip
between the holes at each side.  I was actually impressed at the strength
of Jimmy's grip, able to strip off my top in one motion.  Momentum carried
me forward, and the result was that descending a couple of more steps left
me without any clothes on at all.

   "Jimmy, I'm naked!" I cried, but kept moving.

   We both made it to the basement floor, my heart racing with excitement.
Totally nude, I felt my clitoris emerge erect out of its hood, so I was
certain to keep my palm lowered discreetly.  With my other arm slung
tightly across my breasts, I spun around to face the ten-year-old
accusingly.

   Jimmy looked at my clothes, all my clothes, in his arms and then waved
my pink tank top in front of me.  "You weren't even wearing it right,
Erica."

   "But -- now I'm not wearing ANYTHING!"I squealed, blushing all over.

   The boy, apparently pleased with himself, just marched past me.  How did
this happen so fast?  Stark naked in the basement of Alicia's aunt's house,
with Alicia's cousin!  I hope he didn't get any ideas.  Then again, I hoped
I didn't get any ideas.  I saw that Jimmy was heading off to a small room
in the corner, which I remembered from being down here previously, was
where the washer and dryer were kept.  Nervously I hugged my body and kept
a hand between my legs as I shuffled forward.

   "You're walking funny," Jimmy remarked, watching me approach from over
his shoulder.

   I bit my lip and glanced down to make sure I had all my pink bits
covered, then said, "Well it's kind of embarrassing -- to be nude -- in
front of a boy."

   Jimmy just shrugged.

   "Hey, um --" I whispered as I moved over to his side, "do you have to
wash everything?  Maybe I could just put on --"

   "Too late!" the boy said as he slammed down the lid of the washing
machine.

   All my clothes were in there.  I bounced up on my toes, hearing the
water start to pour in, and wondered if I would ever find some relief.  A
glance around the room showed that there was not any spare clothing lying
around, either freshly washed or otherwise.  I guess they must have just
put away their laundry.

   And then from upstairs came a woman's voice hollering, "Jimmy!  Where
are you?  And where is Alicia?"

   "Better go explain this to Mom," the boy sighed as he started to jog out
of the room.

   For a moment I was startled, first worrying that Alicia's aunt would
come down here and find me undressed.  Then, as I watched Jimmy bound
toward the steps, I began to imagine him telling his mother that I had
taken off all my clothes, which was not entirely true.  Instinctively, I
reached out with one arm to stop him and started to run after him.  With my
arms completely out of the way, my little tits bounced playfully.  I was
about to call out, when I decided that I didn't want to call any more
attention to myself.  So fearing the worst, I turned around and walked
naked back to the laundry room.

   While I waited to find out what would happen, I figured I would tend to
my load of clothes.  Returning to the machine, I saw that it had entered
the spin cycle, and looked like it would be a few more minutes.  I stood up
on my bare toes, trying to keep my soles off the concrete slab, and drummed
my fingers atop the appliance.  My mind started to drift as I closed my
eyes, until I heard a cough behind me.

   I saw Jimmy standing in the doorway.  Ohmygosh!  How long had he been
staring at my ass?  Spinning around, our eyes locked for an awkward few
seconds.  Then I realized, he could see my pussy!  Quickly, I cupped both
hands over my smooth mound.

   The boy walked closer, and he did not look pleased.  "I told my Mom that
you had an accident with the ice cream and that you were down here cleaning
up.  I also told her that Alicia had to run to work.  So now she ordered me
to come back down here so you can keep an eye on me."

   "Me?" I gasped, rubbing the front of one foot behind a bare calf.  "Keep
an eye on you?"

   "Yeah," Jimmy grunted.

   Then Alicia's cousin stomped over to a corner and sat down on the floor.
I didn't know what to do.  What I really wanted to do was run and hide --
or run and find some safe place to do something else.  He continued to
glare at me, as if it was my fault that I had ruined his fun.  For some
reason, I felt horribly guilty and embarrassed at the same time.

   Uneasy silence passed between us for a few moments.  I was about to try
and engage him in some small talk, when at my side, the washing machine
began its gradual slowing of the spin cycle, then slowly, slowly, came to a
stop.

   "Clothes are done," I squeaked, breathless.

   Jimmy motioned with his head and replied, "You still got to put them in
the dryer.  I'm not doing your chores for you!"

   "Oh!" I gasped.

   Here, I thought he might help me.  But his command was so forceful, that
I immediately turned around.  I paused, standing in front of the washing
machine.  My butt, round and supple was completely on display.  Knowing
that he was looking at me caused my cheeks to clench and unclench
reflexively.

   Concentrating on what I needed to do, I took a deep breath, and then
lifted the lid.  I had to reach my arms into the basket in order to fish
out my clothes.  This made me separate my legs further apart, as I bent
over, unfortunately exposing more of my nubile body.  I grabbed my shirt
and pants and white panties with the floral print.  Jimmy was right, they
were still too damp and had to go into the dryer.  I wondered where he put
my flip-flops.

   I took the wet bundle clutched in my arms, sidestepping to face the
other appliance.  The door was low, and I needed to squat down to open it
and shove my things inside.  After I dumped the three articles, I remained
in that crouched position for a moment.  One hand on my knee, I ran my
other hand through my hair.  I could feel my labia unfolded and hang down
from my shaved pussy lips.  Part of me wondered which parts Jimmy was
looking at, and if he knew what they were.

   Before I could loose control, though, I forced myself to stand up again.
I turned the dial on low, and changed the setting to delicates.  Hopefully
this would only take another ten minutes.

   "This is boring!" Jimmy complained.

   Boring!  Stranded in a laundry room with a buck-naked nineteen-year-old
girl.  I suppose some things never changed, at least before puberty.  The
dryer began to hum and churn, and I could feel the surface was delightfully
warm to my touch.  I inched closer, until my toes brushed against the foot
of the dryer.  Gripping either side, I leaned forward so that my crotch
made direct contact.  The machine, grinding, churning, vibrating -- felt
wonderful rubbing my protruded clitoris!

   "Jimmy!" I called out.  "Ah -- mmmm -- why don't you go into the other
room?"

   Oblivious to the beginning of my secret masturbation, he asked
dubiously, "Are you sure?  Mom said that you should keep an eye on me?"

   I took all the strength I could muster, not to scream out in ecstasy, as
I tossed my head back and looked over my shoulder.  "Yes!  But -- mmmm --
you could play video games, while we wait!"

   That seemed to pique Jimmy's interest.  I guess he figured if I was
asking him to leave, then I would be the one who was disobeying his
mother's wishes.  Maybe I would get a spanking.  All I knew was that if he
didn't get out soon, I was going to have a very humiliating orgasm.

   Continuing to rub myself on the front of the dryer, I watched the boy
finally yield and get up to walk out of the laundry room.  Straining to
hear, I thought I could just make out him hooking up his video console, and
sort through his collection of discs.  Thank goodness!  I just hoped he
didn't walk back in too soon --

   With Jimmy gone, I spun around to fully face forward.  My nipples stood
out rock hard and erect.  I hoisted myself up, and hopped onto the top of
the dryer.  Legs dangling, I slid my bare heels across the appliance door.
My bottom bounced deliciously on the rumbling machine, the heat washing
over my body and into my vagina.  I leaned back on the heel of one hand to
brace myself, and then slipped a finger deep inside my pussy.  This was
bliss!  I must have sat here and toyed myself for five minutes --

   "Ahem!"

   All of a sudden, I opened my eyes to see that Alicia had walked into the
room.  She stood a few feet in front of the doorway, an amused expression
on her face.  The sight of her there, and being caught masturbating, sent a
torrent of emotions through me.

   My index finger plucked the nub of my clitoris, lifting, pulling --
rubbing it in sensual circles.  That sent me over the edge.  A single
stream a girl juice squirted out of my pussy as I climaxed.  That familiar
thrill of delight shuddered through my body.  Licking my wet lips, I took a
moment to catch my breath, and then slid back to the floor.

   "That was incredible," I sighed.

   On trembling legs, I walked forward, almost forgetting that I was still
totally naked.  My arms dangled casually at my sides.  Alicia stopped my
advance, placing her fingers on my soft stomach.

   Looking me over, my friend asked, "Erica, where are your clothes?"

   I lifted my hands to squeeze my breasts, and turned my head to indicate
the appliances behind me.  "Had an accident with Jimmy's ice cream."

   "And you had to take off everything to wash them?" Alicia continued
suspiciously, as if I was a naughty little girl.

   "Well, I dropped some ice cream on my pants," I admitted, "and they
needed to be washed."

   Alicia shook her head, then laughed, "What about your underwear?"

   "Jimmy didn't like the flowers --" I answered, thinking how ridiculous
that sounded when said aloud.

   My best friend pointed at my bare crotch and said, "So you decided to
show him that one?"

   Blushing, I looked down, to see, that my pink pussy was indeed opened up
like a blossoming rose.

   "Ohmygosh!" I gasped, starting to realize how much I had really shown.

   "What about your top?" Alicia was making me confess everything!

   I stood up on my toes, to try and see past the taller brunette.  No sign
of Jimmy, but I still answered vaguely, "I lost it on my way down here --"

   Alicia just burst out laughing.  "Oh, you're too much, Erica!"

   And then I thought back over everything, the memory of events washing
over my mind and body.  "Ohmygosh, Alicia!  Your cousin had me completely
naked!  He saw me naked again!"

   Alicia came over to stand at my side, wrapping a comforting arm around
me like a good friend.  "Jimmy thinks you're beautiful, you know."

   "He -- he does?" I stammered, unsure of what to think.

   I felt my face flush, my ears turning bright red.  My tummy quivered,
and I was still a little horny.  Hearing people talk about my nudity, or
knowing that people liked my body, was more and more having that effect on
me.  Suddenly, the buzzer on the dryer went off -- my clothes were done.

   Alicia helped me get dressed, although I had to be gentle because my
pussy and nipples were still sensitive.  When I was fully clothed, I looked
around for my flip-flops.  But they were nowhere in sight.  So barefoot, I
followed my friend back out of the laundry room.  Over in the recreation
area, Jimmy was absorbed in playing his video games.

   As we passed by, heading for the steps, he glanced my way and muttered,
"Your feet still stink!"

   Dressed once more in my little pink top that revealed my bellybutton,
and summer Capri pants that came down enticingly to just above my calves, I
twirled around and skipped up the stairs.  Smiling to myself, as I could
imagine what he really thought.

   31  -" Eyes

   I found myself sitting in a waiting room with my friend Carrie.  Things
had cooled off somewhat between us, between making new friends at college,
and being occupied by other interests.  It seemed we hadn -(TM)t done
anything fun for a while.  This morning, when she asked me to accompany her
to the eye doctor, I hardly thought anything exciting would happen.

   The room we sat in was square, with individuals chairs lined up against
the walls to each side.  An end table had some magazines strewn about the
surface.  There was a receptionist -(TM)s window off to the left, but the
office was lightly staffed today, so she was not at her station.  We were
the only two patients in the room.

   Well, truthfully, Carrie was the only patient.  She was here for a
routine eye examination, but I think she was dreading the possibility of
needing glasses.  Although, why she would suddenly develop worsening vision
at the tender age of nineteen, was beyond me.  I think she really just
hated the glaucoma test where they shoot a mist directly into your eye. 
Anyway, she had appeared nervous this morning, which is why I decided to
tag along with her.

   It was pretty quiet, and we did not engage in much conversation.  More
of that had been going on lately, as we had less and less to talk about. 
Suddenly, as I was flipping through the pages of some reading material,
Carrie reached over and shook my arm.

   She had a mischievous look in her eye.   -œHey, Erica, want to have some
fun? -

   Lowering the booklet to my lap, I asked,  -œWhat could we possibly do
for fun in this boring little room? -

    -œLet -(TM)s take off our clothes! - Carrie giggled.

   I gave her a disapproving frown and shook my head.  When she only
grinned and winked at me, I began to feel my heart pitter-patter.  Still, I
tried to retain control of the situation.

    -œCarrie -- - I started,  -œWhat are you talking about?  We -(TM)re in
the middle of the doctor -(TM)s office and anyone could walk in here.  The
nurse could come back to check on us, or the doctor might be ready for your
appointment! -

   My friend stood up from her chair and strolled over to look past the
glass window and counter in the wall.   -œNot going to happen.  Their
schedule was completely open this morning, which is why I arranged to be
here so early.  No other patients coming in -- -

    -œYeah, but that could change.  Someone could walk in, - I protested.

   Carrie just shrugged her shoulders and walked easily around the waiting
room.  She was wearing a yellow sweater today and a white skirt.  She did
look very pretty, her long strawberry-blonde hair flowing down her back.

    -œMy, it -(TM)s getting warm in here! - the buxom college girl teased,
and then she began to pull her sweater over her head!

   I tried to pretend I was unfazed by her casual undressing.  Instead, I
went back to reading my book.  I mean she had simply removed her outer
sweater -- nothing wrong with that.  She folded it up neatly, and made a
point to place it on the chair next to me.

    -œNow you take something off, - Carrie challenged me.

   I kept my head down looking past the pages open in my lap, and at what I
was wearing today: a nice black shirt, and a wine-colored sleeveless top. I
couldn -(TM)t really take off anything, or I would be sitting in my
underwear!  I told Carrie just that.

   When she continued to pester me, I sighed and offered,  -œHow about just
a quick flash, while no one is around? -

   The taller girl walked across the room and stretched, leaning against
the opposite wall.  She languidly slid one foot out of a shoe.  Then Carrie
kicked off her other shoe.  She bent down slowly to pick them up, and
tiptoed barefoot across the carpet to put them with her sweater.

    -œNo, - she said decisively.   -œI want to take off everything -- all
our clothes!  Come on, Erica, I -(TM)m already beating you two items to
nothing. -

   I crossed my legs, feeling myself begin to get a little flustered.  Was
she serous?  What an outrageous suggestion!  This was just too crazy to
even consider.  Finally, when my friend took her seat again, I figured she
must have had enough of this game.  Her shoes and sweater sat in a pile
between us.

   My eyes returned to scanning the information in the booklet I was
holding.  I really had no idea about the subject, or any interest.  But I
wanted to try and ignore Carrie.  I heard some shuffling across from me,
and I didn -(TM)t even glance out of the corner of my eye.  After a moment,
I could sense her silently get back up to her feet.  She twirled around on
her toes, until she came to stand in front of me.

   Abruptly, Carrie dropped her silky panties into the book on my lap.  I
regarded them in disbelief, and then raised my eyes to see the young woman
smiling down at me.

    -œI -(TM)m not wearing anything beneath my skirt, - she stated
unnecessarily.   -œAre you? -

    -œOf course I am! - I replied, half laughing, half offended.

   Now I plucked Carrie -(TM)s underwear off the pages, delighting in their
feel between my fingers.  As nice as they were, I managed to put them
aside, stuffing the delicate material into one of Carrie -(TM)s shoes.  But
now that she had my attention, I thought I could feel my own nipples harden
inside my shirt, so I folded my arms across my chest.

   My playful friend just giggled and began to fiddle with the buttons on
her long-sleeve white blouse.  Starting with the top button, her fingers
worked their way down, quickly, and with determination.  I wondered how far
she would go?  It was like I was getting my own private striptease -- and
Carrie was just waiting to see when I would join in!

   With the sides of her shirt hanging open, the curvaceous girl spun
around, her hair streaming gracefully with her motions.  Now facing away
from me, Carrie began to shimmy the blouse off her shoulders.  She lowered
it down her back, and then began to actually pull her arms out of the
sleeves!  One at a time, and then the shirt was completely off.  It was
tossed away, landing on the collection of her things on the chair.  And
then she turned around with her hands on her hips.

   I did some quick figuring, and realized that she was only dressed in a
bra and her white skirt!

    -œOh my gosh, Carrie, you -(TM)re going to get in trouble! - I found
myself embarrassed for my friend, even a little thrilled.

   She only pouted and said,  -œBut I -(TM)m not done yet -- -

   With that confident statement, Carrie reached both her hands behind her
back so she could manipulate the clasp of her bra.  I guess it didn -(TM)t
take very long, before she had it unhooked, and let it fall to the floor!

    -œCarrie, you are so topless! - I gasped in astonishment.

   Quickly, I bounded from my seat and crouched on the deep blue carpet.  I
picked up her bra as if I if I was afraid of it being discovered. 
Meanwhile, her big bare breasts bounced above me as she ran her hands
through her hair.  I licked my lips at the sight of her pink areolas and
nipples.  Catching my look of longing, Carrie cupped her boobs and gave
them a good squeeze.  Then letting a hand wander down her tummy, she stuck
her tongue out at me teasingly.

   Next thing I knew, she popped open the button on her skirt and pulled
down the side zipper.  Releasing her hold, the skirt floated to her feet. I
looked up to see her closed pussy lips, crowned with a patch of trim golden
pubic hair.  Carrie clutched her breasts again, and then skipped out of her
skirt, totally naked.

   Totally naked!  What was the girl thinking?  I scurried to collect her
skirt in one hand, her bra still in my other.  Standing up, I watched
amazed as she reclined in one of the waiting room chairs, fully nude.  She
arched her back a little and traced a finger across her mound.  I
hesitated, wondering if I should give back her clothes and urge her to get
dressed.  Instead, I returned to my seat and placed Carrie's things with
her shoes, sweater, and shirt.

   "Um, Carrie --" I started to feel myself heating up and getting wet.  I
plucked at my top clinging uncomfortably to my body.  "Wow -- you are,
like, really -- I mean, absolutely stark --"

   "Not so loud, Erica!" my naughty friend laughed, leaning forward.  "You
want to tell the whole office?"

   She glided off the chair, and I could hear the vinyl upholstery pull
away from her bare skin.  Carrie wrapped her arms around her shoulders for
a second, and then took a few cautious steps into the middle of the room.
She was standing in direct view of the door that opened up and led back to
the examination area.  And I had an unobstructed view of her bare bottom. I
almost wanted to reach out and squeeze those full, round cheeks!

   Jiggling with each step, she tentatively approached the door.  What was
she doing?  Was Carrie going to try and walk through the office completely
naked?  Maybe she would be more relaxed if she got her eyes checked without
wearing any clothes.  I could just picture her laid out on the examination
chair, her legs parted, bare toes wiggling --

   I wanted to tell her to stop, but I couldn -(TM)t find the words.  It
was like I was totally mesmerized by her risky behavior and display of
total nudity.  She gave me a coy look over her shoulder as if she was
reading my mind.

   Suddenly, we both heard a clicking sound from the door, the knob being
turned, and about to be opened.  Not the entrance to the waiting room,
which would have been embarrassing enough, but the door directly in front
of naked Carrie!  I could only gasp, unsure of what to do.  My friend,
however, was quick on her bare feet.  She leapt to the side, squeezing
herself into the far corner of the room.  The door opened outward --
effectively pinning her against the wall.  Maybe it was my imagination, but
viewing her trapped profile, I thought I noticed Carrie's nipples spring
out fully erect at that moment.

   The receptionist walked into the waiting room and said, "The doctor is
ready to see you now --"

   She looked up from her clipboard and right at me sitting with my legs
crossed on the chair.  The nurse asked me where my friend was.  I tired not
to give Carrie away, my eyes darting behind the opened door just for a
second, to watch the busty blonde's nude quivering form.

   "Um -- Carrie had to strip, I mean, step out for a moment -- to get
something to drink!" I finally blurted out, patting my hand on top of her
folded sweater as if that explained everything.

   The receptionist regarded me curiously and then said, "Well, I'm sorry
we kept you two waiting.  As soon as she returns, tell her she can come
right back to the examination room."

   "OK," I mumbled, again trying to avert my eyes from the corner and not
draw attention to Carrie huddled with her knees locked together and hands
clutching her breasts.

   The lady took a step back, and whirled around to walk through the
doorway.  Her hand casually snaked behind her to grab the doorknob and pull
it shut as she left the waiting room.  I wondered if Carrie's heart was
beating as fast as mine!  That was too close.

   Placing one hand behind her head, and resting her face in the other
hand, Carrie left her crotch momentarily uncovered.  I looked and saw that
her pussy lips were parted.  Then I remembered, that the mere fact of being
naked didn't necessarily stimulate a reaction out of Carrie's body, but the
possibility of getting caught often led to her arousal.  She licked her
lips and silently mouthed, "Oh, Wow!"

   I felt my own clitoris start to swell and peek out of its hood,
especially as I was struck by a clever idea.

   Watching my friend approach me slowly on her bare toes, I asked, "You
aren't really looking forward to this appointment, Carrie?  I mean -- it
would be nothing to blow it off?"

   "What?" She stopped, stark naked in the middle of the room, and shook
her head.

   Quickly, I gathered up the things that were piled on the seat next to
me: Carrie's sweater and skirt, her shoes and shirt, and even her bra and
panties!  I took all her clothes, every stitch.  My mind could hardly
believe I was doing this.  The nineteen-year-old nude blonde was also
shocked, as she could only look over her shoulder, afraid the receptionist
might return.  Not so confident now, she looked rather bashful.  Her body
flushed a nice rosy pink.

   With Carrie's clothing bunched up in my arms, I stood and swiftly
sidestepped toward the office entrance.  My eyes never left her figure
revealed in all its curvy glory, as I backed up and reached for the door.
In another second, the handle was turned and I flung the door open --

   "Bye!" I said with a giggle and ducked out into the hallway.

   I could just make out a harsh whisper behind me, "Erica!"

   The eye doctor had his office located in a professional building down
town.  There were other practices and businesses, which also had their
address at these premises.  We were on the third floor of the building, and
the carpeted hall stretched out before and behind me.  It might have been a
slow morning for eye examinations, but I wondered if any of the other rooms
were very occupied.  Walking backwards, I held Carrie's clothes tightly in
my arms, and began moving toward the exit.  After about three seconds, I
saw my friend's toes and fully bare leg stick outside the door.

   She managed to pull the rest of herself out into the hallway.  Carrie
had one arm slung across her boobs, fingers wrapped around her opposite
shoulder.  With her other arm lowered, she tried to hide her pubic hair. 
This floor of the building did seem to be deserted, or at least the
corridor was empty, as she shuffled forward totally nude.

   "Erica -- what's gotten into you!" she squealed, hugging her body.

   I just laughed and ran all the way to the end of the hallway.  When I
turned around again, it was just in time to see Carrie running with her
arms flailing at her sides, her big tits bouncing up and down.  I paused at
the door that led to the building's stairs, waiting for her to catch up to
me.

   Inclining my head at her bare chest, I commented, "Someone looks pretty
excited."

   "Well, yeah --" Carrie said a bit breathless and even pulled on one of
her erect nipples.  "It would be even more exciting if you joined me!"

   As tempting as that sounded, I only smiled and shook my head.  "Since
I've got all your clothes, I guess I'm the one in control.  You could
always hang around here for your nude eye exam!"

   With that, I pushed open the door and entered the stairwell.  I heard
the door close behind me as I skipped down the first flight of steps. 
Leaning against the wall, I waited to see what Carrie would do.  I wondered
what was going through her mind.  Soon, the door above me opened again, my
friend's unclothed form emerging.  I listened as her bare feet slapped down
the stairs, my eyes wandering up her long shapely legs.  Once more, she had
an arm held across her breasts, and her other hand hiding her pussy.

   "Erica!" she whispered my name, her voice quivering just a little as
each step brought her closer.  "Now you've had your fun -- let me have my
clothes back."

   I eyed her up and down from head to toe.  Then smiling, I turned and
hurried down the next flight of stairs.  This was too delicious!  I knew
she didn't have anywhere to go, and would have to follow me.

   "Erica --" my friend called again, Carrie's voice rising as we neared
the ground floor of the building.

   Clutching her things to my chest, I reached the stairwell door and
pushed it opened.  I had to peer into the lobby and make sure it was safe.
And then I dashed out into the wide-open space.  The main entrance had
tall, double glass doors.  Moving toward them, I could see some people
walking by and a few cars passed in either direction on the street.  This
was probably too risky, and figured it would be as far as I take this
stunt. Unless, there was another way out back --

   Behind me, the door leading to the stairs opened and closed.  I spun
around and watched busty Carrie approach me on tiptoes, still hugging her
breasts tight.  She came slowly, as if unsure of her surroundings, or who
might be waiting out here with me.  The strawberry-blonde did a complete
turn around as she moved forward, flashing me her beautiful butt.  Then she
faced the entrance, visible to the street.

   "Oh my gosh!" Carrie squealed.

   Her first reaction as she froze, was to strike an awkward stance with
knees locked together, but bare feet spread apart.  Immediately, her hand
darted down her stomach to cover her pussy.  I wasn't sure if anyone
outside caught sight of her from this angle, but she then turned around and
crouched down behind a potted plant.

   The next thing I knew, a man dressed in the business suit pushed through
the entrance and stepped into the building.  If he needed to use the
stairs, Carrie would be so busted!  Instead, he brushed past me taking a
side hallway around the corner.

   "Excuse me, Miss," he said as the sleeve of his jacket brushed my elbow.


   The brief physical contact caused my nipples to stiffen, thinking about
my naked friend hiding just a few feet away!  But I was also able to better
check the layout of the ground floor.  There were two corridors that
branched off from the lobby we were in.  My black pumps clicked across the
glossy marble as I walked toward one of the building directories posted on
the wall.  All of Carrie's clothes were bundled in my arms.

   Looking over my shoulder, to my amazement, I saw the young woman slowly
stand and start to pad over toward me.  She turned her head side to side,
making sure no one else was around, but had to use one hand to pull her
mass of hair away from her face.  This left her boobs bouncing free, while
she kept the other hand cupped over her pubic mound.  Still, her hips
wiggled seductively as she walked forward.

   "Look," Carrie whispered in desperation, sliding next to me.  "You can't
keep me nude like this --"

   I glanced down at her trim tummy and long legs, wondering if beneath her
palm, her pussy was opening up in arousal.  "Why not?  You and Alicia and
Lisa have left me naked so many other times!"

   "But this is different," she pleaded, bouncing up on her bare toes.

   Instead of answering, I quickly turned away and hurried toward one of
the hallways.  It was a good thing I had my hands full, or else I would
have slapped Carrie on the ass, just to watch her jiggle.  Following my
steps, I heard the sweet sound of her feet sticking and un-sticking across
the smooth polished floor.  Again, I found myself wondering what she was
feeling and how horny she really was.

   Reaching the side corridor, we quietly shuffled over carpeting once
more, passing the closed doors of offices.  This way led directly through
the building, and to a back door that opened out onto the parking lot.  I
skipped ahead, making it to the exit first.  When Carrie saw where I was
going, she raised a hand to her mouth in disbelief, and let her other arm
swing anxiously at her side.  Her tits and pussy were out in the open as
she slid against the wall.

   "Erica -- we aren -(TM)t going outside?  I'm so naked!" and Carrie
rubbed her hands down her body as if to underscore the point.  "I can't be
seen like this!"

   I positioned myself against the opposite wall, enjoying her display of
full frontal nudity.  "So how is this different from all the other times
you made me run around without my clothes?"

   Carrie stepped cautiously into the middle of the hallway, massaging and
squeezing her breasts.  "Just look at me!  I'm positively indecent -- I'm
all curves and jiggling parts.  It's hard to hide my boobs, and if I turn
around, you can even see my lower lips from behind!"

   "Yes you can," I admitted, breathless, even as she turned and bent down
to touch her toes.  I was in awe of her incredible body.

   Now she stood up and crossed the distance between us, pressing her bare
breasts against me.  "But when you're naked, Erica, you just look cute.  So
it's not so bad."

   "Yeah, well," I started to reply.  I couldn't believe we were discussing
this!  "What about my long nipples and my -- you know.  It sticks out too,
and I tend to show a lot of pink, when I show everything."

   Carrie placed her hand on my crotch and said, "Mmmm -- is it sticking
out now?"

   It was!  But I didn't want this going where it was about to.  So I
quickly squirmed away from Carrie's touch, and headed for the door.  With
my foot, I was able to push it open, and then ran out into the parking lot
in broad daylight, with all of her clothes.

   I scanned the area, and was able to locate my friend's car, near the
side road we took when we turned into the lot.  Without waiting for Carrie
to keep up, I ran over to the car.  Leaning against the hood, I watched as
a second later, she bravely walked outside the building.

   Completely naked!

   This was so hot.  First she kept a hand clasped over her pussy.  Then
she used both hands to try and hold on to her bouncing tits.  Finally, she
realized that she had to navigate her way over the blacktop on the tips of
her toes, so she wouldn't get any pebbles or gravel on the bottoms of her
bare feet.  The end result was that Carrie did a bashful balancing act past
the scattered parked cars, with arms stretched out to either side.  But by
the time she reached me, she was back rubbing and squeezing her breasts
hard.

   "Oh, Erica this is too much!  People can look out their office windows
and see me --"

   I nodded my head slightly in the direction of the multi-storied brick
building.  There was a line of windows facing out toward the lot.  I
supposed anyone on the higher floors might peer through the glass and see
the two of us standing by Carrie's car.  But we were closer to the edge of
the pavement, rather than square in the middle.  Still, she was fully nude
and she hugged her shoulders tightly, dancing nervously on her toes.

   Suddenly, Carrie ran a hand through her hair, and I thought I could make
out a little pearl droplet on the tip of her protruding nipple.

   "Oh my gosh, Carrie!  Are you -- lactating?" I asked, blushing.

   The strawberry blonde looked down, then lifted up her tits in both hands
and giggled, "Um -- got milk?"

   I stared at her in amazement, finding it very erotic, and then asked,
"You're not -- I mean, you didn't get --"

   "No, no," Carrie laughed.  "This is something I've been practicing all
summer.  Usually it takes a lot of time and persistence in order to
self-induce lactation.  I think being naked out here made it happen much
quicker --"

   As I watched, another small droplet of her breast milk formed on the tip
of her other nipple.  "Wow -- that's kind of -- kinky!  How does it feel?"

   "Hmmm," my friend closed her eyes and purred.  "It's very sensual.  And
the taste is sweet like sugar!"

   Just like that, Carrie raised a finger to flick each of her nipples, and
then sucked the finger in her mouth.  It was one of the most outrageously
hot things I had ever seen.  But I didn't want her to see how excited I
was, so I quickly turned around, and searched for her keys inside her
skirt.

   "Are you going to drive me home, or are you going to make me drive in
the nude?" Carrie asked over my shoulder.

   My hands trembled slightly, but I was able to open the electronic lock.
I pulled open the driver side door, and tossed all of Carrie's items on the
seat: her sweater, her shirt, her skirt, shoes, bra and panties.  Then I
shut the door fast, and clicked the lock again.  Turning around, I grinned
at my very naked friend.

   "We're going to take a little walk," I said.

   Carrie couldn't help but giggle, causing here breasts to flop up and
down.  She placed a hand on her stomach, her finger tracing a circle around
her bellybutton.  Her other hand rested lightly on the side of her leg as
she tossed her head back and gave a nervous look over her shoulder.  I
guess she didn't want to hang around and get caught out here.  At least,
that was what I was counting on.

   Shoving her keys in my pocket, I immediately started to move away from
the car.  Looking behind me, I saw Carrie hunch over and take some hesitant
steps to follow, while keeping her hands on the automobile.  But I
continued to walk straight ahead, leaving the parking lot entirely.  Soon
she would have to leave her cover.

   I remembered that the road we pulled off of to enter the lot was a
quiet, secluded street lined with tall leafy trees.  Further down the block
would lead us back to the main avenue that ran in front of the office
building.  But going in the opposite direction would take us further away
from town and into a more residential area.  I skipped along the side of
the road, turning to see Carrie scamper and scurry and try to hide her
nudity.

   As she had said herself, it was almost impossible.  Even with an arm
slung across her tits, it just barely concealed her areolas and nipples,
which were pretty erect.  There was still a lot of cleavage, and not much
left to the imagination about the size of her bouncing globes.  While she
kept one hand between her legs, her five fingers were spread, allowing
teasing glimpses of her blonde pubic hair or the pink of her aroused pussy
lips.  And when she spun around at the slightest noise or sound of voices,
there was no hiding that beautiful bare ass.  Walking backward to keep an
eye on any traffic that might turn onto the road, Carrie was a sight to
behold from behind.

   "Where are you going, Erica?" she asked, turning to face me.

   I smiled and said, "I think the park is only a couple of blocks around
the corner --"

   "It is?" Carrie scratched her head, looking up and down the street. 
"How do you know that?"

   "Let's just say, I've become familiar with the necessary paths to take,
when all your clothes have been stolen!"

   I actually shivered, standing in the shadow of a towering elm tree,
thinking about all the naked walks home I've had to manage.  But now, I was
the one fully dressed, and my buxom friend was absolutely nude. 
Confidently, I began walking down the street.

   At one point, I had to cross to the other side of the road.  Carrie was
about to follow right after me, but she was quick to hear the sound of
tires on the pavement.  I watched her duck behind the girth of a tree, just
as a car came driving up behind us.  It passed by without noticing us.  But
regarding Carrie as she pressed her body against the tree, reminded me of
the times I had to sneak behind such hiding places.  Usually, my pointy
nipples or extended clit would rub against the bark.  Once, I had an orgasm
while waiting for a bike rider to cycle down the road.

   When it was quiet again and safe enough, Carrie jiggled her way over to
the other side of the street.  As we stood on the grass, I wondered if she
enjoyed the tickle of the short green blades as her feet sank into the
ground.  I told her to put her hands at her sides.

   "You have to brush off the wood chips, when you stand so close to the
trees," I explained as my hand swept between her breasts and down her
tummy, until my fingers found her pubic hair.

   "Thanks, Erica!" she said, standing up on her toes, almost inviting me
to slip my finger inside her pussy.  "You really are an expert on this!"

   As tempting as her warm slit was, I pulled away my hand and moved
further down the block.  After we walked past a few more houses, I had to
stop again and get my bearings.  While it was fun leading Carrie around
while she was naked, I had a specific place in mind I wanted to get to.

   "All right, we have to cut across this property," I said after a moment.


   "What?" my friend asked startled.  "You mean like we have to walk onto
their lawn -- into their back yard?"

   I nodded my head with certainty.  "This house is located right in back
of the park's hiking trails.  The only way to get into the park without
being noticed, is through the woods here."

   Carrie clutched her boobs, one in each hand and protested, "So I'm
supposed to go trespassing, without any clothes on?"

   "Look --" I said, pointing to the empty driveway.  "There's no car. 
They probably left for the morning already.  I'm sure there's nobody home!"


   "Well, why didn't you say so!" my friend giggled and dropped her hands
to her hips.

   To my surprise, she then marched up the driveway completely naked, but
then turned onto a little path that wound its way to the front porch.  The
busty nineteen-year-old girl stepped up to the door, first making sure she
couldn't be seen from the street.  Then she proceeded to ring the doorbell!


   "Carrie!  What are you doing!" I called from the driveway.  "You are
going to get in trouble!"

   But she only laughed, not covering up at all.  She even put her hands on
her head and shook her tits at the door.  "What, Erica?  You said no one
was home --"

   Suddenly, we could hear heavy footsteps coming from the upstairs of the
house.  Carrie and I froze for a moment and exchanged shocked looks.  Then
I pointed frantically toward the backyard.  She read my signal, and came
bouncing down the front porch steps.  From inside the house, we heard
someone calling that they would just be a minute.

   "Quick -- run into the woods!" I urged her.

   When she reached where I was standing, she still looked a little unsure.
Keeping one hand between her legs, she nibbled on her fingernails
anxiously. Finally, I grabbed her arm and pulled her after me as we ran
along the side of the house.  Carrie -- naked, in some stranger's yard. 
This was hot!

   I guess it was fortunate that she had lured the homeowner to the front
of the house, as we rounded the corner.  If we had proceeded straight onto
the property, they might have seen us from an upstairs window.  We could
just hear the door swing open on its hinges, a voice raised in annoyance at
finding nobody there.  Carrie and I raced across the lawn, and I had to
keep her from slipping on the grass in her bare feet.  When we made it
safely inside the tree line, I paused and saw that her nipples were very
erect.  Beneath my shirt, so were mine.

   "Wow!" Carrie gasped, holding a hand to her smooth stomach.  With her
other hand, she teased the ends of her strawberry-blonde hair, looking
absolutely delicious.

   "No time for that!" I muttered, reaching out to take my friend's fingers
again.

   Under the cover of branches, we pressed deeper into the woods.  I needed
to navigate our way onto the proper path that would lead us into the park.
Occasionally, leaves would swipe past my face, or slender limbs would snag
at my clothes.  With one hand, I pushed forward, stepping over roots and
the brush that grew along side of the trail.  After a few minutes, I heard
Carrie giggling behind me.

   "What?" I asked, half-turning me head.

   Carrie picked some twigs out of her mass of hair and said, "Oh, these
woods, Erica!  I feel like every branch is caressing my body!  How do you
do it?"

   "Usually I'm running through here," I confessed to my naked friend, "not
taking a leisurely stroll.  Still --"

   Carrie plucked a stray leaf from her pubic hair, and I could see she was
moist down there.  "Still, what, Erica?"

   "Um -- I guess there were some times, you know, when I was just so hot
and excited -- I would lay down on the ground and masturbate."

   "Ohmygosh!" Carrie laughed.  "You've played with yourself out here?  So
close to the park!"

   Even though she was the one bare ass nude, I felt myself blush at the
admission.  All I could do was nod my head.  I looked at Carrie with
longing, maybe even a bit of envy.

   "So where are you taking me?" the long-legged girl finally asked.

   I told her that I had a surprise for her.  Something to teach her lesson
for being so naughty, and taking off all her clothes at the doctor's
office. As I thought about it, I was amazed at how far we had ventured away
from her things.  We had walked at least a couple of miles, and the only
clothing to be found, was on me!  The idea sent a thrill of excitement up
and down my spine.  Carefully, I stepped onto the open path.

   "Erica -- I can't go out there!" Carrie whispered from behind the
branches of a young sapling.

   I smiled at her and said, "Oh, so now you -(TM)ve gone all bashful!"

   "It's not that," she replied as she crossed an arm over her breasts and
lowered a hand over her pussy.  "I already told you that my nudity is
really brazen, I mean I'm so out there!  But now -- I'm also kind of
horny!"

   Shaking my head to hide my grin, I answered, "Well, that's too bad.  You
wanted some excitement.  Now come out here!"

   Meekly, Carrie stretched out her bare leg, her toes daintily finding the
light dirt path.  It was fun to watch her squirming and shuffling forward,
trying to keep her big boobs cradled in one arm.  I pointed to a spot on
the ground, and made her walk into the middle of the trail.  Knowing that
just the possibility of being caught increased her arousal, I wondered what
would happen if a bike rider or jogger did pass us now.  She would probably
have an orgasm right in front of me!

   Licking my lips, I slowly walked around the girl.  Her knees were locked
together, keeping one hand over her crotch.  So I decided to admire her
from behind.  Carrie's ass was so round, and juicy.  Smooth and golden, I
finally couldn't help but place my palm on one of her cheeks.

   "Put your hands on top of your head," I said, enjoying this newfound
dominance.

   She hesitated, and then Carrie shook out her long blonde hair. 
Reluctantly, she pulled her arms away from her body so that she could lock
her fingers above her head.  Perhaps out of reflex, she also separated her
legs, positioning her feet about shoulder-width apart.  A casual glance
below saw that her labia were hanging down.  I stepped fully behind my
friend, and gave her ass a good squeeze.

   "Oooooh!" she responded, even arching up on her toes.

   Then I walked a few feet backward, leaving her standing there,
completely on display.  I really wanted to see if someone would come up the
path in either direction.  She would be so humiliated!  I looked over my
shoulder, but I didn't see anyone.  Another minute passed, and I was
getting pretty excited myself, from the anticipation.  I could only imagine
what Carrie was feeling.  Finally, I figured it was time to move on.

   "All right," I said as I walked past her, "You can come along and follow
me if you wish --"

   Stopping with hands on my hips, I flipped my hair over my shoulder kind
of like the way Lisa used to do, and looked behind me.  Carrie's hazel eyes
were wide, and her hands still entwined above her head.  With her breasts
uncovered, I could see just how hard her nipples really were.  I looked her
up and down one more time, and then resumed my course down the path.

   It didn't take long before the strawberry-blonde was shuffling next to
my side, rubbing her bare arm against mine.  The physical contact made my
heart race, and I could feel that she was hot.  She also smelled wonderful,
the perfume of her hair mixing with her feminine musk.

   "Where are we going, Erica?" she squeaked into my ear.

   I said nothing, but continued to walk ahead until the trail ended in a
T-section.  A path branched off to the left and the right.  In the middle,
a wooden sign was posted with directions.  One arrow indicated the
direction to the campgrounds.  The other -- pointed the way toward a small
miniature golf putting range that was annexed to the park.

   Turning my head from the sign to smile at Carrie I said, "This ought to
be fun!"

   And just like that, I skipped down the trail, giggling with the
possibilities.  Carrie came bouncing up behind me, her boobs undulating and
hips wiggling.  She had her arms stretched out in front of her and at her
side as she crept forward, almost as if she could no longer touch her body.


   "Erica -- you aren't taking me to the putting green, are you?" she
reached out and tugged on my shirt.  "There might be people there, and they
will see me naked!"

   I put my hand on her soft stomach, just above her pubic hair, and gently
pushed away.  "Maybe they will get quite an eyeful --"

   "Oh!" Carrie groaned, but followed after my footsteps.

   We rounded a bend in the trail, and I could see that ahead it would be
opening up away from the trees.  I could also see a small building, with
the stand out front where they rented the clubs and golf balls.  Feeling a
twinge of guilt, I told Carrie to stay put while I scoped it out.

   She was squatting in a crouch when I returned to tell her that the
putting greens were empty this morning.

   "The guy at the caddy shack is pretty cute," I said, smiling down at
her. "So here's what I want you to do.  While I go keep him occupied, you
know, by talking to him about his stick and balls -- you can run to the
first tee.  It's behind a high hedge, completely out of view."

   Hugging her shoulders, Carrie tossed her mane of hair back and squealed,
"Erica, what's gotten into you!  Stick and balls, indeed!  You can't
honestly expect me to streak across the park golf course?"

   "Well, it's not that far for you to go.  The area is pretty small,
mostly for families and kids." I glanced back over my shoulder, and then
turned to my friend.  "Just wait for me to engage the attendant."

   "Oh sure, and then I'll just run stark naked to the first hole!" the
blond girl pouted, even as I noticed a bit of pink peeking between her
legs. "He probably goes to our college."

   Licking my front teeth with my tongue, I answered, "Yeah -- he's about
nineteen or twenty.  I'll ask him --"

   And with that declaration, I spun around and began heading toward the
end of the trail.  As I had scouted earlier, the building was directly
ahead, and the only other person around was inside.  While I kept him
occupied, Carrie would just need to sneak out and run to the side, around
the hedge wall.  Of course, she would be out in the open, in broad
daylight. But it would be the one chance she would get.

   "Hi!" I said pleasantly as I stepped up to the counter of the golf
equipment shack.

   The young man, lean and sprouting facial hair, raised his head from the
magazine he was reading.  "Oh, um -- hello.  Can I help you?"

   I looked around coyly, teasing the ends of my shoulder-length hair with
one hand.  "I'd like a golf club, please."

   "You want to play golf?" he asked, confused.  "By yourself?  You don't
really look dressed for it."

   Amazingly, I felt my heart beating fast, as he checked out my slim
figure and slender legs.  I teased the hem of my skirt a little and said,
"Um, yeah -- that's all right."

   Now feeling more mischievous, I stood up on the toes of my shoes and
leaned forward.  My elbows were on the counter, and the front of my shirt
hung low.  I know I don't have big titties like Carrie, but my breasts can
be cute and perky.  My nipples were sticking straight out at that moment,
and I wasn't wearing a bra.

   I lowered my eyes to check out the boy's crotch, and said, "I just want
to work on my stroke."

   The poor guy nearly fell out of his seat!  He fumbled and stuttered, and
finally asked what size I liked.  Blushing, I told him it didn't matter. 
He then turned his back so that he could find me a suitable golf club.  It
was then I turned my head and caught a glimpse of Carrie in the nude,
walking out onto the grass.  She looked uncertain of which way to go, and
paused with both hands cupped over her pussy.

   "Go that way!" I called out, swinging my arm to the side.

   "What?" the attendant asked, starting to turn around.

   Thinking quickly, I thrust my other finger forward, gesturing wildly. 
"No, that one!"

   His eyes were drawn away from the spectacle of my naked friend creeping
past the building, and toward a titanium putter mounted on the wall.  He
went to retrieve the club, and by the time he faced the counter, Carrie had
vanished.  The young man however, gave me a smirk.

   "You like the good stuff, huh?" he chuckled.

   I shrugged my shoulders, and tried to act casual.  "Yeah, well, only the
best will do."

   "By the way, my name is Ty," he then felt it appropriate to introduce
himself.  "Have I seen you before?  Like maybe you go to my college --"

   I think I was still blushing, and I answered with eyes lowered shyly,
"My name is Erica.  I'm starting my second year at school --"

   "Yeah, I think you're in my World Literature class, or something! 
Anyway, listen, this kind of club is actually a little more expensive to
rent.  And only regular members are allowed to used it."

   "Oh," I said in a small voice.

   But then Ty leaned in close to the counter and whispered, "I can let you
use it this morning, because no one else is scheduled, and my boss isn't
around.  But you have to promise me that you will return it to me as soon
as you are finished, OK, Erica?"

   "Thank you, Ty," I smiled at the young man, and then started to leave
with the club held tightly in both hands.

   "Erica!" he called out before I had even taken a step.  "Don't forget
your ball!"

   Seeing the small dimpled golf ball on the counter, I giggled.  I then
took this between by thumb and forefinger and thanked the attendant again.
He waved, and I kind of backed away slowly, our eyes still lingering.  And
then I spun around and skipped off toward the first tee with all the
enthusiasm of a schoolgirl.

   When I ducked behind the high wall draped in ivy and leaves, I nearly
stumbled into Carrie.  She bounced on her toes, one arm slung across her
boobs, the other hanging down in front of her crotch.  Apparently, she had
stayed just out of sight around the corner, but had watched the whole
rental exchange.

   "Making new friends, are we?" she teased.

   I gave her a wink and said, "I could always introduce you, if you like!"


   "Ha ha," Carried laughed, "maybe later when I'm not so bare.  Or maybe
we could have a threesome!"

   "Oh, Carrie, you are so horrible!" I said, using the end of the club to
brush her arm away from her body.  I touched her pussy with the leather
grip.

   "Say, that is a nice stick," she purred.

   I held it there for a moment, wondering if I could even push it inside
her.  And then all my ideas, my planning, the whole point of this trip to
the park, suddenly came together.  I snapped the golf club up, resting it
on my shoulder.

   "We're going to have a contest," I informed Carrie.

   Folding her arms across her tits, my friend said, "I am not playing nine
holes of golf in the nude!"

   "We don't need to," I tried to continue.  "Listen, you'll take the first
turn.  See how many puts it takes you to sink the first hole."

   "That sounds dirty," Carrie giggled.

   With a sigh, I went on, "Yeah, well, I think I can beat you.  How ever
many strokes it takes, I think I can do it in less."

   "You are the expert on stroking, Erica!" my friend emphasized her
innuendo by running a finger through her golden pubic hair.  "So what
happens when you beat me?  I'm already naked --"

   I walked around her, measuring the distance from the starting tee to the
first hole.  "If I shoot under your par, then you have to masturbate right
here on the green -- with this club!"

   "Oh wow --" Carrie gasped, her eyes wide.  "That's a lot.  If I cum
right now, I'll have a screaming orgasm!  That will be so embarrassing, to
do that in public!"

   "I know," I smiled, returning to the tee and placing the golf ball.

   The strawberry-blonde shyly tip toed over to stand next to me.  "So what
happens if I win?"

   "What?" Momentarily distracted, I hadn't thought of that.  I was
wondering what the artificial grass beneath her feet felt like.

   Carrie stroked her beautiful chin for a moment, and then said, "How
about -- if I get the ball in less strokes than you, then you have to give
me your clothes to wear!"

   "What?" I exclaimed again.  "They will never fit!"

   Cupping her big breasts in her hands and jiggling them up and down, my
friend laughed, "I'll make do.  But also, if you loose, you have to do
whatever I tell you for the rest of the day!"

   At this point, I was pretty sure I was going to win.  I've played more
than a few rounds of miniature golf with my family.  But I can't ever
imagine seeing busty Carrie doing this.  I just wanted to get the whole
thing over with, and complete her humiliation.  So many times, I had been
stripped and forced to pleasure myself, or tricked into playing with myself
in front of everyone.  Now it was time for me to be in control!

   "Sure, sure -- whatever," I waved away her stipulation, and presented
her the titanium putter.

   Since Carrie had to take the stick in both hands, she was unable to
cover up at all.  I had to admit she did look hot, standing there fully
nude at the tee.  She rubbed the toes of one foot behind her other leg,
bashfully unsure of herself or what to do.  Her eyes roamed down the length
of the club, all the way to the little ball waiting at her bare feet.  It
was if she suddenly realized she would have to bend down a little to take a
swing, and what a sight that would be!

   "Try not to swing too hard," I felt it necessary to give her a bit of
advice.

   "Thanks, Erica!" she smiled warmly, and prepared to line up her shot.

   Her heels were together, and she wiggled her toes on the green felt. 
Fingers were wrapped tightly around the leather grip of the golf club, one
hand just below the other.  As she bent forward in order to line the putter
up with the ball, her naked breasts hung down.  I could see that her pink
nipples were still very erect.  It seemed like she was taking a long time,
almost deliberately drawing this out, but I didn't mind.  I walked behind
her, and watched Carrie wiggle her hips, her butt jiggling with the motion.
From between her separated thighs, I could see her pink pussy lips.

   Her stomach clenched, her ass cheeks clenched as her whole bare body
tightened up.  At the last second, she swung her head to look over her
shoulder, as if to make sure no body would see her making this naked swing.
Then she brought her hands back, opening up her stance.

   It was like watching her in slow motion.  With her legs parted, I saw
her labia unfold and drop down.  Then she brought her arms forward in a
vigorous down stroke, the head of the club making contact with the ball. 
Her boobs bounced wildly, her bottom undulating with the momentum of her
swing.  It was such an erotic spectacle!  I felt my own clitoris emerge out
of its hood.

   The ball soared into the air and made a glorious arch to land within a
few yards of the first hole.  It bounced on the green -- once, twice, and
then rolled toward the lip of the implanted cup.  The ball teetered on the
edge for a second, and then dropped in.

   Carrie dropped her golf club and brought both hands to her mouth in
amazement.

   "Ohmygosh, Erica!" she cried.  "Did you see that?"

   Speechless, all I could do was continue to watch as she jumped up and
down on her toes.  She spun around, giving me an unobstructed look at every
inch of her.  I don't know if she was even aware of her nudity, but as she
brought her hands to her head in disbelief, her breasts flopped around in
playful circles.  Then totally naked, she ran down to the hole in order to
confirm her shot.  Finally, I was forced to follow after her.

   "Ohmygosh!  That's what they call, like, a hole-in-one -- right?" Carrie
could not contain her exuberating joy.

   I began to realize that she was not playing me, that this impossible
shot was indeed a fluke, a freak of luck.  I don't know how she did it, but
my inexperienced friend did it, and without wearing any clothes!  She was
completely nude!  I scratched my head bewildered.

   "Now it's your turn, little Erica!" Carrie giggled.

   Before she handed me the club, first my friend took me by wrist and
gently placed my hand on her fuzzy vulva.  My fingers sought her inviting
lips, her hardened clit, and I could feel how hot and wet she was.

   "For luck!" she moaned, and then Carrie kissed me on the lips.

   While I was standing there breathless, she then took my hand and thrust
the club into my trembling grip.  What was going on?  Carrie giggled and
crouched down, her face just inches from the front of my skirt.  But all
she did was reach into the cup in the ground and retrieve the ball.

   "Here you go, sweetie," she said standing back up with a bounce and a
jiggle.  "You go and take your shot, and I'll wait here.  I don't want to
distract you --"

   Right.  So I numbly took the little ball in the palm of my other hand
and began to march back to the tee.  I was dimly aware of the dimples being
pressed into my skin, and I gripped the putter tightly.  All I had to do
was make a hole-in-one myself.  Then we could play a tiebreaker on the
second hole.  And I was much better than Carrie at miniature golf.  But if
I didn't sink the ball on my first swing --

   I began to line up the head of the golf club with the ball. 
Concentration was key.  I just had to take a nice, easy swing, not too
hard. The same advice I had given to Carrie just moments ago.  As I tried
to get into a rhythm and comfortable stance, I realized that it would be
tough to make this shot in my skirt.  That must have been how my friend was
able to get a hole-in-on, since she was not encumbered my pants, or
underwear, or anything at all!

   With that memory, I glanced up from the ball, and looked down the green
fairway.  Holding the flag that marked the first hole, Carrie stood facing
me, full frontal.  I mean, she wasn't covering up her tits or her pussy. 
Of course, at this distance, I couldn't make out her little pink details.
But the fact that she was standing there stark naked, on one of the park's
public putting greens, made my hands shake.

   Before I could let myself get too nervous, I pulled back my hands,
raising the club, and then bringing it down and across in one easy motion.

   "Oh shit!" I cried.

   Too late, my reckless swing hit the tee, knocking it of the felt
surface. The ball popped in the air, slicing about a dozen yards ahead, and
bounced in the middle of the track.  Nowhere near the first hole.  I saw
Carrie do a jump in the air, spinning around, and showing me her bare ass
in the process.

   Part of me was embarrassed that I had made such a pathetic shot.  I
hugged my shoulders, and turned my head to look behind me.  Also, I was
worried about Carrie drawing any attention to us over here.  As far as the
caddy shack attendant knew, it was just me practicing alone on the course.
And then I was fearful that other patrons of the park, families or kids,
might arrive on the scene at any moment.

   "Come over here, Erica!" my friend Carrie waved with her arm.

   I hung my head in shame, but began to dutifully plod forward.  Halfway
up, taking measured steps, I paused to retrieve the golf ball.  I guess I
could have taken another shot, but what was the point?  Carrie already beat
me.  Before I knew it, I found myself standing across from her, the hole in
the ground between us.

   Nude, the strawberry-blonde folded her arms over her breasts and
evaluated me.  "I think I want you take off your shoes, Erica."

   "But they won't fit you," I said miserably.

   Carrie looked down at my feet, but insisted.  "I want to try."

   Well, I had lost the bet, as improbable as that had been, and now I had
to listen to her demands.  With a deliberate huff, I crouched down so I
could undo the strap at my ankle.  I unclasped each one, and then standing
up, kicked off both my shoes.  As I predicted, Carrie could just manage to
slip her toes inside, but was unable to squeeze her heel the rest of the
way in.  My feet are just too cute and little.  I also realized that the
feel of the felt surface was kind of nice beneath my soles.

   "All right, I guess I won't be wearing these," my friend acknowledged.
"But I will carry them with me so it looks like I juts took off my shoes
for a barefoot stroll."

   I couldn't help but giggle, "And a bare everything stroll!"

   Immediately, I wished I hadn't said that.  Carrie smiled at me and then
lowered her eyes to look down the length of her own naked body.  She rubbed
her hand on her sexy stomach, making a circle around her bellybutton.  Her
pussy was opened up pink, and the sunlight seemed to glisten off her golden
pubic hair.

   "Time to cover up this girl," my friend declared.  "Erica, give me your
skirt."

   "Oh, but you know it will be too tight!" I whined, even as my fingers
fidgeted for the zipper at my side.

   Carrie held out her arm, saying, "I've worn tight skirts before."

   Soon, the material slipped through my hands, gliding down my slender
nineteen-year-old legs.  I couldn't believe I was standing here on the
miniature golf course of a public park!  Stepping to the side, I looked
down to see I was wearing no shoes or socks or pants or skirt.  My hands
reflexively crossed over the front of my panties.

   "You look so cute like that!" Carrie exclaimed, and waited for me to
pick up my own shirt and hand it to her.  "Just like a little girl --"

   Once she had the item, she wasted no time wrapping it around her hips.
Of course, the strawberry-blonde young woman was several inches taller than
me, so the hem fell just at the top of her thighs.  She had to wiggle
around a bit, to hold the sides together and pull up the zipper.  I told
her she was going to stretch the material, but she only stuck her tongue
out at me!  So much for being a good sport.

   Still topless, Carrie placed her hands on her hips and said, "Now give
me you shirt!"

   "Oh, but --" I squirmed, arching up on the toes of one foot, keeping a
hand in front of my damp panties, and the other tugging the bottom of my
sleeveless top.

   "Come on," she snapped her fingers impatiently.  "You enjoyed a free
boob show for long enough.  Now its time for me to cover up!"

   I didn't know what to do.  I was standing here in my underwear.  There
was no way I could find the words to argue, and besides, I had lost the
bet. Slowly, I turned around so that my back was facing Carrie.  Now both
my hands gripped the bottom of my shirt.  I closed my eyes and peeled the
material up my body, up and over my head!

   "Erica, you're not wearing a bra!" my friend said with a giggle.

   "No," I replied, clutching the shirt to my chest.

   Carrie continued, "Well, come on, turn around and let me see your
titties."

   Of course, I had no choice but to face forward once more.  Reluctantly,
I dropped my arms to my sides.  I know she had seen my small breasts
before, but having spent all morning running around with her and her big
bouncing boobs, made me feel really self-conscious.  And on top of that, my
long pink nipples were very erect.

   "Precious," Carrie commented as she took my shirt away from me.

   Now I was even more embarrassed, as a blush spread over my body from my
ears down to the tips of my toes.  I shifted my arms, bringing one up to
hold across my tits, and I kept one hand lowered in front of my panties.  I
couldn't believe I was out here in just a pair of little white underpants!
While my busty friend pulled my top over her head, I looked around
nervously, my heart beating faster.

   Of course, she was just able to squeeze her head through my top, and it
only barely covered her breasts.  Her stomach and lower back were in full
view.  In fact, combined with the tight black skirt that looked more like a
belt, Carrie had a very promiscuous appearance.  If it were possible, I'd
say she looked hotter than when she was naked.  But then, at least she did
have all her parts covered up.  She would have to be careful how she
walked.

   "All -- all right," I stammered, flustered by my near nudity.  "Where do
we go from here?"

   Carrie in fact moved around easily in my ill-fitting clothes, and bent
at her knees to pick up the golf club.  "First, I think you are supposed to
return this to the equipment shack!"

   "Oh!" I gasped, immediately bringing my hands up to hide my breasts,
just close enough for my nipples to tickle my palms.  "You -- you're going
to make me return the golf club in just my panties?"

   "No, that would be silly," Carrie giggled.  "I want you to remove your
underwear!"

   Now I dropped my arms to my sides again, this time in shock.  Was she
serious, or just kidding?  I mean, I couldn't show myself to that guy who
went to our college!  And she wanted me to walk right up to him, stark
naked?  I just stood there, my bare tits sticking out as my toes curled on
the ground.

   "What's the matter, Erica?" my friend smiled and started to walk around
me.

   When she stood behind me, Carrie gently placed the head of the golf club
on my back.  The cool metal on my skin made my arms spring out to either
side like airplane wings.  I remained in that position as she traced the
club down the supple curve of my spine, as my nipples grew long and hard.
By the time she reached the elastic band of my panties, I had arched up on
my tiptoes.

   I heard the golf club drop to the ground behind me, bouncing to the
turf. And then Carrie's hands were on my hips, causing me to close my eyes.
Swiftly, she grabbed the silk material of my underwear and pulled down. 
They fell to my feet, and I lifted one at a time in order to step out of my
last piece of clothing.  For some reason, I returned my toes to the ground
with legs separated farther than before.

   I was naked.  Naked on the first hole of the park's miniature golf
course!  Suddenly, I opened my eyes as if I couldn't believe this was
happening, or maybe hope that I would wake from a bad dream.  As if seeking
more proof, I lifted my fingers to brush my nipples shyly, to run down my
stomach and touch my bare pussy, and then slapped both my hands on the
smooth cheeks of my ass.

   "Oh!" I finally gasped.

   Then I bent fully at the waist, letting my hair hang down over my head.
I'm pretty trim, so I can easily touch my toes while keeping my legs
perfectly straight.  Looking upside down between my legs, I could see
Carrie laughing.

   "Ooooh, what a nice rosebud, Erica!" she giggled.

   Ohmygosh, she was talking about my little anus!  I was showing her so
much, yet I remained in this position, perhaps waiting for my friend to
stick her finger in my ass.  Instead, I watched her crouch down carefully
to pick up my panties, and then she strolled past me without even a pat on
the butt.

   Straightening myself again, I stepped fully nude over to her side, and
asked, "Where -- where are you going?"

   "I've got to watch you bring back the golf club," Carrie said, while
casually dangling my shoes on the tips of her fingers.

   I took one look down at my body, and then back at the strawberry-blonde
young woman.  "You're really going to make me do it?  I mean -- I am so
naked!  What was that you said earlier, how it didn't seem right for you to
be seen without any clothes on?"

   Carrie turned to face me, standing so close that our toes touched. 
"Yes, but you're so cute when you're nude, Erica!"

   "Thanks -- but -- well, just look at my breast, and how long my nipples
are!" I said blushing.  "And, and, I'm absolutely hairless so I'm just
showing nothing but pink!"

   As if on cue, Carrie traced a finger around my bellybutton and down to
my most sensitive folds of skin, which caused my clitoris to spring out
fully erect.  "Yes, it sure looks like he will be getting an eyeful."

   And that brought an end to any further discussion.  Speechless, I
watched Carrie spin around, moving closer to the edge of the wall so she
could peer past the hedges and see the equipment shack.  I was at a loss.
But we had made a bet, and I now I had to do as she said.  Also, I did
promise Ty that I would bring the expensive club back to him.  I just never
thought it would be like this!

   Flustered and nervous, my heart beating wildly, I returned to the golf
club lying the ground.  The metal was cool in my grip, reminding me of my
total nudity.  I also retrieved the golf ball that we had left rolling on
the turf.  This, I squeezed tight in one hand as butterflies filed my
tummy. The club I held between my breasts, the head hanging in front of my
crotch to hide my little pussy.

   "You look so adorable!" Carrie giggled as I slowly walked past her.

   Thinking about it, I probably should have run straight over to the caddy
shack, so I would not get caught by anyone else, and also to get this over
with as soon as possible.  But I could not will my legs to move any faster.
I was somehow delighting in the sensations of my bare feet when I finally
reached the real grass of the park grounds.  With measured steps, I walked
closer and closer to the small building, completely naked.

   I could see the young man, Ty, sitting behind the counter.  He was once
more absorbed in reading his magazine.  I wondered if I was forgotten
already.  Glancing to my side, I noted my smooth round shoulder, and the
sun beat down on my back and bare ass.  I'm really not an exhibitionist,
and I was so embarrassed to be doing this.

   My feet shuffling through the grass probably alerted him to my presence.
As I neared the counter, he looked up from the magazine and then went back
to reading.  And then he did a double take, unable to believe his eyes.

   "Oh -- wow!" the young man gasped, sitting up in his chair.

   My nude hips were fully in view, of course, as were my small tits with
nipples sticking straight out.  One arm hung down at my side, and I
squeezed the golf ball tighter.  But I was very careful with my other arm,
to hold the club as still as possible, covering my bald pussy.  I realized
that Carrie, looking on like a voyeur, had a clear view of my naked little
bottom.

   Ty, now started to get to his feet and asked, "Erica -- what happened?"

   "I decided to take off my shoes," I answered, making this up as I went
along.

   "Your shoes?" Ty pressed himself forward to look over the counter, to
see my toes in the grass, and the length of my totally bare slender legs.

   My clit pushed against the head of the golf club and I gasped, "Um --
yes.  My shoes were too uncomfortable for me to walk around on the green.
And I was having a hard time practicing my swing, so I took off my skirt,
too."

   "You took off your skirt --" the young man repeated, amazed.

   I couldn't believe I was talking to this guy who was in my college
English class, and might be in more classes this year, standing here nude.
My toes curled, and my sensitive nipples started poking toward the sky. 
Only the wide head of the putter hid my shaved slit, which had opened.

   "And then it was just so hot," I continued, "and you said no one else
would be around, so I took off my top.  But I don't have a bra on today."

   Ty gave a soft chuckle, "I can see that."

   Ohmygosh!  He could also see how hard my nipples were, and I pictured
him tweaking them and sucking on my tits.  I'm sure he could tell how horny
I was.

   "Well, I figured, what the hell -- you know?" I giggled nervously.  "And
I removed my underwear."

   Shaking his head, the young man said, "So you stripped off on the golf
course, and practiced naked?  That's pretty hot!"

   "Um, yeah, it is -- I mean it was!"

   A moment of awkward silence passed between us, which seemed to last
forever, until Ty cleared his throat.  "I suppose I need to take that golf
club back from you, Erica."

   Realizing that this golf club was all I was wearing, I reluctantly
answered, "Oh -- right."

   Ty swept his palm across the counter and said, "You can lay the club
right here."

   I lowered my eyes and saw my nipples quivering to either side of the
titanium shaft.  The head was steady between my legs for a moment longer. I
took a deep breath, and then raised the club to drop it on the counter. 
Immediately, I cupped my other hand, the one that was holding the golf
ball, over my pussy.  Secretly I rolled the dimpled ball over my clit,
making a small moan.

   "Was it good for you?" the young man asked.

   "What?" I gasped, a little startled, as I hadn't even had an orgasm yet.
But I was very close.

   Then Ty explained, "The golf club -- it's really sweet.  Perfectly
balanced, one of the finest pieces of equipment we have.  It kind of suits
you, Erica."

   I blushed, but said nothing.

   "I'm going to need the ball back, if you're done with it," he added.

   Ashamed because I had been slowly masturbating with the little sphere, I
was quick to place it on the counter next to the club.  But this time, I
brought my hand down, lowering my arm to my side.  As I lifted my other
hand to tease the ends of my hair, I stood before the young man with
everything on display.  Nothing was left to the imagination.  Shyly, I took
a step forward and let my fingers fall on the edge of the counter.  Naked,
I crouched down, feeling my pink labia hang between my legs.

   "Listen, um, Ty -- this is really embarrassing," I confessed.

   He just smiled down at me for a moment, and then told me I had no reason
to be ashamed!  He took my little fingers in his hands and asked me to
stand up again.  Slowly, I agreed, even allowing the young man to lift my
arms as I straightened up to stand on my toes.  Now I was really showing
everything, giving him a good look at my pussy.  All pink and hairless, my
clit sticking out of its hood.  But when he let go his hold, my first
instinct was to bring my arms to my chest, crossing my wrists so that the
elbows covered my small tits.

   I couldn't believe I was just letting this guy look at me!  It felt so
dirty, but the sensations I was getting were also unbelievable.  When he
asked me to turn around, I just dropped my hands to my sides and slowly
spun until I was facing the golf course.  I closed my eyes, because I
half-expected to be a line of people there, witnessing my total nudity. 
But I also relished the thought of Ty checking out my bare ass, my tight
and supple behind.

   "Hey, Erica," he said in a husky voice, causing me to look over my
shoulder.  "Do you want to come back around and hang out inside the shack?"


   He adjusted his pants a little, and I knew what he had in mind.  Of
course, I was very horny too, so the offer was tempting.  I wouldn't mind
him playing with me, even teasing and fingering me, but I had a feeling it
would go further than that.  Technically, I was still a virgin, having
never been penetrated by a man.  And now I was really confused with
emotions, between what my body wanted to do, and what my head said I
shouldn't do.

   I had moved around to the side of the equipment shack, and look inside
with longing.  Just at that moment, from seemingly out of nowhere, Carrie
came walking up to us.  Suddenly, I felt all self-conscious again.  I threw
an arm across my breasts while slipping a hand down in front of my crotch.
She had my shoes that didn't fit her hooked on a finger and slung over one
shoulder.  Dressed in my skirt that was too tight and only came down to the
tops of her thighs, the strawberry blonde was all legs and bare feet.  And
beneath my top that she was wearing, her big tits heaved.

   "Isn't Erica just so cute!" Carrie said as she slapped my ass, causing
me to bounce up on my toes.

   Ty looked from me to my friend, back and forth between us.  His eyes
darted from totally naked me, to busty Carrie who left little to the
imagination.  I think it was just dawning on him that she was dressed in
the clothes I had been wearing earlier.  He looked very confused.

   Meanwhile, Carrie slipped behind me and moved my arms out of the way. 
She just couldn -(TM)t resist the urge to keep me exposed.  But then she
slid her own arm around my body, letting her hand rub down my stomach. 
Gently, she used two fingers to spread apart my pussy.  I just closed my
eyes and whimpered.  She was going to masturbate me, and make cum right in
front of this guy!

   Or so I thought.

   Instead, after a moment of holding me in this embrace, Carrie called out
over my shoulder, "Sorry, Ty, but this show is over.  Erica is coming with
me!"

   And just like that, my friend took me by the hand and started pulling me
away from the golf course.  We were headed back toward the trails that led
into the park.  She had my shoes in one hand, and naked me following after.
It was hard to keep up with her long strides, so I just scampered along
with my little tits and bare butt bouncing.

   The two of us retraced our steps from earlier in the morning.  Carrie
even made me stand in that same place in the middle of the path, legs
separated and hands on my head.  Only this time, after what seemed an
eternity of standing there with my nude body on display, someone did pass
by riding a bike!

   "Eeeek!" I squealed, hearing the tires skid on the dirt trail.

   At that moment, Carrie grabbed me again, and took me into the woods off
to the side.  We ran past the leaves and snagging branches, not daring to
look behind us.  But all the strain of running and scrambling finally took
its toll on my skirt that never really fit the taller blonde in the first
place.  As we reached the edge of that neighbor's property line, I looked
down and saw that it was no longer around Carrie's waist.

   "Ohmygosh, you're bottomless!" I pointed and covered my mouth in shock.

   Carrie look down and said, "Oh -- I know!  And I dropped your shoes
somewhere back there, sorries!"

   OK, so now we were down to just one article of clothing between us. 
What a sight we made, two nineteen-year-old girls streaking across some
stranger's lawn.  I could feel the wind caress my completely bare body,
rushing past my flapping pussy lips.  I wondered what it felt like for
Carrie, the wind whistling through her pubic hair.

   We snuck behind one of the wide trees that lined the street, in order to
catch our breath and appraise the situation.  I was just peeking ahead to
see if the coast was clear, when I I heard Carrie muttering behind me.  Not
thinking anything at first, I reach out to take my friend by the hand, and
pull her after me as I stepped into the deserted road.  There was some
resistance, and then Carrie stumbled along right next to me.

   "Erica!" she gasped.

   I turned my head only to see that my worn and flimsy top, stretched
beyond possibility when Carrie had been wearing it, had gotten stuck on the
bark of the tree and had torn.  My eyes shifted, and locked on Carrie's
pretty hazel eyes.  Then I looked down and saw that she was completely
naked again -- just like me!

   "Come on, I've still got the keys!" she held her fist up triumphantly.

   Well, it was every girl for herself now, as we bounded down the street
toward the parking lot of the professional office building.  My nipples
were sticking straight out as I ran, and watched Carrie's luscious bottom
bounce.  I could just picture her tits swinging up and down wildly.

   Needless to say, she was the first one to reach her car.  She opened the
lock, and wasted no time pulling on her skirt and throwing her sweater over
her head to conceal her chest.  By the time I caught up with her, she was
fully dressed.  I was left stark naked and blushing.

   She made me stay that way as we drove back to her house.  I couldn't
believe that she was the one who started all this, Carrie had been the one
to strip off in the first place, yet somehow I had lost all my clothes!  It
just didn't seem fair.  But then, by the time we made it up to her room, I
really didn't care.

   I let my friend make love to me, and she gave me an incredible orgasm.
As we cuddled afterward on the bed, her finger lazily tracing my slender
body, Carrie cupped my chin and kissed me on the lips.

   "You have very pretty eyes, Erica," she said.

   Leaving me as confused as ever.



   32 - Erica's White Hat

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Not at all," Carrie giggled.

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

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

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

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

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

   "That's it," Carrie finally answered.

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

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

   I stood there frozen, hands still on my head, processing what she just
told me.  When I didn -(TM)t move or give any indication that I would move,
Carrie folded her arms across her chest and shifted her weight onto her
other foot.

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

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

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

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

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

   Carrie only insisted, "Keep going."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


   I blinked and gasped, "We are?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

   I gasped, "I -- I don't know --"

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

   "Come on," she called after me.

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

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

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

   "Can I tickle your bottom?" she asked.

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

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

   "No," I answered breathlessly.



   Erica's White Hat - Part 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



   Erica's White Hat - Part 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Yes, may I help -- you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



   Erica's White Hat - Part 4

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

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

   "Mmmmm!" I closed my eyes and moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   * * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



   Erica's White Hat - Part 5

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   I shook my head shyly.  "No -- not yet."

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



   Erica's White Hat - Part 6

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Erica, are you in here?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



   33 - Erica - Gone Fishing

   Summer was finally here, and I couldn't wait to try out my new bikini.
Well, I wouldn't be trying it out in public.  It was much too racy to wear
to the beach, or even around other people, I thought.  I had just turned
twenty, and my friends had gotten me the bathing suit kind of as a gag
gift. But little did they know, I thought it was really cute, and the idea
of prancing around in such a skimpy little thing turned me on!

   The problem was, this was my first opportunity to test it.  Not only
because it was finally nice and really warm, like eighty degrees, but I
finally had some time alone.  With my parents out looking for lawn
furniture and my older step-brother away, I had the house all to myself. 
When I was sure it was safe, I stripped down in my bedroom and put on the
bikini.

   The bottoms were high-cut, with elastic strings that ran over my hip. 
They dipped down to hold up the patch of fabric covering my pubic mound. 
It was V-shaped and very tiny.  No way someone could wear this unless they
were completely shaved down there.  It was perfect for me.  The back was a
thong style, with just a little triangle of material at the top of my ass
crack.  For the top of the bikini, it was just two more triangles attached
by a string that tied behind my neck.  They barely covered my areolas and
nipples.  I swear, if I had bigger breasts, it would be impossible to wear.


   The bikini itself was bright pink, kind of like the way I blushed, or
the color of my naughty parts when I was excited.  Like I said, my friends
thought it was a joke.  But while I laughed it off at my birthday party,
saying I would never dare get caught in this ridiculous thing, I secretly
yearned to try it on.  Now as I watched myself in the bedroom mirror, I saw
how much skin I was showing and I felt sexy.

   I smacked my hand playfully on my bare cheeks, and then proceeded to
head out the door.  My plan was to get some sun today.  Out in the
backyard, I would have plenty of privacy.  As long as I didn't doze off, I
might even take off my top.  I just needed to grab some sunscreen from the
bathroom and I would be all set.

   Walking down the hallway in my little bikini, I suddenly heard a knock
at the front door!  I froze, my heart starting to race.  Who could be
stopping by?  My friends had other plans today, as far as I knew.  Looking
down at my near naked body, I blushed.  It's hard to believe after all the
things I have been through, but getting caught like this would be so
embarrassing!

   "Just a minute!" I called out, bring my hands to my head in slight
panic.

   Quickly, I rushed back down the hall and slipped into my bedroom.  I did
a search, but my clothes from last night were already in the wash.  The
doorbell rang out in succession, as though someone were pressing it three
times in a row.  How rude!  Flustered, I finally spotted a long T-shirt
draped over the back of a chair.  I sometimes used it as a nightshirt, but
not recently.  Picking it up, I brought it to my nose to smell that it was
fresh and clean.  I dashed toward the front door, pulling my head and arms
through the sleeves as I ran.

   Smoothing it out, the shirt fell loose about my shoulders, and came down
to almost my knees.  Now I was decent.  I fanned myself with a hand and
caught my breath, before opening the door to see whom my unexpected visitor
was.

   Standing in front of my house, huddled together on the welcome mat, was
the woman I knew to be Alicia's Aunt.  And with her, one on each side, was
her son Jimmy and his friend Cody.  I realized now that it was Alicia's
obnoxious cousin who had had been ringing the doorbell impatiently.  I was
shocked, my mind fuzzy, and all I could seem to think was, what the hell
were they doing here?

   Ohmygosh!  What if she found out!  I mean, that I had been seen naked by
Jimmy on more than one occasion.  Even Cody had seen me without my clothes
on.  It's not like it was my fault, or I had wanted these boys to see me in
the nude -- things, just sort of got out of hand.  But what if he told! 
That little bastard, what if Jimmy talked about me stripping in front of
them?  And now his mother had come here to yell at me.  She brought him
with her to confront me about my inappropriate behavior --

   "Hello there, Erica," Alicia's Aunt said with a pleasant smile.

   Thinking perhaps I had overreacted, I answered a little more relieved,
"Um -- hi."

   "I am so sorry to bother you," the woman continued, a hand on her son's
shoulder.  "But I am in a bit of a crisis here.  I had promised to take
Jimmy and his friend to the park today.  Unfortunately, some unexpected
family business came up, and I have to run out of town.  Alicia is at work
right now, so I was wondering, would you mind looking after the boys?"

   I stood there, my mouth hung open, speechless.

   Alicia's Aunt must have read the expression on my face, and she hastily
added, "I don't mean to impose on you, Erica.  I could take them with me,
but I'm afraid, well -- you know how Jimmy gets.  You've supervised these
two before, and did such a good job!  Alicia said you wouldn't mind."

   "Did she," I muttered, rubbing my elbows in opposite hands.

   Standing there barefoot, a long T-shirt over my new bikini, I really
didn't know what to think.  The boys were staring at me quietly, Jimmy's
mother waiting expectantly.  She had no idea about the little problems I
had when alone with these two.  I suppose I could have refused, saying I
had other plans.  But I felt guilty because I did not want to admit the
real reason.  So instead, I said I would watch the boys.

   "All right!" Jimmy pumped his arm excitedly.  He then added, "I just
gotta grab our stuff from the car."

   His enthusiasm made me blush a little, and I smiled weakly from the
doorstep.  Cody stayed near me, his hands in his pockets.  I watched as
Alicia's Aunt returned to where she had parked, allowing her son to rummage
through the back seat, and then pull some things out of the trunk.  I
realized as he began walking toward the house, that he was carrying two
fishing poles and a tackle box.

   Alicia's Aunt waved goodbye to me, thanking me and reminding her son and
his friend to behave for me.  Then, just like that, she backed onto the
road and sped away.  Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed she was
rather anxious to be off, before I could change my mind.

   "What's the matter, Erica?  You didn't think we were going to hang
around your boring house all day," Jimmy said as he handed one of the rods
to Cody.

   It was a beautiful day outside, and I answered, "No, I guess not.  Your
mother said something about -- going to the park?"

   "Yes," Cody piped up.  "We found a secret fishing hole, no one else
knows about.  Jimmy and I are going to be the first ones to try it out!"

   "A secret fishing hole, huh?" I ran a hand absently through my soft
brown hair.

   As I looked down at Cody, I turned to regard Jimmy, and found that I had
to look up to see eye to eye with him.  I kept forgetting how big he had
grown.  What was he now, twelve or thirteen?  I could already see the
difference between the two friends.  Cody still had a boyish innocence,
clinging to his youth.  But Jimmy was getting more confident, bolder, and
more obnoxious.  He was the kind of kid who seemed older than his age,
probably already sneaking through his father's Playboy collection.  That
made me more nervous.

   "Well what are you just standing around for?" the larger boy demanded.

   The town park was within walking distance from my house.  I know,
because I had taken the route through the woods many times, after I had
lost my clothes.  Thinking about this made me blush again, and I rubbed my
toes shyly behind my other leg.

   "Let me just put some shoes on," I finally said, almost as if asking
permission.

   Before I could embarrass myself further, I turned around and ran back
into the house.  Padding down the hallway in my bare feet, I entered my
room and grabbed the first pair of shoes I could find.  They were brown
leather sandals, and quite comfortable.  Then, grasping the fabric of the
T-shirt in my hands, I paused and wondered if I should find something else
to wear.  But we were just going to the park, and I did have my bathing
suit on underneath.  Besides, it was summer.  I shrugged my shoulders and
prepared to meet the boys outside my house.

   Jimmy was eager for us to be on our way as I reappeared through the
front door.  "Come on, Erica, let's go!  We don't want the fish to get
away, or someone else to find our secret spot!"

   "All right, all right!" I huffed.  "I just have to lock the door --"

   But after I removed the key from the bolt lock, I turned around and
patted my shirt.  The boys were watching me curiously.  Soon, Alicia's
cousin grew impatient as his expression changed to show he regarded me as a
silly girl.

   "No pockets," I said weakly.  "Um, do you think -- if I give you the key
to hold onto, you promise you won't lose it, Jimmy?"

   "Yeah, I won't lose it," Jimmy grumbled.

   It wasn't something I wanted to do, or felt entirely comfortable about.
But the only other choice was to go back inside and find another shirt, or
throw on a pair of shorts.  And I figure the longer I kept Jimmy waiting,
the more likely he would be to cause trouble or give me a problem.  So I
dropped the brass key into hand, which he promptly stuffed into the pocket
of his own khaki long shorts.  I mean, what could happen, I would have my
eye on him the whole time.

   Finally, I motioned to the boys we were ready to leave, and we began
marching down the driveway.  As I said, it was a lovely day outside, not at
all a bad day to go for a walk.  The neighborhood I lived in was very
residential, typically suburban.  Carrie lived a few blocks away from me.
The old high school was a bit further, as was the library, but I had walked
the distance before and without any clothes, too!  Not by my choice --

   Heading along the sidewalk in the direction of the town park, Jimmy and
Cody walked in front of me, chatting and giggling amongst each other. 
Better this way, so I could keep my eyes on them.  I started to think this
would be a breeze, and I would enjoy a pleasant trip to the park as well.
But by the time we turned onto a side street lined with trees, the boys
slowed down to walk on either side of me.

   "Hey, Erica, are you wearing anything under that shirt?" Jimmy suddenly
asked.

   Flustered, I almost tripped, as I clutched at the material and
sputtered, "What -- why would you think that?  I mean, of course I am!"

   The boy only continued to tease me, "Alicia told me that one time you
went to school without any underwear on!"

   Cody, on my other side, burst out laughing.  Apparently he found the
idea very amusing.

   "No!  That's not true," I said defiantly, although I felt myself blush.

   "Maybe she went to school -- naked," Cody giggled.

   I was thankful for the shade of the trees, which hid my look of
embarrassment.  "Boys!  I don't know what's gotten into you two.  I'll have
you both know, I am wearing my bathing suit under this T-shirt!"

   "Oh," muttered Jimmy, perhaps a bit disappointed.

   And that put an end to that little discussion.  We continued along our
way, Alicia's cousin and his friend carrying their fishing poles and the
tackle box.  At least they hadn't made me drag along their gear.  I suppose
a few inappropriate questions were not too bad, if that was all the
discomfort I had to endure.  Approaching the avenue that ran along the side
of the park, the entrance was just around the block.  However, Jimmy
stopped us, and pointed to an opening in the woods, between the fences.

   "There!" he said and moved toward the tree-line.

   I stepped away from the sidewalk nervously.  Cody had already joined his
friend.  Closer inspection showed there was indeed a trail running deeper
into the park.  Then, I let out a small gasp, for I suddenly recognized
this path and this break in the fence.  Only, I was used to exiting the
park in the opposite direction.  Many times I had traveled this way, after
Lisa or my friends had stripped me of all my clothes.  Sometimes, it would
be too much for me, and before I ran home I would lie down nude in the
grass and masturbate.  Right where the boys were now standing --

   "What's wrong?" Jimmy asked.  "Are you afraid you might get lost?"

   "No, no --" I answered, tugging on the end of my T-shirt.  "I think I've
been here before."

   His face wrinkled in doubt, Jimmy looked at the trail, and then turned
back to me.  "Impossible!  This is our secret path.  You can't tell
anyone!"

   "Oh, all right, I promise!" I said feeling exasperated.  "Let's just
go."

   The three of us plunged into the woods, easily following the dirt path.
After we wound our way through the trees, I realized that there were other
trails that branched off the main one.  Some of these, I don't think I had
walked before.  But Jimmy seemed to know where he was going.  I was
helpless but to follow after him and his friend.  Now I understood why his
mother was so eager to drop him off on my hands.  The boy was determined to
find this fishing hole, even when I suggested we make our way back to the
larger park grounds.

   We must have walked for twenty minutes before I pressed through some
trees and started walking down hill.  Soon we emerged in a wide clearing,
and stretched out before us was a placid lake.  I noticed, too, there was a
wooden dock -- maybe like a wharf  -- that extended out over the water.  It
was in this direction that the boys headed, and I followed after.

   "This is kind of nice," I said, viewing the full lake surrounded
completely by trees.

   Hooking a strand of hair behind my ear, I continued to take in my
surroundings.  It was very quiet, seemed to be very private.  Indeed, just
the way we were enclosed in here, made it seem like Jimmy was the first
person to discover this isolated spot.  So tranquil, we could have been at
some remote cabin resort.  I never knew this was part of the park.

   The boys dropped their tackle box near the edge of the dock, and started
to set up their fishing poles.  I walked over curiously to watch.  It
amazed me that they actually knew what they were doing.  I was never good
with rods and reels and anything to do with the hobby.

   Cody suddenly looked up at me and asked, "Are you gonna go
skinny-dipping?"

   "What?" came my startled response, eyes wide, as I clutched my T-shirt.

   Jimmy's friend shrugged.  "You said you brought your bathing suit.  If
you go swimming, since you're skinny, that's called skinny-dipping --"

   "I am not skinny!" I protested, even though in truth I have a slim
figure and small breasts.

   Working on some fishing line, Alicia's cousin laughed, "No, Cody --
skinny-dipping means you go swimming without your bathing suit.  Without
any clothes on at all!"

   "Oh," Cody said sheepishly.

   Feeling that I needed to assert my authority, I answered firmly, "Well I
will not be going swimming.  And I'm not going to let you two see my
bathing suit."

   Jimmy stood up to look at me and asked, "Why not, Erica?"

   "Because --" I replied, flustered and blushing.  "It's a little bikini.
And boys your age shouldn't see me in it."

   "Whatever," Jimmy mumbled, rolling his eyes.  "At least you can help us
out by attracting the fish to us."

   I wasn't sure if that was an insult, or if he was serious.  "What do you
mean by that?"

   The larger boy hoisted his fishing pole and cast his line, then turned
to me and said, "Take off your shoes and splash your feet in the water."

   Skeptical, I asked, "And what will that do?" "The ripples in the water
will make the fishes come over here by us," Cody answered excitedly.  "We
learned that in science class!"

   "And your legs are long enough to reach," Jimmy added.

   Actually, I never thought of myself as having long legs.  But they were
slender and proportioned with the rest of my body to give the illusion of
length.  I also wondered if disturbing the smooth lake would in fact scare
the fish away.  And then Alicia's cousin started teasing me again.

   "Unless you're afraid you might frighten the fish with your smelly
feet!" he said rudely.

   Well, I knew how this game was played.  I stuck out my tongue at Jimmy,
and proceeded to march confidently past the boys.  When I stood at the edge
of the dock, I looked down to see my reflection in the water line.  I
supposed I would just be able to splash around with my toes.  So I sat on
the ground and quickly undid the straps on my sandals.  After all that
walking, it did feel rather nice, and I rubbed my little feet
appreciatively.  I then swung my legs over the side, letting them dangle.
My bare toes skimmed the surface of the lake -- and it felt good!

   Leaning back on the heels of my hands, I kicked my legs up and down.  It
did make me feel a little silly, but the boys urged me to keep splashing.

   "All right, that's enough," Jimmy said after a while.

   The boys now intent on their fishing, I stood up and walked back across
the dock.  I looked behind me to see the wet footprints of my bare feet on
the wooden boards.  My sandals were left near the edge, but I figured I
didn't need them for the moment.  Instead, I found a spot on the middle of
the docks, and gently lay down.  With my arms resting beneath my head, it
was pretty comfortable.  The sun shone directly above, warming my face,
legs, and toes.

   It was rather peaceful for a while, until I heard the sound of feet
stomping on the dock, next to my head.  I opened my eyes to see Jimmy
staring down at me.  He didn't seem too happy.

   "What's the matter?" I asked pleasantly.

   Alicia's cousin frowned and said, "It's not working.  There aren't any
fish around."

   He seemed so disappointed at that moment, that I couldn't help but climb
to my feet and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.  This, the boy
shrugged away.  In response, I ran my fingers through his unruly mop of
hair, and then game him a playful little shove.

   "Maybe you're just not good at fishing," I teased.

   That only worked to get Jimmy's ire and he turned around and said, "Yeah
-- well, maybe you're not really wearing a bathing suit under that shirt!"

   "Jimmy," I said blushing, "didn't I already tell you that I'm wearing my
bikini?"

   Now the boy stood with his hands on his hips, challenging me.  "That's
what you said -- but you won't show us!  If you're really have your bathing
suit on today, prove it."

   "Fine, I'll show you!" I answered defiantly.

   The two of us stared at each other for a moment, neither willing to
yield.  Barefoot, I was about the same height as the boy.  It's almost like
we were suddenly equals, peers on the school playground.  Alicia's
obnoxious cousin expected me to strip for him, remove my T-shirt, and stand
on the dock in my tiny pink bikini.  But I had a better idea --

   With one hand, I gripped the bottom of the shirt and made sure to pull
it down tight.  This caused the back to ride up a bit, but I was facing
Jimmy so he wouldn't see.  I then reached my other hand under the shirt and
found the tie at my hip.  Once this was undone, it was easy for the little
things to slip down my legs and fall to my feet.  I stepped to the side so
I could carefully bend down to pick up the fabric, and then tossed them at
Jimmy.

   Ohmygosh!  I had just removed my bikini bottoms!

   Jimmy held the material stretched between his two hands.  Mesmerized, it
was almost as if he couldn't believe I had been wearing these.  I hoped he
didn't sniff them -- that would be too embarrassing!  But then he balled
them up in his fist and pointed at me with his other finger.

   "Yeah, all right, so maybe these were all you had on," he said
accusingly.  "My cousin tells me you usually don't wear a bra or nothing,
because you have small tits."

   "Jimmy!" I cried, instinctively lifting my hands to clutch the shirt in
front of my breasts.  "Where did you learn to talk like that?"

   The boy shrugged, but continued watching me.  I felt myself heating up
under his scrutiny, and really just wanted him to go back to fishing with
his friend.  So I slowly reached my hands behind my head -- I had to be
careful not to raise the hem of the T-shirt too high or else I would expose
my naked pussy.  Silently, my fingers slipped down my neck, finding the
tie-string that kept the bikini top in place.  Working this loose, I was
able to then pull the fabric through the top of my shirt.  This too, I
threw at Alicia's cousin.

   He was able to catch the bikini top with his free hand, and left me
standing in just my long T-shirt.  I hoped he didn -(TM)t expect me to go
further!  Very self-consciously, I smooth down the front of the shirt to
make sure I stayed decent.

   Jimmy looked at my pink bikini bottoms in one hand, the tiny top in his
other, and then smiled at me.  "Thanks, Erica!  These will make a good lure
--"

   Honestly, I wasn't quite sure what to make of that statement.  But I saw
him turn around and run excitedly back to his friend.  Running my own hand
through my hair, I was a little confused about what had just happened.  Had
I just been tricked out of my bikini?  Well, I decided, at least it got the
little monster to leave me alone.  I made a point to walk a bit further
down the dock, putting more distance between the boys and me.  Then I found
a nice spot to sit down again, hugging my knees to my chest.

   Some time passed, with the sun still bright in sky above.  Not a cloud
in sight, it was perfect weather for laying out.  Part of me started to
regret being dragged along to the park, missing out on the chance to do
some tanning.  Glancing over my shoulder, I marveled again out how private
this lake location was.  It's not like there were any other fishermen
coming to this spot.  Truly, it appeared that Jimmy was the first to
discover the place.  For their part, he and his friend were now happily
occupied casting their lines and excited about the prospect of catching
something.

   Slowly, I rose to my feet.  The boys didn't notice.  Looking all around,
there was not another soul in sight.  No one was watching me.  Before I
could change my mind, I grabbed the back of the T-shirt and pulled it over
my head!  Immediately, I clutched the shirt to my body, hiding my full
frontal nudity.  Behind me, however, my cute little bottom wiggled out in
the open, delighting in the warmth and fresh air on my back and bare butt.

   I knelt down on the dock, and then lay completely on my stomach, across
the width of the wooden pier.  Because I am totally shaved, my pussy was
sensitive coming into contact with the ground.  But once I settled in, it
wasn't that bad.  I found my nipples were a little bit harder than I would
have liked, but for once, I was glad not to have big squishy breasts.  The
T-shirt, of course, I draped behind me covering my naked ass.  It was like
at the being at a masseuse, when one has just a towel placed over their
butt for modesty.

   Folding my arms, I was able to rest my head, facing in the direction so
I could keep an eye on the boys at the other end of the fishing pier.  I
had moved my hair out of the way, so that my shoulders were exposed.  Oh
God, this felt so nice!  The sun beat down on the soles of my feet, my
calves and legs and played wonderfully across my back.  It wasn't too hot,
just the touch of gentle rays caressing my body.  Now as long as I didn't
fall asleep --

   "Hey Cody, do you think I can reel it in?"

   I woke to the sound of Jimmy talking to his friend.  Opening my eyes, I
was a little groggy.  How much time had went by?  It couldn't have been
more than a few minutes!  Very conscious of my vulnerable state, I was
relieved to feel the fabric of my T-shirt still covering my bottom.  But
then I saw that the boys were standing only several feet away from me, and
Jimmy had his fishing pole.

   "I don't know," the other boy said.  "She looks like she's sleeping --"

   My body froze as I heard Jimmy laugh, "I bet I can do it without waking
her up!"

   Then the next thing I knew, I watched as Alicia's cousin swung his
fishing rod back, and cast the line in my direction -- I didn't have time
to react or anything!  I just closed my eyes and curled my toes in
anticipation.  What was he thinking!

   The line sailed over me, and I heard the metal hook hit the wood of the
pier at my side.

   "Missed!" Cody exclaimed.

   "Oh yeah?" Jimmy said.

   Only half opening one eye, I now watched the boy start to reel in the
line.  Sure enough, as the hook was dragged across the wooden dock, it
caught on the material of the T-shirt placed over my bottom.  I didn't
realize just how effective these fishing hooks were.  When I was about to
reach my arm back to keep the shirt secure, Jimmy pulled up and lifted the
T-shirt right off me!

   Jimmy's friend clapped and shouted, "I see Erica's butt!"

   Too late, my hand landed and made contact with the smooth skin of my
uncovered bottom.  Immediately I jumped to my feet in surprise.  Jimmy held
his fishing pole with both hands, staggering back a little as he hoisted
the long T-shirt dangling on the hook.  The T-shirt, the only thing I had
been wearing, which now left me -- completely naked!

   The boys looked at me standing there, amazed about how suddenly I had
been stripped.

   "Oh!" I gasped, and then quickly moved my arms to cover my little tits
and pussy.

   But Alicia's cousin only turned around, and started running toward the
end of the dock.  I had no idea what he was up to, and I decided I had
better chase after him.  Cody giggled when I ran by him, my bare feet
taking quick steps as I was hugging my body.  It was frustrating because I
was ashamed about losing my clothes, but being totally nude around others
was also exciting.  I bit my lip and shuffled closer to the water.

   "Jimmy, what are you doing -- " I asked shyly.  "Stop playing around --
don't do that!"

   The boy was watching me with a mischievous look in his eye.  As I inched
closer on my toes, he swung the line over the lake, my T-shirt waving like
a banner in the breeze.  He was so obnoxious!  I hated him having me in a
compromising position, and I was embarrassed by the way my body was
reacting.  Very carefully, I held one arm tight across my breasts, hiding
my extended nipples.  Down below, I kept a palm covering my smooth crotch,
although I could already feel the silky outer lips opening up.

   "All -- all right, that's enough --" I said, but I couldn't reach out an
arm to grab the shirt.

   Jimmy lowered the line until the shirt was just above the surface of the
water, and he said, "Put your hands behind your head, Erica!"

   Oh God, this couldn't be happening!  The cheeks of my cute little bottom
clenched nervously as I stood there.  I mean, here I was just totally bare
in broad daylight!  The sun beat down on my shoulders as I hesitated. 
There was no choice really, because I needed to get that shirt back and
cover up quick.  What I couldn't figure out though, is what Jimmy had in
mind.  In the past, the boy would always make fun of me, or just tease me
if I lost my clothes.  But now -- it's like he wanted to see me naked.

   Very carefully, I crossed my legs at the ankles.  I wanted to stay
closed, that is, I was mortified at the thought of my pussy opening up. 
Then, very slowly, I lifted my arms, bringing them in back of my head.  I
took a deep breath.  My hands were clasped over my soft hair, leaving my
elbows sticking out on either side of my face.  They weren't the only
things sticking out --

   "Pointy, pointy!" Jimmy taunted me, bobbing his fishing pole up and
down.

   That made me arch up on my toes, pushing my chest out further.  "Jimmy
-- don't!  Please, just let me have my clothes back!"

   Alicia's cousin paused as if considering, but then replied, "First you
have to walk the whole dock.  Go all the way to the end, then turn around
and come back here."

   "But why!" I gasped, and shifting my weight, accidentally separated my
legs.

   Jimmy shrugged, "Alicia says you like to do stuff like this.  Walk
around nude --"

   "That's not true!" I insisted, curling my fists behind my head.

   By now, my erect nipples were sticking up toward the sky.  This was so
embarrassing!  I was about to move my hands to hide my pink parts, when
Jimmy told me that I had to make the walk with my arms at my sides.  Too
late, I could sense my labia unfolding and my clitoris emerging out of its
hood.  I desperately wanted to cover up, not put on a gynecological
display. So I turned around on my heel, and started walking toward the end
of the dock.

   The problem was, I was now waving my pink bits in the direction of
Jimmy's friend, Cody.  I don't think he had moved the whole time.  But now
he sat with his legs crossed pretzel style, and watched me with a broad
grin.  I'm sure he had no idea what was going on inside me, my tummy
fluttering deliciously, nor how my body was reacting.  Jimmy parading me
around in front of his friend must have been the height of humiliation, but
also strangely arousing.  My areolas were pink on top of the fair skin of
my swelled-up perky breasts, each nipple extending long and hard.  I wanted
to reach my hand and trace a finger over this erogenous zone, but I dare
not do that here!

   As I walked by him, I kept my eyes lowered, focusing on putting one bare
foot in front of the other.  I tried not to think about the boys seeing
every inch of me.  It also occurred to me that Jimmy had a nice long view
of my naked backside.  My ass wiggled playfully with each step, my pussy
lips poking briefly between my legs, which must have been a tantalizing
sight.  All this, I did with my arms rigidly at my sides like a model
walking the catwalk.

   When I reached the far end of the pier, my eyes were fixed on the tree
line.  I wondered if I could make a desperate run into the woods.  But
then, I would probably never get my clothes back.  For a moment, I
hesitated, standing there and wondering what to do.  Before I even realized
it, I had slipped a finger inside my pussy!  I looked down and gasped as I
touched myself, rubbing and flicking my clitoris up and down.

   Well this was no good!  I couldn't allow myself to masturbate with
Alicia's cousin and his friend watching me.  Even though it felt
incredible. Reluctantly, I turned around again.  At the last moment, I
pulled my finger out of my pink slit.  Balling my hands into fists at my
sides, I began to jog back to where Jimmy waited for me.  My little tits
bounced up and down, my pussy lips flapping like flower petals as the
breeze tickled my smooth shaven skin.  By the time I reached the boy, I was
breathless.

   "Can I -- can I have my T-shit back?" I finally asked.

   Jimmy still had the material hooked on the end of his fishing line,
which he held over the lake.  "Why, are you embarrassed, Erica?"

   "Yes!" I nearly cried, my whole body blushing from shame and arousal.

   "Well, OK," Jimmy muttered.  "I guess you can cover up, then."

   Grateful to regain some modesty, I wrapped both arms across my breasts,
hugging my chest.  I then dropped down in a crouch, with knees together. 
In this position, I waited for the boy reel in his line.  It was agonizing
to watch the shirt lift higher and higher, above the surface of the water.
My heart was beating fast, relishing my outdoor nudity for a moment longer.


   And then a gust of wind swept over the expanse of the lake.  Alicia's
cousin held onto the rod with both hands, but the line swung to the side --
and my T-shirt was whipped right off the hook, landing on the water in the
distance!

   "Jimmy!" I squealed in disbelief, crawling over to the edge of the dock.


   In shock, I saw the white material floating upon gentle ripples, further
and further away.  But it didn't take long to get completely saturated and
sink beneath the water.  As I slowly raised myself to squat naked on the
wooden pier, I ran one hand through my hair.  My other arm reached out
helplessly, and then dropped to my side.  It was too late to do anything,
unless I wanted to jump in the lake and search the murky bottom.  I
suddenly jumped up and around, to find Alicia's cousin standing behind me.

   "Oh, Jimmy, what did you do!" I grabbed the boy's shirt collar in my
fist, forgetting that I was totally nude in front of him.

   "Hey, careful, Erica!" he dropped his fishing pole in protest and
wrapped his fingers around my wrist.  "You'll poke my eye out with one of
those things --"

   Breathless, I realized he was talking about my erect nipples.  I was so
humiliated, seeing them quiver just inches from his face.  Letting go of my
hold, I backed away several steps, bringing my arms close to cover my
breasts and drape a hand in front of my pussy.

   I decided to try a more tactful approach and said, "OK -- Jimmy, what
about my bikini?  You still have that, right?"

   Jimmy bent down to pick up his fishing rod, and reeled the line all the
way in.  "I told you, Erica, we used it for our lure.  Both the top and
bottom, one for me and one for Cody --"

   "You're joking!" I gasped, slapping my hands on my thighs, before
remembering to clasp them over my hairless crotch.

   "Nah," Jimmy shrugged.  "And it worked, too.  We each caught a fish. 
But I think the lures got lost or eaten or something."

   "A couple of fish ate my bikini?" I almost laughed in spite of myself.
Unable to hide my skepticism, I brought my hands to my hips.  "Well how
about my shoes?"

   "How come you don't have no hair down there?" Alicia's cousin asked as
pointed a finger right at my pussy.

   My face turned bright red, and I could feel my whole body blush in front
of him.  But I couldn't bring myself to cover up again.  He seemed
genuinely curious about my bare pubic mound, which was getting me excited.
In fact, I was afraid to make a move, even as I sensed my clitoris poking
out of its hood.

   "Don't -- don't change the subject," I said bashfully.  "What happened
to my sandals?  I took them off -- right over here."

   The boy shrugged his shoulders, unconcerned.  "They must have fallen
into the lake."

   This was unbelievable!  I spun around and scampered along the edge of
the dock where the boys had been fishing.  I don't know what good they
would have done me, but something about losing my last items of clothing
really sent a shiver up my spine.  We were at the town park, miles away
from my house, and I had nothing on at all!  Seeing Alicia's cousin and his
friend in their own shorts and T-shirts, heightened the awareness of my
nudity.

   "Jimmy!" I squealed, bouncing up to the boy.  "All my clothes are gone!
I'm out here, STARK NAKED!"

   With a smirk and a chuckle, he answered, "Yeah -- I can see that, Erica.
And soon, I guess those guys will, too."

   "Huh?" I jerked my head to the side in surprise.  "Where did they come
from!"

   Quickly, I grabbed the boy by his shoulders and spun him around so I
could crouch behind him.  Clutching the back of his shirt, I pulled him
close in order to hide my nude little body.  He squirmed and put up a fuss,
but I didn't let go.  Peering over his shoulder, I could see a group of men
coming down the trail that led to the lake.  They appeared to be older,
fully tacked out with gear and equipment, and I counted six of them.

   Jimmy twisted his head enough so that his face was next to mine and he
grinned.  "Looks like we weren't the only ones who knew about this fishing
hole!"

   I felt my knees go weak, and I was afraid I might actually have an
orgasm.  Certainly, the longer I stayed out here, the more likely I was to
do something truly embarrassing.  Biting my lip, I decided I would have to
make a break for it, and run into the woods.  At least there, I could hide
among the trees.  The problem was, Jimmy and I were down on the end of the
dock that stretched over the water's edge, while the outdoorsmen were just
approaching the other end.

   Before it was too late, I pulled Jimmy to the side, and ran down the
length of the wooden pier.  I could hear him calling out after me, as he
and his friend were no doubt enjoying the sight of my bouncing bare bottom.


   "Hey, Erica, where are you going!" the obnoxious boy teased.

   I passed by the group of fisherman, close enough to see scruffy white
beards and one of the men had a cooler, probably filled with beer.  Close
enough, that they could see I was shaved hairless.  But hopefully my naked
run was a blur, and they wouldn't believe their eyes.  My feet reached the
gentle grass, and I didn't stop until I plunged beneath the branches and
leaves of tall trees, momentarily out of view.

   Ducking behind the trunk of run tree, I closed my eyes and felt the bark
on my naked skin.  I brought a hand up to my chest as I tried to catch my
breath.  There was only one thing that would calm my racing heart, I
thought, cupping a breast and brushing my thumb along the very hard nipple.


   "Was that girl wearing any clothes?" I heard a man ask.

   Still pressing my body against the tree, I turned around so I could peer
back toward the lake.  I saw that the fisherman was talking to Jimmy.  I
knew I should have kept running, but I had to hear this explanation. 
Alicia's cousin looked ahead into the woods, and I think he saw where I was
hiding.  Then he turned back to look up at the taller man.

   "Nah," he said with a wave of a hand.  "That's my sister.  She was
sunbathing out here in a very small bikini.  She gets very shy around
people --"

   I found myself thinking that was very sweet of the boy to lie on my
behalf.  That excuse didn't seem half-unreasonable.  And now that I was
gone, I'm sure those fishermen had figured they had just seen me in a very
revealing bathing suit.  That would keep them from nosing around, or
chasing after me.  Already, I could see them pick up their gear again and
start walking toward the end of the dock.

   Now I had to decide what to do.  I had no clothes on -- at all.  Looking
down, I was flustered seeing how my body was still reacting, and I ran a
hand through my hair.  Nipples stood proud and erect, and my shaved pussy
lips were pink and spread open.  Plus it was broad daylight.  I really
didn't want to be seen like this.  Thought about trying to make my way
home, but I wasn't sure about leaving Jimmy and his friend.  How would I
explain that to his mother?

   So I would have to wait it out, and hope that the group of fishermen
would not stay all day.  Or maybe the boys would get bored and come looking
for me.  God, that would be so embarrassing!  Still, for the time being, it
appeared that Alicia's cousin and his friend were busy discussing their
fishing hobby and had forgotten all about the naked twenty-year old girl in
the woods.

   I closed my eyes and clutched my little tits with both hands, sensuously
rubbing my nipples against my palms.  This would be a good time to find
some relief, I thought to myself.  But I didn't want to get caught
masturbating so close to the group of people near the water.  Expecting I
might have a very loud orgasm, I figured they would hear me.  How would I
explain that to the boys!

   Before waiting any longer, I turned and moved a little deeper into the
trees surrounding the lake.  I thought about heading toward the path we
first followed to the lake, but then I worried what if more fishermen or
other people started to show up.  Changing directions, my bare body slipped
further away from the dock, the water, and the trails.  I actually found it
rather sexy moving through the branches and trees, like some untamed wild
animal.  It was kind of arousing.  I even stooped down in crouch, my bare
feet stepping over dry leaves and pine needles, and tossed back my mane of
soft brown hair.

   It wasn't long before I found a new trail to follow.  Not very wide,
there was room for only one person to walk between the slender tree trunks.
I figured this was good, as I was unlikely to encounter any hikers along
this little path.  Vaguely conscious of the where I was going, I tried to
keep in mind that the lake was on my left side.  I mean, I certainly did
not want to get lost!

   And then the path came to an end, blocked off by some logs and fallen
tree limbs.  Moving closer to investigate, I saw that I was all the way on
the other side of the lake.  Off in the distance across the water, I could
make out the edge of the dock where Jimmy and Cody and the fisherman were.
I wondered if they could see me.

   Greatly daring, I climbed onto a large trunk that lay across the ground.
My toes curled on the surface of the mossy bark, which felt kind of nice,
like I was at one with nature.  Slowly, I stood up and raised my arms to
the sky.  I almost wanted to shout -- but thought better of calling
attention to myself.  Instead, I shook my tits in their direction.  Then my
hand wandered down my stomach, fingers finding my bald crotch.  First I
spread open my soft vaginal lips, and started stroking my pussy.

   What was I doing!  I thought, even as a loud moan escaped my lips and my
body shuddered.

   Quickly, I climbed down from the tree trunk before I could make a
spectacle of myself.  Turning around I found another stack of fallen limbs
and logs, these effectively shielding me from view on the other side.  I
brought my hands to the rough surface of the bark, and peered out in this
new direction.  The trees ended here, giving way to a wide open field of
grass.  Closing my eyes, I tried to picture this setting from a different
angle.  Suddenly, I realized that I was near the golf course!  I had no
idea it was so close to the lake.

   The leaves rustled overhead, and a gentle breeze blew over my naked
body. I actually smiled in spite of myself, because it felt so nice. 
Arching up on my toes, I just enjoyed the sensations of the outdoors. 
Honestly, I was usually running to get home, whenever I had found myself in
the woods without any clothes.  Now I had some time to relax and savor the
moment.

   But the fleeting peaceful reverie was interrupted by the unmistakable
sounds of steps crunching over twigs and branches on the ground behind me.
Oh no!  What, did Jimmy come looking for me?  I was so embarrassed to have
him sneak up on me, looking at my bare bottom.  Cupping my hands to my
breasts, I couldn't bring myself to turn around.

   "Erica -- is that you?" asked the voice of a young male, about my age.

   Shyly, I looked over my shoulder.  "Ty?"

   Ty -- the young man who worked at the golf equipment shack.  The guy who
went to my college.  We were even in the same literature class last year.
Even though this was so humiliating to be caught like this, my nipples
popped out fully erect.  I had to lower my hands to cup my little pussy.

   "Hey, Erica," he said gently, and took a cautious step closer.  "I
thought it was you.  I would recognize that ass -- I mean, I would -- well,
it's just that I don't know too many other pretty girls who run around the
park buck naked!"

   That made me giggle, although hearing him talk about my nudity
absolutely excited me!  I separated my hands and lifted them to the tree in
front of me.  Shifting my weight to my other leg, my butt wiggled with the
motion, and I wondered if he could see my pussy lips from behind.

   "Um, what did happen to your clothes?" the young man asked, still
confused.

   I stole another glance over my shoulder and saw that he have moved up
right behind me, close enough to touch me.  Slowly, I turned around,
keeping my hands clasped over my pink slit.  My toes touched his shoes as
we looked at each other.

   "Is your friend Carrie around?" Ty suddenly asked, remembering our first
encounter.

   That actually made me annoyed, and I curled my fists and planted them on
my hips.  "No, she is not here!  I was looking after my friend's cousin and
his buddy, and the brats took my bathing suit -- everything I was wearing!"


   Ty brought a hand to his mouth to stifle a chuckle.  "Wow, Erica -- that
is pretty funny.  But I'm glad its just you here, without your friend -- or
your clothes."

   "Oh," I gasped, and blushed.

   Then I lowered my eyes shyly, looking down, only to see that with my
hands my hips I was left totally exposed.  My labia were pronounced and
hanging out, and my clitoris erect, but I couldn't move my hands to cover
up.

   "That's one smooth --" Ty started to say.  "Um, may I?"

   "Mmm-hmmm," I answered, raising my arms so I could run my hands through
my hair.

   The young man placed his hands on my hips and bent down so that he was
eye-level with my shaved pubic mound.  Very slowly, he traced his finger
down my body until he made contact with the pink lips of my vagina.  He
stroked them softly, causing me to stand up on the tips of my toes.

   "Oh, wow!" I suddered.

   It had been a long time since another boy touched my pussy.  And at
twenty-years old, I was technically still a virgin.  Right then, at that
moment, I decided I wanted him to take me.

   Ty was already up on his feet, leaning in to kiss and suck on my
nipples. He could probably tell how excited I was and that I was ready to
go.  His hands roamed over my body, and I was loving it!  The young man
moved behind me, reaching his arms around to caress and rub my stomach. 
When he pulled my hair to the side and kissed me on the neck, it was the
most amazingly passionate moment of my life.  While one hand clutched and
squeezed my breast, he lowered his other arm so that he could begin
fingering my pussy.

   As he pulled my body close to his, I could feel his hardness press
against my bare bottom.  I was just waiting for him to drop his pants. 
Would he try to take me from behind?  My mouth was watering as I closed my
eyes and let him tease my nipples.

   "Oh, TY -- don't stop!" I cried out with pleasure.  "Don't -- stop --"

   "Hey you!  What are you doing to Erica!"

   Opening my eyes, I saw Jimmy standing in front of us.  I had been
grinding my ass into Ty's crotch, and he had both his hands on my tits.  We
both froze.

   "Ah, Jimmy -- it's not what you think," I said, helpless.

   "Is this your friend's cousin?" the young man spoke into my ear.

   I couldn't believe this was happening!  I really wanted to have sex with
this guy!  We had been flirting with each other since last year, and now I
was so horny.  Besides the total humiliation of being caught like this, it
was incredibly frustrating.

   Jimmy curled his fingers in a fist and cried, "You better not hurt her!"


   That was actually kind of cute, as I could see the boy take on a fierce
countenance and he stepped forward.  My knight in shining armor, saving me
from danger.  More like saving my virginity!  Still, the sentiment gave me
a warm feeling in my tummy that I couldn't quite describe.  Like having an
older brother stick up for me on the schoolyard.

   "I think I had better go," Ty said, and I could feel him adjusting his
pants behind me.

   I was speechless.  To be interrupted like this was just so unreal -- I
wondered if he was upset, if he would hate me.  While I wanted him to stay
and pleasure me, I couldn't do anything with Jimmy standing there!  Ty
brushed passed me and said, maybe another time.  Then he proceeded back
down the trail, presumably to find the path that led to the golf course.  I
stood standing with arms hanging at my sides, fully nude in front of
Alicia's cousin.

   "What was he doing to you," the boy asked suspiciously.

   "Nothing --" I stammered, blushing.  "We were just -- playing." Jimmy
came over to stand next to me, as if making sure I was all right.  "You
mean like tickling you?"

   Ty, the twenty-year-old guy from college, was taller than me.  But Jimmy
and I were about the same height.  It was almost as if we were peers.  I
stood very still, my whole body flushed, conscious of how close I was to
having an orgasm.  My nipples stuck straight out, quivering.  The boy
walked around me, and I could sense he was budding with curiosity.

   "Sort of," I said breathlessly.  "Would -- would you like to tickle me?"


   I knew it was wrong, and I shouldn't have said it!  But I was not
thinking straight.  My mid was in a fog, I guess I was still thinking with
my body.  Fortunately, Jimmy was probably just as confused, and the boy
kept his distance.

   "Nah," he answered, rubbing his nose.  "I think we should start getting
back home."

   Turning my head, I was conscious of my bare profile and ashamed.  "Well
-- how am I going to do that?  All my clothes are gone --"

   Jimmy moved around me, looking on the ground and at the trees
surrounding us.  He kicked over a log, and then found a low hanging branch.
I watched as he carefully pulled off a few broad leaves.

   Walking up to me, he said, "Here, Erica, you can wear this --"

   The boy reached out his arm, and placed a bright green leaf right on my
pussy!

   "Oh!  Jimmy!" I gasped.  "You -- you shouldn't touch me -- there!"

   But to my amazement, the leaf momentarily stuck to my shaved lips, which
were moist and excited.  I held my breath and tried not to move.

   "Take these," Jimmy handed me two more leaves.  "Hold 'em up to your
tits.  It will be like a tiny bikini, like what we said to the fishermen."

   In disbelief I took a leaf in each hand, between my fingers, covering my
erect nipples.  "What about my butt?"

   Alicia's cousin shrugged his shoulders.  "You'll just have to stay
facing forward, and don't turn around.  Come on, let's go!"

   With that, the boy spun around and started down the trail again.  I saw
that he had picked up a long, gnarled branch and was using it as a walking
stick.  Not knowing what else to do, I tiptoed after him.  It was easy
enough to keep the two leaves up top held daintily in front of my small
breasts.  I wasn't sure how long the leaf below, however, would remain on
my crotch.  I tried to be careful, I really did.  At first, with my thighs
squeezed together, the leaf stayed pressed against my pubic mound.  But
soon I had to take longer strides in order to keep up with Alicia's cousin.


   We rounded a bend in the trail, and I recognized that we were getting
closer to the dock by the lake.  My heart was beating fast again. 
Suddenly, I looked down, and saw that my leaf covering had vanished!  The
nub of my clit was poking out, and I figure the contact along with the
movement must have been too much.  Frustrated, embarrassed, and aroused, I
tossed the other leaves to the ground.

   "Jimmy," I called out.  "Jimmy -- I'm naked again!"

   Immediately I dropped down in a crouch, with my knees wide apart and my
hands on the ground in front of me to keep my balance.  In this position, I
was aware of my pink labia hanging out, dangling, clearly visible.  But
there was nothing I could do about my excited pussy.

   The boy stopped in his tracks, turning his head to look over his
shoulder.  He did not look pleased.  Rather, it seemed he was annoyed that
I had misplaced the leaves of my pretend bikini.  He shook his head as he
faced me, and I stood up swiftly, with my arms at my sides.  Jimmy raised
his walking stick, using it to point at my full frontal nudity.

   "Maybe you like running around without any clothes," he suggested.

   "No!" I insisted.  "It's just that -- I guess the leaves were kind of
itchy.  My skin is very sensitive."

   I blushed, telling him this, even more so because my nipples were now
pointing toward the sky.  It was then I realized that I wanted to make the
trip back home like this.  I had done it before, of course, but not in the
company of others who were dressed properly.  The fact that it would be two
younger boys I was supposed to be looking after, only increased my
humiliation and excitement.

   After a moment, Jimmy move the stick to point at my crotch.  "So really,
how come you don't got no hair down there?"

   "Well, um," I stuttered, caught off guard.  "I shave off all the hair,
since, oh God!  I like the way it feels -- I mean looks!"

   The boy scrunched up his face, as if trying to make up his mind what he
thought of my private parts, which weren't so private any more.  "Yeah, it
does look -- interesting.  Is that why that guy was tickling you there?"

   "Can we just get going?" I answered flustered, deciding Alicia's cousin
had gotten enough of an up close examination.

   I shyly cupped both hands over my pussy, and crossed my feet at the
ankles.  Waiting anxiously, I rubbed my toes behind my other leg.  This
exposure was making me hornier, if that were possible, and more embarrassed
at the same time.  Finally, Jimmy started moving down the path again.

   "Come on, Naked Erica, it's a long way back home!" he chided me.



   34 - Erica's Thanksgiving by American Cowboy

   "Oh come on, Erica, it will be fun!" my friend Christa said, sitting
atop her bed in her room.

   It was the first week of November, unseasonably warm, and we were
gathered at the house of my friend from college.  It was the four of us,
Christa and myself, along with Alicia and Carrie.  The busty brunette and
the buxom blonde were my close friends since high school.  Now, the
ginger-haired art student peered at me over the rim of her stylish black
glasses.

   "I don't know," I whined.  "I'm just not comfortable around kids --"

   At my side, Alicia giggled and pinched my arm.  "You're just saying that
because my cousin is always catching you naked!  I swear, that boy has
learned more about female anatomy from you --"

   "Quit it!" I folded my arms and turned away, feeling my ears blush
bright red.

   Christa continued her pestering, "Well they are not little kids.  They
are seventh graders -- practically young men and women.  And I could really
use your help on this project."

   Her project was to create a Thanksgiving-themed feast complete with
costumes and decorations.  This was to be arranged at the local junior high
school, and it was all part of the Art degree Christa was working toward.
Carrie and Alicia were pitching in, and now they wanted me involved.

   "You'll make such a cute little Indian," Carrie said.

   I frowned at her and replied, "I believe the correct term is Native
American."

   The playful strawberry-blonde only smiled and squealed, "That's perfect!
You will make a great Naked American --"

   "Native American!" I repeated, feeling flustered and nervous.  "Really,
Carrie, you need to learn to be more sensitive."

   Christa suddenly bounced off the bed and grabbed her bag.  "Then it's
decided!  We're all in this together.  Now let's go shopping."

   Well!  I wasn't really sure that anything had been decided, but who
could argue with a trip to the mall.  So I found myself trailing after the
girls as we piled into Alicia car and drove off.  Leaving me to wonder what
I had gotten myself into.  It was made clear to me there would be no
backing out and that was that.  With a sigh, I just resigned to being a
part of the project and tried not to worry about it.  Then I could enjoy
the rest of the day.

   The next three weeks seemed to fly by.  Now Thanksgiving was only a few
days away, and I know kids all over were looking forward to the holiday
break, even us kids going to college.  Yet here I was, standing in the
girls bathroom of a junior high school, surrounded by my friends, Christa,
Alicia, and Carrie.

   The seventh grade classroom had already been prepared for the feast, and
that was fun.  But now it was time to change into our costumes.  Alicia and
Christa were going as Puritan women, in their long black dresses and white
kerchiefs over their heads.  To my surprise, Carrie actually put her hair
up and dressed like a boy Pilgrim, complete with the tall black hat and a
toy popgun.  She was adorable in her puffed out pants and buckle shoes. 
There was something strangely erotic about this beautiful young woman
wearing these old fashioned men's clothes.

   Now I was stripped down to my underwear, which made me very embarrassed
because my other friends were all covered up.  Carrie handed me a doeskin
loincloth and I quickly tied it on at my waist.  The brown tasseled hem
barely reached past the crotch of my panties.  And I was pretty sure I was
showing too much hip and leg.  But before I could say anything, Alicia was
behind me unhooking my bra!

   "Hey!" I cried, startled and embarrassed.

   Christa held up the matching doeskin top and explained, "Really Erica,
the Indians weren't running around in those lacy things back then!  This is
much more authentic."

   Submissively, I dropped my arms and allowed Alicia to come around so she
could pull my bra off my body.  I closed my eyes knowing that my breasts
were feeling quite perky today, and -- oh!  I could sense my nipples
sticking out, almost wiggling.

   "Here, you better put this on," Christa's infectious giggle caused me to
open my eyes again.

   Before I could be further humiliated, I grabbed the top and hurried to
get it in place.  It kind of tied on like a bikini, with durable strings
that fastened at the back of my neck.  There were tassels that hung down in
front, but my tummy was left quite bare.  I had to admit, the feel of the
soft material on my skin felt really nice.  Adjusting the top to make sure
I was covered, I then walked over and slipped my feet into a pair of boots.


   "I figured these might go with this outfit," I said shyly to the other
girls looking at me.

   Carrie folded her arms in disapproval.  "This isn't Cowboys and Indians,
Erica!  And Indians didn't wear cowboy boots!"

   "Native Americans --" I started to remind her.

   "Just take them off," my friend insisted.  "You'll have to go barefoot,
like a good little Indian princess."

   I clutched my hands to my chest, looking around with wide eyes.  The
girls said nothing, waiting for me to continue.  So I obediently lifted my
legs, though reluctantly stepping out of the boots.  I watched as Alicia
gathered all my things to be taken back to the classroom.  Arching up on my
toes, I was starting to feel a little nervous.

   "Something is still not quite right," Carrie declared, eyeing me
critically.

   Christa then opened up her bag and found what was missing.  She pulled
out a simple headdress.  Really it was just a band, and had a single soft
feather sticking up in the back.  The detailed-orientated Art student
walked over to my side and placed the final part of the costume on my head.
I had to reach up myself, checking that the band was secure around my hair,
and I could feel it was a snug fit.

   At that moment, with my hands positioned on top of my head, Carrie
stepped in front of me so she could stick her fingers under my loincloth.

   "Wh- what --" I gasped, startled.

   In one quick motion, Carrie yanked my panties down my legs completely!
Christa and Alicia were on either side of me, holding me steady.  This
allowed the strawberry-blonde to take one foot in her hand as she slipped
the fabric free and then removed them from my other foot.  She stood up,
twirling the material around her finger.

   "There," she said triumphantly.  "Now you look perfect, Erica!"

   My hands darted down from the feather, to the doeskin cloth, which was
the only thing covering my bare crotch.  "How --"

   "She's even talking like an Indian," Alica giggled.

   I turned to look at my friend in surprise.  "Seriously!  I cannot go out
into the school like this!  I'm barefoot, and -- I'm hardly wearing
anything at all --"

   Christa did a slow walk around me.  I could tell she was actually
considering going ahead with this!  When they told me I would be dressed in
a Native American costume, I never thought it would be an outfit so risky!
And to be paraded around in front of a class of Junior high school
students, like this.

   "No, no, it's not that bad," Christa said, apparently warming up to the
idea.  "This is much closer to an authentic representation, Erica."

   Speechless for a moment, I could only reply, "But -- my underwear!"

   Carrie grabbed her gun and took me by the wrist with her other hand. 
"Don't worry so much.  Let's go!"

   Alicia in her pilgrim woman outfit moved ahead to open the door.  With
Christa behind me, I was dragged out of the restroom and into the school
hallway.  There were some students about, and they watched us with great
interest.  They pointed and laughed, but more so in a spirit of fun and
enjoying the holiday.  No one seemed to think I was inappropriately
dressed. My little bare feet slapped over the floor as we marched toward
the seventh grade classroom.  Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

   Then, Carrie leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "God, you look
sexy!"

   That made my face blush bright red, and I could feel my nipples poking
beneath the doeskin top.  I suddenly felt very self-conscious again, but
now it was too late.  The teacher greeted us at the door and invited us
inside.

   "Don't you ladies look wonderful!" she said with great enthusiasm. 
"What splendid costumes!  Good job, Christa.  Now I will leave the students
in your care until I return later this afternoon."

   The classroom had been festively decorated for Thanksgiving.  In
addition to the autumn colors, there were harvest scenes and Indian tribal
colors.  The desks were pushed together to make a large banquet table,
around which all the students were seated.  They were all prepared for a
sumptuous feast.

   I kind of stood shyly off to the side, while Christa talked to the boys
and girls about the importance of this day of remembrance.  She told them
about how grateful the Pilgrims were to have the assistance of the Native
Americans to get them through that first rough year in the New World.  It
was at that point, she signaled me to bring out the first platter of food,
just like we had rehearsed.

   Of course, when we were going through her lesson plan, I had been fully
dressed.  Now I was scantily clad in a loincloth and basically a bikini
top. I looked at Christa and silently shook my head.  She in return, shot
me a glance so fierce, that I really had no choice but to follow her
instructions.  So I started to walk to the table on the side where all the
food was prepared.

   Moving slowly, so as not to reveal too much, I felt like all eyes were
upon me.  While my friends were dressed in baggy, conservative clothes, I
had much of my slender twenty-year-old body on display.  I imagined the
students enjoyed the stark contrast, the show of my bare tummy as well as
my arms and legs and feet.  Trying not to make eye contact, I reached the
table and picked up a tray of sliced turkey meat.

   Christa went on to explain how the Native Americans showed the Pilgrims
the best places to hunt, in order to make their provisions most bountiful.
She was really doing a great job, and Carrie was hamming it up with the toy
popgun.  Finally, I placed the platter on the center of the stable and
stepped back toward the front of the classroom.

   All the students looked at me and thanked me, as if they were real
Pilgrim boys and girls.  That actually made me smile, and created a warm
feeling in my tummy.  That is until, one boy in the back of the room.

   "She doesn't look like a real Indian," he stated.

   I thought that was a bit obnoxious, since of course we were only
pretending.  It's not like I ever claimed such heritage.  For that matter,
my friends were not real Pilgrims, and Carrie was certainly not a man!  But
that did not seem to bother the other students who were now mumbling in
agreement.  Somehow, it was only me who they decided, did not fit the part.


   I figured it was probably because of my fair complexion.  These students
were probably used to reading their history books and seeing pictures of
Native Americans with more brown or reddish skin.  And my hair was soft
brown, coming down to my bare shoulders, instead of long, black and
braided. But seriously, what were they expecting?

   Carrie was crouched down between a couple of girls, who were sharing
some reading material.  Evidently, it contained pictures of the Mayflower,
and the Pilgrims being greeted by the Natives.  Another boy found a book
about the various tribal people and showed this to Carrie as well.

   "I see what you mean," my friend said.

   The young woman dressed as a Pilgrim stood up and walked back toward the
front of the room, moving behind me.  I felt her hand on my shoulders and I
froze.

   "It seems the boys and girls are used to seeing Indians bare-chested --"
Carrie giggled.

   Before I could react, or say or do anything, the girl had her fingers on
the leather tie string.  It came undone quickly, and then Carrie reached up
to unravel the tie behind my neck.  Sweeping her hand in front of me, she
pulled the doeskin top completely off.

   And just like that, I found myself standing before thirty students with
my small tits sticking out!  In fact, I was up here in front of everybody
only in a loincloth!  Alicia and Christa looked shocked at first, but then
broke out in laughter as the seventh graders cheered their approval.

   Carrie held the material over her head for everyone to see.  She then
went on to explain how the Native Americans taught the Pilgrims to use
animal skins to make all sorts of helpful and wonderful things.  I'm sure
she was making this up as she went along.  I watched as she gave my top
away to one of the girls, who delighted in the soft pliable leather. 
Rubbing my bare toes behind my other leg, I lifted my hands to hide my
elongated nipples.

   But Christa was soon at my side, moving my arms out of the way.  "Erica
is a shy little Indian!"

   "We can't be doing this!" I hissed, my eyes darting around the room.

   The college Art student only rubbed my arm affectionately saying, "Just
play it off as being natural.  It certainly is more realistic.  And since
the teacher isn't here, I guess I'm in charge -- and I say it's OK! 
Besides, female Native Americans weren't self-conscious about their
chests."

   "Well I am!" I sputtered, feeling my whole body blush.

   The girls then left me, so they could attend to the rest of the feast.
For a moment, I just stood there, trying hard not to cover my breasts
because that would draw attention to my embarrassment.  I felt like I was
standing up in front of the class in just my panties.  But as I slowly
started to move and walk on my bare tiptoes around the corner of the room,
I realized it was much worse.

   I was now even more sensitive to the soft flaps of the loincloth
bouncing over my pussy and my bottom.  There was nothing covering my sides,
only the twined strings across my hips like a bikini.  I was sure that if
any of the seventh-graders got too curious, they might easily peek beneath
the single item of clothing that I was wearing.  Not to mention my exposed
nipples, which were so erect!

   Rubbing my arm just above my elbow, I used my other hand to reach down
and make sure that the front loincloth stayed in place.  I had made it to
the table where we had set up refreshments and other desserts.  Here, I
hoped I could remain mostly out of the way, and let Christa, Alicia, and
Carrie take care of the rest.

   But attending to all thirty students, the girls had their hands full. 
Suddenly, one of the boys seated at the side of the table closer to me, was
asking for more grape juice.  I looked around, then realizing that he
expected me to refill his cup.  Nervously, I picked up the pitcher and
walked over to his chair.  This was as near as I had been to any of the
students.

   He held his drinking glass firmly on the table, and I had to bend over
so I could pour the juice without spilling any.  Straightening myself
again, I thought that wasn't so bad.  And then his friend on the other side
of me, gulped down his drink, asking me to fill it back up.  With a sigh, I
turned and bent down and proceeded to pour the juice out of the pitcher.

   Behind me, I felt a little tug on the loincloth.  I looked over my
shoulder, to see the young man inspecting the material.

   "Please," I said quietly, "Please don't play with that --"

   The boys giggled, which made me blush.  But he did let go and I was free
to return to the food and refreshments station.  Now I watched as they
continued to turn around and laugh.  I decided I had better move to another
part of the room.  So with my little tits sticking out, I stepped lightly
toward the back of the classroom and walked around the table.  A couple of
girls stopped me, and one of them told me that I was pretty.

   "Thank you," I said shyly, reaching up a hand to tease the ends of my
hair.

   Noticing the books that were open on the table before them, I recognized
these girls as the ones Carrie had been chatting with.  Her friend had the
doeskin top that my friend had given away!  She had the soft leather
stretched out and was stroking it like she might a furry pet.

   The girl looked up at me and said, "This is so nice.  Did it come as
part of a set?"

   "I think so," the other seventh grade girl said, lifting up my front
loincloth.

   "Um, please be careful," I told them, trying not to point out that I had
nothing on underneath.

   "I wish I could have been an Indian," the first girl said, holding up
the top to her own budding chest.

   Her friend rubbed the front of my loincloth and asked excitedly, "Oh! 
Can we try this on as well?"

   "Girls, no!" I started, feeling very flustered and embarrassed.  "I'm
sorry --"

   "But why not?" they both whined in unison.

   I squatted down between the two of them, and drew them close.  My voice
was barely above a whisper as I explained the loincloth was the only piece
of clothing I was wearing.  I didn't want anyone else to hear.

   Then one of the girls stood up and offered me her seat.  "You must be
tired from standing, especially since you aren't wearing shoes!"

   Well, I had to admit it would be nice to sit down even just for a
minute. I slid over onto the chair, and carefully crossed my legs. 
Reaching my hand lower, I rubbed my heel and bare toes.  It felt sort of
strange sitting at the table like this, surrounded by the other Junior high
school students.  Many of them were as tall as me, so I practically fit in.


   "Now we can have a closer look at this one," the girl said, quickly
untying the straps at my hip.

   I was alarmed, but afraid to jump out of the seat.  "No!  You can't --
I'll be completely naked --"

   "You still have your Indian headdress," the other young lady pointed
out, gently patting the feather that stuck up behind my head.

   Self-consciously, I lifted my hands to touch the leather band around my
hair and forehead, making sure it was secure in place.  In that moment, the
other student finished the knot and was able to whip the loincloth right
off me!  Stunned, I sat there -- nude at the table!

   The girl held the material against the front of her pants and twisted
around to show her friend.  "You know, we read that the Native Americans
helped teach the Pilgrims how to dress warmly for the winter."

   The girls continued to giggle and chat.  Amazingly, I felt myself
getting turned on!  Well how could I not, being unclothed in a junior high
classroom surrounded by dozens of young people.  It was my worst nightmare,
and the humiliation only began to increase my arousal.

   At that moment, the door opened, as the teacher returned to check on how
things were going.

   "Hide me!" I squeaked.

   "No, just stay where you are," the girl standing up advised, while
rubbing my bare shoulders.  "I bet she won't even notice."

   Her friend sitting next to me reached over and squeezed my thigh. 
"Pretty cool, huh?"

   I watched as the teacher walked over to Christa on the other side of the
room.  She said that everything looked wonderful, and the students nearby
nodded in agreement.  Luckily, I was all the way in the back, and did my
best blend in.  I wished I could turn invisible.

   "And where is your friend who was dressed as an adorable little Indian?"
the teacher asked.

   Alicia moved in to take the woman by the arm and answered, "Oh, Erica
has been very helpful.  She has been spending extra time with the boys and
girls to make sure they understand the true spirit of cooperation between
the Native tribal people and the first settlers."

   Hearing that statement made me blush, and I wondered if my friends had
known about my predicament.  It seemed odd that they had left me on my own
for so long.  But I saw now that Alicia's explanation had satisfied the
teacher, as she started to depart from the classroom.

   Pulling the white tablecloth over my lap, I kept my legs crossed and
began to bob my foot up and down.  By squeezing my thighs together and
contracting my vaginal muscles, I was able to create a rather nice
sensation.  I was starting to feel really good, in a bad way.

   Suddenly, a boy slid his chair next to me.  "Hey, what's your Indian
name?"

   "Wha -- What?" I stammered.  "I don't understand --"

   "Come on," he insisted, "the Natives had tribal names, like Pocahontas,
right?  Are you still wearing your costume?"

   The news must have spread around this side of the table.  His questions
had me flustered.  I turned my head, and saw the girls waving my doeskin
top and the loincloth.

   One of them spoke, "She was showing how the Indians cared for the
Pilgrims by giving us her clothes."

   The boy grinned.  "Yeah?  Then I guess your Indian name can be Running
Bear.  Although you better make that, B-A-R-E!  So how about you run over
and get me more juice."

   "Oh!" I gasped as the students around me giggled and teased.  "But --
but --"

   All of a sudden, it was like I was back in high school.  The way things
would get out of control, events leading me to do things I never thought I
would do.  I could see the eager, curious look in their eyes and I knew
these students wanted to see me naked.  It made me feel so excited, and
guilty at the same time!  I found myself placing my feet on the floor and
pushing back the chair.

   Then I slowly stood up, arms at my sides.  They looked at me, at my full
frontal nudity, completely bare from head to toe.  Everyone was looking at
me!

   Realizing that I could not remain in the classroom like this, I spun
around and started to walk quickly around the side of the room.  This
allowed more people watching my pointy nipples quiver and my tight bottom
bouncing.  Only when I reached the front of the classroom did I shyly cup a
hand over my pussy and hide my breasts.

   "Erica, what happened to the rest of your outfit?" Carrie laughed.

   Confused, as it did not seem I had much to begin with, I asked, "Rest?"

   "You still have your Indian feather," the strawberry-blonde pointed with
her chin.

   Like playing a game of "Simon Says", I felt compelled to lift my hands
up to touch the feather attached to the headband.  I lifted both my hands,
leaving them in that position.  In this way, I stood totally naked before
the class -- my shaved pussy lips parted, and I could feel my clit becoming
erect.  Closing my eyes, I shuddered.

   "Carrie," I whispered.  "I need to go -- I'm very horny, and I can't
stay here!"

   When my friend's heavy sleeve brushed past my elbow, I had to open my
eyes again.  She was headed for the classroom door, where she opened it up
and took a peek outside into the hallway.  Then she pointed to two boys
along the side of the table, the two who had been pestering me earlier.

   "You and you," Carrie said with authority.  "Come up here."

   The young gentlemen were all too happy to oblige.  Alicia and Christa
moved over as well, standing in front of me to shield my body from the rest
of the class.

   "What's going on here?" my two friends dressed as Puritan women both
asked.

   Carrie had her toy popgun and pointed it at me.  "It seems Erica has
been a naughty little Indian, and must be cast out of the tribe.  Boys, do
you think we could chase her all the way to the playground?"

   My eyes went wide in shock.

   One of the seventh-graders rubbed his shirt across his nosed then
answered, "Yeah, I guess.  What happens if we catch her?"

   "Well, let's give her a head start --" the twenty-year-old blonde who
was herself dressed up like a Pilgrim smiled so mischievously, it made my
erect nipples stand straight up!

   Then, just like that, she fired her toy gun, which made a loud pop and
sent a cork connected by a string in my direction.  It hit me in the tummy
and made me jump, the whole class erupting in laughter.  Suddenly, the mood
had changed from a Thanksgiving feast, to more like a Salem witch hunt! 
Taking my cue, I dashed out of the classroom, fully naked into the school
hallway.

   Oh my gosh!  I thought to myself, strangely remembering to adjust the
Indian feather and headband.  Out here it was quieter, but the stillness of
the corridor made me very aware of my nudity.  A little further down I
crept, until I could hear the muffled sounds coming from other classrooms.
What if a teacher walked out of her room!  I quickly clasped both hands
over my pussy and spun around.

   Desperately, I thought I should head for the girls bathroom.  Maybe my
clothes were still there.  I honestly don't remember if Alicia had taken
them with her.  I looked over my shoulder, then jogged through the hallway,
my bare bottom bouncing playfully.  If only I wasn't in some junior high
school -- this was so humiliating!

   And then I heard voices coming from around the corner.  Carrie, maybe?
But instead it was an older woman's voice and another lady.  It might be a
school administrator -- and a class mother!  I was horrified at the thought
of being caught running around without any clothes on.  So I considered my
options in a panic.  The boys had said I could run out onto the playground.
Maybe that was a good idea, and I should leave the school building.

   The voices grew closer as my bare feet slapped over the tiles.  I had to
think quick -- which way was the exit?  I paused after I passed by some
festive holiday decorated bulletin boards.  My nipples and pussy quivered,
my whole body seemed to tingle.

   "Oh --" I moaned, as I scanned the hallway to make sure the coast was
clear.

   Before I knew it, I was streaking past the main office.  Hopefully any
secretaries would be too preoccupied to watch me running through the
hallway.  I glanced again over my bare shoulder, to see that no one was
following me.  But then I looked straight ahead, only to nearly stumble
into a student who was dressed for hall monitor duties.

   The boy was wearing a bright orange sash that was slung over his
shoulder and fastened at the hip.  His eyes were wide as he raised a hand,
effectively stopping me in my tracks.  I stood with my arms dangling at my
sides, eyeing the hall monitor sash longingly.  It would have fit nicely
over my slim body, effectively shielding one breast and maybe hang low
enough to cover my crotch.

   "Um," the junior high school boy stammered.

   "Ah --" I started to explain, "Is this the way out of the school?"

   The boy looked me over from head to toe and then asked, "Do you have a
hall pass?"

   "Look!" I answered, feeling incredibly flustered, "I'm completely naked!
I don't have anything on me --"

   "Oh, but you're dressed like an Indian," the hall monitor observed.

   His mention of my minimal costume caused me to lift my hands again
self-consciously to the headband.  My tits stuck out a little further, or I
should say, my elongated nipples.  Then I turned around, afraid that
someone would be coming around the corner at any moment.  This gave the boy
a nice view of my feather from behind, if that's what he was looking at.

   "Yes, I was helping out at the seventh grade Thanksgiving feast, and I
lost the rest of my costume in an accident," I confessed.

   Cupping my hands over my shaved pubic mound, I glanced over my shoulder
at the boy.  I told him that I needed to leave because I was so embarrassed
about what had happened.  He seemed to genuinely feel sorry for me. 
Holding out his arm, he pointed the way to the exit.

   "Thank you," I said shyly.  "And please don't tell anyone you saw me
like -- this." As I crossed my arms in front of my bare body, I proceeded
to jog down the length of the hallway until I reached the exit.  The whole
time, my cute little ass wiggled and bounced, making me feel very horny.  I
couldn't wait to be alone.  Pushing the door open, I checked to see that no
one was immediately outside the school building.  I turned my head to look
back down the corridor, where the hall monitor was watching me.  Very
slowly, I stuck my slender leg outside and wiggled my toes.  Then I pulled
the rest of myself through, walking outside totally naked!

   I shivered a bit, but more out of excitement than because I was cold. 
Actually, I was rather warm, and the fresh air felt nice on my skin. 
Slipping a finger inside my pussy, I found I was quite hot!  Right there, I
started masturbating, on the steps of the junior high school.

   "There she is!" someone shouted.

   Opening my eyes halfway, I saw three people coming straight at me.  It
was Carrie, I realized, and the two boys from Christa's classroom.  Oh, why
now!  I looked down, and saw that I still had a finger between my soft,
silky, pink folds of skin.  This, I removed, and stood with my arms at my
sides for a second feeling ashamed and blushing.

   It's like they knew I would emerge out of this doorway.  As surely as my
clitoris emerged out of its hood, fully erect for all to see.  So I placed
a palm in front of my pussy and swung my other arm out as I started to run
off to the side.

   "Don't let her get away!" Carrie called out.

   Get away?  Where could I possibly go?  We were still on school property,
and that thought frightened me and thrilled me at the same time.  I ran
barefoot across the parking lot, spotting the playground over by the grass
and some trees.  It looked like there were a number of places to hide, as
long as the kids didn't come out for recess.  Well, I could hide from
anyone leaving the building, but Carrie and the boys saw exactly where I
was going.

   Halfway toward the edge of the asphalt pavement, the boys caught up with
me.  Nude, I had stepped daintily on my tiptoes, aware of my delicate pink
parts on display in broad daylight.  But the boys in their sneakers had no
trouble closing the distance.  They came up beside me and took me by the
wrists, one on each side.  In this way, they deliberately walked me over to
the swing sets.

   Here they made me sit while we waited for Carrie to join us.  The black
rubber seat felt nice on my bottom.  I crossed my legs, keeping my toes
raised off the ground, and covered my small tits with my hands.  The young
woman who was dressed as a pilgrim approached the three of us and stood in
front of me.

   "Well, boys, what have you found?" she asked, smiling.

   One of the young men behind me said, "We caught a wild Indian!"

   "Native American," I squeaked, and started bobbing my foot up and down.

   Carrie bent down and took both my feet in her hands.  Gently, she
separated them, spreading my legs wide apart.  I was revealing a lot, but I
knew she wanted me to stay in that position.

   The strawberry-blonde young woman looked over at the seventh graders. 
"And what do we do with a captured Native?"

   The boys thought for a moment before one of them said, "I was watching
some old movies, with Cowboys and Indians -- sometimes they would scalp
them."

   "Well, as you can see," my friend pointed directly at my bald crotch,
"this little Indian doesn't have much hair on her body.  But let's tie her
up!"

   I almost jumped out of the swing, shocked by her suggestion.  But Carrie
was standing in front of me, and my legs were opened invitingly, making me
aroused and ashamed at the same time.  The boys on either side of me
grabbed my arms, pulling them away from my body.  At once, my perky breasts
were exposed and Carrie leaned forward to flick my nipples.

   "Oh --" I moaned.

   Taking my arms, the two young men brought them to the chain links that
hung from above, supporting the swing seat.  They then began to wind some
sort of rope around my wrists, tying me to the chains.  I squirmed and
kicked my bare feet up and down, but it was no good.

   "It was a good idea to grab these jump ropes," one of them said.

   In protest I cried, "Do you treat the other girls in your class like
this!"

   Actually, the thought of being a girl back in junior high school and
getting stripped stark naked on the playground by my classmates was very
exciting.  In a sense, these boys were fulfilling a fantasy of mine, and I
felt an orgasm building.  I struggled against the ropes and chains one more
time, and then planted my heels in the ground.

   The three Pilgrims now stood in front of me, seeing every inch of my
unclothed body.

   "I guess you can take her feather as a trophy," Carrie offered.

   One boy ran behind me, the other move forward, practically climbing on
top of me.  Together they reached for the Native American headband, lifting
it off my hair.  I whimpered, completely nude and helpless.  In fact, now
that they had the feather, I felt like they had removed everything I was
wearing -- stripped entirely!

   I bucked my hips once, as a pearl drop of cum formed just below my pink
clitoris.

   "OK, boys, you can go back to class now and show the others how you
dealt with the Indian," Carrie instructed.

   "Cool!" they both shouted, and with the headband and feather in hand,
then ran back to the school building.

   A little dazed, I shook out my shoulder-length brown hair.  I tried to
stand up, but I was tied to the swing.  My pussy quivered and twitched as
Carrie took a step closer to me, lowering her popgun.

   "Carrie, why did you do this to me?" I asked breathlessly.  "I am so
close -- this is so humiliating!"

   In reply, my friend pulled the trigger, ejecting the toy cork on a
string.  Although it did not hit me, the sound made my body jump and spasm.
Carrie grinned and took the cork between her thumb and forefinger.  She
lifted it to her mouth first, sucking on it and getting it nice and wet. 
Then she lowered her hand so she could rub the cork next to my pussy lips.

   "And what would you be most thankful for, Erica?" the strawberry-blonde
asked in a sultry voice.

   I was now beginning to experience convulsions as my toes curled and I
clenched my fists.  "Please -- please make me cum!"

   Carrie put the toy gun down, and then removed her tall pilgrim hat.  She
unloosed the tie and shook out her mane of red and golden hair.  She looked
beautiful.

   "Now it's time for me to enjoy a holiday feast," the girl giggled.

   Placing her hands on my thighs, she crouched down and brought her head
between my legs.

   HAPPY THANKSGIVING!



   35  -" Erica -(TM)s Paint Job

   My stepbrother Robert and I were going to be spending some time
together, as we agreed to help paint inside my grandmother's house.  She
lived at a stately old home on a large property, that hadn't been fixed up
for a while.  The house itself was a Victorian, so it was at least a
hundred years or older.

   I should clarify that Robert, again, is my stepbrother and the son of my
father from a previous marriage.  It was my father's mother that we were
helping, so I guess that would make her my step-grandmother as well.  I
never got to see her much, and didn't really know her.  For that matter,
she was off vacationing in Europe and we wouldn't even be meeting this
time. Robert and I would have the whole house and property to us.

   My brother was a couple of years older than me, and in fact he was just
out of college.  We rarely had a chance to hang out together, since high
school it seemed.  I was always running around with my friends and he had
his own social circles.  Now the two of us could catch up a little.  That
was good, I guess.  But I suddenly started feeling nervous once we were in
his car and heading off for his grandmother's house.

   She lived about two hours away, which meant this could be a long awkward
drive.  I was dressed in white overalls with a cute pink shirt underneath.
The pants came down to just above my calves, leaving my lower legs bare.  I
had sneakers on, but wasn't wearing any socks.  Remembering how I looked in
the mirror that morning, I thought it was a pretty cute ensemble.  Now I
shifted my gaze to Robert as we drove in silence, and then stared straight
ahead again.  I was wondering if he thought I looked cute.

   My stray thoughts wandered, as I recollected that he had already seen me
naked twice.  Not something simple like a quick flash pulling on a top or
changing out of a swimsuit; but he had seen me completely, totally nude
from head to toe and under very embarrassing circumstances.  Both times had
been in my senior year of high school.  Once when I had just turned
eighteen, and again right after graduation.  Both times, after Robert had
seen me without any clothes on, I had run to my room and masturbated.  I
had secretly fantasized about him watching me.

   My mind and emotions were getting all confused now.  I don't know if my
body had developed much since then.  I had always been slim, and smooth. 
Smooth as in, not a hair on my body beneath my eyebrows.  My breasts were
small and perky sometimes, with long nipples when I was excited.  And I had
an adorable little bottom, or so some friends had told me.  But the burning
question inside me was -- would Robert be curious about what I looked like
now, two years later?  I shifted uncomfortably in the passenger seat next
to him.

   "Hey, Erica, what's wrong?" he turned his head and asked.

   I crossed my legs and fussed and sighed, before stammering, "Nothing!"

   "All right, kiddo," he replied, using his affectionate nickname for me.
"Just put on some music.  We will be there in no time."

   And so we turned on the radio for some background distraction.  At least
he let me pick the station.  This helped me relax a bit.  Soon I was able
to take my thoughts off those embarrassing moments of the past.  I could
look forward to working with him and just having fun, while helping our
grandmother.

   We approached the property from a quietly meandering road.  There really
was a lot of privacy out here.  The closest neighbor on either side could
not be seen from the house.  Robert drove up the long driveway and parked
the car.  As we both got out, I walked around to the back so I could take
some of the paint cans.

   "I already brought over some of the other supplies we need," he
explained.

   Nodding my head, I had the handle of one can in my grip, while Robert
carried two.  From the size of the house, I figured we were going to need a
lot more.  Then for some reason, an unrelated memory from my high school
days came back to me.  Walking next to my stepbrother, I blushed and
lowered my eyes.

   Robert caught my sudden shyness and grinned, "What?"

   "Well --" I started slowly, bouncing the can of paint against my thigh
as we climbed toward the house.  "I was just thinking -- remembering --
there was a time I was naked in the high school auditorium."

   Shaking his head with a laugh, Robert said, "Yeah, I know.  Graduation.
I was there, remember?"

   Actually, I was shocked to find myself sharing this even as I continued,
"No -- I'm not talking about that event.  There was another time --"

   "Another?" now it was his turn to act shocked.

   I bit my lip as the two of us approached the front door.  "Once, when I
was maybe sixteen, we all got called down to the auditorium for an
assembly. It was like the entire sophomore class.  My friends Alicia,
Carrie -- and Lisa were there."

   "And what happened?" Robert asked, holding the door open to let me
through.

   "They started teasing me," I told him truthfully, "and they got me in
trouble.  The teacher, Mrs.  Green, I think --"

   My stepbrother chuckled, "Yeah, I remember her.  Go on, kiddo."

   "Well, she scolded me, and told me to sit still.  I was so embarrassed.
But she told me to sit absolutely still, and not to make any noise.  The
girls took advantage of the situation, and with the lights down, started to
undress me!"

   Robert ushered me into a spacious room, where all the furniture had been
moved out.  He put down the two heavy paint cans, and I did the same.  I
noticed that there were white sheets laid out over the hardwood floor in
preparation.  There were more cans of paint against a wall, as well as the
brushes.  It looked like we would be all set to begin.  I wondered if I
should drop the subject.

   "So, then what," Robert finally asked.  "I mean, they just were messing
with you and unbuttoned your shirt or something?"

   Strolling around the room, I saw there would be a lot of space to work
in.  Two doorways on opposite sides led deeper into the house.  And I think
around the corner, I spotted a large spiral staircase.  I paused, and
glanced over my shoulder.

   "No, no -- they started by taking off my shoes," I told him.  "But I
couldn't do anything about it.  So then they peeled off my socks --"

   At this point, I crossed my legs, and stepped one foot on top of the
other.  Pushing down, I was able to pop my heel out of the sneaker. 
Slowly, I lifted my foot out completely, and then kicked off my other
sneaker.  I twirled around, standing up on my bare tiptoes to face Robert.

   "So you were barefoot, Erica," his gazed lowered to look at my pretty
feet.  "Just like you are now --"

   I nodded my head and replied, "But the girls didn't stop!  They took off
my skirt next, and then my blouse -- leaving me sitting in the auditorium
in just my underwear!"

   My last words came a little breathless, and I could feel my heart
beating faster.  Oh my God, did he expect me to provide a demonstration
right here, as part of telling the story?  I didn't think I could go that
far.  Undress right now in front of Robert?  I mean, I kind of wanted to,
but I couldn't.  I realized I had better finish this up before things got
out of hand.

   Waving my hand dismissively, I continued, "Yeah, well -- the girls made
me take off my panties, and Alicia who was sitting behind me, unclasped my
bra.  Once they pulled it off, there I was -- sitting buck naked in the
auditorium surrounded by a hundred students.  Pretty stupid, huh?"

   Robert was quiet for a moment before he smiled, "It must have been
pretty wild.  Your friends are crazy --"

   I lowered my eyes bashfully, clutching my hands behind my back.  What I
didn't tell him was that after I was nude, I had played with myself and had
an orgasm.  But I think he knew I was embarrassed about the episode. 
Although I'm sure he sensed there was more that I was not telling.  Oh God,
now I was making myself horny!

   "Um, I guess we should stop wasting time," I mumbled and pointed my chin
at the paint cans.

   The young man in his mid-twenties shook his head and laughed, as if my
little story had been a mere diversion to keep us from doing any work.  He
moved past me and found one set of cans.  Popping the lids, Robert began
the mix the colors together until they were a creamy butterscotch.  I
watched as he stirred the paint, almost mesmerized by the smooth languid
circles.

   "All right, kiddo," he said handing me a brush.  "Start over on that
side, but don't paint too close to the door."

   I said that I understood, and then with brush in hand, skipped barefoot
across the room.  It wasn't until after I started, that I noticed Robert
had picked out a wall on the opposite side to begin with.  He was keeping
some distance between us.  I turned to face him and pouted, then stuck my
tongue out at him like a brat.

   It was probably good that we didn't work too close together, so I could
keep my mind on my work.  On the one hand, I was a little annoyed as if he
didn't appreciate my company.  Then I thought how humiliating it would be
if he knew my secret thoughts.  But finally, as I continued to paint my
side of the room, I was feeling more and more playful.

   After about an hour, we had made some good progress.  I had reached the
edge of the open doorway, leaving a half a foot of space as I was
instructed.  In this way, I was able to put down my brush and touch my
fingers to the unpainted wall as I leaned forward into the next room.

   "Hey, Robert --" I called out.  "Where do these stairs lead?"

   The young man, busy working, looked over at my slender form hovering in
the doorway.  "Where do you think they lead?  Upstairs!  There are some old
rooms up there, but they are unused.  Grandmother can't be bothered to
climb stairs anymore."

   "Oh," I answered softly.  "OK -- do you think it's all right if I have a
look?"

   Now Robert put down his paintbrush.  "Come on, Erica, stop fooling
around.  There's nothing up there -- just old, empty dusty rooms!"

   "Then I won't be but a moment!" I giggled and ran through the doorway.

   As my feet slapped over the wooden floors, I reached the staircase and
paused.  Would he follow me, I wondered.  After waiting a moment, I lifted
my leg and began to climb the winding steps.  They took me high onto the
second floor, and Robert was right.  It was pretty empty and quiet up here.
There was hardly any furniture at all.  Just an odd end table shoved
against the wall, and the occasional old-fashioned lamp, which I could
trace my fingers around.

   Walking more slowly, I stayed close to the balcony.  This house must
contain so many memories, I thought.  Maybe I could make a few memories of
my own today.  My hand absently played with the buckle on my overalls, even
unfastening it.  This allowed me to swing the strap lightly as I paced the
deserted hallway.

   I had the sudden idea to strip naked, and then walk back into the room
downstairs.  I would act all innocent, and see if Robert noticed.  That
made me giggle to myself.  Of course he would notice!  He would see my
small perky tits and erect nipples, as well as my completely shaved pussy
--

   "Oh my God, what am I doing?" I said as I shook my head.  "This is
nonsense!"

   Banishing these thoughts, I proceeded to turn around, preparing to
stroll back down the staircase.  Getting naked in front of Robert might
have been a fantasy of mine, but it didn't mean I would act on it.  My hand
came to rest on the ornate handrail at the top step.

   Then I was struck by an alternative thought.  Perhaps it was a bit much
for me to go bare-assed nude in front of the young man, but maybe I could
try the next best thing.  I hurried back to the side and peered over the
balcony.  No sign of Robert come looking for me.  I then quickly unsnapped
the other button of my white overalls, and let the top half fall to my
waist.

   Since I wasn't wearing any shoes, it was easy for me to let the pants
drop the rest of the way down my legs, and just walk out of them.  With my
overalls lying crumpled on the floor, I grabbed the bottom of my pink shirt
and pulled it up, completely over my head.  I wasn't wearing a bra today,
so I was now topless as I let the article of clothing slip to the ground.
Before I could change my mind, I immediately tugged on my panties, lowering
them to my feet, and then stepping out of my underwear.

   For a brief second, I savored my secret nudity.  Robert had no idea I
was standing up here in my bare birthday suit, and the realization was
delicious!  However, I promptly retrieved my overalls and began to pull
them onto my legs.  I gave a little jump when I tugged them up, the seam of
the material making contact with my hairless crotch.  Finally, I brought
the straps over my bare shoulders and fastened the buttons.

   "There!" I breathed in satisfaction.

   Then, before I could change my mind, I bent down to scoop up my panties
and shirt.  I couldn't believe I had been wearing so little today.  And now
I was wearing eve less!  It was as though my body was acting on impulse, as
I dashed down the hallway into a side room.  Across the floor I crept until
I came to a window that faced outside.  Using the two pieces of clothing to
protect my soft hands, I was able to push against the wooden frame and lift
up.

   I poked my head outside, enjoying a clear view of the expansive
property. The sky was bright blue and the fresh air was pleasantly warm. 
And then I tossed my shirt and panties out the window!  They floated on the
breeze as the items were carried gently away from the house and drifted
toward the ground.  I had only a vague idea where they landed.

   So now I was dressed in my white overalls -- and that was it!

   Rubbing my arms a little, I turned around and walked out of the room. 
The straps felt good on my bare shoulders.  Of course, in front, they only
marginally concealed my nipples.  I would have to be very careful how I
walked.  Although, I had a feeling my small tits would be peeking out quite
a bit.  At least the rest of my bare body was decently covered.  Excitedly,
I wondered how long it would take Robert to figure out I hadn't on any
underwear.

   By the time I returned to the upstairs hallway, I was growing slightly
nervous.  I mean, I hoped I didn't push this too far, or let things get out
of hand.  My bare toes found the top step of the winding staircase, and I
slowly made the descent.  About halfway down, I stopped and bit my lower
lip.  Oh God, my nipples were so erect, and my pussy tingled.  He would
know I was horny.  I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, then continued.


   Finally I made it to the ground floor.  Hopefully, Robert wouldn't be
upset that I had disappeared like that.  I figured I would just quietly
return to my paint can and brush, and continue working like nothing was
different.  It was kind of like a game, as long as he didn -(TM)t get too
close.

   As soon as I walked through the open doorway, the young man called out.

   "Oh, there she is!" he said, laughing.

   I took two more steps into the room, and then saw there was another
young gentleman with him.  This guy looked to be about Robert's age.  He
had a painter's cap on his head, turned backward, but I thought I saw tufts
of blonde hair above his ears.  I immediately stopped dead in my tracks and
started blushing.

   Robert waved me over, and then turned to his friend.  "Gus, this is my
little step-sister, Erica --"

   The other twenty-something-year-old guy began walking toward me, with
his hand extended in greeting.  I arched up on my toes, instinctively
trying to appear taller, then glanced anxiously over my shoulder.  Oh, why
had I discarded my other clothes completely out of the house!  I trembled,
fearing my secret would be revealed all too soon.  And then I held out my
hands in protest, before he could get near.

   "Wait!" I cried out.  "I, uh -- you know, been painting and I don't want
to get paint on your hands --"

   He stopped, as I had requested, but then gave me a little wave.  "Hello,
Erica.  I'm Robert's friend, Gus."

   "Nice to meet you," I said, blushing at the young man.

   Robert must have caught this and added, "Erica is kind of shy --
sometimes."

   Gus only smiled warmly and pointed at the open paint cans by the
doorway. "Well, it looks like you got a head start on me.  But pretty soon,
I will be making a mess, too.  Maybe then we can shake hands."

   My nipples were rock hard and my pussy twitched beneath my overalls.

   "Sure," I said softly.

   And then he turned around to join my stepbrother, gathering up supplies.
In this way he walked back across the room, allowing me to breath a sigh of
relief.  Hopefully he would keep his distance by painting over there.  I
don -(TM)t think he had come close enough yet to notice my topless state
under my shoulder straps.

   So finally I turned my back to the boys and prepared to resume the work
I had started earlier.  Picking up a brush, I moved on to the next wall and
began applying the paint in broad strokes.  I tried to keep my mind focused
on the job, but it wasn't easy.

   Behind me, I could hear Robert and Gus talking about the room and how to
get the best coverage, how many coats of paint it would take, stuff like
that.  Their male voices filled my head, reminding me of my femininity, if
that makes any sense.  In other words, I was self-conscious of being the
only girl around these two guys, and it made me feel a little vulnerable.
Perhaps my own body betrayed me as my nipples pointed up, fully erect. 
Occasionally I would graze one with a finger and it made me moan.

   Still, I listened to every word between the young men.  There
conversation drifted to sports and work and other subjects that occupied
their lives.  It was like I had already been forgotten.  Although I suppose
that may have been a good thing.  I didn't want to draw attention to
myself.

   Suddenly, Gus called out across the room, "Hey, Erica, what year in high
school are you?"

   "High school?" I replied in shock, and then turned around to face my
stepbrother and his friend.  "Didn't Robert tell you?  I graduated two
years ago!  I'm in the second year of college!"

   So upset about the accusation of still being in high school, I almost
marched over to slap him in the face.  But I didn't take too many steps
forward because my small breasts started bouncing, and my long nipples
quivered.  Instead, I just glared at Gus.

   "Hey, I'm sorry!" he shrugged his shoulders apologetically.  "I didn't
know -- you look like you could be -- you look young, that's all."

   Next to him, Robert laughed.  "Yeah, Erica's sweet and innocent."

   Oh God!  Why didn't he just tell him that I had no pubic hair!  Well,
not that he knew.  Except the last time my stepbrother had seen me naked,
he saw that I shaved my pussy.  Oh, I was getting myself flustered all over
again.  And I was doubly embarrassed because what Robert said was true. 
Despite everything I had been through, I was still a virgin.  My ears
turned bright red, and I was about to put down my paintbrush and leave the
room.

   "Hey, kiddo, where do you think you're going?" Robert called after me.

   Even though I wanted to be left alone, something in his voice compelled
me to stop.  I had already ditched him once today, so I suppose walking
away would just be irresponsible.  Standing up on my bare toes, I looked
over my shoulder.

   "I have to go out back to the garage and find a ladder," he explained.
"You stay here and keep painting with Gus."

   Now I spun around again, clutching my hands in front of my chest.  "Oh,
but I could go and look for the ladder --"

   Robert shook his head, "It will be pretty big, and I don't think you
could carry it by yourself.  Besides, I don't want you to wander off."

   The last part he said with a wink, before turning to leave the room.  I
heard his footsteps down the hall and eventually leading him out of the
house, the door opening and slamming shut.  Just like that, I was alone
with Gus.  I mean he seemed like a nice guy, although I had only met him
this afternoon.  But if he was one of Robert's friends, I guess it would be
safe.

   In awkward silence, the two of us resumed painting the walls, working on
opposite sides of the room.  Finally Gus spoke up, inviting me to paint
along the section where he and Robert had been.

   "Um, that's OK," I said.  "I'm fine over here."

   But the young man only laughed, "No, seriously, Erica.  You can be
putting a coat on this wall, and as it dries, I'll paint the second coat."

   I had no intention of moving, although my toes curled in excitement. 
Oh, how I wish I had been wearing shoes and socks right now!  I pretended
to ignore him.

   "Or I can just start on the second coat over there," Gus continued. 
"Where you were painting earlier."

   "Suit yourself," I mumbled, trying to sound uninterested.

   I listened as he picked up his paint can and walked over to my side of
the room.  Part of me wished that Robert would hurry back.  Part of me
wished he would take a very long time.  Feeling kind of warm, I cleared my
throat.  I realized I was using my brush on just one spot, over and over
again.

   And then Gus stood behind me, his hand reaching over to gently take my
wrist.  In this way, he guided the paintbrush, making long slow strokes. 
He put his other hand on my waist, easing me down until I was in a crouched
position, as we painted lower to the floor.  Then he pulled me up again.

   "There, that's better," he said softly.  "You see...  the paint is
applied much more evenly."

   "Mmm-hmmm," was all I could answer, somewhat dazed.

   My free hand, the one that wasn't holding the paintbrush, absently
strayed toward the button on my overalls.  My eyes were closed, it's like I
forgot where I was or what I was doing.  In this way, I unbuttoned the left
strap, and let it fall off my shoulder.

   "Well, you certainly came dressed comfortably," I heard Gus chuckle.

   "Huh?" I gasped, my eyes fluttering open.

   I looked down, and saw one bare tit sticking out with a very long
nipple.

   "Oh my God!" I blushed, embarrassed.  "I didn't mean -- it's not like --
I had a shirt on, but --"

   Gus smiled and laughed again.  "It's OK, Erica.  I saw before that you
weren't wearing a shirt beneath those overalls.  Since you have small
breasts, it's really not that noticeable.  I figured you dress like that
quite often..."

   "Small breasts!" I blurted out, angrily and blushing furiously.

   The young man held up his hands in defense, saying, "Well, yeah, they
are kind of on the small side.  But don't get me wrong...  they look nice.
And, um, you have cute feet, too."

   "Oh God," I murmured, closing my eyes.

   My knees felt weak, as my arms hung at my sides.  I almost dropped the
paintbrush.  Desperately curious, I wondered what other parts of my body he
liked.  For a moment, silence returned between us.  I could smell him close
to me.  And then I heard the front door bang open.

   "Hey, Gus!  Give me a hand with this!" I heard my stepbrother Robert
calling out.

   Just as I opened my eyes, I watched his friend turn around and quickly
head out of the room.  I was left standing there, pondering our encounter,
thinking about the possibilities.  My overalls were still being held up by
only one strap, as I did not adjust the other one.  When the boys came
back, hauling the ladder into the room, I only raised a hand to hide my
exposed nipple.  And I thought to myself how Gus must have seen it fully
erect.

   Robert and his buddy struggled to carry the ladder close to the wall on
the side.  Not so much because it was heavy, but the thing looked like it
might fall apart.  The ladder was probably twelve feet tall, and made out
of creaking wood.  Each rung was sanded and polished smooth, cylinder
shaped, almost like rolling pins.  But the edges seemed to be worn, making
me wonder how steady it would be to climb.

   "I don't know, are you sure about this?" Gus was expressing his concern.


   Robert continued evaluating the worth of the ladder, then said, "Well
how else are we going to paint up there by the molding?"

   I watched the two young men debate the issue.  Truthfully, I had no idea
how stable it was, but I did have doubts of my own.  Then the guys turned
to look at me standing in the corner.

   Gus snapped his finger saying, "Erica could do it!  She's light enough,
I bet the ladder would hold her..."

   "What?" Robert and I exclaimed at the same time.

   "No offense, kiddo," My stepbrother assured me and then turned to his
friend, "But Erica is kind of...  accident prone."

   "I am not!" I stamped my bare foot on the floor.  "But I am a little
scared of heights..."

   Gus folded his arms and grinned like a little boy.  He did look good in
his tight T-shirt.  I took a small, hesitant step forward.

   "No way!  It's too dangerous," Robert protested.

   But his friend was eyeing me, drawing me closer.  "What do you say,
Erica?  Think you can do it?"

   I stopped about halfway toward them.  With one hand over my heart, I
could feel it beating faster.  Although the real reason was that I was
hiding an exposed breast.  And now my tummy fluttered, my legs trembled.

   "You want me to go all the way up there?" I started slowly.  "And
paint...  how am I going to do that?"

   Gus inclined his head toward the opposite side of the room, and told
Robert to go get the hook-pole.  When my stepbrother turned in that
direction, I scampered over on my toes until I was in front of Gus.  I then
faced the ladder, placing both hands on the rung that was eye level.  The
overall strap that had been unbuttoned, fell to my side.

   "Now what?" I squeaked.

   What happened next sent a thrill of electricity through my body.  Gus
placed one hand on my bottom, and finding a clean paintbrush, inserted it
bristles down into my back pocket.  I had forgotten these overalls had back
pockets.  They were closed tight, and the young man had to really work the
brush in, as I wiggled my ass.  But once it was in place, the brush was
secure and would not fall out until I pulled it out.  Maybe I was just
horny, but there was something sexual about all of this.

   And then I realized that as he was standing behind me, Gus must have
gotten a good look down my back.  He would have seen that I wasn't wearing
panties...  I think he saw my crack!

   Robert's friend leaned close and spoke into my ear," I think you should
start climbing, Erica."

   Immediately, I raised one bare foot to the bottom rung.  Putting my
weight on it, the ladder did indeed hold.  So then I grabbed the rung above
my head and pulled myself upward.  Just a few feet off the ground, I turned
my head to look over my shoulder, and watched my stepbrother approach with
the long metal pole that had a hook on the end.

   "We will pass up the paint can to you," Gus was explaining.  "You don't
even have to take the can.  Just dip and paint..."

   "All right," I mumbled and continued my ascent.

   As I mentioned, I really was kind of scared of heights.  I don't know
why I was doing this stupid thing.  My hands gripped the rungs more tightly
as I climbed higher, lifting each foot one at a time.  I clutched my body
to the ladder, pressing close as I pulled myself toward the top.

   And as Robert mentioned, I am a bit accident-prone.  Or at least it
seems that way.  You see, the front of my overalls had two buttons, just
beneath my breasts.  The shoulder straps each ended in a thin metal loop
that hooked over these buttons.  Of course, I already had one strap undone,
hanging uselessly at my side.  In fact, each time I climbed higher, my
nipple was rubbing against the rungs, being flicked slowly up and down.  It
felt incredible.  But so occupied was I with this situation, I did not
notice on my right side, a nail that was partially banged into the ladder.

   When I pulled myself up, nearing the top of the ladder, the head of the
nail slipped under the clasp of the shoulder strap.  It snapped the loop
right off the button in one motion, even as I climbed to the next rung. 
The result was that the strap lifted up, and fell behind my arm.  Before I
realized it, both of my little tits were sticking out, and the top half of
my overalls were hanging from my hips.  Add the weight of the wide
paintbrush in my back pocket...  and gravity took effect at once.

   The white overalls started sliding down my smooth slender legs.  I had
no shoes on, or anything else, to catch the fall of the material.  Besides,
I was already midway stepping up to the next rung, as I pulled myself
higher.  I was probably ten feet off the ground.  As I lifted my toes away
from the ladder, the pants dropped completely off one leg.

   Not even dangling for a second.  My other foot reached for the rung I
was standing on, pulling right out of the overalls that now descended to
the floor.  I stood there, quivering, my toes curled around the wooden
rung. My fingers curled on the rung in front of my face.

   Fully naked on the ladder...  my stepbrother and his friend watching me
from below!

   I managed to peek over my shoulder, enough to look past the curve of my
back and supple behind.  The boys were staring up with faces of
astonishment.  I think my whole body started blushing.  And then, Robert
pounced on the overalls that had fallen off me, picking them up in
amazement.

   "Erica, where are your clothes?" he called out.

   Next to him, his friend Gus washed a hand over his mouth and replied,
"Looks like you're holding them."

   But Robert only shook his head.  "Erica, come back down here."

   "No!" I answered in a small voice.

   "Seriously, Erica, you can't stay up there," my stepbrother repeated. 
"Come on and climb down.  We'll hold the ladder steady."

   "But I'm...  nude," I foolishly stated the obvious.  "And...  and... 
you will see me."

   However, the boys just stepped to the ladder, one on each side.  Robert
and Gus took firm hold with both their hands, waiting for me to start my
descent.  I can't believe this had happened, so fast, and like this!  I
took a deep breath.  Slowly I lowered one leg, one very bare leg, aware of
my nudity from my toes all the way to my buttocks.  If climbing up the
ladder with one bare tit sticking out had been incredible...  I couldn't
describe the sensation of climbing down completely naked!  And I couldn't
cover up at all because I still needed both hands to cling tightly to the
rungs.  At least they were only seeing my backside, for the moment.

   As my legs moved and separated, it occurred to me that if they looked
up, they might see more intimate parts.  My pussy lips were puckered out
and moist, offering maybe even a glimpse up my vagina.  The thing was,
because I was still frightened about the height, I was in no hurry to get
back down.  My foot would lower and hover just above the next rung,
allowing a lingering, teasing view of slender form.  Although I was the one
who felt like I was being teased.

   Finally, my toes touched the sheet on the hardwood floor.  I found
myself between the two young men, and staggered backward, cupping both
hands over my pussy.  The way they had discovered my secret lack of
clothing, made me want to die of embarrassment.  Robert folded up the
overalls and slung them over his shoulder, pointing an accusing finger at
me.

   "So where are the rest of your clothes?" he asked again.

   "I don't know!" I answered, and then made the humiliating confession. 
"I threw my shirt and underwear out of an upstairs window..."

   Meanwhile, Gus had found my sneakers and dangled them playfully in front
of me.  I bit my lip, and then gingerly reached out an arm.  Still, I
remembered to keep one hand over my shaved vulva.

   "No, Erica," my stepbrother moved between us.  "You will not get these
back until you find the rest of what you were wearing today.  I suggest you
go outside and start looking for your stuff."

   "Not a single thing?" I gasped, with my eyes wide and innocent.

   Robert glanced at his friend, as if asking if it would be all right with
him.  "Listen, kiddo, I don't care if you spend the rest of the day naked.
This is what you get for playing around."

   I sighed, and turned around slowly, showing the boys my bare butt. 
Hugging my body tight, I looked over my shoulder, pouting.  Then I told my
older stepbrother that I understood.  Sufficiently scolded, I walked out of
the room without a shred of clothing.

   My immediate thought, after the initial shock had worn off, was to go
back to the room upstairs to see if I could find where my clothes had
landed.  Once I was out of view of the boys, I was able to relax my pose,
dropping my arms to my sides.  Now I jogged up the wide staircase, my
little tits bouncing deliciously.  By the time I reached the second floor
balcony, I stopped to notice just how erect my nipples were.

   "Oh..." I moaned, tracing a finger down my stomach and around my
bellybutton.

   Trying to stay focused I padded down the hall and into the empty room in
the corner.  The last time I was here, at least I had on my overalls.  I
crossed the floor and walked all the way to the open window.  Sticking my
head out, the breeze up here felt nice on my face and bare shoulders. 
Scanning the property below, I could not detect any sign of my pink shirt,
or the light wisp of my panties.  I guess I would have to do a ground level
search.

   Returning to the head of the staircase, I paused to consider my options.
Since there was a lot of privacy surrounding the house, that shouldn't be
such a problem.  Robert and Gus would still be about the place, but I
figured they would stay in the room painting.  Unless they went on a break
at some point, or found a window to spy on me.  How voyeuristic!  I closed
my eyes for a second, picturing me prancing around the yard in my birthday
suit.  My stepbrother and his friend watching in secret...

   Gliding down the stairs, I ran a hand along the old mahogany banister.
As I neared the floor, I discovered that the steps were not so wide that I
couldn't place a hand on each railing to either side of me.  In order to do
this however, I also had to stretch my slim legs wide apart.  With a bare
foot hanging off the right and left side of the broad step, this left my
pink labia to dangle out in the open.

   At that moment, Gus came walking around the corner, gulping a bottle of
water.  Our eyes met and we both froze.  Unfortunately for me, I remained
in this rather revealing position.  We just stared at each other, or
rather...  I stared at him staring at me, if that makes any sense.

   Finally he lowered his bottle, and asked, "Did you find any of your
clothes yet?"

   I wrapped my fingers tightly around the railings, feeling my butt cheeks
clench, and answered in a husky voice, "No...  not yet."

   The young man was drinking in the sight of my full frontal nudity.  He
was seeing my pussy for the first time, clean shaved, and succulent lips
just sitting out there, waiting to be fondled.  The longer I stood like
this, the harder it was for him to stay a polite gentleman.  I guess I
couldn't blame him.

   With a sudden smile, he said, "Good.  It would be a shame to cover up
such a pretty flower."

   And he reached out with one hand to lightly touch my pussy.  It made my
toes curl, and my body quiver.  He didn't make contact with my clitoris or
insert a finger or anything like that.  It was just a brief, gentle brush,
acquainting his touch with my sensitive folds of skin.  It felt absolutely
amazing!

   "Mmmph," a small whimper escaped my lips, and I was quickly on the verge
of orgasm.

   But then I heard Robert calling out, approaching from the other room. 
For some reason, I was afraid to let him catch his friend playing with me.
Oh, my nipples were sticking straight out, and there was just no way of
hiding from Gus how turned on I was.  I had to get away from here, or else
I would lose control completely.

   I hopped onto the floor and dashed around the opposite corner.  This led
me to a new hallway, a part of the house I hadn't been to before.  Keeping
close to the wall, I inched forward until I found a side door that opened
back outside.  I wasted no time rushing into the fresh air, stark naked.

   This was such torture!  My own stepbrother was keeping me from getting
dressed.  And his friend was keeping me horny.  And then I understood
Robert's intention.  He wanted me to go off somewhere by myself, so I could
masturbate and release all my pent up sexual excitement.  That was actually
rather sweet of him.  Always looking out for his little sister.

   Well, I walked further away from the old house realizing here was my
chance.  I could find a nice spot on the property, perhaps under a tree, or
just lie down in the grass.  Then I could make myself cum, and finally
begin to calm down.  I paused, turning around to look back at the house. 
Raising one hand, I stroked my chin in thought, while resting the fingers
of my other hand lightly on my tummy.  A cool breeze blew over my body,
tickling my privates.

   "I'm not ready to orgasm yet," I said to myself.

   Even though in truth, I could go off with the slightest touch, I decided
instead to look for my clothes.  So I started to walk around the property,
imagining my nude body was in view for anyone gazing from a distant window.
Still, I did not hide or cover up, but made a slow and deliberate search
for shirt and panties.  Too bad there weren't any neighbors close by, I
giggled.  Although part of me was also relieved, as the privacy made my
task all the more easier.

   From the outside, I wasn't quite sure I could locate the room from where
I had tossed out my things.  And it was entirely possible the two articles
of clothing were blown about and scattered across the yard.  I didn't
really want to go around the front, because even with the long driveway,
there was a very real possibility of being seen from the road.  Boldly, I
made my way around the side of the house until I could see Robert's car.

   "Oh my gosh!" I gasped, covering a hand over my mouth and pointing.

   Down at the bottom of the driveway, I spotted a piece of pink material
fluttering on the ground.  Now how did it blow all the way out there?  But
it had to be my T-shirt, since there was no other source of pink on this
side of the property.  Then I lowered my eyes to look at my smooth pussy,
and blushed.

   Cupping a hand over my pubic mound, I slung an arm over my perky breasts
and jogged across the front lawn.  Suddenly, I was very self-conscious
about my nudity, even crouching down as I reached the car.  Just in time,
too, as I watched a truck or a van rumbling down the normally quiet street.
I hoped the boys didn't schedule any deliveries!

   My heart was beating faster now, with realization setting in that I was
squatting outside totally bare.  Robert and Gus might even have a little
fun and lock me out of the house!  Quickly, I glanced behind me and rubbed
my shoulders.  Listening for the sound of any other vehicles or other
people about, I decided to make a run for it.

   Scampering barefoot all the way down the driveway, I discovered that my
shirt had been whipped into the middle of the road!  There was a house on
the opposite side of the street, which I seemed to only notice now as I
tiptoed out in the open.  Oh God, they could be watching me!  I bashfully
lowered an arm to pick up the T-shirt between my fingers.  Just then, a car
rolled onto this section of the road.  Honestly, Robert and I hadn't seen a
soul on our way up here.  Where were these people coming from?

   I didn't have time to put on my top, but clutched the shirt in a fist as
I spun around and dashed back toward my grandmother's house.  Nearly
stumbling as I reached the driveway, there was a loud beep from the car as
it drove past me.  I was blushing furiously at the thought of a stranger
catching me bare-ass nude.

   Shaking out the shirt, I found it wasn't that dirty.  It hadn't gotten
ripped or torn, either.  So now I slipped it over my head, stretching the
material down my chest and elongated nipples.  But it was a cute and tiny
little thing, coming down to just above my bellybutton.  I took a deep
breath and sighed, briefly scanning the front lawn of the property.

   There was no way I would be able to find my underwear.  The only reason
I got my T-shirt back was because the bright pink color stood out.  But if
I could convince Robert to return my overalls to me, then I would be decent
again.  I still had not masturbated.  I hoped he wouldn't be disappointed
or angry with me.  Nervously, I walked bottomless up to the front door.

   Once inside again, I shuffled down the hall the way we had originally
entered, only this time with my bare butt wiggling and hands clasped over
my pussy.  Stepping into the spacious great room, I saw my stepbrother and
his friend still at work painting.  I arched up on my toes, waiting for
them to notice me.

   "Hi Robert, hi...  Gus," I finally spoke.

   The two young men turned to regard me.  Their eyes wandered from my
pretty feet up my claves and knees and smooth thighs.  They saw me standing
in the doorway, with only my hands to hide my hairless crotch.  I could
feel my clit poking out.

   Robert put down his paintbrush and said, "So it looks like you found
your shirt, Erica."

   "Yeah," I mumbled and walked slowly into the room.

   Gus, seeing my shirt for the first time today commented, "It looks nice
on you."

   I lifted a hand to tease a lock of hair, while trying to maintain some
modesty.  "At least I have something on.  Now do you think...  can I have
the rest of my clothes?"

   The boys look at each other, as if considering my request.  My eyes were
drawn past them to the corner of the room where I thought I saw my overalls
folded neatly and my sneakers placed on top.  Robert whispered into his
friend's ear, sharing a private conversation.  Then my stepbrother walked
across the room to collect my things.

   However, to my surprise, he only picked up the sneakers before turning
back in my direction!  About halfway toward where I stood, Robert bounced
my shoes to the floor and they landed at my feet.

   "Since you only came back with one article of clothing," Gus explained,
"we decided you can't have everything back."

   I touched one of the sneakers with my toes, and then looked back at the
two young men.  "Oh, um, well...  I wish you would let me put my pants back
on!"

   The two of them only grinned.  I guess it's what I deserved.  But this
was so humiliating, being disciplined by my stepbrother in front of his
friend.  And asking permission to get dressed again made me feel very
embarrassed.  I crouched down, and then lowered myself to sit bare assed on
the floor.  In this way, I fit the sneakers snugly on my feet.  With my
legs separated as I sat on the floor, I'm sure they caught more than a
glimpse of my pussy.  But there was nothing I could do about it.

   Finally I stood back up again, reaching behind me to brush my exposed
little bottom.  A pair of sneakers and a short pink T-shirt...  that's all
I was wearing!  I waited to see what would happen next.

   Robert had a clean paintbrush in his hand and with this he walked over
to me.  "Here you go, Erica.  Time for you to get back to work."

   My eyes went wide hearing his instructions.  In shock, I dropped both
arms to my sides.  At the same time, erect nipples pushed out from beneath
my shirt.  This was too much!  They wanted me to continue painting... 
bottomless?

   "But...  but..." I stammered helplessly.

   Robert gently lifted my hand by the wrist and placed the brush between
my fingers.  "That's right, kiddo, get your butt over there and back to
work!"

   I could see he was serious, though not at all upset with me.  He was
just letting me deal with the consequences of my foolish actions.  Like a
good older stepbrother.  So I stepped across the room with my free hand
between my legs.  I half expected a slap on my ass.  But the boys were well
behaved, and nobody touched me.

   Let me tell you, it was not easy painting while keeping one hand over my
pussy!  It did not stay there very long.  I kept glancing over my shoulder,
fidgeting, knowing my butt was being watched.  Even worse, I was conscious
of my excited labia unfolded and hanging down between my legs.  When Gus
came over to switch paint cans, I had to take the handle with my free hand.
I walked to the next section of the wall with my pussy lips parted and
visibly on display.

   We finished the second coat of paint after a few more hours.  Luckily my
stepbrother and his friend were in fact serious about their work, and did
not spend much time teasing me.  I had to admit, the three of us did a good
job, even despite my condition.  It was just turning dark out when we
called it a day.

   "All right, Erica, it's time for us to go home," Robert announced.

   I looked over at my overalls still folded neatly in the corner, and then
I looked over at Gus standing off to the side.  No one made a move to
gather my discarded clothes.  I'm really not sure what Robert had in mind.
He didn't say I wasn't going to get them back.  All I knew is that it would
be a long ride home, nearly two hours.

   Finally, I got up the nerve to approach my stepbrother and asked,
"Would...  would it be all right if Gus drives me home tonight?"

   Robert rubbed his chin in thought, and then looked at his friend.  The
blonde-headed young man only shrugged his shoulders, said it would be no
trouble.  Again, Robert considered for a few minutes as I waited anxiously
in the middle of the room.  He then walked over to his friend and pulled
him off to the side.  I watched as they had another private conversation,
certainly out of earshot from me.

   At last, Gus came over dangling his keys in one hand.  With his other,
he took my fingers and led me toward the door.  Of course I kept one hand
discreetly covering my bald crotch.  I looked back over my shoulder and
said goodbye to my stepbrother.

   Robert laughed and said, "See you in the morning, kiddo..."

   Leaving the house, the early evening air caressed my legs and bottom. 
It felt really good to be out here like this!  Still, I couldn't believe I
was about to get into this guy's car dressed in only a T-shirt and
sneakers. But I was incredibly horny, as you can imagine.  Besides, if
Robert didn't think it was safe, he would have never let me go along.

   Gus had his car, a black sleek sporty type, parked on the side of the
property.  It was just off the driveway, and I had not noticed it before.
He clicked the electronic locks, motioning me to climb inside.  The
upholstery was gorgeous, as my legs and backside made contact with the
brown leather seats.  I waited for Gus to get behind the wheel, my heart
beating faster.

   He started the engine, which purred with smooth efficiency.  The sound
made me stretch my legs and arch my back a little.  Folding my arms behind
my head, I sat with my lap completely uncovered.  The interior was dark
now, with only the various blue or red lights illuminating the driver's
display.

   Pulling out onto the road, we sped off in the direction leading back to
my town.  For a while, we did not encounter much traffic, either oncoming
or approaching behind us.  It seemed like it was just the two of us out
here, and the initial silence we shared was nice.

   After a few more minutes, I turned and asked Gus, "What did my
stepbrother tell you before we left?"

   "Are you sure you want to know?" he glanced over at my slender form in
the passenger seat and grinned.  "It might be kind of embarrassing."

   Lowering an arm so that I could trace a finger around my bellybutton, I
smiled back.  "That's OK, I've had a kind of embarrassing day today, you
know?"

   "All right," the young man chuckled.  "Your stepbrother cares very much
about you, Erica.  He just told me to be careful.  And he told me...  not
to have sex with you."

   I almost bolted upright, hearing the confession.  "Oh really!  You know,
I am in college, remember?  I think I'm old enough to decide whether or not
I want to get lucky!"

   "Yeah, I know, it's not that I was presuming anything," Gus stammered
apologetically, which was kind of cute.  "Robert just reminded me that you
are still sweet and innocent, and I kind of agree."

   Opening my mouth, I found I didn't know how to respond.  I was still a
virgin, that was true.  I shut my mouth and didn't say anything.  After a
few minutes driving down the highway, I quietly kicked off both my
sneakers.

   "Gus?" I asked in a small voice.

   I think he could pick up the scent of my musky feminine aroma as he
answered, "Yes...  Erica?"

   "Gus, I've removed my sneakers and I am completely barefoot now..."

   Robert's friend continued driving, keeping his eyes on the road, but
answered, "You really do have pretty feet.  I like your cute little toes."

   That made me giggled, and in fact I reached down to rub my lower legs.
The carpeted floor mats were delightful.  I then sat back up, bringing my
hands to the bottom of my short T-shirt.  Taking a deep breath, I waited to
see if Gus would try to stop me.  Slowly, I pulled the material higher, all
the way up to my chin.  My small tits stuck out, with extended nipples.  I
sat forward a little so I could tug the shirt over my head, tossing it
behind into the back seat.

   "I'm naked again," I said with breathless anticipation.  "Did Robert say
anything about not touching?"

   I wish I could say that I behaved like a lady on the ride home, or acted
like a good girl.  But I was so horny, that I just couldn't help myself. 
I'm ashamed to admit, I sat there nude in the passenger seat, teasing and
flaunting my body completely on display.  I closed my eyes, and spread my
legs apart.

   Gus pulled over to the side of the road, and asked me to get out of the
car.  I did so without question.  We were on a stretch of the highway
without many building close by, just woods to the left and right.  It was
peaceful and quiet as I stood on the edge of the cool pavement not wearing
any clothes.  Still, it felt like other cars could drive by any moment, or
a police patrol car.  I dangled my arms at my sides as my stepbrother's
friend walked around and pulled me under a bright light.

   He touched every inch of me, I think.  I was delirious with pleasure as
he fondled my nipples and kissed my lips and neck.  Gus was wonderful with
his hands, caressing my stomach and bare bottom.  He knelt down and licked
my pussy while I ran my fingers through his hair.  And then he gently
lifted me to the hood of his car, where he took my foot in his hand and
sucked on my toes.  It didn't stop there, as he placed me in other
positions and touched my most sensitive areas.

   Finally, he began playing with my clitoris, right there in the open on
the side of the highway!  It didn't take long for him to finger me to
multiple orgasms, making me cum as I squirted and cried in ecstasy.  My
body convulsed with the release I had sought for so long today, and Gus
held me in his arms.  We climbed into his car's back seat and cuddled,
before I eventually fell asleep.

   The next day, Robert told me that Gus was going to be moving away, which
is why he didn't want me to get too attached.  That's my stepbrother,
always looking out for me.  I was a little sad to hear the news.  But the
memory of our drive home, brought a sweet smile to my lips.



   36  -" Erica - Gone Fishing part 2

   Home at last, I was finally standing before the front door of my house.
It was bright and sunny in the early afternoon, and Alicia's cousin was on
one side of me with his friend Cody on the other.  They were trying to
behave, but positioned in between them, I could hear the boys snickering.

   I was absolutely stark naked.

   My feet were crossed at the ankles, arched up on my bare toes, and I had
one arm across my breasts while the other was slung low so that my hand
could cover my shaved pussy.  What a humiliating walk home this had been!
Jimmy had tricked me out of all my clothes back at the lake.  First he got
me to take off my bikini, because I was still wearing a long T-shirt.  But
then the clever boy used his fishing line to strip me completely.  Both the
shirt and my little bathing suit ended up in the water.  Cody insisted that
a fish ate my tops and bottoms.

   As ridiculous as it sounded, the real bottom line is that I was left
with nothing to wear -- at all!  We had to make an unbelievable trip from
the town park back to my house, hoping to arrive before Alicia's Aunt
returned to pick up her son and his friend.  They stayed close to me when
we were beneath the canopy of trees, and I know they enjoyed the sight of
my helpless nudity.  As embarrassed as I was, it also turned me on.  I did
my best to hide my erect nipples and quivering lower lips.  For the most
part, the boys marched ahead of me once we were beyond the safety of the
woods

   Out in the open, the boys served as good lookouts, making sure there was
nobody around.  I would have been so ashamed to be caught with these two,
plus I'm sure I would have gotten into trouble.  Luckily, even the few
times I think I was spotted, Jimmy and Cody stayed out of view.  Or they
pretended that they didn't know me -- pointing and laughing as I ran to
find a place to hide.

   Remarkably, the three of us returned to my house with no other problem
than that my whole body was tingling with excitement.

   "OK, Jimmy," I turned to look at the boy.  "Let's have the key so we can
get inside and I can get dressed --"

   Alicia's cousin seemed to frown at the prospect of me putting on clothes
again, although he stuck his hand in his pants pocket to retrieve the key I
had told him to hold onto.  After a moment, he put his other hand in his
other pocket.  He shrugged his shoulders, but didn't look me in the eye.

   Folding both arms across my breasts I said, "Jimmy -- Tell me you didn't
lose the key!"

   "I don't know!" he finally blurted out.  "It's your fault because you
weren't wearing any clothes!"

   "Naked Erica!" Cody giggled and teased me.  "Bare butt!"

   I pulled a strand of my brown hair behind an ear, glancing over my
shoulder to see that the boy did indeed have an ample view of my tender
bottom.  Immediately I dropped down into a crouch and pulled my knees to my
chest, also afraid of calling any attention from the road.  Lowering my
eyes, I saw that my nipples were still so hard.  I looked up at Jimmy and
blushed.

   "But I was wearing clothes when we left this morning!  I just didn't
have any pockets --"

   Jimmy grinned and said, "That's not my problem.  You should be more
careful."

   I couldn't believe the brat was blaming me!  He was the one who had lost
my clothes and the key!  Now I was left stranded out here in my bare
birthday suit.  What I wouldn't give to be left alone so I could spread my
legs and start playing with my pussy.  I tried to fight back these urges
and suppress such naughty thoughts.

   "What should I do?" I asked the younger boy.

   Again, Jimmy shrugged his shoulders, before suggesting, "Maybe you can
lay down on the front lawn and finish getting your sun tan."

   "Oh!" I gasped.  "I couldn't do that -- people in the neighborhood... 
might see me."

   "Maybe you can go in the backyard," Cody added, trying to be helpful.

   It did seem like staying out here was becoming more risky.  I thought
about it, and started to plan how I might get out of this situation.  Very
slowly, I stood up, carefully keeping myself covered with my hands.  I
eased my way between the boys, stepping down off the front stoop.

   With my bare ass turned toward the street, I remained facing Jimmy and
his friend.  "OK -- that's -- that's a good idea.  I'll go into the
backyard, while you two wait out here.  When your mother shows up, Jimmy,
just tell her that I am inside and say goodbye for me."

   Figuring that should take care of any embarrassing encounter, I
proceeded to sidestep across the lawn, edging my way around the house.  We
have a low chain-link fence, which divides the front and back yard.  I
opened the gate and then dashed out of view.

   Believe it or not, I have not often been naked in my own backyard.  It
seems like I was always getting stripped in public, and in the most
humiliating of places.  But at home, I was usually good at keeping my
clothes on.  As I now walked brazenly across the patio, I felt myself
blushing.  Sure I had fantasized many times about being nude out here. 
There was something about walking around where my family would so often get
together for barbeques or other gatherings over the summer.  Sometimes I
thought about my stepbrother who was a few years older than me, and
allowing him and his friends to catch me -- and see everything!  The shame
only made me more aroused.

   Of course, now all I could think about was finding a spot to have a nice
big orgasm.  I didn't care if the boys heard me, as long as they didn't see
me.  Letting my hands cup my breasts, I enjoyed my long pink nipples
wiggling up and down.  I found a tree and decided that was where I wanted
to get off.  It had low hanging leafy branches that would provide a nice
shade.  Since I had a little more privacy, I didn't need to cover up, but
skipped through the grass with my arms raised in the air.

   When I reached the tree, I dropped my hands to my sides.  It had been
such a long day!  This actually felt exhilarating, being completely nude
outside and away from the leering eyes of Jimmy and his friend.  I took a
deep breath and exhaled slowly.  Then, after stretching my arms, I bent
down at the waist so I could shake out my hair, letting it fall over my
face and touch the ground.  I was also able to touch my bare toes with my
fingers, and because I have a trim stomach, I was able to keep my legs
straight.

   But all of a sudden -- with my head upside down, I opened my eyes to
glance past my ankles, and saw two pairs of boys sneakers standing behind
me!  For a moment, I froze, just leaving my bottom exposed in the most
intimate way and pussy lips dangling.  My heart was beating so fast, as I
finally pulled myself up and spun around.

   "Jimmy!  What are you doing back here?" I squealed.

   The boys were quiet for a moment, before Alicia's cousin answered back,
"What were you doing, Erica?"

   "Looked like she was doing exercises," Cody immediately suggested.  "You
know, like we have to do at the start of gym class!"

   With that, the boy began to hop in place, waving his arms above his head
in time with his leaps.  I watched, sort of amazed, and realized he was
doing jumping jacks.  My eyes followed him up and down, while my heart was
beating faster.  What -- what were they expecting?

   "Now it's your turn," Jimmy folded his arms and said when his friend had
stopped.

   I nervously shifted my eyes from one young man to the other and replied,
"Um, that's right -- I was doing some -- exercises."

   Fully naked in my backyard, I stood up on my toes, clutching my small
breasts.  The boys waited for me to begin.  So I jumped in the air and
raised my arms in an arc above my head.  At the same time, I split my
slender legs apart, and then brought them together as I returned to the
ground.  I found that I was able to get into a precise rhythm, which of
course left me entirely exposed.  I mean, I know my pussy was opening up
and my clit was enormous.  But at least the motions kept my hands off my
overexcited body.

   Oh God, this was so embarrassing!  Perhaps the most humiliating thing
Jimmy had made me do yet.  My tits and nipples were bouncing up and down,
my bare butt clenching with each leap and contraction of my legs.  The
worst part was -- the worst part was -- I think I was about to cum!

   "Yeah, I'd say Erica is pretty good -- for a girl!" Jimmy said with
mocking laughter.  "With all her girl parts wiggling around!"

   "Oh!" I gasped.

   At that exact moment, there was the sound of a car horn coming from the
front of the house!

   "That's your mom," Cody said to his friend.

   Alicia's cousin watched me trembling, desperate to hold back my orgasm,
before he turned to the other boy.  "All right, let's get our stuff."

   The second the two of them walked around the side of the house and left
the backyard, I fell face forward to the ground.  Immediately, I had one
arm beneath my stomach, reaching down with my hand to rub my pussy
furiously.  Lifting my little bottom in the air, I gyrated my hips as I
stroked and teased and fingered myself to ecstasy.  I had to muffle my
moans of pleasure with my other forearm.

   When I finished, I was absolutely spent.  All I could do was roll over
on my back and just lie there.  I could still feel my bald pussy twitching.
Now I knew, I should really try to figure out what to do next.  How was I
going to get back inside?  I didn't have any clothes on!  But I was so
sleepy, and I dozed off --

   * * * * *

   I awoke to some kind of wonderful feeling between my legs.  My mind
still fuzzy, I kept my eyes closed while arching my back.  My bare toes
curled and I started purring.  It just felt so good!  My fingers wandered
to my chest as I touched my elongated nipples.  I was still nude -- and
someone was licking my pussy!

   Opening my eyes in a flash, I looked down and saw strawberry blonde
hair.

   "Carrie!" I cried.  "Oh -- mmmmm, yes!  Oh, what are you doing to me!"

   My friend from college raised her head enough to giggle and say, "I'm
eating you out, Erica!"

   I couldn't believe this!  I had gone from almost having sex with a guy
for the first time earlier today, to now this encounter.  But it did feel
amazing!  As much as I wanted her to stop, I didn't want her to stop, if
that made any sense.  Carrie just had this way of running her tongue along
my sensitive folds of skin, and flicking my clit --

   She paused so that she could crawl over me, almost straddling my body.
"I stopped by a few minutes ago, and thought no one was home.  But the side
gate was open so I came back here -- and found you stark naked, lying on
the ground spread eagle.  Someone's been having fun!"

   "Uh-huh," I moaned, helpless beneath Carrie's touch.

   She rolled over on her side, next to me, so she could trace her hand
down my stomach.  Her finger circled around my bellybutton, and further
down, began to massage my hairless vulva.

   "You know, you were all pink and erect," Carrie explained, referring to
my nipples and clitoris.  "It was so inviting, I couldn't resist.  Besides,
I could tell you had just masturbated, and my dirty girl needed to be
cleaned."

   It was then Carrie asked me to tell her what had happened today.  All
the while keeping her hand on my crotch, which kept me pretty excited. 
More than once, I bucked my hips and lifted my bottom, as she slipped a
finger inside me.

   "Wow, that is amazing!" my friend said when I had finished about the
part where Ty was pleasuring me, just like the strawberry-blonde young
woman was doing now.  "It seems everyone can't keep their hands off of you,
Erica!  But somehow, I don't think you are done for today --"

   That statement made me open my eyes wide.  I suddenly felt very guilty
about my nudity, and ashamed.  Carefully, I pulled my knees close so I
could get to my feet and stand up.

   "What -- what do you mean my that?" I asked.

   Carrie, still lying on the ground, looked up at me and said, "Nothing --
I was just going to the beach today and I hoped you would come with me."

   I licked my lips, but did not answer.  For the first time, I noticed
that Carrie was wearing denim shorts that showed off her long legs, and a
white shirt with little red floral prints.  And sneakers, which made me
look down at my own bare feet and wiggle my toes in the grass.

   "You mean you want me to go to the beach with you like this -- naked!" I
gasped.

   Now the buxom blonde climbed to her feet so she could take my hand. 
"No, silly, I have some clothes for you to wear."

   I was about to protest, but too late, I found myself being dragged
across my backyard.  Shuffling after her, Carrie pulled me around the side
of the house.  Once we were out on the front lawn, I could see her car
parked in the driveway.  But I was also self-conscious about my state of
undress!

   "Carrie, couldn't you have brought the clothes out back?" I whined as I
placed a hand over my pussy and looked around fearfully.

   The taller girl let go of my other arm and said, "I hadn't thought of
that."

   So now I covered my small breasts as well, and stood on my toes while
Carrie unlocked her car.  She bent over so that she could move the front
seat forward, leaving me mesmerized by her ass in denim shorts.  Finally
when she turned around again, she had two articles of clothing in her
hands.

   "Here, Erica, try this on!" she giggled and tossed a white top in my
direction.

   It was light and sleeveless, almost like a tank-top, except it had more
material at the shoulders.  No buttons, only holes on top and at the sides.
I quickly pulled it over my head and covered my tits.  But gripping the hem
in both hands, I tugged as hard as I could, only to find that the shirt did
not even reach my bellybutton.  I was standing completely bottomless in
front of my house in the bright sunlight, labia dangling and my pronounced
pussy lips spread open.

   "Well, now, as much as I would hate to cover up your blossoming flower,"
Carrie laughed as she pointed, "I suppose I can let you have this, too."

   Again, leaving my crotch exposed, I used both hands to catch the other
item she then threw at me.  It was a red, pleated skirt.  Quickly, I
stepped into it and found that the skirt fastened with adjustable Velcro
straps.  Snug around my waist, I finally had my ass and pussy covered for
what seemed like the first time today.

   The hem came down to my thighs, leaving a lot of my bare legs exposed.
"What else have you got for me, Carrie?"

   My friend grinned and shrugged her shoulders.  "I told you were going to
the beach, Erica.  What more do you need?"

   "So -- no shoes or underwear?" I blushed and fidgeted with the hem of
the skirt, bashfully rubbing my toes behind my other leg.

   "Nope!" the strawberry-blonde answered.  "But don't worry, I'll change
into my bathing suit, so you don't feel uncomfortable."

   At first I nodded my head, folding my arms across my chest, figuring she
meant she would slip into her bikini when we arrived at the beach. 
Suddenly, Carrie kicked off both her sneakers while undoing the top button
of her shorts!

   "What -- right here?" I gasped.  "On my front lawn --"

   The girl, now barefoot, proceeded to pull up her shirt.  I saw she
wasn't wearing a bra as her large naked breasts bounced into view.  She
took her top off completely, and then continued to strip.  With a wiggle of
her hips, she had her denim shorts down her legs and stepped out of them.
Now Carrie gave a cautious look over her shoulder.  I couldn't believe she
was doing this!  And none of my neighbors were around to watch.  But a car
could drive by at any moment.  As if realizing this, but resolute in her
actions -- Carrie lowered and removed her panties, standing fully nude in
front of me.

   "Quit staring, Erica," my friend teased, sticking her tongue out at me
as she dropped her arms to her sides.

   I found myself saying out loud, "Carrie -- you're gorgeous!"

   It had been a while since the last time I saw her with her clothes off,
and now my eyes couldn't get enough of her voluptuous twenty-year-old body.
Part of me was envious, and yet still feeling a tingle of desire.

   "Want to touch?" the naked young woman continued to tease me.

   Before I could even think, I step forward through the grass until my
bare toes met hers.  She gave a swift intake of air as I stood so close, my
trembling fingers reaching out.  First my hands lifted up her boobs to play
with them.  They were more than a handful!  I rubbed my palms gently over
her nipples.  Raising a finger, I touched her face, noticing that the
summer had brought out pretty freckles across her fair skin.  I lowered my
other hand, running along the curve of her nude hip.  And then I found her
tuft of golden pubic hair.  But it was trim and groomed just above her
otherwise shaved pussy, and I felt her lips were silky smooth.

   "How do you keep such a cute camel-toe?" I asked, truly amazed, as I
tickled her vulva.

   Carrie spread her legs apart only slightly and answered, "Oh, it takes
plenty of willpower."

   "Why are you doing this?" a little breathless, I continued to let my
hands roam over every inch of her body.  "We're standing so close to the
street -- aren't you worried someone might see us?"

   "Maybe," the strawberry-blonde giggled playfully.  "But I know this
excites you!"

   She then reached out with both her hands and raised the front of the red
skirt all the way up to my stomach.  My clit poked out, erect and wiggling.
Just then, a car came speeding down the road!  They might have caught a
glimpse of Carrie's naked butt, before she swung behind me, still keeping
my skirt raised.  A beep of the horn suggested that the driver definitely
saw something!

   "I guess we're ready to go to the beach," my friend giggled and sucked
on my earlobe.

   Closing my eyes, I felt her drop the skirt back into place.  For a brief
moment I stood there waiting to see what would happen next, before I
realized Carrie must have returned to her car.  Looking to my side, I saw
that she had the driver's door open and was seated facing me.  She spread
her legs wide, leaving nothing to the imagination, as she pulled on her
bikini bottoms.  I watched as she reached over the seat to grab her top,
and tied this around her titties.

   Standing up again, she walked up to me and asked, "What do you think?"

   "It's hot," I told her truthfully.  "Too bad I lost my own bikini today.
We would have made a good pair."

   Carrie grinned and said, "You still look cute in your outfit.  And even
more adorable out of it, hee hee."

   That comment made me blush.  I pressed down the front of the skirt to
make sure I was decent, and I could feel my aroused pussy lips beneath the
material.  Bringing my hands up, I rubbed my bare stomach, tracing a circle
around my cute bellybutton.  I really wasn't wearing a whole lot.  And
without any shoes, I sort of felt like a bashful child.  At least Carrie
was even more exposed.

   But then she wandered across the green grass to where she had done her
striptease.  The young woman picked up her denim shorts, sliding them up
her long legs.  Unbelievable!  She even stopped to put her sneakers back
on. Grabbing her shirt off the ground, she headed back toward the car,
flipping her golden red tresses over her shoulder.

   "Be a dear, Erica, and pick up my panties," she smiled as she got behind
the steering wheel.

   I did as she asked, crouching down to retrieve her delicate underwear.
Although I paused to take a quick sniff of her alluring perfume, I was
ashamed to have her watch me do it.  Quickly, I folded them up in my hand
and jogged barefoot around the other side of the car.

   Once I climbed inside, I placed my feet on the plush floor mats.  Carrie
put the vehicle in reverse and pulled straight out the driveway, turning
onto the road in front of my house.  Her sneaker hit the pedal, and we were
off to the public beach.  Lowering her window, the girl's strawberry-blonde
hair streamed out behind her.  I did the same, letting my shoulder-length
hair whip about my face.  It was such a beautiful day outside!

   Halfway there, as we were cruising down the highway, I folded the hem of
the skirt up to my lap.  In this way, with my knees separated, I let my
pink pussy sit out there and breathe in the fresh air.  Carrie glanced over
at me and smiled approvingly.

   "Do you want to touch it?" I found myself asking.

   Carrie's expression actually looked shocked, as she laughed, "Erica! 
You naughty girl!  You really haven't had enough today, have you?"

   "I'm sorry," I confessed.  "It's just that -- well, you made me so horny
back there at my house!"

   We drove for another moment in silence, except for the girly pop music
from the CD Carrie was playing on the stereo.  My hands clutched the fabric
of the skirt, bunched up around my tummy.  I was completely naked below the
waist.  My toes curled in anticipation.

   "Hmmm, I'll tell you what," Carrie finally said.  "Since you seem to be
in a playful mood -- How about I pull into the next gas station we pass.  I
dare you to take off your clothes and pay the attendant!"

   I pouted my lips, pretending to be disappointed.  "Oh, Carrie!  A naked
gas dare?  That's not very original."

   The twenty-year-old girl lowered her eyes at my hairless crotch, and
then looked at my chest where my nipples were already poking out the white
top.  "Come on, Erica, you can't tell me it ever gets old.  And why look
here -- a gas stop just ahead!"

   Turning my neck, I watched as the sign loomed into view, advertising its
prices and the food market.  I don't think I actually agreed to go along
with this, but suddenly Carrie was moving into the right lane and driving
off the exit.  My eyes were wide as we pulled onto the service road. 
Traffic was light, so she was able to roll into the gas station lot and
drive up to a self-serve pump.

   "Here we are," Carrie giggled.

   She turned off the ignition, and then reached down beneath the seat to
find her purse.  Soon she had a ten-dollar bill between her fingers. 
Shifting on her side to face me, the young lady grinned from ear to ear. 
Patiently she waited, waiting for me to undress completely.

   My fingers clutched the white shirt and I said nervously, "But -- I
wasn't expecting this!"

   Carrie excitedly grabbed her keys, encouraging me to take off the skirt
and top.  "Oh, but it will be awesome!  I'll get out to pump the gas.  You
just have take the money inside and pay the cashier --"

   "Stark naked," I mumbled.

   However, when my friend looked at me in a certain way with her hazel
eyes, I simply melted.  Might as well do this while there were no other
cars nearby.  I reached behind my neck and found that the sleeveless shirt
pulled off easily.  In seconds, I had it removed and was sitting in the car
with my bare tits sticking out.  Before I could change my mind, my fingers
found the Velcro straps attached to the red skirt and had these undone.  I
pushed open the passenger side door and climbed out -- leaving the skirt
behind!

   The slab of concrete was warm under my toes.  I looked down at my
totally bare body, and immediately clutched my hands to my breasts.  In
this way, I started to run toward the building with my naked bottom
bouncing.  That was when Carrie called after me.

   "Erica!  You need to take the money!" She said, waving the bill.

   Blushing from head to toe, I had to turn around and run back to Carrie
who was already out of the car and standing next to the gas pump.  Oh God,
I was really staying out here a lot longer than I had hoped!  If anyone
from the market was paying attention, they would have had a good long look.
My friend just giggled and gave me the ten dollars.

   Now I had the money held in a tight fist in one hand.  I curled my other
fingers and swung my arm as I spun around to march toward the market again
-- not covering up at all!  My tummy filled with butterflies, as I never
got over the emotions of people seeing me naked.  Especially when strangers
were seeing me for the first time, which caused shame and arousal to flood
through my body.

   My bald pussy twitched and quivered as I approached the door.  Glancing
over my shoulder, I watched as a car pulled up to another pump.  But there
wasn't anything I could do now...  it was too late!  I froze...  I just
stood there and watched as a whole family emptied out from opening doors.

   The father got out from the driver side, and walked around the back of
the car to reach the gas cap.  I don't think he saw me, yet.  From the
passenger side, his wife stepped out, and she immediately had her hands
full ushering out of the parked automobile a boy and a girl.  Brother and
sister, I imagined.

   Great, more kids would see me nude!

   At this point, my whole body was still facing the entrance to the food
mart.  Turning my head forward, I caught the reflection of my nipples,
bellybutton, and uncovered pussy in the glass door.  Then I heard a gasp
behind me.

   "Young lady, what are you doing!" came the woman's voice.  "Where are
your clothes?"

   I whipped around, spinning on my bare heel to face the mother with her
two children beside her.  The dollar bill was still clutched in my fist,
and the fingers of my other hand drummed nervously on the side of my leg.
She reached an arm around so she could shield her son's eyes.  The little
girl, however, looked up at me and giggled.

   Finally becoming self-conscious about my nudity, I moved my open hand
over to cup my pussy.  I then swung an arm across my breasts.  Lifting one
foot, I brushed my toes behind my other leg.

   "Oh..." I gasped, but that was all I could say.

   Now the father started approaching the building.  He stopped as soon as
he spotted me in front of the entrance, looking at my slender figure from
head to toe.  His wife continued to yell at me.

   "I was going to the beach, OK?" I squealed, wishing they would just
leave me alone.

   The woman was not impressed, and frowned disapprovingly.  "What kind of
beach, young lady?  Where is your bathing suit..."

   "I'm going to a nude beach!" I felt my face blushing as I made up this
story.  "I didn't even bother to put on any clothes today!"

   Then I realized I had better get moving, before she called the police.
Or before she humiliated me even more by asking why I shaved all my pubic
hair.  So I turned around again, flashing the family my bare bottom. 
Sometimes I wished I had long hair like Carrie.  But as the ends of my hair
brushed my shoulders, I knew they were seeing all of my back and the supple
curves of my young body.

   I pulled open the door, and ran into the market.  The cool air
conditioning hit my skin, forcing me to pause and stand up on my toes.  My
erect nipples responded by pointing toward the ceiling.  Glancing to my
left, I found the cashier's counter being manned by a college-aged guy
staring at me.  I hoped he didn't go to my school!

   Marching up to the register, I slapped the money down on the counter
just as the family now entered and watched me in disbelief.  I couldn't
believe I was doing this either.  I turned my head to look at them, and
then returned to the attendant.

   "I am on my way to a naked...  um, a nude beach," I stammered, and
started teasing the ends of my hair anxiously.  "Can I get ten dollars on
pump..."

   It was then I realized that I hadn't paid attention to the number of the
pump Carrie pulled next to.  For his part, the attendant continued to stare
at me speechless, while the woman huffed and muttered more unkind words.

   I pressed against the counter and stood up on my bare toes.  "Um...  I
don't know the number of the pump.  My friend...  she's the one with the
red Saturn..."

   "Is she going to the beach with you too?" the young man asked eagerly.

   I lowered my eyes, and now with both hands free, clasped them over my
pussy.  "Uh-huh..."

   With that admission, the attendant rushed out from behind the register.
He wrapped his fingers around my upper arm, just above the elbow, excitedly
pulling me toward the doors.  We pushed past the stunned family, and my
other arm was flailing away, leaving none of my parts hidden.

   We burst into the broad daylight, and I had to shield my eyes from the
harsh glare of the sun.  The first thing I noticed was a third car had
pulled into the station.  A young couple, about my age, was just getting
out by the pumps.  I quickly swung my arm toward where Carrie had parked.

   "There!  Over there!" I indicated with such enthusiasm, my little tits
were bouncing up and down.

   The gas station attendant regarded me, and then saw Carrie smile and
wave over at us.  She of course was dressed in her denim shorts and bikini
top.  Not that she was anything less than a knockout.  But the fact that
she was wearing clothes, made me even more aware of my nudity.  Especially
as I had announced we were going to a clothing optional beach, but I was
the only one naked!

   "Listen, that's the pump we need ten dollars on," I explained,
desperately trying to pull free from his guiding hand.

   He continued to hold my arm a little longer, keeping me out in the open
and exposed.  I'm ashamed to admit, it was also turning me on.  I licked my
lips, and stopped squirming and struggling.

   "Yeah, that's pump number one," the young man informed me.  "What's your
name?"

   "Erica..." I said shyly, without thinking.

   He smiled and then gradually released his hold, at last letting go of my
fingers.  "You got a cute body, Erica.  And your friend's not too bad,
either."

   I thought I would die on the spot, because my whole body was tingling in
front of everyone.  Glancing down, I saw my clit was sticking right out! 
Hurriedly I ran back to Carrie's car, my bare feet slapping over the
pavement.  Curling up in the front seat, I waited for my friend to pump the
gas, which seemed to take forever.

   Finally, when she got back behind the wheel, she said, "Well, that was a
fun show!"

   "Carrie...  where are the clothes you gave me?" I asked, feeling my
tummy start to flutter deliciously.

   "I locked them in the trunk," the strawberry-blonde giggled.  "Oh, you
are just too far out now to even consider getting dressed again!"

   Before I could respond, we had pulled out of the gas station and were
speeding down the road.







   "What do you mean by not getting dressed again?" I looked over at Carrie
with my brown eyes wide.  "You mean...  ever again?" Â  My friend, who was
driving, glanced sideways at me and giggled.  "Sure, why not!  Hee hee, I
like that idea.  Maybe from now on, whenever I am around, you will have to
take off all your clothes...  on the spot!" Â  "Oh," I said in a small
voice, lifting my hands to clutch my breasts. Â  The strawberry-blonde
smiled as she effortlessly changed lanes on the highway, without using her
blinker.  "But you don't have to worry about that now, Erica.  Since you're
already naked.  How long do you think I can keep you like this?" Â  I
looked down at my bare toes and wiggled them on the floor mats of the car.
Completely naked, and the last clothes I had been wearing were locked
inside Carrie's trunk.  This was really too much! Â  "Well, my parents are
going to be gone for most of the day," I started slowly.  "We could go back
to my house, and I guess it would be all right for me to stay nude." Â 
Carrie tossed back her mane of red and gold tresses, then glanced in the
rearview mirror.  "No way!  It's summer, and we are going to have ourselves
some fun.  But you will be baring that cute little body of yours the whole
time!" Â  "Oh, Carrie..." I moaned and closed my eyes. Â  What she truly
had in mind, I had no idea.  We just continued to drive along, and I felt
completely helpless.  I couldn't believe she was doing this to me.  She had
already got me in trouble at the gas station.  My hands fussed and
alternated between covering my small breasts or lying clasped in my lap. 
Sometimes I drummed my fingers nervously on the sides of my legs, leaving
everything exposed. Â  Before long, yet all too soon, my friend started
slowing down as we pulled off an exit on the highway.  I hunched forward a
little, turning my head to try and orientate myself about where we were
headed.  Carrie looked over at me and saw my confusion. Â  "I told you,
Erica," she said.  "We are going to the beach!" Â  Somewhat surprised, I
asked, "You mean we are really going to a nude beach, like I told people
back at the station?" Â  "No," Carrie laughed.  "We are going to a public
beach." Â  Speechless, I spread my arms for emphasis, indicating that I
wasn't properly dressed for the regular beach.  No bikini or anything.  Did
she expect to parade me outside, nude in public?  But to my amazement, my
friend only followed the signs all the way to the parking lot.  Outside the
window, I could almost hear the waves crashing from beyond.  My tummy
fluttered with fear...  and excitement. Â  Carrie turned off the ignition,
and then leaned over on her side facing me.  She reached her arm over and
lightly traced a circle around my navel with her finger. Â  "Wait here for
a second," she said with a big grin. Â  "Sure, I'm not going anywhere," I
answered a little breathlessly. Â  With that, Carrie slid back the other
way and got out of the car.  Although I wanted to slink down as much as
possible so as not to be seen, I found that I had to turn around to see
what the girl was up to.  I noticed that nobody was parked near us for the
moment, so I maneuvered myself to a kneeling position on the seat and
peeked over the headrest.  My friend was getting something out of the
trunk. Â  I watched her slam the back panel shut, and proceed to walk
around to the passenger side of the car.  She flung the door open leaving
me totally exposed, if anyone had been looking in this direction.  My eyes
darted past her, making sure it was clear, then saw her drop her bag to the
ground.  In her other arm, she had a folded blanket. Â  "Here, Erica, cover
yourself with this..." she said as she shook out the blanket now with both
hands. Â  "What?" I stammered, still uncomprehending. Â  Carrie tapped her
foot on the pavement, apparently loosing patience.  "Look, just come out
here, OK?" Â  I swung my legs around on the seat, dropping my bare toes to
the parking lot.  Shyly, I stepped out of the car in front of Carrie. 
Turning my head to the left and the right, my hair brushed my shoulders. 
Instinctively, I had one hand lowered to hide my crotch, the other arm
across my breasts. Â  The taller girl moved forward and draped the blanket
in front of me, wrapping it around my shoulders.  It was red and brown, and
the soft wooly material tickled my nipples.  Carrie took a step back to
evaluate me.  Underneath the covering, my fingers fidgeted as I grasped the
fabric and twisted it around my body so that I was wearing it like a cape.
I found that I could keep the sides clenched shut in my fists, almost as if
I was keeping a jacket closed with my hands.Â  Â  "Yes, that is much
better," Carrie held her chin in one hand and nodded critically. Â  I
looked down, confirming that the hem of the blanket reached midway past my
thighs.  However my knees, lower legs and little feet were all bare and
exposed.  I tried to peer over my shoulder, to get a look behind. Â  "Is my
ass covered?" I asked desperately. Â  Carrie giggled and replied, "Yeah, I
can't see your cute little bottom anymore." Â  I took a few hesitant steps
to the side, and then spun around, embarrassed and frustrated.  "Carrie, I
can't go onto the beach like this!" Â  "Of course you can," my friend
returned defiantly.  "Lots of people bring their blanket onto the beach."
Â  "Not if that's the only thing they are bringing...  or wearing!" I said,
feeling my face blush. Â  The strawberry-blonde flashed her charming smile
and said, "Well that will be our little secret.  Come on, Erica, this is
going to be so fun!" Â  I shuffled back and forth, and brushed my toes
behind my other leg.  Naked under a blanket!  What was she thinking? 
Glancing to my left, I noticed a couple of cars pulling into the parking
lot.  It was so nice outside that I bet it would probably be a crowded day
at the beach.  Looking to my right, I saw Carrie had already skipped ahead
in her bikini top and denim shorts and long tan legs. Â  "Wait up!" I
squeaked and clutched the blanket tightly in front of my body as I rushed
forward. Â  There were a couple of lifeguard-looking dudes near the
entrance to the public beach.  I guess they were officials or something,
because they had whistles that hung from their necks.  While I wanted to
scamper past them quickly, I was afraid of my blanket slipping or getting
whipped away.  And my nipples were growing long again.  I found myself
staring shyly at the two young men, and they were watching me curiously. Â 
Fortunately, Carrie had not run too far toward the beach.  She saw me
dithering there, and swept over to my side.  The strawberry-blonde found
one of my hands and started to pull me forward.  With my one other hand, I
clutched onto that blanket for dear life! Â  "Don't worry," Carrie turned
and said to the lifeguards, "she's with me." Â  I put my head down, and the
two of us walked onto the beach.  Just as I expected, I saw that there was
a multitude of people, a good-sized crowd populating the sandy shore. 
Glancing over my shoulder, I found the two guys following us with their
eyes. Â  "Ohmygosh, Carrie," I looked up at my friend.  "Do you think they
thought I was a little kid?" Â  The taller, buxom young lady smiled back at
me.  "I don't know, Erica.  I bet if you weren't wearing that blanket, they
would see you are all woman.  Are your nipples hard?" Â  "Yes," I admitted
shamefully. Â  Carrie continued to walk forward, squeezing my hand.  "And I
bet your clitoris is sticking out, right?" Â  "Carrie!" I squealed in
shock. "Come on, stop teasing me like that!" Â  Flipping back her mane of
red and golden tresses, she only replied, "Hmmm.  Well, we will find out
soon enough." Â  "What...  what is that supposed to mean?" I gulped. Â  We
pressed on in silence, leaving my mind racing.  I kept my head down, to
watch where my bare feet were going, since I did not want to have an
embarrassing fall.  At least Carrie still had on her sneakers.  We walked
by a lot of people, more young men and women, teenagers, and whole
families. I felt like they were all looking at me.  Did they know? Â  "Just
try to act casual," my friend leaned close to whisper in my ear. Â  I
closed my eyes and shuddered a little.  Resigned to simply let Carrie drag
me where she would, I followed without further protest.  The blanket was
still covering me, as I could feel its tiny fibers tickling my otherwise
nude body.  In this way, I passed concealed through probably a hundred
people or more. Â  Finally we reached a spot, and I could hear the crash of
the waves nearby. Â  "Here we are," Carrie said in a cheerful voice. Â 
Opening my eyes to look around, I was amazed to find she had selected a
spot that was not so surrounded by people.  Oh, there was still everybody
easily within view.  Just not right on top of us, or next to us on either
side.  Maybe it was because we were closer to the water.  I could see a
concession stand not too far behind us.  Further down along the beach,
there appeared to be set up a volleyball net.Â  Â  The twenty-year-old girl
stood in front of me and tugged on the blanket.  "Come on, Erica.  Help me
spread this out on the sand." Â  "What?" my eyes grew wide and I clutched
the blanket even tighter.  "You can't!  You said I could wear this..." Â 
"No, silly," Carrie giggled.  "I said you could wear it so that we could
sneak onto the beach.  You know, temporarily.  But now we need it to lie
on. Hurry up, I'm dying to get my clothes off!" Â  Well, I don't know what
she had in mind, but those words certainly aroused my imagination.  I
opened up the blanket as if it was trench coat and I was flashing her.  For
a few seconds, I just stood there showing her my tits, bellybutton, legs,
and pussy.  Then Carrie reached out her hand, grabbing a fist full of the
fuzzy material.  She nearly yanked the thing off my body, and I only
managed to maintain hold of the edge in front of me with both hands. Â  My
bare butt was totally exposed on a public beach!  Instinctively, my toes
curled in the sand.  The blanket was spread out between the two of us,
almost as if we were setting a tablecloth...  or making a bed.  Carrie
grinned from ear to ear at having me in such a vulnerable state and
position.  That only caused my poor pink nipples to stiffen. Â  We slowly
lowered the blanket to the ground, neat and flat, with me having to bend
over completely nude.  It wasn't very large, obviously, as I had been
wearing it like poncho mere moments ago.  But there was probably enough
room for both Carrie and I to lie down side by side.  At first, I clutched
my hands to my breasts, and then dropped a hand to hide my pussy.  Looking
around, it did not appear that anyone had seen my unveiling. Â 
Immediately, I sank to my knees on the comfortable fabric.  I maneuvered
myself back a little, and then lay down on my stomach.  Sure, this left my
little bottom exposed.  But hopefully no one would notice until they came
too close.  I tried to relax, though I felt my heart pitter-patter beneath
me, and folded my arms under my chin.  Raising my eyes, it seemed Carrie
towered over me. Â  She smiled and popped open the button of her denim
jeans, while simultaneously stepping on one sneaker in order to pull out
her other foot.  Soon she was completely barefoot, and inches from my face
were her perfect manicured toes.  Carrie continued to strip for me, just
like back at my house, pulling her shorts all the way down her legs until
she could step out of them. Â  Now clad in just her bikini, my friend
rolled over onto the blanket next to me and propped herself up on her
elbows.  I was facing toward the water with my ankles crossed.  My butt
cheeks clenched nervously.  Carrie, however, had positioned herself the
opposite way so that her head was close to mine and we could talk face to
face.  I looked at her in her bikini and pouted. Â  "What's the matter,
Erica?" she asked. Â  "Oh, I thought you were going to take off everything,
too," I said bashfully.  "You know..." Â  My friend gasped, pretending to
act shocked, and then teased a lock of my hair.  "Now what fun would that
be?  If you and I were both naked, we would probably end up having sex
right here on the beach.  And then they would throw us out for sure!" Â 
"Mmmm-hmmm," I answered dreamily. Â  After a few minutes, Carrie was
restless and started to shift around.  I of course stayed very still.  But
soon I felt her wandering fingers on my shoulders and back.  It wasn't long
before she was touching my butt, slowly rubbing the smooth bare skin, and
even teasing the top of my crack. Â  "Oooh," a small coo escaped my lips.
Â  Now caressing my claves and feet, the strawberry-blonde suddenly
suggested, "Why don't you flip over on your back, Erica." Â  "I couldn't!"
I lifted my head and glanced past my shoulder at her.  "I mean...  I don't
want you to see." Â  "Don't want me to see, huh?" Carrie broke out into a
broad grin.  "This sounds too intriguing.  What don't you want me to see?
Come on, now, flip over like a good little girl." Â  I bit my lip in
frustration, and all I managed to squeak out was "But..." Â  Instead of
finishing, I took a deep breath and swallowed the lump of fear in my
throat. I mean, people would be walking by us sooner or later.  Still, I
gently rolled to my side, and then turned over completely, staring up at
the sky.  My hands moved to cover my exposed private parts. Â  My friend
only chided me.  "Erica, you can't lay with your arms like that.  It will
certainly look suspicious.  Just relax, and act natural!" Â  "Natural,
huh?" I grumbled. Â  But doing as I was told, I slowly moved my arms off my
body, letting them fall loosely to the ground.  How do these things happen
to me?  Here I was, lying stark naked on a public beach, in the middle of
the afternoon!  Carrie ran her nimble fingers down my stomach, making me
arch my back and spread my legs apart.  Then she came around to inspect me.
Â  "Oh, now I see," she said very seriously.  "You've got a wet pussy,
Miss! That's what I was afraid of.  I don't want you to stain the blanket,
tee hee." Â  I was blushing from head to toe, while the precocious young
lady reached for her tote bag and pulled out some Kleenex tissues.  She was
kneeling next to me, preparing to pat down my legs, inside my thighs. Â 
"Carrie, please..." I muttered. Â  Too late, she was cleaning up my fluids,
which absolutely humiliated me.  There was nothing I could do, though but
let her minister to me like I was a child who soiled herself.  Even worse,
there was nothing left for me to hide. Â  "AAAAHHHH..." I moaned when she
made direct contact with my sensitive pussy. Â  Carrie only chuckled, and
continued to wipe down my crotch.  She was very thorough.  When she was
done, I was not completely dry.  My excited vagina was still moist, but at
least I didn't have any juices running down my leg.  With her bare fingers,
Carrie puckered out my rubbery pussy lips, making a suitable presentation
of my pubic area! Â  "Your clit is enormous today, Erica," she informed me.
"Clearly visible..." Â  I know.  Even without her touching myself, I could
sense the pink nub hyper-extended and pushing out of its clitoral hood. 
Not just poking out, but sticking out for the whole world to see.  This was
so embarrassing! Â  "Carrie, do you think my pussy lips are too big?" I
asked, feeling self-conscious.  "I mean, my labia...  when they are
unfolded, and just hanging out..." Â  Putting her hand below my
bellybutton, she answered, "Oh my, no!  I love the way they look!  They are
so sexy, Erica.  It's great that you shave completely, because you can
really see every last detail.  And they are symmetrical, too.  Like pretty
butter-fly wings."Â Â Â  Â  "Yeah, well..." I closed my eyes and absently
started rubbing a long nipple.  "Sometimes when I am running around naked,
I can feel them, dangling between my legs and flapping in the wind." Â 
Carrie continued to rub my stomach.  "I bet that feels incredible.  And
when the breeze tickles your hairless pussy out in the open..." Â  "Ohhh...
Uh!" I gasped, starting to buck my hips. Â  Suddenly, I heard a domineering
female voice coming from above, "What the hell is she doing?" Â  I heard
Carrie giggle and answer, "I'd say it looks like Erica is having an
involuntary orgasm!" Â  Immediately, I opened up my eyes, and found myself
staring up at my blonde-headed nemesis from high school, Lisa.  She was
dressed in a black bikini, no shoes.  Turning my head, I saw that my friend
Alicia was with her.  Then to my shock, and utter embarrassment, I saw that
they were accompanied by two of our other classmates from high school, John
and Henry!  So here I was, lying in front of five people, two of them
guys...  pussy up and stark nude! Â  "Involuntary?" Lisa asked with disdain
in her voice.  "So it wasn't her idea to come to the beach without any
clothes?" Â  Standing at her side, John's eyes roamed the length of my
outstretched body and said, "Looking good, Erica!" Â  At this, Lisa curled
her lip and took a step closer.  She was right in front of me.  In fact, I
even spread my legs further apart so she could stand between my ankles. 
The young woman took advantage of the situation by placing the toes of her
bare foot gently on my hairless pussy. Â  "Aaah," I gasped and clenched my
fists. Â  "Tell me why you are out here naked," Lisa demanded from me. 
"From the beginning." Â  But first, she continued to massage my crotch. 
She was able to pinch my puckered out pussy lips between her toes, playing
with them and then rubbing my clit.  Then, in front of everybody, she stuck
her toe inside my pussy and wiggled it around. Â  "Oh God, Lisa," I
sqealed. "You're going to make me cum!" Â  The blonde bitch only smirked,
"Then you had better tell me everything." Â  So I was forced to describe my
day, starting with the humiliating adventure with Alicia's cousin.  Then I
told them how upon my return, Carrie found me and masturbated me in my back
yard.  There was the trip to the gas station, and all those people who saw
me there.  That was the last time I had been wearing clothes, which Carrie
now had locked in the trunk of her car.  As I explained the ride to the
beach and wearing a blanket, Lisa kept me on edge the whole time.  My story
was interrupted several times by squeals and squirming and moaning out
loud. Â  Alicia, my best friend, was laughing.  "I was going to take Jimmy
to the beach today.  Now I see he already got an eyeful of you, Erica." Â 
"How many orgasms have you had today?" Lisa asked, slowly withdrawing her
foot. Â  "She must be the horniest girl I know," Henry observed.  "Look how
long her nipples are!" Â  Meanwhile, I just lay there writhing on the
blanket, letting five people watch me.  My hands were now roaming all over
my body and I licked my lips.  Under the bright sun, I was so bare and
pink, and they saw everything. Â  "All right, that's enough!" Lisa said,
apparently loosing her patience.  "Up on your feet, Erica." Â  She reached
down and grabbed me by the arm.  I whined and struggled a bit, but Lisa is
much stronger than me.  Soon, I was standing in the middle of everyone. 
Self-consciously, I tried to cover up, only to have my arms pulled out of
the way.  Carrie had found a comb, and was brushing out my shoulder-length
hair while rubbing my back.  As I stood with my feet separated, I know my
aroused labia were unfolded and dangling.  My clitoris was still wiggling
up and down. Â  The blonde bitch now placed a finger under my chin, making
me look her in the eye.  "I am thirsty.  In fact, I think we could all use
a drink.  Go over to the concession stand and bring us some refreshments.
Get drinks for everyone, except for yourself." Â  "Don't worry, Erica, I'll
let you have a sip of mine," Alicia reassured me. Â  I glanced down at my
slim body, and then turned my head in the direction of the refreshment
stand.  "Oh!  But I can't walk around like this..." Â  "Do it," Lisa
insisted, placing her hands on her hips.  "We will be waiting for you." Â 
Well, Lisa looked so hot standing there in her bikini.  I opened my mouth
to object, but couldn't say anything.  This was so embarrassing, especially
with John and Henry watching me, and I felt helpless.  Of course, the
humiliation only made me more excited. Â  "Not much has changed since high
school," John grinned. Â  Carrie had gone into her bag and returned to my
side with a twenty-dollar bill.  "Here you go, sweetie.  Just like at the
gas station!" Â  I took the money between my fingers, and then rubbed my
arm as I hesitated.  The concession stand was maybe sixty yards away,
behind us.  I could see people going up to it, getting ice creams and
sodas, and then leaving.  My friends were watching to see what I would do.
Waiting for last customers to go back toward the beach, I took a deep
breath. Â  Completely naked, I started walking across the sand. Â  At
first, my eyes darted in every direction.  Looking over my shoulder, I saw
my own friends smile and wave, encouraging me.  My tight little bottom
clenched, my whole body was tingling.  Did anyone else notice the nude girl
strolling up to the snack bar?  What if the lifeguards caught me!  I had
the hand with the money clutched in front of my pussy, holding my lowered
arm with my other hand.  The warm sand did feel really nice beneath my
toes. Â  Because there was no one else presently being serviced at the
stand, I was able to walk up to the counter before the attendant noticed
me. To my good fortune, I realized that standing right up against front of
the stand, I was hidden from the waist down.  Only my bellybutton was
visible.  So cradling an arm in front of my small perky breasts, I cleared
my throat. Â Â  "Excuse me," I said nervously. Â  Turning around from
whatever he was doing, a young man faced me.  Around a corner, another girl
came out wearing an apron.  They looked like they were about my age. Â 
"Hi, can we help you?" the young lady asked nicely. Â  I brushed my toes up
and down the calf of my other leg and said, "Yeah...  can I get five, ah,
five ice cherry drinks, please." Â  "Um, is something wrong?" the guy
asked. Â  Looking down, I saw that I had switched the positioning of my
arms, and now held one hand each in front of my tits.  Hiding my erect
nipples, this must have seemed strange standing there.  I looked around,
and saw another group of people now heading toward the stand.  I had to get
out of here! Â  "Listen, this is kind of embarrassing," I confessed
desperately.  "But I lost my top in the water..." Â  The girl was preparing
the drinks, heard me and laughed.  "And you couldn't throw on a shirt or
something?" Â  "Ah, you know how it is," I said bouncing up on my toes,
worried about the new customers coming closer.  "My friends teased me and
made me get them some refreshments before they would give me something to
wear!" Â  The college-aged guy had placed a tray on the counter and was
fitting the plastic cups into the slots.  "So you walked all the way over
here, even though you lost your bikini top?" Â  "She lost her bikini
bottoms, too!" a boy's voice called out in back of my head. Â  Spinning my
head, the ends of my hair swished over my shoulder as I spotted four boys
lined up behind me.  They reminded me of Alicia's cousin Jimmy and looked
about thirteen-years-old, which meant they were about as tall as me.  Their
curious eyes scanned the length of my bare back as well as my ass, and my
slender legs. Â  "Wait...  you mean she's naked?" the guy at the counter
asked. Â  I was blushing from head to toe.  Why couldn't the ground open up
and swallow me?  Six people now, I was fully nude in between six strangers!
Â  "Keep it in your pants," the counter girl admonished her co-worker, then
turned to me.  "I hope you at least brought money, honey?" Â  The secret
out, I dropped my arms to my sides, placing the twenty-dollar bill on the
counter.  I could tell the young man wanted to say something about my
succulent nipples, but he thought better of it.  The girl took the cash and
rang up the register. Â  "You better take your drinks and put some clothes
on," the girl said, adding with a wink, "Before you get into trouble." Â  I
could only nod my head as I reached to pick up the tray.  Behind me, I
heard the boys laughing.  I'm sure they would go back and tell their
parents or whomever they were with.  The tray was heavy with the five
drinks, and I had to use both hands to carry it.  This left my female
genitalia completely uncovered as I turned around.  As I took a few steps
forward, I glanced over my shoulder shyly and saw the counter-girl smack
the other guy's arm. Â  "She's only sixteen," I heard her say.  "Silly
kid." Â  "I think she's hot," one of the boys was telling his buddies. Â 
Actually, I'm twenty.  But I guess that didn't matter.  With the tray
lifted high on my chest, the icy drinks kept my nipples hard and pointy.  I
hurried in a straight line to my friends, with my bald pussy on display,
trying to be very careful despite my nudity.  I did not want to spill any
and get Lisa mad at me. Â  When I arrived back at the spot, they made me
stand on the blanket while they surrounded me.  Each one of them took their
drink like I was a serving maid.  When Henry pulled his cup out of the
tray, he made sure to graze my elongated nipple, while his other hand
patted my nude bottom.  They all had their drinks, and I was left with
nothing.  Just like I was wearing. Â  "Cherry?" Lisa asked, criticizing me.
"You got us all cherry?  Couldn't you have been more original?" Â  I placed
the empty cardboard tray in front of my pussy and answered, "I'm sorry... I
couldn't think straight!" Â  Alicia was soon at my side to comfort me. 
First, however, she took the tray away from me and discarded it to the
ground.  Then she asked if I wanted to share her beverage.  I nodded that I
did.  The busty brunette stood in front of me, and held out the cup with
the straw.  I paused for a second, taking a moment to realize that all my
girlfriends had bigger tits than me.  Yet it was my small breasts that were
exposed for everyone to see!  I closed my eyes and sucked on Alicia's
straw. Â  Suddenly, I felt someone's hands on my back.  Massaging my
shoulders, then running down my slender hips.  It was one of the guys, and
off to the side I saw John lying on the beach with Carrie.  Knowing then
who it was behind me, I gasped when Henry leaned forward and kissed me on
my neck. Â  "Oh!  What...  what are you doing!" I said breathlessly. Â  In
reply, Henry reached his arms around, pulling me closed.  His hands found
my bare breasts, and he started teasing my nipples. Â  "It's not fair that
only Lisa gets to have fun with you," the young man said. Â  At that
moment, the blonde bitch walked over and broke up our embrace.  "You know,
that gives me an idea." Â  "I'd like to go home now," I said, hearing the
chill in her voice. Â  "Oh no," Lisa said firmly, patting me on the cheek.
"I still want to have more fun with you, Erica.  You are going to play a
little volleyball with John and Henry here.  If they win, I'll let Henry
make out with you until you have an orgasm." Â  As the boys whistled and
celebrated, I was blushing furiously.  The truth was, I was so horny, that
I didn't mind any one of them touching me.  But it was embarrassing to have
Lisa control me and decide my sexual desires.  I thought back to Ty from
much earlier in the day, and how close I had come to having sex.  Although
I once had a crush on Henry, I wasn't sure I wanted to lose my virginity to
him. Â  "Carrie, go find us a volleyball," Lisa commanded. Â  The
strawberry-blonde was on it, with a giggle and a salute.  She headed off
toward the more crowded beach, jiggling all over the place.  I'm sure she
would have no trouble getting what she wanted. Â  That gave me some time to
think before the match started.  "Can Alicia be my partner?" Â  Lisa only
shrugged.  My friend came over and said she was on my side.  Alicia rubbed
my shoulder and gave me an affectionate kiss on the cheek.  I was so
sensitive right now, even a simple friendly gesture sent an erotic thrill
through my body. Â  After a few minutes, Carrie came sauntering back to our
group, tossing a volleyball up and down.  That gave me an idea, and I
turned toward Lisa. Â  "How about we make this a little more interesting,"
I suggested.  "Since I'm putting something on the line, I think there
should be a prize if me and Alicia win." Â  "That sounds fair," my friend
and partner said.  "What do you have in mind, cutie?" Â  I licked my lips
and answered, "If we win...  then Lisa and Carrie have to strip NAKED! 
Right here on the beach!  Then you'll know how it feels." Â  "I'm up for
it," Carrie immediately agreed.  "If Erica and Alicia win, I will take off
my bikini and stay completely nude." Â  But Lisa seemed to be considering
more slowly.  "I don't know.  That might be too tempting for the boys to
throw the match.  Unless..." Â  John and Henry only looked at each other
and grinned.  It seemed that either way, they came out winners.  But this
was not about them.  This was about me getting even with Lisa. Â  "OK,"
Lisa finally decided.  "I'll take off my bikini too, if you win, Erica. 
But slight change of plans.  I am going to be your volleyball partner." Â 
"What?" Alicia and I both shouted at the same time. Â  "Don't you think
there might be, um, a conflict of interest?" I asked, pressing the issue.
"I mean, if we win, you have to get naked.  So won't you try to lose on
purpose?" Â  Lisa walked up close to me, reaching down to place her finger
on my clit.  "I guess you'll have to try extra...  hard!" Â  My legs
trembled as I moaned beneath her touch.  She had such a way with me, that I
could never refuse, no matter what she said.  Lisa then spun me around and
started marching me off toward the volleyball net.  Soon the other girls
and the other two guys joined us.  Even though they were in bathing suits,
it was still awkward for me being the only one fully nude. Â  Thankfully,
there was so one else using the net.  But like the concession stand, there
was no telling when other people on the beach might come this way.  I hoped
we could finish the game quickly.  As John and Henry walked around to one
side, Lisa explained the rules, which she no doubt made up on the spot. Â 
"We will play to see who gets to three points first.  If Team Erica is
victorious, then Carrie and I will remove our bikinis and you all get to
see us in our birthday suits.  If the boys win, then Henry gets to give
Erica an orgasm right here on the beach.  Alicia will be the referee." Â 
The six of us agreed, although I still didn't think it was very fair.  I
realized, strolling around the net on my bare toes, that this was no time
for being shy.  I would have to be nimble, and let it all hang out, if I
was going to play well.  And I wasn't even that athletic. Â  Carrie stayed
on the sidelines, doing a teasing dance.  Alicia took the ball from her and
walked up to the center of the net.  This would be to decide who serves
first.  She waited until John, Henry, Lisa and I were in positions, and
then she tossed the volleyball high in the air. Â  At once, I sprinted
forward, my little tits bouncing up and down, The boys came running in my
direction, broad smiles on their faces.  We all reached the net and jumped
as the ball started its descent.  Doing this nude, my nipples brushed the
black threads of the netting. Â  "Oh!" I gasped, and missed the ball. Â 
The boys however did not, and either John or Henry smacked the volleyball,
spiking it on my side of the net.  I landed on my ass in the sand.  Turning
my head, I saw that Lisa did not even run up to the net for this first
play. She just stood there, coolly blowing on her fingernails. Â  "John and
Henry serve first," Alicia announced, moving to collect the white rubber
sphere. Â  As I stood up, I brushed sand off my legs and bare butt in
frustration.  I even glared at Lisa.  Of course, she wasn't paying
attention to me.  So I turned to get into position, with arms at my sides,
standing full frontal before the boys. Â  That didn't seem to distract
them, as Henry made the first serve.  He popped the ball in the air with
his fist, sending it sailing over the net, toward Lisa.  I waited
expectantly for her to make the return volley.  Instead, she only stood
there, and let the ball hit the ground at her feet. Â  "Point for the
boys," Alicia called out. Â  "You're not even pretending to try!" I whined,
stamping my little foot. Â  Lisa picked up the ball, glancing at me
imperiously.  "Maybe I just want to make it interesting." Â  She tossed the
ball over the net, back to John.  They would get to serve again.  But this
time I knew what to expect.  I put my hands on my thighs, crouching a
little in anticipation, my pussy lips wiggling between my legs.  No time to
think about that now, even though I was blushing. Â  The young man smacked
the ball toward our side, spinning closer toward Lisa.  This time, I dashed
to my left, swinging my arm out to hit the ball back over the net.  It
didn't go that far, just barely clearing the net.  Henry ran up and was
able to get another spike shot in, driving the ball immediately into the
sand on our side.  I never had a chance to get to it. Â  "Two points for
John and Henry!" Alicia called out, almost cheerfully. Â  Carrie on the
sidelines clapped her hands, but then pouted.  "Too bad, I thought I might
get to work on an all-over tan." Â  That comment caused my heart to beat
faster, thinking how I had a chance to get the buxom strawberry-blonde nude
on the beach with me.  But I had to concentrate.  This wasn't over yet.  I
briefly lifted my hands to my own breasts, lightly touching my erect
nipples.  They were nice and hard, and I left them sticking straight out as
I turned to face the boys. Â  It was Henry's turn to serve again.  By now,
I knew their game plan.  Lisa was obviously no help to me.  He would hit
the ball in her direction.  I was ready for it, I just had to get a lucky
return shot in, to at least get us on the score board.  My fists clenched,
my toes curled in the sand.  I was totally naked, but I didn't care.  My
eyes darted to Lisa who was looking quite bored. Â  Henry was directly
across from me on the other side of the net.  Swinging his arm up, he
punched the ball high in the air.  Instinctively, I turned my head to the
left, getting ready to run into position.  Then, to my shock, I saw out of
the corner of my eye that the volleyball was aimed straight at me! Â  I was
caught off balance, having shifted my weight to make a lunge to the side.
Now I had to run forward as the white sphere came hurling at me.  Nude
volleyball!  I couldn't believe I was playing nude volleyball! 
Desperately, I slapped at the ball with both my hands, sending it over to
the boys.  But momentum carried me forward -- and Henry was easily able to
make a return serve.  This time, the ball sailed in Lisa's direction, but
there was nothing I could do about it. Â  With a poof, the volleyball
landed in the sand. Â  "John and Henry win!" Alicia called out.Â Â Â  Â  I
felt numb for a moment as I just stood there.  Henry was quickly around the
net and had an arm around my shoulder.  My body responded, tingling at his
touch.  John joined his friend around the other side. Â  "How about a kiss
for the winners, Erica?" he asked. Â  A little breathless, I closed my eyes
and puckered my lips.  Was I really going to let these guys play with me
while my girlfriends watched?  Suddenly, I felt his mouth around my breast,
sucking and licking the nipple! Â  "Oh!" I gasped.  "Mmmm --.  Wait!" Â 
Behind me, Henry had both hands on my hips and was giving my ass a good
rub. John pulled away as Lisa stepped forward.  I looked at her dreamily,
while my bottom was being fondled. Â  "Are we going to do this here?" I
purred. Â  Lisa ran a finger down my stomach, and then touched my sensitive
pussy, searching for my clit.  "I think the next group is here to use the
volleyball net.  We better find some place more private.  I hope I don't
have to drag you --" Â  "Ahhh --" I moaned as she flicked my clitoris up
and down.  Henry was sucking on my earlobe.  "Mmmm -- no!  Yes -- I'll go
wherever you want me to!" Â  Lisa instructed us to follow her.  Apparently,
Carrie had already gotten the blanket and Alicia gathered up the rest of
our things.  Together we walked down the stretch of beach.  How long were
they going to keep me on edge?  I think we passed some people, but I was
kind of in a daze.  Being the smallest and in the middle, I don't know if
they saw that I was nude. Â  Finally, we came to a path that led behind
some reeds.  Tucked away from the main public area, there was an isolated
clearing.  Here, Carrie and Alicia spread out the blanket.  My legs
trembling, I lowered myself to the ground, lying on my back just like they
had found me.  My arms were stretched out above my head, which was turned
on the side resting my cheek on the soft blanket.  In this way, I was
completely exposed, completely vulnerable.  A delicate flower waiting to be
plucked.  And all my friends from high school would get to watch. Â  John
and Henry made themselves comfortable on either side of me.  I held my
breath anxiously, but soon enough their fingers were touching my nude body.
They started slowly running their hands down my sides, caressing the bare
skin of my hips and tummy.  I forgot who was who, as I closed my eyes and
simply enjoyed the sensuality of it all. Â  When my nipples began to be
teased, the rest of my body reacted.  I moaned out loud and arched my back.
I couldn't help it, but I made it so obvious what gave me the most
pleasure. Fingers ran down the length of my legs as I raised my own hands
to squeeze my small breasts.  Someone sucked on my toes, driving me wild.
Â  "Play with it -- play with my pussy!" I cried out in absolute ecstasy.
Â  Â One of the boys began kissing my inner thigh, and I knew I wouldn't
last much longer.  All the events of the day were building up to a massive
orgasm.  I squirmed and moaned and gave into my desire.  Looking down, I
saw Henry licking my shaved pubic mound. Â  "Oh -- Oh, yeah -- Oh, oh
--don't stop -- Ah!" I gasped. Â  The young man crawled up my body and
kissed me on the mouth.  His tongue flicked over mine, while his hand
stayed down to tickle my vagina.  Soon he inserted a finger inside my pink
slit, and began pushing in and out.  My bare pussy lips rubbed against his
hand as he fingered me in front of all our friends. Â  This was it, and I
moaned, "I'm -- I'm going to cum!" Â  Henry pressed his thumb on my
clitoris, moving it up and down and in a circle, and I started to squirt. I
was embarrassed because I had never let a boy masturbate me like this
before.  But I was also a little frustrated, because part of me wanted him
inside me for the first time.  Instead, I lifted my legs as my little wet
pussy pulsed with a series of orgasms. Â  "Oooooh -- uh-uh --mmmm -- Oh! 
Oh!  YEEEEESSSS!!!!" Â  "Wow, nice one, Erica!" the strawberry-blonde
Carrie was cradling my head in her lap. Â  All I could do was lie there
with my knees wide apart, every intimate detail of my anatomy on display.
My friend gently brushed my hair, as I rested a hand on my bare tummy.  I
was spent. Â  "What are we going to do about these two?" I heard Alicia
ask. Â  Slowly opening my eyes, I saw that John and Henry were standing off
to the side, with large bulges in the front of their bathing suits.  If
only they could lose those trunks, it would be quite a sight for us ladies!
Lisa walked over to the boys, and slipped a hand into each of their
waistbands. Â  "Hmmm," the bossy blonde said, looking straight at me.  "I
think we can let these guys come back with us, Alicia.  Once we get to my
house, we can finish them off.  See you later, Carrie." Â  She didn't even
say goodbye to me.  Just like that, Lisa led the two young men away.  I can
only imagine how she was dragging them along.  My friend Alicia waved
goodbye to me and blew a kiss, and was then following Lisa. Â  "What are we
going to do?" I looked up at Carrie. Â  The young woman continued to stroke
my face, as always, making my toes curl in the sand.  "I don't know.  We
could follow them, crash over at Lisa's house.  But you have to stay naked,
Erica." Â  "Um, OK," I replied.  "But how do we get off the beach?" Â 
Carrie just smiled and said, "Better get this blanket wrapped around you
--" Â  THE END



   37 - Erica -(TM)s Cell Phone

   I was sitting in the back of the classroom of one of my dull college
lectures.  My schedule changed around a bit this semester, and this was one
of the courses I was taking in the evening.  It wasn -(TM)t too bad, only
Tuesday and Thursday nights, like tonight.  Suddenly, I felt a buzz in my
pocket and I looked around, seeing if anybody noticed.  It was my cell
phone.  I had set the ring tone to silent, but kept it on vibrate. 
Bashfully, I pulled the slim phone from my jeans pocket so I could see who
was trying to contact me.  From the number, I recognized it was my friend
Carrie.  And then she sent me a text message.  Again, I hurriedly looked
over my shoulder and to my left and right, making sure the professor or any
other students had not heard the disruption of the class.  I lowered my
eyes to peek at the text.   -œHi, Erica! - it said with a smiley face. 
Then my eyes went wide.  One more time, I glanced around the room
nervously, but no one was paying attention to me.  Snapping my cell phone
shut, I grabbed my bag and quietly slid out from behind my desk.  Without
causing a commotion, I was able to leave through the side door at the back
of the room.  I passed only a few people in the hallway, other students who
were on break from other classes.  This wing of the building did not seem
too crowded.  Nevertheless, I found the nearest stairwell, and hurried to
the ground floor.  My sneakers echoed around me.  Once more, I checked the
cell phone in my hand, to make sure I read Carrie -(TM)s text message
correctly.  I burst through the doorway, and quickly turned to search for
one of the restrooms on this level.  However, I was stopped when one of my
professors saw me.   -œErica, is that you? - he called out to me.  At
first I thought to ignore him, but then I mumbled,  -œYes, sir, it -(TM)s
me. -  -œI didn -(TM)t realize you were taking evening classes this
semester, - the man said, seeming to show an interest in my studies.  
-œYou are already in one of my courses earlier in the day.  I doubt you
could put up with more of my lectures at night. - He was much taller than
me, and I had to look up to answer,  -œNo, sir.  I mean -- um, yes, that
would be fine -- it -(TM)s just -- I have a heavy schedule this semester!
-  -œI understand, - he smiled at my flustered response.   -œI just hope
it is not too overwhelming for you, Erica.  You are not running late to
class are you? -  -œNo!  I just stepped out to use the, um, ladies room.
- Oh, God this was humiliating!  The professor waved me off, saying, 
-œSee you in class tomorrow morning. - I waited until he turned and headed
back down the hallway.  Then I adjusted the strap of my backpack over my
shoulder, and made my way toward the restroom.  With one hand, I pushed
open the door, disappearing into the relative privacy.  There was no one
else here.  I dropped my bag to the floor.  My heart was still racing.  I
don -(TM)t know why the brief encounter with my professor had me so shaken.
Again, I glanced down at my cell phone, to check the text message.  And
then I kicked off my sneakers.  One was lying on its side, the other with
the rubber sole on the tiled floor.  I put my phone on the counter in front
of the long bathroom mirror, then stepped back so I could pull off my
shirt. Today I was wearing a white bra, which covered my small breasts. 
Working quickly, my fingers reached behind me and unhooked the clasp.  I
let the bra fall to the floor with my shirt.  Crouched down, I opened up my
back pack and proceeded to stuff the items inside along with my sneakers.
Then I stood up again and unbuttoned the front of my jeans.  The tight
denim material slid down my slender legs.  Once these were off, I folded
them neatly and fit them in my black backpack as well.  I paused, and
looked around the enclosed space of the women -(TM)s restroom.  My tits
were perky in front of me.  Closing my eyes, I slipped my thumbs inside the
elastic waistband of white sheer panties.  Fingers trembled and I had
butterflies in my tummy.  As I pulled the back down, I felt my bottom
exposed.  That was all it took, and I continued to drop my panties all the
way to my feet.  Oh God, if someone walked in right now, I would be
mortified!  This thought made me act quickly, lifting my toes and stepping
out of the silky underwear.  I reached down to pick them up and hurriedly
stuff them in the backpack.  Also, I grabbed my cell phone and put it away
with the rest of my books and clothes.  Resisting the urge to hug the nylon
bag to my body, instead I slipped the one strap over my bare shoulder. 
Totally nude, I moved toward the bathroom door.  First, I opened it just a
crack, so I could peek my face out and decide if it was safe.  The bottom
floor of the building was quiet, with most of the evening classes taking
place upstairs.  But if other students were allowed a break at this time,
they might come down here to use the restrooms, and there were vending
machines around here.  My hand pulled open the door, and then I walked into
the wide hallway.  I listened to it close behind me.  In my other hand, I
squeezed the shoulder strap of my bag, feeling it rest against my bare
back. Blushing, I took one more step away from the relative safety of the
ladies room.  Now I let my fingers absently brush my stomach.  I traced a
circle around my cute little bellybutton, which was on display.  Finally, I
lowered the hand to cover my bald pussy as I started for the front of the
building.  I couldn -(TM)t believe I was doing this!  My heart was beating
faster now, and I couldn -(TM)t help but look one more time behind me. 
There was about another hour or so remaining before class let out for the
evening.  I willed my legs to move forward, not wanting to linger and get
caught like this.  The dark glass of the exit loomed before me, allowing my
eyes to catch my naked reflection.  With one hand tight around the shoulder
strap on my bag, and the other hand cupping my hairless vulva, I stepped in
front of the door used for disabled students access.  This opened
automatically, and I rushed through.  Outside, I felt the night air on my
body.  My nipples were instantly erect, sticking out pink from my otherwise
fair skin.  I shivered, but not because it was cold.  Taking a few more
barefoot steps onto the plaza in front of the building, I paused, and then
looked around nervously.   -œCarrie! - I whispered harshly.  I didn -(TM)t
want to call any attention to myself.  But her text message simply said to
meet her outside.  After I undressed, of course.  She was very clear about
that part.  I had to take off every single item.  In my mind, I could still
see the winking emoticon.  Not hearing any reply, I walked even further
away from the college building.  Up ahead there was a low circular brick
wall, and in the middle the school planted manicured hedges.  It kind of
obscured my view of the path beyond.  Plus, it was dark out.  Suddenly, a
young woman came bounding toward me, around the curve of the masonry.  She
had long, strawberry-blonde hair.  And she was grinning from ear to ear.  
-œOh, Erica, you did it! - Carried squealed with playful delight.   -œYou
got my message! -  -œUh-huh, - I said, shocked that I had walked so far
from my class, and a little breathless.  My friend was wearing jeans that
hugged her round bottom.  She was taller than me, and had on a top that
only reminded me her breasts are bigger than mine.  I was feeling very
self-conscious about my small tits as we stood in front of one another.  
-œSo where are your clothes? - Carrie giggled.  I slipped the black
backpack around and held it with both hands in front of myself.   -œIn
here. Everything -(TM)s in here. - The young woman held out her arms in
request.   -œLet me see, Erica. - Reluctantly, after looking left and
right and over my shoulder, I gave the bag to her.  This momentarily left
me with nothing.  I felt even more exposed, if that was possible, and
slapped an arm across my chest and hid my pussy with my other hand.  Behind
me, my ass cheeks clenched as I anxiously stood up on my toes.  Carrie had
opened the zipper so she could idly pick through the items inside my
backpack.  It seemed to take forever.  I was sure I was going to get
caught. Finally, I gasped,  -œSo -- what happens now? - Through her red
and golden tresses, she peered back at me with mischievous green eyes.  
-œNow you go back to class, Erica. -  -œWhat! - I nearly shrieked, and
even dropped my arms.   -œI can -(TM)t go back to class like this! - We
were standing outside, not very far from the academic building where other
students might exit.  At least it was dark, although I -(TM)m sure my bare
skin must stand out if anyone looked closely.  I turned my head again, to
notice the lights at the building -(TM)s entrance, as well as windows up on
the second and third floors.   -œAw, you are so cute and nude! - Carrie
teased.   -œHere -(TM)s the deal.  I will let you have your bag back, after
I confiscate all your clothes.  Then you return to your classroom -- - I
trembled and repeated in a small voice,  -œGo to class naked with just my
backpack? -  -œOr, - the strawberry-blonde held up her hand, indicating
that I had a choice,  -œyou can come along with me, Erica, but I get to
keep your bag and all the stuff inside! - Bringing a finger to my lip, I
slowly turned around and faced the building.  It -(TM)s like I wanted to
show Carrie my bare ass, and make her realize I was completely naked!  My
mind raced, wondering what would be the better option.  Of course I knew I
couldn -(TM)t go back to the classroom, but part of me fantasized about it.
At last, I turned around again to look at the young woman.   -œI can -(TM)t
do it!  I -(TM)m too scared -- -  -œGood, - Carrie hefted my backpack
over her shoulder.   -œI was hoping to get you to hang out with me. - Her
eyes lowered, and I followed her gaze.  My outer pussy lips had parted and
my pink labia were unfolding.  Even though we were friends, I was still
greatly embarrassed by this uncontrollable display of my arousal.  To make
matters worse, I had lost my only covering.  My arms dangled helplessly at
my sides as my nipples poked out long and hard.  The precocious young woman
tossed back her mane of hair and smiled at me.  She spun around, to head
back toward the winding path that cut through our college campus.  I ran my
hands through my own wavy brown shoulder-length hair.  What was I supposed
to do?  I followed after Carrie.   -œWait up! - I squeaked, wanting to
stay close to her.  OK, this was weird, walking around my college naked at
night.  It -(TM)s not like streaking, since my friend walked at a casual
pace.  I moved at her side, sometimes clasping both hands over my pussy,
sometimes holding my hands in front of my breasts.  Sometimes, I twirled
around as we walked, because I was nervous and worried about who might see
me from behind.  After a while, I asked Carrie,  -œUm -- can we get off the
main path? - Looking around at the wide lawns to either side of us, she
answered,  -œWhat -(TM)s the matter, Erica?  Do your pretty little feet
hurt? - The real reason was that I was certain we were going to run into
other students very soon.  We had come close to the residence halls and the
parking lots were not too far.  I thought Carrie was going to take me to
her car and drive me somewhere.   -œOh, no, we are going to continue our
evening stroll, - she told me.   -œBut we can cut across the grass here.
- I watched as she departed from the paved walkway and started moving in a
new direction.  Then, I hurried to follow her.  My bare butt bounced
playfully.  At first, I was relieved to be off the campus path and less
likely to be seen.  However, the short blades of grass tickled my bare
feet, making me more aware of my nudity.  The sensations cause my skin to
tingle, and I secretly touched one of my nipples.  This was outrageous!  I
screamed to myself, and a part of me wanted to ask Carrie to give me my
clothes back.  But I only mustered the courage to ask my friend,  -œWhere
are we going? - The strawberry blonde smiled down at me.   -œI thought we
might get a bite to eat.  There is a place that opened up, just outside the
campus.  It -(TM)s a gourmet hot dog take-out restaurant. -  -œI hadn
-(TM)t noticed, - I mumbled.  Together we passed over the moonlit lawn. 
This early in Spring, it was still warm outside.  I only hoped Carrie knew
where she was going.  It was difficult for me to concentrate and keep my
sense of direction, before feeling lost.  And then, after a few more
minutes, we approached a two lane street.  I thought I recognized it as the
one that led to the college entrance.  Confident, Carrie stepped out onto
the side of the road.  More bashful, I slipped behind her.  A pair of
headlights flooded the quiet avenue as a car drove by in the night.  The
driver honked the horn, but continued on past us.   -œOh my gosh! - I
cried next to my taller friend.



   38  -" Erica at the Barbeque By American Cowboy

   Late in May, I was invited to a barbeque get-together with Carrie and
Alicia, and a few friends from college.  What I didn -(TM)t know was that
Lisa would be there too, the bossy blonde bitch who had always picked on me
in high school.  The girls told me it would be fine, but there were already
people around who I didn -(TM)t recognize, and immediately felt shy and
nervous.

   Still, it was a beautiful sunny afternoon.  I was dressed in shorts that
showed off my slender legs, and a T-shirt with no bra underneath.  Also, I
was wearing sneakers with no socks.  My outfit was comfortable enough. 
Again, had I known who was going to be at the house, I think I would have
put more clothes on.

   The house itself belonged to one of my college professors.  An older
student was working with him on a research project, and had access to the
property while the professor was away.  By older student, I mean a guy in
is mid-twenties, who supposedly seemed decent enough from what I had heard.
But for me being innocent and nineteen-years-old, the whole idea was
exciting as well as making me anxious.

   Upon arriving at the house with my friends from school, we found that
Lisa was already in the backyard.  She was there along with a handful of
other college students of mixed company, guys and girls.  Don -(TM)t ask me
how they even managed to arrange to use the house, or how my friends got
involved, except for the one graduate and I guess some connections.

   Right away, Lisa started teasing me about my small breasts in front of
everyone!

    -œCut it out, - I remember whining as the other young men and women
laughed, even Alicia and Carrie.

   For some reason, I had to urge to step out of my sneakers.  As if I
could do anything to distract from the verbal undressing Lisa was giving
me. I realized then that she was really annoyed.  As if she didn -(TM)t
want me to even be here.  Somehow, my friends brought me along anyway,
against Lisa -(TM)s wishes.  At that moment, it made me feel so grateful of
Alicia and Carrie for sticking by me.

    -œWhy, I bet Erica -(TM)s not even wearing a training bra under that
T-shirt! - the blonde young woman continued to get laughs at my expense.

    -œNo -- maybe! - I replied, confused, whirling around to see many
faces I did not recognize.

   Lisa, sensing she had me right in the crosshairs, folded her arms in
triumph.   -œThen go ahead, lift up your shirt. -

   It -(TM)s like we were in high school all over again.   -œNo!  I won
-(TM)t -- you -(TM)re right, Lisa, I -(TM)m not wearing a bra! -

   My face blushed in embarrassment as I made the admission.  The reason of
course was because my breasts were so small.  Even with Carrie and Alicia
on either side of me, resting a reassuring hand on my shoulder, I was
envious of my two friends who were more developed.

   The other guests at the house had apparently enjoyed enough of my
torment, as they started to spread out and seek amusement elsewhere.  A
couple of guys went over to the barbeque grill to make preparations and get
things started.  Some girl went in search of stereo speakers they could use
to pump out party music.  I thought I could hang around with my friends,
but Alicia suddenly disappeared.  And I saw Carrie off in the distance, the
strawberry-blonde already the center of flirtatious attention.

   I kind of wandered around, not really talking much.  Most of the college
students here were strangers to me, and I -(TM)m not very good at making
new friends.  I longed for the company of my friends, even Lisa, who at
least I knew since high school.

   Then I turned, and saw Alicia come out of the house.  She was wearing a
black bikini.  Putting her hands to the sides of her mouth, she called to
the other guests.

    -œHey, girls!  Let -(TM)s try out the swimming pool! - the busty
brunette suggested.

   There followed a rush of young women, hurrying to get inside so they
could change.

   I looked up at Alicia, confused.   -œNo one told me to bring a swimsuit
-- -

    -œWe didn -(TM)t mention it? - my friend smiled.   -œOh, sorry, Erica.
Well I guess you can always go swimming in your underwear.  Just like the
time we were at the water park, a few years ago! -

   Ugh, I didn -(TM)t want to be reminded of that episode, and I folded my
arms across my chest.   -œBut I -(TM)m still not wearing a bra! -

    -œWhat -(TM)s that about Erica not being able to wear a bra? - I heard
Lisa -(TM)s mocking voice behind me.

   Looking over my shoulder, I saw her approach in a pink bikini, along
with some other girls.

    -œI was only saying she should go in the pool in her panties, -
Alicia, my best friend, responded.   -œBecause she forgot to bring a
swimsuit. -

   Lisa tossed back her luxurious blonde hair, unimpressed.   -œI say let
the little princess go skinny-dipping. -

    -œNo! - I squeaked.

   The others laughed.  To my amazement, I watched Carrie then bounce out
of the professor -(TM)s house, wearing only a towel.  Or so it seemed.  She
was such a tease.  But she quickly whipped the covering away to reveal a
green two-piece bathing suit that highlighted her soft red and golden
tresses, as well as her curvy figure.  There were definitely appreciative
whistles from the guys in the group.

   However, Lisa was determined to bring the attention back to me, and not
in a good way.

    -œWell if you -(TM)re not going swimming with us, - she insisted, 
-œthen you can make yourself useful and help out at the grill. -

   I only turned my head for a moment, to notice a couple of hot guys in
their early twenties working at the barbeque.  But in the next instance,
Lisa had a hand on the collar of my T-shirt and was shoving me forward. 
Even though she was barefoot and I was still in sneakers, the blonde young
woman was taller than me.

   Half stumbling, half dancing across the backyard patio, when we reached
the party -(TM)s cooks, Lisa introduced us.   -œHey, Brad -- hey, Steve. 
This is Erica, and she is going to be assisting you. -

   Brad looked like a surfer, with sandy brown hair.  Steve was darker and
had a close-cropped beard going on.

    -œHey, Erica, - they both said in unison.

   I averted my eyes shyly, barely able to muster a little wave.  With Lisa
holding tight onto my T-shirt, there was no place I could go.  They chatted
for a bit, before she asked if they had a spare apron around.

    -œSure, right over here, - and Brad pulled a white one from a rack on
the side of the grill.

   Lisa took it, and folded the apron over one arm.   -œThis is what you
will be wearing, Erica.  But first -- -

   Spinning me around to face her, the blonde college girl suddenly grasped
the bottom hem of my T-shirt!  She lifted it swiftly, catching me
completely by surprise.  My face was muffled in the fabric even as my arms
were raised, allowing Lisa to pull off the T-shirt.

   Immediately, my hands darted to cover my breasts and hide my nipples. 
Behind me, I was aware of the two boys watching me in my shorts and
sneakers, and seeing my bare back.  I gasped, and crept closer to my
nemesis, Lisa.

    -œPlease -- please don -(TM)t strip me, - I whispered.

   The blonde twenty-year-old only smirked, and unfolded the apron.  She
set about at once, draping it over my head, and tying the strings behind my
neck.  I pulled my arms out and she spun me around, ungraciously making a
knot in the apron string at my back.  Looking at the boys, they seemed to
be enjoying this.  But then my eyes went wide.  Lisa had grabbed my shorts,
together with my panties, and yanked them to my feet!   -œOh! - I gasped.

   The front side of the apron of course covered me well enough, reaching
down to my thighs.  I lifted one leg at a time, allowing Lisa to take the
rest of my clothes.  Part of me wanted to run away.

    -œSneakers off, - she demanded.

   I couldn -(TM)t believe this was happening, and so fast.   -œBut, Lisa
-- -

   Despite the weak protest, my mind whirled and I found myself easing one
bare heel out of a sneaker.  I slipped the other off, so that my toes
arched on the white concrete patio.  Now I was completely naked under the
apron.  Over my shoulder, I saw Lisa grab the shoes and toss them across
the back yard.

   She gave me a slap on my exposed bare bottom.   -œWell, guys, I -(TM)m
off to splash around in the pool! -

   I did not turn around, but watched out of the corner of my eye as Lisa
stalked off in her bikini.  It made me feel very self-conscious as I saw
the boys eyeing her curves.  My fingers fidgeted nervously with the front
of the apron, hoping to be ignored, yet envious of the attention of the
other young women.  Again, my emotions were very confused.

   In a way, I sort of felt like a little girl who was not old enough to
swim with the grown-ups.  Even though it was my own fault, because I did
not bring a bathing suit.  So I was forced to stay behind and help with the
cooking.

   Then I heard Steve say to his friend,  -œBrad -- the grill! -

   All three of us turned to the stainless steel barbecue, and saw smoke
coming from under the closed hood.  The boys quickly threw on protective
mitts and opened up the hatch, which allowed flames to jump out.  I was
startled, but also amazed at how efficiently these college guys went about
working the grill and getting everything under control.  However, the hot
dogs apparently could not be salvaged.

    -œLooks like we need to put on another batch, - Brad laughed as he
dumped the charred and blackened meat into the garbage.

   Steve then turned to regard me.   -œErica, go grab us some wieners. -

   I stood, shocked, and stared at the boys.  Not boys, I kept telling
myself.  Young men, who were just a few years older than me.  My eyes
shifted to look at them in their long shorts, wandering to steal a glimpse
at their crotches.  I opened my mouth and licked my lips.

    -œThirsty? - Brad inquired.   -œYou can grab a beer while you are down
there. -

   I looked around foolishly.   -œOh!  Um, where are your -- I mean, where
do you keep your wieners -- the hot dogs! -

   The guys chuckled, and then pointed to a large cooler resting on the
ground not far from the barbeque grill.  Shyly, I began to shuffle over. 
At first I sidestepped, keeping my apron covered front facing Brad and
Steve.  I paused and looked down at the cooler again.  It was made of blue
durable plastic, and had a white top with flaps that appeared to open on
either end.  There were probably compartments, with drinks on one side and
foodstuff on the other.

   As I moved closer, I realized that I had to turn slightly to open the
cooler properly.  I was aware of my bare feet on the nicely maintained
patio.  Crouching down, my knees spread apart.  This caused me to open up.
My labia, my inner pussy lips, had already unfolded.  In this position,
they would hang down and wiggle.  I blushed, and glanced back at the two
young men.

   They were watching me.  Brad and Steve were all smiles, amused and
interested in what I was doing.  They weren -(TM)t looking at the girls in
the pool.  Their eyes were on me, naked under the apron and squatting on
the side of the cooler.  The realization sent a thrill through my body, a
warm flush over my skin and made my long nipples stand out.

   I reached my arms across the top, searching for the latch on the other
side.  Then I leaned over, standing up some more, and sticking my bottom
out.  I did not keep my legs together, but had my feet about shoulder width
apart, knowing the boys would be looking at my butt.  It wiggled slowly as
I popped open the container and took my time feeling inside.

   They were not only seeing my pussy from behind.  These guys from
college, who I didn -(TM)t know, were getting a nice long view of my tight
little  -œo - just above.  This was so horribly embarrassing, yet also a
huge turn-on.  I lingered in this position a bit longer, then finally
pulled out two packages of hot dogs.



   Erica and the Barbeque - Part 2

   Suddenly, I felt ashamed about my exposure all over again.  I quickly
stood up and turned around, facing the boys.  My cheeks blushed bright red
as I stepped toward them.  They were taller than me, of course, and I had
to look up as I obediently held out the wieners for the grill.  Lisa said I
had to help the guys cook, and that -(TM)s what I was doing.

   Steve indicated that I should peel open the plastic packaging.   -œWe
-(TM)ve got the fire going, you hand us the dogs. -

    -œOK, - I replied, wearing only an apron, and used both hands to tear
open the wrapping.

   They were foot-longs, my fingers slowly pulling out the first beefy
piece of meat.  With wide eyes, I gave this to Brad, conscious of my bare
bottom sticking out behind me.  In fact, since I was now facing the grill,
my bare backside was on display for the rest of the party guests over by
the pool, if they looked in my direction.

   I pulled out another raw hotdog, and wiggled it between my fingers while
waiting to give it to Steve.  Already, I could smell the meat cooking on
the barbeque and it was a delicious aroma.  The more I handled the long
frankfurters, the more naughty thoughts started to creep into my head.  I
wanted to put one in my mouth, without the bun, and suck on it
suggestively. Then I had another wicked idea.

   I wanted the hotdog inside me!  I wanted to masturbate with it, no -- I
wanted to be masturbated with it!  The thought was wild, and it was a good
thing I had that apron covering me.  I pictured sliding the wiener deep
inside my pussy, getting my juices all over it, even my cum.  Then we would
place the hotdog on the grill!  Whoever selected that one, would be eating
my pussy juice!

    -œYou all right, Erica? - one of the guys asked me as I numbly handed
over the last beef frank.

   Coming out of my daydream, I gasped.  My body was undeniably responding
to my thoughts.  Already, my nipples had grown erect.  And underneath the
front of the apron, my clitoris -- my clitoris was poking out!  I wanted to
touch myself, but I couldn -(TM)t.

    -œI -(TM)m -- I -(TM)m fine, - I replied breathlessly.

   Steve lifted the front of my apron and wiped his hands.   -œGood, so you
can help us with the potato salad. -

   Quickly, I turned away before the boys could see my vulva shaved bald. I
scurried back over to the cooler, where I imagined they kept the other food
items.  My bottom bounced playfully for them.  I wish Lisa had not put me
in this predicament!

   There was another fifteen minutes of cooking at the barbeque, and we
threw on some burgers as well.  When the guys finished, I followed
instructions by placing everything on serving trays, including plates and
plastic forks and knives, cups and napkins.  I would be the one to make
several trips serving everyone else who was now seated at tables around the
pool, including Brad and Steve.

   It was humiliating not only because I was forced to do this with just
the apron covering the front of my body, but also I was not even allowed a
seat at the table.  There were no chairs reserved for me.  Again, I felt
like a child, among the group of young adults.

    -œWhere am I going to sit? - I whined in front of the others, who were
laughing at me.  Carrie suggested I could sit on her lap, if I took off my
apron!

    -œNo! - I squeaked, blushing.

   Then Lisa stood up and walked around me.   -œErica, I -(TM)ve had enough
of you acting like a baby. -

   Her fingers reached up to manipulate the knot at the back of my neck.  I
struggled and squirmed, but the taller blonde college girl soon had her
other hand toying with the lower apron strings.  As the others were
watching, I managed to spin around so I was facing Lisa, but still caught
in her embrace.  I looked up into her cold, calculating eyes.

   We danced around, closer to the edge of the pool.

    -œTime to go for a swim, - Lisa laughed.

   I was off balance already, when she gave me a push.  My arms flailed out
wildly.  I could feel my bare heels on the curve of the cement perimeter,
slipping backward.  The young woman reached out and grabbed the front of
the apron in her fist.  Momentum and gravity kept me going in the opposite
direction.

   The apron strings had been loosened by Lisa -(TM)s hands, and they came
undone completely as I fell.

   I fell into the water with a splash.

   When I came up for air, I could hear an uproar of whistles, cheers and
laughter from the guys and girls who went to my school.  I raised my head
to find Lisa standing on the edge of the deep end.  She was wearing a
smirk, one hand on her hip, and in the other -- she waved the white apron.

   I didn -(TM)t have to look down.  I could feel the refreshing water over
my body, seeping into my holes and making my bare skin tingle.  Treading
water, I was completely embarrassed by the fact that I was now totally
naked.  The others must have gotten a nice glimpse when I staggered and
fell into the pool, the apron whisked right off me.  Now I dunked my head
underwater, fully submerged, my legs kicking beneath me.

   Again, I had to resurface to breathe, and I slicked my hair back with my
hands.  Since I was doggie-paddling, I could not cover up.  I was afraid
that the girls who were still in their bathing suits would jump back in the
pool and tickle and tease me.

   After a while, Lisa ever being in control of the situation, ordered me
to get out.

    -œNo -- I can -(TM)t! - I gasped.   -œSomebody bring me a towel! -

   The others laughed, but Lisa remained steadfast.   -œDon -(TM)t make me
come in there and carry you out! -

   My friend Alicia chimed in,  -œAw -- but Erica looks adorable
skinny-dipping! -

   Oh God, she was right, I was skinny-dipping, alone, in front of these
people who attended my college!  I swam around a little, feeling my pink
labia wiggle in slow motion underwater.  The further I moved away from the
edge of the inground pool, the more they could see me from the table.  I
tried to keep only my bare shoulders visible.

   Finally, I decided I had better not test Lisa -(TM)s patience.  With
much reluctance, I paddled my way over to the stainless steel ladder that
hung on the other side.  Nervously, my fingers curled around the top rung
and I pulled myself out of the water.  I bashfully glanced across at the
gathered twenty-something-year-olds around the table.

   Stark nude, I emerged from the swimming pool.  Immediately I covered my
small tits and pussy with my hands.  Water glistened on my body in the sun,
dripping from my dark hair hanging down in strings just past my neck.  I
started to walk toward the table on the deck.  Trailing behind me, I made
little footprints on the white marble, or cement, or whatever it was.

   The other ladies were still in their bikinis, although some had wrapped
towels around their waists.  I was the only one naked.  This of course
earned whistles and howls from the guys.  It sort of made me feel good, but
I was also embarrassed from head to toe in front of the ones who I didn
-(TM)t know very well.  Besides my small breasts, which I was always
self-conscious about, I was now ashamed to show my pussy.  It was hairless
and pink, sloppy with pronounced labia that dangled like wings.  In
addition, my clit was poking out.  I was afraid I would look horny, and I
was!

    -œCan I put on some clothes? - I pleaded.

   Lisa shook her head.   -œNo way, Erica.  This is too good. -

    -œBut, Lisa -- - I whined.

    -œBut, Lisa! - the blonde young woman repeated, mocking me.   -œSorry,
princess, but you will be spending the remainder of your time here this
way. I guess you could always leave. -

   I had made it all the way to the table, and everyone could see me as I
desperately tried to cover myself.  Some of my friends, like Alicia and
Carrie, smiled along like this was all in fun.  Others were clearly amazed
that Lisa was able to boss me around.  It was pretty unbelievable.  Then
one of the guys spoke up.

    -œHey, we could use some more drinks over here, - he said, watching
me, the naked serving girl.  Lisa only folded her arms, expecting me to
perform my duties.  I knew I was trapped.  Alicia and Carrie were my ride
here, so I could not realistically just leave as she had suggested. 
Defeated, I shyly lowered my other arm so I could use both hands to cup my
pussy, and this caused my long nipples to spring out.  There were more
giggles and laughter.  I turned around and started to walk toward the
barbeque grill and the cooler with the refreshments.

   They all got to enjoy a long view of my bare bottom.  Unobstructed, with
no apron tie-strings across the middle of my back, or knotted behind my
neck.  I was all smooth skin from shoulders to heels, and I could feel
every pair of eyes on my slim figure.  When I reached the cooler, I bent
down and pulled out four bottles of beer.  I was able to grasp two in each
hand, the long bottlenecks between my fingers, but I couldn -(TM)t help
brushing them over my tits.

    -œOooh, - I secretly moaned at the delightfully cold sensation.

   Returning to the poolside table, I walked with my arms extended, leaving
my full frontal nudity on display.  It -(TM)s not that I was growing more
confident, but to my horror, I was becoming so aroused.  Lisa knew this,
and I think it was her game.  Besides, I really had no choice since I had
to be careful carrying the beers.

   I padded barefoot right up to the young man who made the request, and
placed the bottles on the table.  Rather than stepping back, I simply
lowered my arms to my sides.

   From there, they passed around the beers and one of the girls asked, 
-œHow did you get these, Carrie?  You -(TM)re not twenty-one. -

    -œI was very persuasive, - my friend with long strawberry-blonde hair
replied.

   Another guy who went to our college laughed.   -œYou mean you showed the
clerk your charms.  Flashed your boobs -- -

    -œFlashed? - Carrie pretended her gasp in shock, her green eyes
sparkling.   -œNo, I stripped naked right there in the store! -

   The young men and women laughed.  I knew she was joking.  By the idea
made me very hot.  That -(TM)s why she said it.  Carrie glanced over at me
and winked.  And then I had my hand running down my tummy, my other fingers
teasing a nipple.

   Before I knew what had happened, I found myself sitting on the lap of
the young man, facing my friends and the other guests.  It was like I was
just standing there one moment, and the next I was giving him a not so
private lapdance!  I don -(TM)t think he touched me to pull me over. 
Instead, I just sat down and started grinding against him.

    -œYour friend is kind of sexy, - I heard the guy say as his hands held
my waist.

    -œMore like she -(TM)s some kind of a secret nympho, - another young
lady replied.

    -œAre you sure she -(TM)s legal?  Looks like she -(TM)s still in high
school, - one girl commented on my petite and youthful appearance.

    -œHer breasts are too small, - Lisa chimed in, unimpressed as usual.

   Oh!  They were all talking about me as I wiggled around naked in the
arms of this college guy, being felt up and played with!  My heart was
beating faster with sexual excitement.  I knew I was going to cum, right
here in front of everybody.

    -œWell, Erica is still a virgin, - Alicia said, not to embarrass me,
but perhaps to defend my behavior or protect me.

    -œNot for long -- - the boy behind me laughed suggestively.

   And then all of a sudden, everything went crazy.  The graduate student
who had let us onto the professor -(TM)s property came rushing out the back
door.  I had not realized he was absent from the poolside table along with
the rest of us.  And now, I was in a daze, only half aware of my
surroundings.

    -œWe have to clear out! - the young man shouted, waving his arms.  
-œHe -(TM)s back!  I thought Professor Green was away for the week --
Everyone grab your things and get out of here! -

   Immediately, there was a whirlwind of activity.  I was pushed aside, as
the fellow jumped up from his chair.  Some of the other guys ran to the
barbeque grill to grab the ooler and any leftover food.  The girls in their
bikinis picked up towels and hurried into the house where the rest of their
clothes were.

   For a brief moment, I stood alone in the backyard completely bare.



   Erica and the Barbeque - Part 3

   My eyes blinked, and then I decided I should run into the professor
-(TM)s house as well.  I climbed up the deck to find the sliding backdoor
left open.  Quickly, I slipped inside the home.  It was a large home, and a
little disorientating, especially trying to make my way around in a panic.
When I stepped into the kitchen area, my toes on the tiles reminded me of
my nudity.  Holding my small breasts with both hands, I ran into a hallway.


   I followed this around, stopping just as I passed an open bathroom. 
Catching my reflection in the mirror, I saw my shoulder-length hair was
drying, but still stringy from the water.  I reached for a comb lying on
the sink, and pulled it through once.  My brunette tresses went silky
straight then started to form waves.

    -œWhat am I doing? - I gasped, looking down to notice my nipples
pointing at the ceiling.

   Abruptly, I placed the comb back on the vanity counter and slipped back
into the hallway.  My mad dash through a stranger -(TM)s house continued.
Well, not exactly a stranger.  Professor Green taught some introductory
courses, one which I had finished taking.  I just did not want him to find
me like this!  He must be paid well between his research projects and work
at the university, as I discovered more extravagant furnishings in each
room I passed through.

   I heard footsteps upstairs, and figured it was the girls getting changed
in a hurry.  Nervous, scared and excited, I wondered what to do.  Alicia
and Carrie were my ride, so I thought I should try to find them and stick
together.  The grand staircase that led to the second floor was near the
entry foyer of the house.  I was making my way in that direction when the
front door started to open.

    -œOh gosh! - I whimpered to myself, a hand running down my bare tummy.


   Turning around completely, I decided to dash into a side room.  This
appeared to be a richly furnished study or library.  Mahogany woodwork
everywhere, shelves lined with books from floor to ceiling, and even a
fireplace.  The chair in the corner looked like it would feel delightful to
sit in, shiny leather against my skin.  I had only paused for a second to
take in the lavish setting, and then I heard more footsteps just outside in
the hallway.

   Quickly as I could, I scampered around to duck behind a desk.

   Professor Green walked into the study.

    -œHello -- who -(TM)s there? - he called out.

   Horrified, I crouched down and found I could fit under the desk, staying
hidden because of the front facing modesty panel.  That was kind of ironic,
considering my present condition.  I listened to the man -(TM)s shoes on
the hardwood floor.  An older gentleman, a little heavyset, my college
professor had a grey beard and kind of a grandfatherly quality about him.

   He searched the room visually for the intruder.  I could feel his eyes
scanning along the walls, peering behind round-rimmed glasses.  Without
realizing what I was doing, my fingers reached down and I started stroking
my pussy lips.  The inner folds, my labia, were already pulled out and
moist.  Now I made sure my clitoris was exposed, rubbing the hyper-extended
nub.

   My heart was beating wildly as I started to get swept up in a flood of
emotions.  Of course I tried to be quiet and hear if the professor was
approaching.  I closed my eyes and bit my lip, one hand holding a knee
while the other played with my pussy.

   The rubber-tipped end of a cane tapped the floor in front of the desk I
was hiding under.

    -œAnd who do these little toes belong to? - the older gentleman asked.


   Shocked that my foot was visible, I still managed to squeak,  -œNo one!
-

    -œNo one? - he chuckled at my small feminine voice.   -œNow come out
from there, Miss. -

   I had been discovered, and I was trapped.  There was no choice but to
reveal myself to my college professor.  Nervously, I wrung my hands trying
to stall for time.

    -œI -(TM)m nineteen-years-old, - I told him from beneath the study
-(TM)s desk.

   Professor Green tapped his cane patiently.

    -œI go to the college you teach at, - I continued.   -œAnd -- I was in
one of your classes in the Spring semester. -

    -œFascinating, - he replied dryly.

   Finally, I braced myself and started to scoot my butt over, out from
under my hiding place.  I turned around so that I was facing the desk from
the other side, and placed my fingers on the polished surface.  Slowly, I
raised my head so he could see me.

    -œErica -- is that you? - the professor seemed just as surprised as I
had been about getting caught.

    -œYes, sir. - I answered.

    -œWhat ever are you doing in my house? - the man asked, genuinely
perplexed.

   Instead of responding, I moved a little higher so that my bare shoulders
came into view.  I glanced to either side shyly, and then looked back at
the college professor.  He said my name again.  I was surprised he
remembered me.

   Slowly I raised myself until I was standing behind the desk.  First my
small perky breasts, with long nipples wiggling up and down.  Then my trim
stomach was revealed with my adorable bellybutton on display.  The front of
the desk just managed to shield my bare genitalia.

    -œMy goodness, Erica, are you -- -

   I opened my mouth to explain,  -œYes, I don -(TM)t have any clothes on
whatsoever. -

   As I made the admission, shame washed over my body, yet the humiliation
of the situation created a wonderful feeling between my legs and in my
tummy.  On the floor, my toes curled with naughty delight.

   But Professor Green -(TM)s voice brought me out of my dreamy state.  
-œErica, why are you in my house, naked? -

   Suddenly, I felt that I should cover up for the college students who
organized today -(TM)s barbeque.  Not that they did anything for me.  In
fact, it was because of their irresponsible behavior I was even in this
mess!  But somehow, I couldn -(TM)t bring myself to get them in trouble.

    -œWell, um, - I started, grasping for an excuse and lifting one hand
to graze a nipple,  -œyou see, I had come over here today hoping I could
speak to you about my classes.  And then when I found you weren -(TM)t
home, I wandered around to the backyard.  Your pool looked so inviting, I
decided to take a swim.  But I didn -(TM)t bring a bathing suit with me --
-

   My voice trailed off, and the professor did not seem all that convinced.
 -œYou went skinny-dipping in my swimming pool? -

   Bashfully, I started to walk out from behind the desk.  The knowledge
that I was lying, made me want to show myself.  I came around to stand
before the older gentleman, head to toe nude, my hairless pussy unfolding
for him.

    -œIt -(TM)s a lovely pool, - I told my college professor breathlessly.
 -œOh!  Mmmm -- and then I saw the backdoor was open, so I came in here --
after I dried off. -

   I brought both hands to my breasts and quickly turned around.

   Seeing my tender bare bottom, Professor Green replied,  -œThat is
strange.  The only other person with a key to this house is Todd, the
graduate student I am working with. -

   Uh-oh!  I was going to get that young man into trouble with my wild
story!  Surely he would be questioned.  Of course he set up this whole
barbeque party to begin with, unless maybe someone at college put him up to
it.  Thinking to change the subject, I walked forward to one of the
bookshelves lining the wall of the study.

   I stood up on my toes so I was showing the soles of my bare feet,
reaching with both arms to caress the leather-bound books on higher
shelves. My legs were apart, allowing my pink labia to dangle into view.  I
felt my brunette hair fall just past my neck, as I looked over my shoulder
to make sure the professor was watching.

    -œYou have an interesting collection, - I told him, stretched out
fully nude in front of the bookcase.

    -œErica, - he said softly.

   Before my teacher could continue, I saw Alicia walk by the open doorway!
She spotted me, and made such a face like she couldn -(TM)t believe what
was going on.  But my friend motioned silently with her arms that the girls
were getting ready to leave.  I didn -(TM)t want to call attention to her,
so instead I turned around and faced Professor Green.  Walking toward him,
at the same time, I was planning to make a hasty exit.  Unfortunately, I
was incredibly aroused and the evidence was all over my body.

    -œActually, sir, I came here today to ask you about attending classes.
- I paused and licked my lips.   -œNaked -- -

   The older gentleman removed his glasses, wiping them with a handkerchief
he had pulled from his jacket.   -œWell, I -(TM)m not certain that would be
appropriate. -

   While he was preoccupied, I decided to make my move.  The truth is, if I
stayed in that room one more minute, I was going to orgasm and squirt my
juices all over the floor.  Desperate and anxious, I looked to my left. 
Then I stepped to the side, preparing to leave the study.

    -œI -(TM)m sorry, I have to go! - my voice trembled with excitement.

   I ran back out into the hallway, swift and nubile.  My bottom bounced
playfully behind me as I passed through the entry foyer, my erect nipples
wiggling and pussy lips flapping.  Fingers reached for the knob on the
front door, which I pulled open.  I streaked outside into the daylight.

    -œHurry, Erica! - my friend Carrie called for me from the car on the
side of the street.

    -œOh -- oh! - I cried, trying to hold it in, as I shuffled barefoot
down the driveway.

   I was grateful my friends even waited around.  But another car drove by
on the road, beeping its horn when I was in full view.  Despite some
moments earlier when I was acting sexy, I was in fact totally embarrassed.

   The girls of course laughed, finding this all so hilarious.  Alicia in
the back seat pushed opened the door for me to tumble inside the car. 
Before the professor even knew what happened, Carrie sped off.  I did hope
I had bought enough time for the other students to collect their things and
clear out.

   To my amazement and frustration, my friends would not let me cum.  I
begged and pleaded, but Alicia kept my hands from my body, grinning during
the entire ride back home.  I -(TM)m not sure what Lisa did with my
clothes, but I probably would not be seeing them again.

   Carrie suggested we make a stop at the shopping mall, but Alicia had the
good sense to advise her to drop me off at my house first.  When we
arrived, I eagerly jumped out of the car, waving goodbye to my friends.  I
dashed up the front path and found the door already open.

   Walking inside, I was startled to run into my older stepbrother Robert
in the kitchen.  I had completely forgot he was over here today.  Standing
in the doorway, my arms hung at my sides allowing the young man to look me
up and down.  Then he laughed.

    -œErica, I could have sworn you had clothes on when you left this
morning, - Robert teased.

   I wiggled my toes and replied,  -œYeah, well, it -(TM)s a long story. -


    -œDid you want to tell me about it, kiddo? - he asked politely.   -œI
-(TM)ll get you a drink. -

   The thought of staying undressed and chatting with my stepbrother had me
positively soaking.  My skin tingled.  I lifted a hand to run through my
hair.  But I couldn -(TM)t do it.  My face blushing, I turned to leave the
kitchen.

    -œNo thank you! - I said, overwhelmed with emotion.

   Then I ran the rest of the way down the hallway and into my bedroom.  I
climbed onto my bed and started playing with myself.  My knees were
sticking up, wide apart, as one hand reached between to open my bare lips.
I fingered and rubbed and teased, while my other hand massaged my breasts.

   Soon, I had a very vocal orgasm, knowing that Robert was in the house.
It seemed I could not stop cumming as my whole body quivered on the sheets.


   And I left the door to my bedroom wide open.



   39 -

   my neighbors might see me, but then again, they might very well see me
standing here on the doorstep.  So I allowed Carrie to lead me by the hand,
as we walked back onto the driveway toward the side of the house.  Of
course, she made no effort to be cautious about it.  Just parading around
her naked friend, like it was the most natural thing in the world.  We
opened up the gate on the chain link fence, the grass on my feet feeling so
sensual.  There did seem to be more privacy once we were behind my house,
although there really aren -(TM)t any high trees along the edge of the
property.  If anyone was home next door, and happened to be in their yard,
and happened to look in this direction, they might see me.

   At her next suggestion, Carrie had me reclining on one of the white
lounge chairs on the patio.  The plastic felt nice on my bare back and bare
butt.  Above, the sun was beating down on my body and I was feeling really
good.  My friend knelt at my side, beginning to gently massage my breasts.

    -œSo tell me about your walk home, - She breathed in my ear.   -œHow
many people saw you naked? -

   I squirmed a little, remembering the events of just a little while ago,
bringing my knees up in a slightly more guarded position.  Carrie -(TM)s
palm on my thigh soon had my legs stretched out along the length of the
chair, even parted.

    -œWell -- - I started slowly.   -œThings were good at first.  I
escaped from your house, and made it safely down the street.  There was a
boy mowing the lawn, but I don -(TM)t think he saw me from behind the
fence. Then I made it a couple of blocks further, and that -(TM)s when --
Oh my gosh, Carrie!  Those guys from school, John and Henry, they saw me
completely naked!  I showed them everything -- -

   Squeezing my knee with one hand, my friend traced a circle around my
bellybutton, but she didn -(TM)t touch my shaved mound.   -œThat sounds
hot! What else happened? -

   My skin was hot beneath her touch as I answered,  -œOh -- then a mother
and her little boy saw my bare behind.  I ran most of the way home, then,
and I -(TM)m sure a handful got a look at my body.  A couple of neighbors
from a few blocks down, a girl delivering cookies, even a car beeped their
horn as it drove past me! -

    -œWow, sounds like you put on quite a show! - Carrie proceeded to wet
one of her fingers and flick my nipples back and forth.

    -œUh-huh, - was all I could reply, spreading my legs wider apart.

    -œWell, I -(TM)ve got something for you, Erica.  But first I want you
to close your eyes. -

   I did as I was asked, and when I felt her hands lift off my body, I let
my own fingers play with my titties.  Suddenly, there was a cold object
placed on my tummy.  My toes curled, but I kept my eyes shut.  Carrie
started rolling this thing over my stomach, not an unpleasant feeling.  It
seemed cylinder in shape, or maybe like a cone -- one end fatter than the
other end.  Also, I could tell its surface was ribbed.  The suspense was
driving me mad, as she rolled it along my inner thigh.

    -œWhat is it, Carrie! -

   My friend laughed,  -œIt -(TM)s a carrot, Erica.  Now what do you think
I should do with it? -

   I opened my eyes, and indeed, held between her fingers was the six or
seven inch orange vegetable.  She used the bristles on the unpeeled skinny
end to tantalize my erect clitoris.  I desperately cried out,  -œPut it
inside me -- Put it inside my pussy! -

   This time it was Carrie who did as was asked, and she slowly lined up
the carrot with my vagina.  I was already well-lubricated so when she
pushed the tip forward, she found that it easily slid in.  My friend
teasingly pulled it out completely as I gasped with pleasure.  But the
carrot entered again, and my greedy pussy lips clamped like a vice.  Now
Carrie pushed and pulled, back and forth, even twisting it as she thrust
deeper and deeper.  My hips bucked and started lifting up and down as we
got into a sexual rhythm.

    -œAh, ah -- Oh -- Oh, yes!  Oh yes! - I was screaming in ecstasy,
unconcerned at this point with my neighbors.  While Carrie continued to
masturbate me on my backyard patio, I raised my legs to the sky and started
rubbing my clit furiously.

    -œMmmm --.  I -(TM)m cumming!  I cumming! -

    -œThere -(TM)s my baby girl, - Carrie rejoiced at my juices squirting
out, creaming the carrot and running down her arm.

   I gave a final gasp, then a moan as my body finished its convulsion.  My
friend withdrew the carrot and stood up, gazing down at my naked form. 
Walking around the lounge chair, she absently tweaked my big toe.  Then she
headed over to the back door, which I lazily watch her open rather easily.

   Still basking in the afterglow of my outdoor orgasm, I stretched out
languidly, a hand resting on the curve of my hip.  My eyes followed Carrie
-(TM)s movements as she disappeared into the house.  A moment later she was
back out again, a dishtowel draped over one arm, and still holding the
carrot.

    -œI called your parents this morning, asked them to leave the back door
open for you. - She explained.   -œCome on, Erica, let -(TM)s find you
something to eat for lunch. -

   My legs were a bit sore and trembling a bit as I swung them over the
chair and slowly rose to my feet.  I ran a hand through my hair and shook
it out, then completely naked, crept toward my fully clothed friend.

    -œWhat are you going to eat? - I asked casually.

   In response, Carrie only smiled at me.  Then she lifted the carrot to
her lips.  The skinny end, still dripping with my sweet pearly white
nectar, she put in her mouth and took a big bite.



   16 - Erica and the Tree House by AMERICAN COWBOY

    -œIt -(TM)s a secret club! - Jimmy -(TM)s friend told us with a frown.


   Alicia -(TM)s cousin, Jimmy, folded his arms across his chest adopting
an equally stern expression.   -œVery secret -- and definitely, no girls
allowed! -

   Carrie and I were over the house of Alicia -(TM)s Aunt, having offered
to look after her eight- year-old cousin and his friend, so that she could
work on a report for school.  This task was supposed to have been Alicia
-(TM)s responsibility, but being such a good friend, Carrie volunteered to
take the little brats off her hands.  Somehow, I got roped in along with
the deal.  What I really didn -(TM)t understand was why Carrie chose to
provoke the boys and indulge their childish behavior.

    -œSo you -(TM)re saying, - my blonde-headed friend perpetuated the
argument,  -œthat if Erica and I wanted to join your club, you wouldn
-(TM)t let us -- just because we are girls? -

   I tried to intervene and restore some perspective to the situation.  
-œCarrie, I really don -(TM)t care about joining their silly club. -

   The boys ignored me, and Jimmy continued his taunt.   -œThat -(TM)s
right!  There are strict rules about joining -- the most important one is
you can -(TM)t be a girl! -

    -œThat doesn -(TM)t seem very fair, - Carrie said most seriously, then
smiled at me and winked.

   Jimmy -(TM)s friend, whose name was Cody, only replied,  -œWell, that
-(TM)s the rules! -

    -œCome on, Carrie, let -(TM)s go inside and watch TV or something. - I
tried to pull my friend -(TM)s arm, but of course I couldn -(TM)t get her
to budge.  She was still standing there, pointlessly making her case to the
boys.

    -œBut please -- we -(TM)d really love to see your cool tree-house! -
Here, Cody gave Alicia -(TM)s cousin a horrified glance.   -œIsn -(TM)t
there anything we could do, to let us join your club? -

   My friend was insane, I decided, or terminally bored.  Why would two
seventeen-year-old high school seniors have any interest in the tree-house
of a couple of fourth-graders?  Maybe she was up to something, but I didn
-(TM)t want to stick around to find out what.  I started walking away, then
turned to see Carrie still waiting to hear Jimmy -(TM)s answer.

    -œIsn -(TM)t there some way -- some condition that you could let us in?
- She sounded so earnest, so desperate, but when Carrie looked in my
direction, her teeth flashed in a charmingly cunning smile.

   I actually thought Jimmy was going to turn away.  I figured he was tired
of this game and wanted to go back to playing with Cody.  Instead, the boy
moved closer to Carrie, his pudgy face coming right up to her bosom.

    -œAll right, but first you have to swear you will never tell anybody
about our club.  Not even my cousin, Alicia! -

   I looked at my friend in disbelief, but she only placed one hand over
her heart and raised the other arm.   -œOk, we swear -- -

    -œAnd, - Cody stepped forward to stand by his friend,  -œyou -(TM)ll
have to do whatever we tell you.  Because you -(TM)re different from us --
we -(TM)ll have to treat you different! -

   Now Carrie giggled and said,  -œOh, yes, we agree! -

    -œCarrie! - I exclaimed, watching her hop up and down to show her
enthusiasm.

   Jimmy glanced at me, then back at my friend before gruffly saying, 
-œFine!  Let -(TM)s go! -

   The two boys led us to the largest tree in the backyard.  It must have
been a willow or something like that, with its massive trunk rising up to
the spreading branches above.  There were rectangular wooden blocks nailed
into the bark, apparently good enough for use as hand and footholds. 
Looking up, I could just make out the planks of the platform.  From down
here, the tree-house seemed a lot bigger than I imagined.

    -œWe -(TM)ll go up first, - Jimmy announced.   -œThen, if you girls
still want to be in our secret club, you -(TM)ll have to climb up on your
own. -

   At the thought of scaling such a height, I reached over and squeezed
Carrie -(TM)s arm.  She just smiled and patted me on the shoulder.  Her
eyes danced with excitement.  We watched Alicia -(TM)s cousin and friend
scamper up the side of the tree like squirrels.  Pretty soon, they had
disappeared, lost among the leaves and branches.

    -œYou can come up now, - Cody -(TM)s voice laughed down at us.   -œIf
you girls aren -(TM)t too scared! -

    -œErica, why don -(TM)t you start climbing, - Carrie suggested.  
-œThis way, if you should fall, I -(TM)ll be here to catch you! -

   I must admit, I was more concerned about reaching the tree-house, and
then being left alone with the little monsters.  But I trusted my friend
enough to suppose she would be following soon after.  And the idea that she
was below, ready to lend support, was reassuring.  So I flipped my light
brown hair back and said, Thanks, then placed my sneaker on the first
block.

   It was rather easy going as I lifted myself with my hands, and stepped
up with my other foot.  I -(TM)m pretty light, and the wooden blocks were
solidly secured to the tree trunk.  When I was well off the ground, I
looked back to see Carrie waving at me.  Oh my, I must have climbed a good
ten feet!  And it looked like there was another couple of yards to go.  Now
I was starting to get a little nervous.  I mean, I could still lift myself
forward, but I wondered about getting back down.

   Once my hands found the platform of the tree-house, my head popped
through an opening in the floor.  From here, it was just a matter of
pulling the rest of my body up and sliding over to the other side.  Shaking
leaves out of my hair, I saw that the wood planks were actually quite
sturdy, nestled between the wide branches and bolted down tight.  Alicia
-(TM)s Uncle must have done a hell of a job putting this together.  It was
quite spacious, too, with a light thatched roof placed some six feet above,
which easily cleared the top of my head by ten inches.  Even Carrie would
be able to stand up in here and not feel too cramped.  For the boys, it was
perfect.  I saw that they had set up a table and had some food and drinks
out.  There was a pile of comic books in one corner, along with drawing
paper, pencils and markers, toy vehicles and action figures.  A couple of
flashlights were available on the floor, for when they had sleepovers up
here, I guessed.

    -œErica! - my friend -(TM)s cousin barked at me.  Jimmy and Cody were
sitting pretzel-style near the opposite wall of the tree-house.   -œGo
stand over there in the corner -- -

    -œAnd put your hands on your head! - Cody added.

   I must have been so relieved to not be climbing anymore, that I simply
did as I was told, including locking my fingers atop my soft head of hair.
Of course, in this position, with my arms raised, the bottom of my T-shirt
rode up just a little, exposing my bellybutton.  For some reason, I felt
very embarrassed at that moment.  Oh, please, I wish Carrie would hurry and
get up here!  I had no idea what those two devils might do to me.

   After a few torturous moments of silence, Carrie -(TM)s head emerged
through the opening in the platform.  She looked around with a bemused
expression on her face, then climbed the rest of the way into the
tree-house.  I just stood there, my back to the wall, and fingers entwined
above my head like I was some sort of prisoner.

    -œWhat -(TM)s going on here, - Carrie laughed.   -œAre we playing
Simon Says? -

    -œSure, - Jimmy grunted with arms folded, appearing nothing so much as
an Indian Chief in his tee-pee.   -œAnd Simon Says to go stand over in that
corner. -

   My friend gleefully followed the command, first checking to make sure
she wouldn -(TM)t bump her head on the roof.  I watched as she maneuvered
herself to stand in the corner to my left.  We were separated by maybe
eight feet.  Giggling across at me, she then likewise placed her hands atop
her head.  This also caused Carrie -(TM)s already short shirt to ride up
even further, just below her breasts, revealing more of her sexy tummy. 
The four of us looked at each other, not a word was spoken.  It was kind of
awkward.

    -œNow what do we do with them? - Cody -(TM)s inquiry broke the
silence.

   Jimmy -(TM)s dark glower passed over Carrie and I before he spoke.  
-œSince this is a secret club, there have to be rules. -

    -œYeah, well one of your rules was that girls aren -(TM)t supposed to
be able to join, - I felt the need to point out.

   This clearly made Alicia -(TM)s cousin upset, and he stood up in a huff.
 -œSo now the new rule is, no girls are allowed in -- unless they -(TM)re
in their underwear! -

    -œWhat! - I exclaimed.

   Carrie brought her hand to her mouth coyly, but I saw that she was
grinning.

    -œThat -(TM)s right, - Cody teased.  He obviously thought the idea was
very funny.   -œIf you two want to be members of our club, you have to take
your clothes off! -

   On her own, Carrie sat down on the floor with her legs crossed, and
started unlacing a sneaker.  She wasn -(TM)t wearing any socks.  My friend
looked over at me still standing in the corner, and said,  -œRules are
rules, Erica -- -

    -œBut I don -(TM)t even want to be in their stupid club! - Now I
lowered my hands, spreading my arms emphatically.

    -œIt -(TM)s too late, - Jimmy informed me.   -œYou -(TM)ve already
been up in our tree-house, so that makes you a member.  But because you
-(TM)re a girl, you can -(TM)t dress like us.  So you -(TM)re only allowed
to be wearing your underpants! -

   I just stood there, wondering what was going through the boy -(TM)s
mind. Next semester I would be taking a developmental psychology class, and
supposed this subject might be covered.  But apparently, this was nothing
sexual or erotic for Jimmy and his friend.  I believe Alicia -(TM)s cousin
simply enjoyed bossing around two older girls, and the humiliation was just
part of his bullying.  Meanwhile, Cody was mature enough to only appreciate
the humor of the situation, as he giggled with every mention of the word 
-œunderwear - or  -œunderpants -.  Maybe they were just curious.

   Looking to my side, I saw that Carrie had already discarded her shorts,
and was in the process of peeling off her top.  Once the shirt was removed,
tossed onto the floor of the tree-house, she leaned back on the heels of
her hands -- scantily clad in but a bra and pair of panties!

   The sight of her luscious body had me licking my lips.  I felt my
nipples harden and press against my T-shirt.  Down below, my clit began
poking out from its hood.  I hoped it wouldn -(TM)t be noticeable through
the material of my own moistening panties.  Carrie pulled the long tresses
of her strawberry-blonde hair over her shoulder and said,  -œOk, Erica, now
it -(TM)s your turn -- -

   As if mesmerized by her long legs and all that bare skin, my fingers
started fidgeting with the button on my jeans.  Would I actually go along
with this silly game?  Well, no sooner had I undone the front of my pants,
then I sat down on the floor, kicking off both sneakers.  Next, I quickly
peeled the socks from my feet, tossing them onto the pile of what was
mostly Carrie -(TM)s clothes.

   For a second, I looked toward my friend for some guidance.  She only
smiled and even hooked her thumb inside the waistband of her panties and
let the elastic snap against her tummy.  Oh, that did it for me!  Soon I
was wiggling my butt on the floor, shuffling the jeans down my legs and
completely off my feet.  I sat with my bare legs spread for a moment,
before pulling up my knees in a more modest position.

    -œOK, now what? - I asked, a little breathless.

   The boys looked at Carrie, then to me, still frowning as they evaluated
the two of us dressed only in our underwear.

   But Cody pointed out,  -œHey, Erica, you -(TM)re still wearing your
shirt! -

    -œThat -(TM)s right, - Jimmy announced.   -œYou have to take it off,
just like Carrie did.  Come on, we -(TM)re waiting! -

    -œBut -- but -- - I stammered, my hands gripping tightly the bottom of
my T-shirt.

   Carrie turned toward me, playfully showing off her cleavage.  She
started rubbing the lacey fabric that supported her ample bosom so nicely.
-œWhat -(TM)s the matter, you don -(TM)t want to show us your bra? -

    -œCarrie, - I gasped, unsure of how to continue.   -œI -(TM)m -- I
-(TM)m not wearing a bra! -

   This got a hearty laugh from the boys, especially Cody who was delighted
to hear that forbidden female undergarment mentioned twice aloud. 
Meanwhile, Carrie took this opportunity to reach behind her back, and
unhook her own bra.  My eyes were wide as I watched her slowly slide the
straps down her shoulders, still keeping a forearm tight against her chest!


    -œThere, Erica -- if it will make you feel better, I -(TM)ll pretend I
wasn -(TM)t wearing one either. -

   And with that, she slipped it off her breasts, and threw it toward the
center of the tree-house.  Her one arm was shielding her nipples, and then
she used both hands to cover up her big titties.  Oh my gosh, Carrie was
now totally topless -- in fact, she had on just one piece of clothing; her
skimpy, lacey undies!

   She looked at me with her hazel eyes, making me horny.  Without giving
it another thought, I pulled my T-shirt up and over my head.  I used both
hands to toss it like a basketball onto the growing pile of our clothes. 
Of course, this left me with my perky tits momentarily exposed to the boys.
Blushing, I quickly brought my arms down, cupping a breast in each palm.  I
looked over again, I couldn -(TM)t believe she was sitting there just like
me, half-naked.  Then I turned my face back toward the boys.

    -œAll right, - Jimmy said, satisfied with our condition of dress.  
-œSo now you -(TM)re only wearing your underwear.  I want you to both stand
up, and -- put your backs against each other. -

   My friend and I stood up, since our legs were getting cramped anyway. 
We even moved forward a little, clutching our equally bare breasts.  I felt
the wood planks beneath my feet and toes, hoping I wouldn -(TM)t step on a
splinter.  Near the middle of the tree-fort, Carrie and I turned around,
facing opposite walls.  We each took a small step back until we came in
contact with each other.  The length of her hair tickled my naked back, but
felt nice.  I knew the top of my head must only come up to her neck.  I
felt her curvaceous ass through the material of panties as our butts
touched.

   Cody then asked with child-like innocence,  -œCould you move your arms
out of the way? -

   I didn -(TM)t know what to do!  I mean, I really didn -(TM)t want to
show off my tits like this to Alicia -(TM)s cousin and his friend.  I still
couldn -(TM)t believe that I was standing here right now, dressed in so
little!  But if I was forced to lower my hands, then that meant Carrie
would also --

    -œCome on, - Jimmy growled.   -œBoy, Erica, you don -(TM)t take orders
as good as Carrie! -

   Oh, oh!  She did it!  She must have dropped her arms, and her big bare
breasts were bouncing free!  Mmmm -- that thought sent my tummy quivering.
In fact, right then, I moved my hands to allow my fingers to run down my
stomach.  My nipples sprung out, fully erect.  What a profile that must
have made, as I put my hands at my sides!  I was embarrassed, but very
aroused, knowing Carrie was just as exposed.

   Jimmy told us to face forward again, so that we were next to one
another. I slowly turned my legs, feeling Carrie do the same, even though
this would mean showing the boys everything up top.  When our arms were
side by side, I was tempted to steal a glance to my left, to get a peek at
her wonderful naked breasts.  But I was too humiliated by my own pointy
nipples, and just kept my eyes locked ahead.

    -œHa, ha! - Cody laughed out loud.   -œCarrie -(TM)s got bigger
boobies than Erica! -

   I thought I would die of shame.  Here I was, almost completely nude,
being mocked by an eight-year-old!  My face and body flushed a deep shade
of pink as I struggled with the urge to cover up my tits again.  But I
stood with my chest pushed out, nipples standing proud.

    -œGo ahead, - Jimmy joined in laughing at me.   -œTurn around to face
each other, so you can see how much bigger they are! -

   Well, here was the moment of truth.  I had long been waiting to see
Carrie -(TM)s yummy titties, I just never thought it would be like this. 
Licking my lips, I spun around on my bare heel and looked up at my friend
-(TM)s eyes.  Then my gaze traveled down her face, her chin, her lovely
neck.  I looked straight forward, to behold a wonderful sight --

    -œHi, - she said softly and reached out to flick one of my erect
nipples with a finger.   -œHappy to see me? -

   I was speechless, I think I had to catch my breath.  Her breasts were
beautiful.  They were well-rounded and symmetrical; bouncing juicy globes.
Her pink nipples protruded just a little, but she was not nearly as erect
as I was.  Either she wasn -(TM)t as horny, or she was still having fun.  I
couldn -(TM)t take my eyes off those swelling mounds.  I wanted to grasp
her tits in my hands and squeeze -- but I couldn -(TM)t -- I wouldn -(TM)t
dare do that in front of the boys.  Still, I suddenly had the desire to be
completely naked with her.

    -œI have an idea, - Cody -(TM)s high-pitched voice disturbed my
lustful fantasy.   -œWe could draw pictures of Erica and Carrie.  You know,
Jimmy, like the ones we saw in the art books at the library! -

   Alicia -(TM)s cousin looked around the tree-house kind of bored and
lazily.  He spotted the paper and markers in the corner.  As he got up to
retrieve these items, he only mumbled,  -œYeah, I guess we could do that.
-

   Carrie turned her head to the boys and asked,  -œHow do you want your
models to pose? -

    -œI don -(TM)t know, - Cody only shrugged his shoulders.  The art
classes in the elementary school were clearly not up to this level.

   Then my friend looked at me again, gazing at my body from head to toe,
and placed one of her hands on my shoulder.  With her other hand, she took
me by the wrist and said,  -œErica, bend your knee forward a little, and
try to hold this position. -

   She placed my hand on her belly, just above the crotch of her panties.
My fingers rested lightly on the soft skin beneath her navel.  My other
hand, she had me place on my hip.  Then she brought her other arm onto my
shoulder, gently drawing me closer.  I felt so hot, so horny, drinking in
her voluptuous body.  About five feet over to our sides, Cody and Jimmy sat
on the floor, scribbling in their pads of white parchment.  I suddenly had
a tempting thought.

    -œCody, - I started to ask, turning my head slightly.

    -œHold still! - Jimmy complained.

   Sweetly, I began again,  -œCody -- in those books at the library -- did
those people -- -

    -œIt wasn -(TM)t just any people, - the boy corrected me.   -œThey
were all girls like you and Carrie! -

    -œOK -- did those girls -- were they wearing anything at all? -

   Cody rubbed his nose in thought, paused, then continued to make markings
on his sheet of paper.  Across from him, Jimmy tore out one piece of paper
and was beginning a fresh page.   -œNah -- they didn -(TM)t have no clothes
on. -

    -œOh, - I said while the hand that was on my hip, slipped smoothly
into my panties.   -œThen you wouldn -(TM)t mind if I take these off? -

   I tried to make this sound as innocent and helpful as possible.  After
all, it was Carrie who I wanted to see me naked.  And hopefully she would
follow my lead.  When the boys didn -(TM)t answer, I used my one hand to
tug and pull and slowly peel the material down my legs.  I wondered if
Carrie would assist me, but she only smiled as my bare pussy came into
view, her hands still on my shoulders.  I managed to get the panties below
the curve of my ass, and when they were down to my knees, I shook my thighs
and let them fall the rest of the way to the floor.  Then I kicked my last
article of clothing off my feet and toes.

   I was now standing totally nude in the middle of Alicia -(TM)s cousin
-(TM)s tree-house.  The maneuvering I had to do to loose the panties had
left my legs spread apart, which caused my pink lips to separate.  Carrie
could see my clitoris sticking straight out.

    -œOK, - my friend suddenly said, making me very aware of my sudden
nudity.   -œTime for a new pose! -

   Gripping me by the sides of my arms, Carrie pulled me a little closer,
but then spun me halfway around -- so that I was facing Cody and Jimmy! 
She moved to stand behind me, but kept a hand at each of my elbows, and all
my arms could do were dangle.  This left me with everything totally
exposed, from my poor aching nipples to my shaved little pussy.  I closed
my eyes, knowing that there was nothing left to the imagination.  The boys
tore off a piece of drawing paper, and started scratching anew.

   I felt Carrie release her hold on me, though at this point I made no
effort to cover up my nude body.  Over my shoulder, I could hear her shift
from one foot to the other, shuffling something down her legs.  Just then,
I opened my eyes, and watched as what had to be her panties were thrown,
sailing over my head.  They landed on the floor, not too far from the pile
of the rest of our clothes.  Oh my, she was now completely naked behind me!
Oh, oh -- we were both so naked right now!  My pussy tingled, and I really
wanted to stroke my clit right then and there.  I also wanted to turn
around and see Carrie for myself.  But she quickly placed her hands on my
hips and stepped in closer so that her breasts squished against my bare
back.  And I felt something warm, soft and downy brush the crack of my ass.
I guess my friend had a nice little tuft of pubic hair!

    -œLet -(TM)s draw pictures of their butts! - Jimmy suggested quite
rudely, as if he was bored with my display of full frontal nudity.

   I immediately complied, hoping to catch Carrie off guard and get a look
at her pussy.  But her long legs moved in step with mine, and soon I was
watching her golden-red tresses cascade down her back.  However, I did drop
my gaze to stare for a moment at her gorgeous ass.  It was so full and
curvy -- like her large breasts, I just wanted to reach out and grab a
handful!  Oh my, but all I could do was bring my arms up and pinch my own
nipples.

    -œCould you two stand next to each other again? - Cody asked, wanting
to get a look at Carrie -(TM)s butt as well.  I don -(TM)t think he would
appreciate it the way I did.

   We did as instructed, and my naked friend and I were soon staring ahead
at the wall, while the boys scribbled interpretations of our posteriors. 
Shoulder to shoulder, Carrie looked over at me with a secret smile.  With
my hands still hovering over my breasts, my lower body was completely
vulnerable for contact.  She reached an arm across and started touching my
tummy with her fingers.  Our backs and bare asses were to the fourth-grade
artists, and this left her free to get into some mischief.  Soon, her
fingers wandered further south, and Carrie was stroking my bald pussy.

    -œOoooh -- Ah -- Please don -(TM)t make me cum, - I whispered even as
I parted my legs.  Her middle finger flicked my clit, then darted inside
me.  -œOh, yes!  No!  Please -- don -(TM)t do this -- in front -- of them!
-

   Carrie withdrew her hand, just as I felt I was about to have an orgasm.
That was close, but oh so frustrating.  I was breathing heavily, but
remained in this position.  I hoped the boys didn -(TM)t wonder about my
labia hanging down and clearly visible from behind.  Or the wetness running
down my legs due to my heightened state of arousal.  Fortunately, as I
recovered from my near embarrassing climax, I heard the boys scramble to
their feet and start walking away from us, to the other side of the
tree-house.

   I self-consciously turned around, draping my arms over my tits and
pussy. Still turned-on, I couldn -(TM)t help but feel ashamed that my
friend had been masturbating me, and nearly brought me to orgasm.  I looked
over at her deliciously nude body, but she had also placed a strategic hand
over her bush.  As she walked forward, her butt jiggled seductively, and I
had to stop from fingering myself.  Instead, I quickened my steps, bare
feet padding across the wooden planks to stand at her side.

   Jimmy and Cody laughed at us, greatly amused by the two naked
seventeen-year-olds in their tree-house.  I couldn -(TM)t speak for Carrie,
but if they only knew how horny I was!  Then Jimmy pointed and said, 
-œThere -- we -(TM)ve laid out our artwork for you to admire. -

    -œKind of like the art galleries they have in school, - Cody piped in.


   The boys stepped aside, allowing us to continue to shuffle forward,
still clutching our private parts.  They didn -(TM)t have anything to hang
the drawings on the wall, the papers were just spread across the floor. 
This meant Carrie and I had to hunch down a little and bend over to get a
good look at the pieces of paper.  And that must have given the boys a good
look at our bare behinds!  But they made no comments, and I supposed we
were soon forgotten.  So I too ignored Jimmy and Cody, and concentrated on
their artwork.

   Jimmy really didn -(TM)t put much effort into his drawings.  They were
little better than stick figures.  Actually, the ones that said  -œErica -
were pretty much simple lines.  I noticed that he gave  -œCarrie - nice
big balloons for breasts.  Sneaking a quick peek, I saw the real things
hanging down in her arms, but her hand was still between her legs.  Then I
turned my attention to the drawings Cody had made, and saw he had been more
detailed, maybe even talented.  His version of Carrie had long yellow hair,
and of course large circular breasts, but they were not oversized.  Her
facial features were done quite well, for an eight-year-old.  My face came
out pretty good too, I guess.  It was kind of embarrassing because anyone
could recognize that these pictures were supposed to be my friend and me.
Although I noticed on my chest, Cody had made two little markings that must
have been my nipples.  And there between my legs on the paper, he had drawn
what looked like a little pinky sticking out of my hairless crotch.  Oh my
goodness, the boy had drawn my clit!  I now used my fingers to spread apart
my vulva, and sure enough, the nub of my clit poked out like a third
nipple. How humiliating!

    -œHey, guys, these are not bad, - Carrie said cheerfully.  She turned
around with one hand placed in front of her pussy, and the other arm
somehow concealing just the nipples of her breasts.   -œUm, Erica -- -

    -œWhat? - I asked, looking to my side.  I was really tempted to give
her a pat on the ass.

   I noticed that she let her one arm drop to the side, though still kept
her pussy covered.   -œErica -- They -(TM)re gone. -

    -œWhat -- who, Jimmy and Cody? - I stood up, letting my own arms fall,
exposing my entire naked body.   -œGood.  We can get dressed and get down
from this tree! -

    -œNo, - Carrie said as she pulled me by the hand toward the middle of
the floor.   -œOur clothes are gone.  Everything -- I think Alicia -(TM)s
cousin took them when he and his friend left! -

   Oh no!  Now we were stuck up in Jimmy -(TM)s tree-house, and we were
both completely nude!  I had no idea how we could get down.  Turning my
head, I saw there was not a scrap of clothing to be found.  Those boys had
taken our sneakers and shirts, our pants and shorts, and both our
underwear. Pacing around the area, my nipples were quivering, still long
and hard.  I faced my body toward Carrie, but she didn -(TM)t appear to
have any answers.  I walked back to stand in front of my friend, who only
kept one hand covering her pussy hair.

    -œSo now what do we do, - I asked, exasperated, my own hands on my
hips.

   Carrie just smiled wickedly and lifted a finger to brush my chin.  
-œWell -- it -(TM)s pretty quiet up here.  We could always make out -- -

   I stood there silent, struck by the very thought.  Here I was, stranded
in a tree-house with my buxom friend totally naked -- this was perfect! 
Our eyes locked as she moved her hand to gently stroke the side of my face,
tracing the edge of my ear.  Her fingers came to rest behind my head,
weaving through my hair, and she pulled me closer.  Our faces were just and
inch apart, our noses touched, then our lips met.

   We kissed passionately, with my tongue finding hers and dancing inside
her mouth.  I held onto her waist while Carrie -(TM)s other hand tweaked
and pulled my nipple.  Oh, this was so hot!  I pressed my body into hers,
standing on my toes to feel our pussies grind together.  Her soft, fleecy
pubic hair washed over my smooth mound.  Now our breasts touched, and it
was electric -- the sensation of her pink nipples rising to brush against
my own.  We rubbed our bodies together as I clenched the roundness of her
bare ass.  She let me kiss her face and her neck, and lick between her
titties.  I let her finger my clitoris, moaning in absolute ecstasy!

    -œAh -- Oh, yes!  Oh, yes! - I called out, when Carrie sank to her
knees so that she could lick my pussy.  My hands rested on her head as she
plunged her tongue between the folds of my snatch.  Then my friend rocked
backward onto the floor, laying completely on her back.  With her arms, she
lowered me on top of her body, breasts crushing together as we kissed
again.

    -œMmmm -- Carrie, let -(TM)s do a 69, - I suggested, even as I
repositioned myself so that my crotch was directly above her mouth.  Her
tongue teasingly flicked my labia as for the first time, I was able to
appreciate her naked lower body.  Straddling her face, I rubbed both my
hands down her belly, pausing only to let my fingers twirl around her
golden bush.  I bent down my head, to take a nice long inhale of her pussy.
Then, feeling her spread apart my butt cheeks, I began patting her vulva,
searching for her clitoris.  Just as I was about to take a mouthful of
blonde carpet, she stopped me with a poke in the ass.

    -œWait, Erica -- not yet! -

   I continued to stroke her pussy, even slipping a finger inside her, but
turned my head to ask,  -œOh, Carrie -- why not? -

   She gently pushed my bare legs off her chest so that she could sit up
again.   -œI want you to do something for me. -

    -œOh, what -(TM)s that? - I turned myself around and scooted forward
to sit in her lap.  Our pussy lips were so close, they touched, and I
juggled her tits in my hands as I gave her a kiss.

   Carrie returned the kiss sweetly, then said,  -œI want you to shave me.
Completely.  When my pussy is as bald as yours, I -(TM)ll let you eat me
out. -

    -œI kind of like your fuzz, - I admitted to my friend.   -œBut when
did you want to do this? -

    -œRight now! - Carrie laughed excitedly.  She jumped to her feet and
pulled me up afterward.

   I looked around nervously, still overheated, half-expecting to see that
Jimmy and Cody caught us playing with each other in their tree-house! 
Self-consciously, my hand clamped over my pink pussy.  Of course, there
wasn -(TM)t anybody else up here.  It was just us completely naked
seventeen-year-old girls.  Still, I kept myself covered as I crept along
with my friend.

    -œCarrie -- we can -(TM)t go down there like -- this! -

   What a sight my friend was, bending over the opening in the floor, which
caused her lower lips to stick out from behind.  She stayed in this
position, hands on her knees, but turned her head to face me.   -œSure we
can, Erica.  It -(TM)s not like they haven -(TM)t seen our naked bodies! 
And besides, we are supposed to be looking after them. -

    -œYes, - I said,  -œbut not in the nude -- -

    -œI don -(TM)t see how we have much choice.  Come on, it will be fun!
- And with that, Carrie proceeded to drop her legs down the hole between
the wooden planks, the rest of her bare form following after.

   This was crazy!  It was hard enough to believe we let a couple of fourth
graders steal all our clothes.  I guess the only thing to do was to
confront the boys.  So I spun myself around, and gingerly lowered my feet
until they found the first block of wood nailed into the side of the tree.
My arms supported my weight as I descended further, toes reaching for the
next block.  Now I remembered that on my climb up here, I had clung tightly
to the trunk.  This time it was a bit different climbing down, completely
naked.  The gnarled bark was caressing my most sensitive pink parts; my
pussy brushed against the grain of wood as I continued lower and lower. 
The wind blew gently over my skin.

   About halfway down, I looked at the green grass below me and froze.  My
fingers gripped the handhold in front of my face, but I felt my legs go
weak.  I shut my eyes, picturing the image in my mind of me trapped on the
side of the tree -- totally nude, like some forest nymph!

    -œCarrie! - I called down to my friend.   -œI don -(TM)t think I can
move -- -

    -œDon -(TM)t worry, Erica, I -(TM)ll come up and get you. - I heard my
naked friend answer below.

   She must have climbed back up, because suddenly I felt her touch on my
bare calf.  I didn -(TM)t know how she planned to help me, but it was
comforting to have her so near.  Following her instructions, I slowly moved
my legs farther apart as I hung onto the handhold for dear life.  Then
Carrie pulled herself a little higher, letting one hand rub the back of my
leg.  Soon, her head must have been directly beneath my butt.

    -œHold on tight, Erica - she said devilishly, and then started to eat
out my ass!  My clit swelled up immediately, as Carrie licked up all my
juices, her tongue bathing my labia from behind.  She paused suddenly to
ask,  -œDo you like that? -

    -œMmmm hmmmm, - I moaned, grinding my pussy into the tree.

    -œWell, there -(TM)s more where that came from, once you join me back
on the ground! -

   And just like that, Carrie scurried away, dropping to her bare feet on
the grass below.  I glanced past my shoulder and saw her flop onto her
back, brazenly spreading her legs open wide.  She even started to rub her
own pussy, further enticing me.  I was so horny then, and her ministrations
had certainly loosened me up, that I had no problem to lower myself down to
the base of the tree.

   My legs trembled a little, but I hurried over to where my friend lay
prone on the ground.  I was eager to softly rub her golden bush with my
toes.  As soon as I approached, however, Carrie jumped to her feet, her
bare breasts bouncing.

    -œWait, Erica.  We had better check on the boys first - she said.  And
just like that, she placed a hand discreetly in front of her pussy and
started marching toward the house.

   I really wasn -(TM)t keen on letting Jimmy and Cody see me exposed this
way, again.  My eyes followed the naked ass of my friend, and I found
myself calling out,  -œWait up, Carrie! -

   With an arm slung over my chest and my own fingers covering my vulva, I
jogged to catch up with her.  What a sight we must have been, two utterly
nude young girls in Alicia -(TM)s Aunt -(TM)s backyard!  When we reached
the back door of the house, I gulped dreading the further humiliation.  My
hands still clutched my body.  But I saw that Carrie didn -(TM)t even
bother to cover her breasts, she felt that her womanhood was all that need
be concealed to maintain some decency.  She smiled at me, then with her
free hand, reached out to open the door.

   It was so embarrassing entering the house like this, knowing that a
couple of eight-year-olds were hiding somewhere with all our clothes.  They
had outsmarted us, and now they were about to see our bare bodies for the
second time today.  At the same time, the shame was also arousing to me,
and I absently started grazing my swollen pussy lips with a finger.  My
condition wasn -(TM)t helped by the fact that Carrie was equally unclothed,
revealing everything to my eyes except her blonde fleece below.  The only
thing was, she didn -(TM)t seem unnerved by the situation.

    -œLet -(TM)s check the den, - my busty friend suggested.

   I only nodded and followed her lead.  My feet stepped in time with hers,
right on her heels and staying so close behind, I could smell the fragrance
of her hair.  We walked down a hallway before coming to the open space in
the wall, where a couple of steps led to the den.  Here, Carrie moved a
little further away from me and to the side.  We were now totally out in
the open of the room as our bare feet crossed the carpet.

    -œHey boys, - Carrie announced our presence, one hand resting on her
nude hip, the other still shielding her pussy.

   Jimmy and Cody had set up a video game consol in front of the large
screen TV, and they were clearly surprised to see us.

    -œWhat -- what are you two doing down here? - Cody squeaked.

   His friend also had a look of shock on his face as he turned around.  
-œI didn -(TM)t think you girls would follow us into the house!  Aren
-(TM)t you embarrassed -- -~cause you don -(TM)t have any clothes on? -

   Carrie only laughed and squeezed one of her bare breasts.   -œNah -- you
-(TM)ve already seen everything we got.  It -(TM)s no big deal.  Right,
Erica? -

    -œUm -- - I stammered.  What was she doing, trying some reverse
psychology on this obnoxious boy?  I could only shift from one foot to the
other, conscious of their roaming eyes on my nubile body.  My arms and
hands tensed, trying to keep everything covered.

   I think Jimmy sensed my discomfort, and with that, sensed an opportunity
to gain the upper hand.   -œYeah -- well, then why is Erica holding herself
all funny-like? -

    -œIt looks like she -(TM)s trying to give herself a hug -- - Cody
giggled.

   Carrie, not about to concede any ground, turned to me and said,  -œYou
heard them, Erica.  Let -(TM)s show them were not afraid.  Move your hands
out of the way. -

   Silently I shook my head, no.  But Carrie -(TM)s eyes flashed and then
her lips parted to reveal her charming smile.  I really had no choice but
to take a deep breath and let my hands fall to my sides.

   Uncovered, my nipples sprung out fully erect.  I knew that my clitoris
was also erect, though thankfully obscured by folds of skin.  Still, shaven
as I was, an experienced eye would have no difficulty spying my little
button poking out from the top of my puffed out pussy lips.  Looking over
at my friend, I saw that of course, she had remained with one hand resting
on top of her pussy.  This made me all the more aroused, and all the more
humiliated to realize that I was the only one standing here completely
naked, with everything on display!

   At last, Jimmy grunted, apparently satisfied that wewere indeed brave
enough to climb down from the tree-house and enter the home of his Aunt,
even if we were stark nude.  After staring at me for a while longer, he
then said,  -œWell, I guess we don -(TM)t need to give you back your
clothes! -

    -œWhat? - I exclaimed, then whirled around in frustration, giving the
boys a nice look at my bare butt.   -œCarrie!  They can -(TM)t be serious
-- you -(TM)re not going to let them keep us naked! -

   As much as I wanted to, I refrained from hiding my pink bits.  My friend
only insisted,  -œLet them keep our clothes.  You know you don -(TM)t mind
running around like this. -

   I didn -(TM)t know what she was talking about, but I had to play along
or else make Carrie look like a liar.  But it was so embarrassing, how
could the boys not see me blushing from head to toe, when I turned around
again with everything on show.  Not only was I completely naked, I was
shamed to admit, I was also so hot and aroused.

    -œBesides, - Carrie continued,  -œWe have some washing up to do.  Now
you boys stay in here and play your games.  Erica and I will be back to
check on you.  Come on, Erica -- -

   My eyes were locked straight ahead, and Jimmy and Cody were clearly
fascinated by my total nudity.  I almost didn -(TM)t hear what she said,
but then felt Carrie tugging my arm.

    -œCome -- on -- Erica!  We have some business to take care of in the
bathroom. -

   I inclined my head toward my friend.   -œHuh?  Oh, yes!  Of course! -

   Her fingers entwined around mine, and next thing I knew we were skipping
hand in hand out of the room, our naked butts bouncing.  I heard the two
boys laughing behind us, although we were soon back in the hallway,
following the corridor until it reached the bathroom.

    -œOK, Erica, soap me up! - Carrie said as I closed the door upon
entering, standing in all her full frontal glory.

   I did a quick search around the sink and medicine cabinet for the
supplies I would need.   -œWait, Carrie.  First, I should snip away some of
the excess hair, then we can use a razor for the rest. - I paused, taking
a pair of grooming scissors in my hand.   -œAre you sure about this?  Do
you really want to -- to take it all off? -

   My naked friend was bent over the tub, filling a basin with warm water.
-œOh, yes!  I want to be so smooth, as bald as a baby!  That -(TM)s the
only way for you to taste my pussy. -

   Well, that had my mouth watering.  So I asked Carrie to stand perfectly
still, as I positioned myself in front of her.  On my way down to examine
her crotch, I could not resist taking one of her teats in my mouth and
sampling a nipple.

    -œOoooh, - Carrie purred delightfully, and stroked her other nipple
with her free hand.   -œErica, you had better keep your mind on your
handiwork! -

   I smiled up at my friend, then proceeded to lower myself until I was
eye-level with her fuzzy vulva.  With the small scissors, I clipped away
the blonde curly pubic hair.  I occasionally rubbed my hand over her mound,
testing the length of the strands, shortening them to the point that only a
razor could be used.  Already, I could see her pussy lips were engorged,
and her clitoris was starting to emerge.  I was tempted to have myself a
little lick, but she was not cleaned up yet.

    -œAll right, Carrie, now I -(TM)m going to put the lather on you. - I
said, motioning her to bring me the basin now filled with soft, foamy soap.


   Then, with my both hands holding the bowl and lower body completely
vulnerable, my naughty friend started stroking and fingering my pussy!

    -œWhat -- oh!  What are you doing? - I gasped.

   Carrie laughed and asked unnecessarily,  -œAre you turned on, shaving me
like this? -

    -œMmmm, hmmm -- - I moaned.

    -œGood, Erica!  Because I want you to be completely aroused as you take
off all my hair. -

   Well, I didn -(TM)t need to look down to know that my pink lips were
parted and my clit was sticking straight out, it was so erect.  And I was
embarrassed to be seen in such a condition, even though Carrie was equally
nude.

   Standing in the bathtub, I took a moment to catch my breath, then
applied the tick lather to my friend -(TM)s tummy and legs and pussy.  Her
body felt so good beneath my hands, I know I must have been leaking juices.
My nipples were rock hard.  Still, with a steady hand I managed to take the
razor and start scraping just below her belly button.  Despite how horny I
was, I stayed focused on Carrie -(TM)s crotch, which was just inches from
my face.  This in turn, only made me hotter.

   Several strokes later, I had carefully removed the last of the fuzz that
sprouted along her pussy lips.  My hand brushed over her vulva, but there
was only soap and pink skin to touch.  I did use this opportunity to slip a
finger into her wet smooth slit.  And then Carrie was reaching for the
detachable showerhead, rinsing the suds off her body.  I stood back to
admire my work.

    -œOooh, that looks nice, - I said.   -œLet me have another feel! -

   As I approached my friend, we met in an embrace, my hand massaging her
bald pussy.  Sharing a kiss, I continued to fondle her labia and began to
finger Carrie -(TM)s clit.  She reached out and tweaked my nipples, causing
me to groan with desire.  But I would be frustrated once more, when she
broke our lip lock and proceeded to climb out of the tub.  After drying off
with a towel, she turned to me and pointed down at her shaved mound.

    -œWant to rub some baby oil on my pussy? -

    -œSure! - I said with glee, stepping out of the tub and taking the
bottle of lotion she handed me.  I squirted the clear gel onto my fingers,
then began rubbing my friend on the sensitive skin I had just shaved. 
Carrie was so smooth, it was unbelievable!  I knew I was blushing as I
started playing with myself right in front of her.

   My friend giggled and took a step back.   -œOK, Erica -- I think you did
pretty good job.  I feel so bare down there! -

   I could only nod as my gaze wandered down the length of her long legs,
to her cute bare toes, then back up to her now bald pussy.  Oh my goodness,
Carrie was so naked!

    -œCome on, - she said suddenly, walking past me to open the bathroom
door.   -œLet -(TM)s see if the boys notice -- -

    -œYou can -(TM)t be serious! - I mean, we could have grabbed towels to
cover ourselves, but Carrie only smiled and stepped totally nude into the
hallway.  More to myself, I said,  -œThey -(TM)ll think we like being naked
-- -

    -œAnd remember, Erica, no covering.  We have to show Jimmy and Cody
that their plan didn -(TM)t work. -

   I blushed at the thought that I would be showing them everything.  What
-(TM)s worse, as the pink flush of my embarrassment and arousal spread over
my body, my nipples stiffened, fully erect.  And watching Carrie -(TM)s
curvaceous bare behind only made my clit stick out even further.  It was so
obvious how horny I was!Still, I followed my friend through the house,
neither of us wearing any clothes.

   When we returned to the den, the boys were still playing their video
game.  Carrie and I walked up right behind them, standing side by side.  My
blonde friend confidently put her hands on her hips, her big breasts
bouncing free.  I was less sure of myself and simply stood with arms
dangling, although my legs were nicely parted.  I was horrified to realize
my juicy labia were just hanging out, but there was nothing I could do.

    -œHey boys, - Carrie finally said after more moments passed of us
being ignored.

   Jimmy and Cody reluctantly peeled their eyes away from the television
set.  Looking over their shoulders, they seemed to do a double take at
seeing us standing there stark naked.  Jimmy grunted,  -œOh -- you -(TM)re
back.  Shouldn -(TM)t you two be hiding? -

    -œWhat were you doing in there for so long, - Cody asked, recalling
the place we had gone.

    -œUm, - I answered quickly, which drew the fourth grader -(TM)s eyes
to my bare chest.   -œCarrie had to take a bath -- -

    -œYup, all clean! - Carrie giggled and made a flourish with her hand
that encompassed her nude body.

    -œI guess if you -(TM)re not wearing any clothes, - Cody observed, 
-œyou can take a bath any time. -

   A little frustrated, my brazen friend shifted her feet further apart, as
if trying to focus their attention on her pussy.   -œDo you notice anything
different? -

   The boys looked at us in annoyed silence for a moment before Jimmy
remarked,  -œI don -(TM)t know -- you both don -(TM)t have anything down
there. -

    -œCarrie, - I reminded my friend,  -œYou kept your hand over yourself
all day, and I don -(TM)t think they saw your pubic hair.  Now you and I
look the same, completely shaved. -

    -œOh, I guess so. - She said, a little disappointed.  Then, creeping
behind me, she called over my shoulder,  -œYou know, boys, the other thing
that is good about being naked is that I can show you both how -- ticklish
-- Erica is! -

   And suddenly, Carrie began running her fingers up the cheeks of my ass,
causing a delightful sensation all over my body.

    -œOh!  Please -- st-stop that! -

    -œVery ticklish on her butt, - Carrie pointed out.   -œAnd under her
arms -- -

   I laughed and squirmed beneath her touch, my tiny tits bouncing and
their long nipples quivering.  Jimmy and Cody also laughed, enjoying my
humiliation as I danced on my bare toes.  I pleaded with my friend for no
more, but she only ran her hand over my stomach.

    -œCan you guess where else Erica hates to be tickled? -

   Cody was starting to get into this new game now, and eagerly raised his
hand.   -œOn her feet? -

    -œHmmm, - Carried paused, which allowed me to catch my breath.  This
was so embarrassing -- I was naked and being tickled in front of two
eight-year-olds!  But my devilish friend would not let up.   -œOK, Erica,
please lie down on the carpet. -

   I don -(TM)t know why I did as I was told.  Maybe I thought I would
escape further tickling on my rear end.  Quickly I sat down on my butt,
then lowered my back to the comfortable floor of the den.  I brought up my
knees modestly, and for the first time since we had entered the house, I
clasped both my hands over my pussy.

   Immediately, Carrie was displeased.   -œNo, no -- lower your legs all
the way to the ground, so that your heels are on the carpet and your toes
are sticking straight up.  And move your arms extended all the way out on
either side! -

   I could not resist when she spoke so sweetly.  Very soon, I was lying on
the carpet in the den of Alicia -(TM)s Aunts house, spread eagle.  I stared
up at the ceiling knowing that there was nothing hiding the view of my bare
pink slit.  My nipples poked skyward a full inch.  Swallowing a lump of
fear and excitement, I waited to hear what she would say next.

    -œNow Jimmy and Cody, I want you to each kneel on either side of Erica.
I -(TM)m going to see how ticklish she is on the bottom of her feet, but
she might try to move around a bit.  I want you boys to gently, but firmly,
hold down her arms -- -

   I turned my head to see them get up from their video game, and the
unobstructed view they had of my spread pussy, and walk over to kneel by my
arms.  I whimpered,  -œCarrie -- no! -

    -œOh, it -(TM)ll be all right, - she reassured me.   -œBoys, you can
only hold onto her arms.  Don -(TM)t touch any other part of Erica -(TM)s
body. -

   And they carefully did as Carrie said; maybe a little nervous at first.
But these two were used to rough-housing and playing physical games.  Soon,
each one had a nice grip on my wrists and forearms.  I turned my head to
look at them with my big brown eyes, seeing them in return look down the
length of my totally naked body.  Then Carrie herself moved around to stand
directly between my feet.  I lifted my neck a little, and was mesmerized by
the revealing sight of all her curves, her swelling breast, and her shiny
new hairless pussy.  Her lips were closed, giving her a cute camel toe, but
I know mine were open like a flower as she knelt down before me.

    -œOooh -- ha, ha!  Oh, stop it, Carrie! -

   My friend had reached down and was running her fingers up both soles of
my feet.  I wriggled a little, the carpet feeling really nice on my behind,
but did not break free of the boys -(TM) hold.  More tickling from Carrie
caused me to arch my back and buck my hips, as a most unwelcome sensation
crept into my nether regions.  And then, Carrie scooted forward a bit, her
large breasts dangling, as she started stroking my calf and bare shins.

    -œWhat -- what are you doing? - I asked between spurts of laughter.

    -œI -(TM)m tickling your legs, Erica - and indeed, her fingers lightly
brushed up to my knees, then started tickling beneath.

    -œOh, oh -- ha, ha!  Please -- don -(TM)t go any further! -

   But Carrie only smiled and was soon touching my naked thighs.  This
brought yelps of pleasure from me, but horrifying, also small moans of
desire.  I wasn -(TM)t sure I could contain myself, as she stroked inside
my leg.  I kicked my feet on the floor in frustration, and my friend
brushed her fingers tantalizingly close to my pussy lips.

   She paused and looked playfully at Jimmy and Cody.   -œWhere do you
think Erica is most ticklish? -

   In reply, Carrie started touching my pussy, causing my erect clit to
stick out from its hood.  This, she flicked back and forth, and rubbed the
small nub between her thumb and forefinger!  Then she resumed her tickle
assault all over my shaved vulva.

    -œPlease -- stop -- Carrie, you -(TM)re making me -- don -(TM)t make me
cum -- - A huge orgasm was building inside me.   -œPlease -- I don -(TM)t
want to cum in front of them! -

   Confused, Cody asked,  -œCome in front of us?  But you -(TM)re already
here! -

   I ignored the boy and bit my lip, trying to hold back a very humiliating
climax.  Meanwhile, under the guise of playful teasing, Carrie continued to
openly play with my pussy.  I mean, why didn -(TM)t she just take something
and insert it inside me!  Oh, I shouldn -(TM)t think such thoughts, which
brought me closer to the edge -- I knew I was right about to cum.  And it
would be wet and messy, my juices squirting all over the carpet.  How would
I explain that to the boys?  They would think I peed myself --

    -œAaahh -- Aahh.. - I thrust my hips up, lifting my pubic mound into
Carrie -(TM)s furiously circling fingers.

   Suddenly there came the sound of a car horn, the vehicle pulling up
outside in the driveway.  I was aware of Jimmy and Cody releasing their
hold on my arms, jumping to their feet.  They nearly bolted from the den,
not wanting to get caught with two naked seventeen-year-old girls!  Carrie
also jumped to her toes, causing her bare tits to bounce wildly.  I
remained on the floor, laying in a very prone position, my body weak from
being brought so close to a massive orgasm.

   Before the boys could dash from the room, my friend called out,  -œJimmy
-- is that your Aunt -(TM)s car? -

   Just as she slung her arms over her breasts and draped a hand over her
bald pussy, who should come bounding into the den, but our friend Alicia. I
was slowly getting to my feet, when we all stopped and everyone looked at
each other.

    -œWhat -(TM)s going on here? - Alica gasped, though a smile played at
the corner of her mouth.   -œWhy are you two stark raving naked! -

    -œIt wasn -(TM)t our fault, - Jimmy cried like the big baby he was,
beneath his bully faÃ§ade.   -œThey made us do it.  Carrie and Erica took
off all their clothes -- your friends are weird! -

   Alicia only shook her head, but turned to the two boys,  -œGo on and
find somewhere else to play. -

   Still a little dizzy, I watched the fourth graders exit the room, off to
some other part of the house to wonder what just happened.  I didn -(TM)t
think to cover myself immediately, letting everything show.  The signs of
my arousal were apparent.  My whole body was flushed and pink, nipples rock
hard and pussy lips puffed out.

    -œI can -(TM)t leave you two alone anymore, can I? - Alicia walked
between us, eyeing our total nudity.   -œYou know, I don -(TM)t even want
to know.  But I -(TM)m guessing my cousin and his friend ran off with all
your clothes, and now you have no way to get dressed. -

   In the company of our friend, Carrie lowered her arms and said,  -œYeah
that -(TM)s true -- but it allowed Erica the opportunity to shave me! -

   Carrie proudly displayed her new hairless crotch to Alicia, even spread
her pink lips a little.  For the first time, I noticed that her nipples
were quite erect -- long eraser-head like protrusions atop her large fleshy
globes.  She was getting turned on by being caught naked!  I licked my lips
and started to rub my pussy.

    -œWell, you can -(TM)t stay here like this, - Alicia laughed.   -œMy
aunt is coming up the driveway with some packages.  I have to take the car
now, up to school to drop off my report.  You naughty girls go out the back
door and meet me out front.  I -(TM)m going to have to take your bare asses
with me! -

   I put my other hand shyly on top of my nude pussy.   -œOooh, Alicia --
you -(TM)re not going to drive with us in your car, completely undressed?
-

    -œWould you rather stay here and explain to my Aunt why you were
running around naked in front of her son and his friend? - She answered
the question with a slap on my butt.   -œOut you two go, now! -

   Well, what could we do?  Carrie and I jogged back through the house, our
nubile bodies jiggling, and soon we were opening the back door to step
outside totally nude.  The sun was shining down, warm on my skin.  As my
feet crossed over the grass in the yard, blades tickled between my toes. 
For the first time, I noticed what an effect this excitement was having on
my friend.  Peering around the corner of the house to make sure it was
safe, from behind I could see Carrie -(TM)s pussy lips puff out as she bent
down a little.  When she turned around completely, her shaved vulva was
nicely opening up and she caught me staring at her rock hard nipples.

    -œWow, - she giggled, squeezing her own breasts.   -œThis is so hot!
We -(TM)re going to have to make a run for Alicia -(TM)s car -- are you
ready? -

   I simply nodded at my friend, mesmerized by her complete nudity.  Then
she turned her ass toward me, and sprinted around the side of the house. 
Caught up in the moment, I didn -(TM)t think to cover up anything, but
followed right after her.  Carrie reached the empty car parked in the
driveway first, and she opened the door to slip inside.  I stood there,
waiting for her to let me in.  Instead, she only stuck her tongue out and
motioned for me to get in on the other side.  Foolishly, I started to walk
around the back of the car -- just when I stood in full view from street
that crossed in front of Alicia -(TM)s Aunt -(TM)s house, a truck drove by
and honked at the sight of my bare body!  This was so embarrassing, I
thought to myself, hurrying to reach the other passenger door that Carrie
opened for me.

    -œNice show, - she teased me once I had climbed into the back seat
with her.

   Still breathing heavy, and flushed from head to toe, I said,  -œNow what
do we do?  Is Alicia really going to drive us up to the school like this,
in the middle of the day? -

    -œOooh, I think so.  I mean, she can -(TM)t parade us around here in
front of Jimmy -(TM)s mom! - Carrie was sitting with her legs spread
apart, and she started touching her pussy.   -œHow exciting! -

    -œHow humiliating! - I shuddered at the thought of arriving on the
school property completely naked.

   My friend turned slightly on her side and reached over to massage my
left breast, taking a very erect nipple between her thumb and forefinger. 
-œOh my, Erica -- you can -(TM)t tell me this isn -(TM)t turning you on! -


   Shifting my body, I faced Carrie and our heads drew closer.  I thought
we were about to share an intimate kiss.  Suddenly, the driver -(TM)s side
door opened, startling me, and Alicia climbed behind the wheel.

    -œWell you two look comfortable back there, - our high-school friend
laughed at us.  Then she started to adjust the rearview mirror.   -œErica,
I want you to open your legs all the way apart.  Put one foot against the
door, and stretch your other leg over Carrie -(TM)s lap. -

   Even as I positioned my legs as instructed, I tried to protest.   -œBut
-- why?  Now you can see -- everything! -

    -œI had a quick chat with Jimmy and Cody.  They told me that in the
tree house, you took off your underwear on your own.  You were the one who
got all naked. -

   Oh no, how embarrassing!  And now Alicia had me with my pussy on full
display; my lips were separated and clitoris was sticking out in plain
view.

    -œSo this is your punishment, - Alicia continued,  -œfor being such a
naughty little girl.  You will sit like that for the entire trip up to
school.  My goodness, Erica, even in the mirror I can see your clit!  Is it
true, Carrie, that objects may appear bigger than they actually are? -

   Carrie had been rubbing my foot and bare leg lying over her thighs, but
now she reached with her hand to stroke my little button.   -œI don -(TM)t
know, Alicia -- it -(TM)s pretty swollen. -

    -œMmmm --.  ahhhh! - I purred, squeezing my own titties at her touch.

    -œOk, girls, hang on! -Alicia called out, readjusting the rearview
mirror and pulling out of the driveway.

   As we hit the road and started driving forward, my body jerked a little,
causing Carrie to cup my pussy full in her hand.  She used her other hand
to pull the long blonde hair out of her face, then bent down to suckle on
my tit.  It was amazing how she licked and played with the nipple using her
tongue.  At the same time, she continued to tickle my labia and then
inserted her finger in my wet pussy.

    -œOh, yes!  Oh, yes! - I cried out in pleasure.

   Alicia only laughed as she made her way down the neighborhood streets.
She was the only one wearing any clothes, while her two naked
seventeen-year-old friends masturbated in the back seat.

    -œRemember, Erica, you have to keep your legs all the way apart, -
Carrie reminded me.  She used the palm of her hand to caress my body,
rubbing circles down my stomach and vulva, then lower to feel my inner
thigh.  My friend dropped to her knees on the floor of the car and moved
closer so that she was more or less in front of me.  I placed my hands on
top of her soft head of hair, guiding her down until her mouth kissed my
bellybutton.  But Carrie didn -(TM)t stop there.  Soon, she was lapping up
my juices and sucking on my pussy lips.  Then she took my clit between her
teeth --

    -œOoooh!  I -(TM)m going to cum, I -(TM)m going to cum! -

   At the sound of my voice raised in ecstasy, Alicia floored the pedal and
we sped down the road.  This had the effect of throwing my buxom blonde
friend on top of me, landing with her large breasts in my face.  The sudden
forward motion also had the effect of preventing me from reaching my
orgasm. Although I did take this opportunity to ravish Carrie -(TM)s body.

   She settled down in front of me, so close our bare pussies touched.  I
reached around her back and squeezed her ass tightly.  Meanwhile, my nose
was still buried between her tits, as I kissed her cleavage and licked her
rising nipples.  Pretty soon, my friend was moaning too, our bodies rubbing
against each other.  This was the most amazing ride I had ever taken!

    -œOK, ladies -- we -(TM)re here. - Alicia announced, easing the car to
a stop in the school parking lot.

   The school was closed for a teacher -(TM)s conference, so there wouldn
-(TM)t be any students around.  It was a good thing, because I had
completely lost sense of my surroundings and was playing with Carrie -(TM)s
naked breasts while she kissed me full on the mouth.  But realizing the car
had stopped, she gently pulled away letting a finger trace down my chin,
then moved to a more comfortable position in the back seat.  My body was
still tingling as I watched Alicia walk around and open the door at my
side.

    -œOut of the car, Erica -- -

   Well, I was so worked up and horny at that point, I nearly jumped
outside.  It took me a moment to comprehend that I was standing bare-ass
naked in front of my high-school.  Only then did I remember to cover my
small breasts and place a hand over my shaved pussy.

    -œYou too, Carrie, - Alicia said, folding her arms patiently.  Carrie
climbed forward on her hands and knees, exiting by the same door until her
bare feet touched the black pavement.

   I watched our friend look us over, totally nude from head to toe.  The
situation was keeping me really aroused, so I made a bold suggestion.  
-œAlicia, why don -(TM)t you take off your clothes, too?  It would be so
cool if you delivered that overdue report in the nude!  We -(TM)ll go with
you. -

   Alicia examined our unclothed bodies before her and laughed,  -œAre you
crazy?  I -(TM)m not going to run around the school naked -- -

   However, her voice trembled just a little, and she rubbed a foot behind
her leg.

    -œYou know that Erica loves this, - I heard Carrie saying as she moved
my arms and hands out of the way.   -œLook how pointy her nipples are --
and her cute little pussy is just so ripe!  You should join us, and we
-(TM)ll all three go inside naked.  It -(TM)ll be fun! -

   I stood there, extremely embarrassed to be exposed this way, but it did
seem to have an effect on our friend.  Alicia looked around the empty lot
nervously and asked,  -œWhat, just take off my clothes right here? -

    -œUh-huh, - Carrie answered from behind me, her arms snaking around my
body to play with my tits.

   There was a pause for a moment, Alicia staring at my nude slender form.
Then she lifted her sweatshirt up over her head, opening the car door to
place it inside.  Next, she unbuttoned the shirt she was wearing and
removed it as well, so that her bra was now out in the open.  I saw goose
bumps spreading over her bare tummy.

    -œThis is crazy, - our brunette friend muttered, even while she
unbuckled her belt, lifting her legs out of her loose khaki trousers. 
Besides her bra, all she had left was her panties, shoes and socks.   -œDo
I have to take off -- everything? -

   Carrie reached down and parted my pussy lips with her index and middle
finger.   -œAbsolutely!  You have to be totally naked.  Just look at Erica,
here.  You can see all her pink parts! -

    -œOh, but -- - Alicia started, stepping out of both shoes, then
bending down to peel off her socks.  When she was standing in the school
parking lot in her bare feet, she continued,  -œWell, you won -(TM)t be
able to see everything on me. -

   By way of explanation, she lowered her underwear to reveal a trim, but
nice brown bush.

    -œHmmm -- you should think about shaving that, - Carrie suggested. 
She walked out in front of Alicia and said,  -œI really like how my nude
pussy looks.  And it feels so smooth!  Why don -(TM)t you test Erica -- -

   I gasped at the suggestion, but did not move to cover myself.  Alicia
smiled shyly and giggled, unsure of what to do.  Slowly, I watched her arm
extend toward me, and then her fingers lightly touched my vulva.  With more
confidence, Alicia rubbed and prodded my hairless mound, even sticking a
finger inside my slit!

    -œUungh --ahhh! - I moaned.

   Alicia laughed,  -œOh my, she -(TM)s wet! -

   Naked as the day she was born, Carrie took our friend -(TM)s arm in her
hands, and raised it so she could suck the finger that dripped with my
pussy juice.   -œNow let -(TM)s get the rest of these things off you! -

   It didn -(TM)t take much more convincing, Alicia rolled her panties down
her legs and off her toes.  Then she turned around to let Carrie unhook her
bra.  It was unreal watching all of this.  I was completely naked, my eyes
fixed on Carries bare ass as she took from Alicia her last article of
clothing.  And then all three of us were totally nude in front of our
school!

    -œOh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, - Alicia suddenly giggled
draping arms over her decent sized breasts and her bush.   -œAll those
times we stripped Erica -- so this is what it feels like! -

    -œMmmm, not exactly - I pointed out, while thumbing my clit in front
of her.  It was so hot seeing my friends naked with me, knowing we could
all be caught.   -œBut no one else has seen you yet. -

   Carrie gave Alicia a playful slap on her bare butt.   -œAnd no more
covering!  We let it all hang out, right Erica?  You -(TM)ve got to show
tits, ass, and pussy if you want to be part of the Nude Sister Club! -

   We all laughed at such a declaration, especially Carrie, which caused
her gorgeous breasts to bounce wildly.  Finally, Alicia put her hands at
her sides, revealing her shapely figure.  I noticed that all our nipples
were very erect.  But while our darker haired friend had the concealment of
her pubes, and Carrie was sporting a cute camel toe, I looked down to see
my pussy was wide open and glistening.  Oh, it was so embarrassing -- we
were all naked, but clearly I was the most aroused.  I decided I had better
not keep touching myself.

    -œWell, I guess I should grab my report to bring upstairs, - Alicia
announced.

   When she opened the front passenger side door, our friend had to bend
over to retrieve the school report out of her bag.  Carrie and I got a nice
view of her pink pussy lips from behind.  Then she stood and spun around,
self-consciously placing the binder in front of her crotch.

    -œNo covering, - I reminded her, my own hands resting lightly on the
sides of my legs.

   Alicia sighed and also dropped her arms, and it appeared there was some
moisture in her bush.   -œRight -- OK, let -(TM)s go! -

    -œI think we had better go around through the back entrance, - Carrie
said, taking my wrist and pulling me along.

   We crept over to the side of the building, until our butts were against
the brick wall, our shaved pussies totally exposed.  Alicia reluctantly
came over to join us, her boobs bouncing deliciously.  She looked so
naughty holding her report binder like a studious school girl, but not
wearing any clothes!  When she stood next to me with her legs slightly
parted, I thought I noticed her labia starting to peek out.

    -œErica, - Carrie whispered in my ear, drawing my focus away from
Alicia -(TM)s pussy.   -œGo and see if it -(TM)s safe -- -

   I started to shake my head, saying that I didn -(TM)t want to go alone,
but Carrie took my face in her hands and kissed me full on the mouth. 
Standing on my bare toes, I placed my hands on her breasts just to feel her
nipples rise against my palms.  Well, after that, how could I refuse!

   Breathless, I took a few steps away from my friends and rounded the
corner, expecting it to be just as quiet on this side of the school.  At
first, all I could concentrate was on the sight of my bare skin moving
forward across the blacktop.  Away from the prying eyes of Alicia and
Carrie, I let my hands slip back into a defensive position.  Actually,
because I am sensitive about the size of my breasts, I had my palms cupped
over quivering nipples and left my pussy completely exposed.  I slowly
walked this way a few more feet, before I heard the sound of voices!

   Looking to my left, I stopped and watched figures moving over the grassy
sports field.  It appeared the boys soccer team was practicing today!  Oh
no, did they see me?  For a moment, I panicked and brought my hands to my
head and froze, which had the effect of revealing my entire nude body.  I
heard the coach -(TM)s whistle and voices raised in the heat of the
activity.  I wasn -(TM)t sure if anyone had noticed me --

   Finally I came to my senses and turned around (showing my bare butt to
the soccer team) so I could run back around the corner where my friends
were waiting.

    -œEek!  Carrie -- Alicia, - I called out,  -œThey -(TM)re holding
soccer practice this afternoon! -

   My two friends giggled as I hunched slightly before them, nervously
glancing over my shoulder as if I was being followed.  Carrie pushed my
arms out of the way and asked,  -œSo did any hot guys get to see you? -

    -œOh my, - Alicia now had her head swerving from side to side.  
-œThis is getting a little risky -- maybe I should just get dressed and,
well -- you can wait in my car. -

   Our bolder, and buck naked blonde friend simply started moving toward
the school -(TM)s front entrance.   -œOh, I would be so disappointed.  Come
on, let -(TM)s deliver that report! -

   Alicia and I looked at each other, and shrugged our bare shoulders.  To
tell the truth, I was so horny right now, I wasn -(TM)t ready to put my
clothes back on.  Of course, I didn -(TM)t have any way to get dressed
again, which is what made it so exciting for me, the fact that I was
essentially trapped here naked.  And Alicia -(TM)s sweet areolas were
puffed up with nipples firmly erect.  I could see that she was enjoying
this too.  We decided to follow Carrie, even though we knew there were
other people around.

   With the front parking lot empty except for one car, it was relatively
safe for us to proceed.  Soon, our bare legs and feet were climbing the
steps that led to the large double doors.  Alicia and I were on either side
of our friend, and as we came closer, we could make out our reflections in
the dark glass.  Three pairs of breasts jiggled forward, and I realized
that our backsides were totally on display should anyone come around and
look in our direction.

    -œHurry, - I said to my two taller friends, dancing on my toes.  
-œLet -(TM)s get inside -- -

   Carrie tweaked one of my nipples and laughed,  -œMy, aren -(TM)t you
anxious to show off your nude little body to the faculty!  OK, let -(TM)s
go! -

    -œYou -- you don -(TM)t think we -(TM)ll really get caught, - Alicia
asked apprehensively.

   But I had already opened the unlocked door, and ushered my naked friends
inside.  I urged them to move quickly, as it appeared awfully quiet once we
stepped inside the school.  This was so unreal, so exhilarating to be
standing like this in the lobby, completely undressed!  Passing by the
glass trophy case, we were treated again to the images of our young
unclothed bodies -- perky nipples and pussies in full view.  The sight had
me nearly fingering myself.

    -œSo -- so where do we have to bring your report, - I asked,
desperately trying to keep my hands away from my crotch.

   Alicia spun around, a little disorientated, giving me a nice look at her
shapely ass.   -œUm -- well, his classroom is on the third floor.  I
thought I would just leave it on his desk. -

    -œMmmm, - Carrie purred,  -œI think I -(TM)ll see if the front office
is empty.  Maybe I -(TM)ll sit in the principal -(TM)s chair and play with
myself! -

    -œOh, you are just horrible! - Alicia laughed and spanked the busty
blonde on her butt.

   Carrie smiled devilishly and replied,  -œWell maybe I -(TM)ll cum all
over his chair -- -

    -œThat, I have got to see, - I giggled excitedly, then added,  -œAre
you really ready to cum? -

   In reply, my friend walked up to me and spread her shaved pussy lips.  I
could see the wetness of her exposed pink parts, and even her clitoris was
sticking out a little.  Carrie took my fingers and placed them on her slit.
I started toying with her slick pussy, and pushed her clit with my thumb.

    -œOooh, Erica -- we had better hurry, or you just might bring me off
right here! -

   Together, we ran down the hall, our bare feet slapping down the
corridor. I could hear Alicia approaching fast behind us.  This was
inredible, I thought as we entered the front office.  I would die of
embarrassment if anyone found us naked, but it was also so hot and
arousing! We were standing right in front of the counter where the
secretaries sat, just across from the pigeon-holed mailboxes where the
teachers would come to collect their papers.  Alicia, Carrie, and I giggled
like schoolgirls -- naughty schoolgirls without a stitch of clothing!  Our
butts wiggled with the thrill of our total nudity.

   And then I watched Carrie -(TM)s full bare ass walk around the counter
and knock lightly on the door to the Principal -(TM)s office.  She pressed
her body against the wood and charmingly asked if anyone was inside.  I had
the sudden fear that the door would open, and our Principal would step out.
And what a sight he would be greeted with -- three of his senior girls
standing stark naked before his office!  We would all be in so much
trouble; he would take us inside and make us each stand with hands on our
heads, revealing absolutely everything, while he administered individual
over the knee, bare-butt spankings --

    -œDamn, it -(TM)s locked, - Carrie muttered as she tried the knob.

    -œWe could try the Dean of Students office, - Alicia suggested
helpfully.   -œIt -(TM)s just next door. -

   Our friend whirled around, causing her big tits to bounce wildly.  She
had a great grin on her face, and I was already heading back into the
hallway.  I was so caught up in the situation, I didn -(TM)t bother to look
around first or take any precautions for modesty.  Oh well, I figured, no
one seems to be around anyway.  Part of me was thinking that we were
supposed to be delivering Alicia -(TM)s overdue report, and we should do
that before our luck runs out.  But another part of me, nearly half an inch
fully erect and sticking out of its hood, was so tempted by the idea of
Carrie masturbating in front of us.  I found that the door to the Dean of
Students office opened quite easily.  It was dark and quiet inside.

   I jumped with a squeak when Carrie appeared behind me, running a playful
finger up the crack of my ass.  She gently pushed passed me, turning on the
light to survey the contents of the room.  Alicia and I padded in after
her, and shut the door closed.

    -œOK, it -(TM)s show time! - our friend announced as she strolled
around the messy desk strewn with papers and folders.

   She eagerly climbed into the black leather seat, which must have felt
good on her hot naked skin.  Carrie draped her long legs over each of the
armrests, leaving her bald pussy wide open.  First she squeezed her
luscious breasts, and massaged them until there wasn -(TM)t a soft nipple
in the room.  Then she licked the fingers of one hand, letting it slowly
trace down her chest and belly.  Alicia and I both looked on, amazed, as
Carrie began to touch her vulva.  Tickling, then stretching her labia,
finally darting her finger inside the folds of pink skin.  While she
continued to rub her breast, I watched her toes curl with the rapid tapping
of her clitoris.

   Finally, I couldn -(TM)t watch any longer.  Remembering her promise from
earlier in the day, the reason why she let me shave her, I slid myself in
front of the chair and sank to my knees.  I was vaguely aware of Alicia
following behind me, but my eyes were focused on Carrie -(TM)s sweet pussy.
When I put my hands on her thighs, she pulled out her finger and let me
start to eat.  My tongue lapped up her juices and began sucking her lips.
Meanwhile, Carrie ran her fingers through my hair, gently pushing my head
deeper into her crotch.

    -œMmmm -- ahhhh, - I moaned in unison with my friend.  There was
something incredible going on down by my own pussy!

   Alicia had laid back on the carpet of the office floor, her face just
beneath my body.  She placed her hands on my softly rocking hips, and was
now licking my clitoris!  I couldn -(TM)t believe how good it felt -- I
couldn -(TM)t believe how good Carrie tasted.  I couldn -(TM)t believe we
were having a threesome in the office of the Dean of Students!

   Carrie gave a gasp of pleasure, and her cum dripped onto my tongue.  I
was also about to have a massive orgasm, which would cream Alicia -(TM)s
face.  I was wondering which one of us would have to munch on her carpet,
when suddenly the door opened!

    -œWhat the hell is going on here, - came the sound of a female voice.

   I was on all fours, my face buried in Carrie -(TM)s leaking pussy, and
Alicia lay beneath me, her legs spread wide open.  Whoever just walked in
had a clear view of my bare backside, and my brunette friend -(TM)s furry
slit.  The voice, however, did not sound like an older woman, but someone
about our age.

    -œOh -- hi, Lisa! - Carrie giggled as she stretched her arms
languidly.

   Immediately jumping to my feet, I stepped over Alicia and turned around
to face Lisa the Bitch.  She was wearing a smart button-down shirt and a
black pair of trousers.  Her lip curled in a sneer as she looked over my
nude body from head to toe.  I saw that she was holding a bundle of
something in her arms.

   Lisa looked down at Alicia, still lying naked on the floor, then back at
me.   -œI noticed Alicia -(TM)s car outside, and found a full set of
clothes on the seat.  I figured you would be involved, Erica. -

   Covering my small tits and pussy, I tried to explain.   -œWell, um, you
see -- Carrie and I were already n-naked -- and Alicia had to drive us to
school so her Aunt wouldn -(TM)t catch us n-naked -- and then we talked
Alicia into taking off everything so she could deliver her school report --
-

    -œActually, it was all Erica -(TM)s idea, - Carrie smiled at her
friend Lisa.  She kept her bare shapely legs hanging over the chair -(TM)s
armrests and pointed at her pussy.   -œShe even shaved me bald, the horny
little girl! -

   Oh, this was so embarrassing!  To be caught stark nude by Lisa was
badeenough, but for her to see me eating out Carrie, and then learn that I
had shaved her pussy hair -- I was blushing all over, even as my three pink
parts were swollen hard!

   Lisa shook her head and dropped Alicia -(TM)s clothes on her belly.  
-œStand up and get dressed. -

   Alicia clutched her things tightly to her stomach with one arm, and used
the back of the other to wipe her mouth.  I hadn -(TM)t cum yet, but
clearly my juices had trickled onto her lips.  I watched as she quickly put
on her underwear, and pants and shirt.  As she pulled on her socks and
shoes, for some reason, I felt so humiliated.  All I could do was clasp
both my hands in front of my pussy.

    -œThere will be towels in the gym locker room, - Lisa told us.  
-œAlicia, grab your report and you two follow me! -

   I sighed with relief as we exited the office and stepped out into the
empty hallway.  At least, she was going to let us get covered.  I didn
-(TM)t know how much longer I could keep running around in the bare, as I
never reached my orgasm and I was horny as hell!  But I was also a little
afraid, because if Lisa had been roaming around and discovered us, then so
could other people -- other teachers, or worse, our classmates.  They would
all laugh at me to see me in such a state!  Carrie, however, didn -(TM)t
seem to mind.

    -œWill you stop bouncing like that! - Lisa snapped walking next to our
buxom friend.

   Squeezing her breasts, Carrie laughed,  -œI can -(TM)t help it -- my
titties are just so big and bouncy! -

    -œAnd her butt, too, - Alicia commented.   -œIt -(TM)s a good thing
you normally wear clothes, because every part of you absolutely jiggles! -


    -œAnd look how smooth her pussy is now, - Lisa said out loud.

   Oh, oh -- they were blatantly talking about Carrie -(TM)s nude body,
which was driving me crazy.  I held my breasts with both hands as my bare
legs rubbed together walking down the corridor.  My out outer lips opened
up, causing my labia to hang down.  The sound of Lisa -(TM)s heels clicking
over the floor only heightened my embarrassment, Alicia -(TM)s shoes
echoing in time.  In contrast, my bare feet slapped loudly on the cool
floor, making me so aware of my nudity.

   The four of us continued this way, rounding a corner until we started
approaching the area where the gymnasium was located.  I suddenly
remembered that the boys soccer team was practicing outside, and they could
come in through the back entrance at any moment.  I looked around fretfully
as I walked bare-ass nude with my other naked friend and our two clothed
friends.  Now I cautiously lowered my hand to hide my protruding clitoris,
just as Lisa brought us to a stop.

    -œOK, in we go -- - the bossy blonde commanded.

   Over the laughter of Alicia and Carrie, I whined,  -œBut -- but, Lisa,
this is the door to the boys locker room! -

    -œExactly, - she said pushing me through with a shove.  The other
girls followed after.

   Luckily, the wide room was empty.  In three full years at this high
school, I had never been inside here.  It was kind of weird moving along
the tiles, though it was not much different from the girls locker room. 
There was a faint musky smell in the air, the scent of deodorant or
aftershave, too.  The fact that I was stark naked made it all the more
bizarre, but I was strangely fascinated by the occasional piece of sports
equipment lying about.  I let my hands drop to my sides.

    -œYou were right, - Carrie called from somewhere in the distance.

   I don -(TM)t remember us becoming separated so quickly.  Then I watched
as she strolled out from behind a shower stall, a white towel wrapped
tightly around her body.  Keeping it closed in the front with her hand, the
cloth material reached from the top of her breasts to just the tops of her
thighs.  She was still showing a lot of skin, but had everything covered.

    -œPerfect, - Lisa said with hands on her hips, then motioned for all
of us to gather around.   -œErica, you of course must remain totally naked.
That is your punishment for being such a dirty girl, and making my friends
take off their clothes! -

    -œBut -- - I started to plead, spreading my arms wide for emphasis,
which only caused me to expose all my private parts.

   Lisa, however, only folded her arms across her chest and continued.  
-œAnd such a dirty little girl needs to take a shower. -

   I looked around, thankfully it was just us four senior girls.  Alicia
and Carrie grinned at me, as I was the only one still nude.  Turning to
Lisa, I asked,  -œYou want me to take a shower -- in the boys locker room?
-

   Even as I spoke the words, my nipples instantly hardened.  I could swear
they were pointing toward the ceiling.  I dare not look down at my pussy.
But Lisa stood in front of me and softly touched my clit.

    -œThat -(TM)s right, Erica.  You are going to take a shower, and you
may not play with yourself.  Under no circumstances are you allowed to cum!
-

    -œMmmm, - I moaned and knew that I would do whatever she asked.

   Suddenly, the locker room door banged open, and there was the noise of
many male voices --laughing, talking, and shouting.  But they were brought
to an abrupt hush of silence, when they caught sight of the four girls
standing in the center of the floor.  Four high school seniors, one of them
just wearing a towel.  And the other one -- Oh my gosh, I was completely
naked in front of the boys soccer team!  My brown eyes went wide as I
looked at each of their faces, before I remembered to cover myself with
hands and arms.

    -œJust in time, - Lisa announced like a circus ringmaster.   -œYou
boys are in for a treat, as our friend here needs to use the shower.  I
-(TM)m sure no one here will mind as we wait for her to finish? -

   As the team shuffled forward to take their seats on the benches, I
couldn -(TM)t help but notice a lot of bulges in their collective shorts.
It kind of made me feel good to know that my body gave them an erection,
but I guess the whole situation was kind of hot.  I saw more then a few
boys staring at Carrie in her towel instead of me, and that also made me a
little embarrassed.  Trying to see if there was any way out of this, I
looked to Lisa with my arms wrapped around my chest and hips.  But her icy
glare only sent me hopping toward the nearest shower stall.

   Now I knew that all eyes had turned in my direction, as everyone had a
good look at my cute little ass.  There were some whistles and there were
even some who said as much.  So I shook my butt a little as I reached out
to turn the faucet.  Careless, I kept my legs parted slightly, and as I
bent forward to take the soap, my pussy lips were in clear view from
behind! The water hit me, causing me to jump on my toes.  That sent my bare
tits quivering, though no one saw this.  I started soaping up my belly and
thighs.  Turning to my side, I rubbed my lean legs from my knees down to my
feet.  From this profile view, the boys could see how pointy my nipples
were, sticking straight out like darts.  I was thankful for the spray of
water that prevented me from hearing their comments!

   Well, after I rinsed off my front and sides, I lathered up my butt
cheeks and lower back.  There was nothing left to do but turn around now
and show them everything.  The stream of water felt so good as it hit my
skin, I really wanted nothing more than to masturbate in front of the
soccer team, but I knew Lisa said I couldn -(TM)t.  In fact, if I even
touched myself, I think I would cum on the spot -- that would be so
humiliating!  Instead, I closed my eyes and let my hands run through my
hair beneath the showerhead.  Of course, this had me exposing everything to
the boys, and I mean nothing was left to the imagination.  They saw my
perky tits, by flat tummy, and pink little pussy.  What -(TM)s worse, as I
arched my back to rinse my hair real good, my pussy lips parted and my clit
was poking right at them.  I -(TM)m pretty sure some of the boys were
rubbing their groin.

   Finally, I spun around to turn off the faucet.  I was left standing
naked and dripping wet before a dozen or so people, including my friends.
Water beaded over my body, running down my legs, and I just stood there not
even bothering to hide my nudity.  I couldn -(TM)t believe the show I had
just given!

   Then Lisa handed me a towel and said,  -œYou can dry yourself, Erica,
except for your hair. -

   A little confused, I proceeded to pat down my arms and my chest, yet
leaving my hair to hang glistening in strings.  I finished rubbing off the
rest of my body, then wrapped the towel around me, making a knot in front
of my A-cup breasts.  There were a few jokes about what was keeping it up,
which made me blush.

    -œI didn -(TM)t say you could keep the towel! - Lisa scolded, then
yanked the cloth material right off me.

   Immediately, my nipples sprang out fully erect, and someone commented
that was what had been holding the towel up.  For sure, my nips were so
extended, I think you could place coat hangers on each one!  I was about to
place a hand over my bald pussy, when Lisa took my arm and started to drag
me back toward the locker room exit.  Slowly she marched me in front of the
line of soccer players who got a nice close-up look at my passing nude
body.

    -œAll right, show -(TM)s over, - Lisa said, but not before one of the
guys slapped me on the bare ass!

   Alicia and Carrie (still clad in just a towel) joined us by the door. 
Before leaving, one of the dazzled and dumbfounded boys called out,  -œYou
mean you -(TM)re taking her outside naked? -

    -œYeah, it -(TM)s like an initiation -- or something, - Carrie
laughed. Then she opened her towel to give the team a quick parting flash,
which brought much applause at the sight of her massive round breasts and
shaved pussy.

   Once we were back in hallway, I watched my blonde friend fit the towel
snugly around her body again.  This, and thefeel of my still-wet hair
dripping on my bare shoulders, served to remind me that I remained quite
nude.

    -œNow what? - I asked timidly, although the way I looked at each of my
friends, it might have sounded a bit too eager.

   Alicia held her binder in front of her chest.   -œI still have to
deliver my report, or I -(TM)m going to be in trouble. -

    -œWell, we can -(TM)t let that happen, - Lisa said patting my friend
on the shoulder.   -œErica, are your hands dry? -

   I held out my palms, which caused Carrie to smile in delight, as it left
me with everything on display.  Knowing that her eyes were locked on my
hairless crotch, I still managed to answer,  -œYes -- Lisa, only my head is
still wet. -

    -œThat will be good enough.  Here, take Alicia -(TM)s binder.  You are
going to deliver the report for her.  I know for a fact that her teacher is
back in the classroom working on papers. -

   Speechless, I stared at Lisa for a moment.  When she thrust the report
into my arms, I grasped it tightly, turning my head to see if anyone was
watching.  Just a little while ago, I had licked my lips and was turned on
by the vision of an unclothed Alicia carrying around her schoolwork.  Now
the tables were turned, and I was the naughty schoolgirl; naughty and naked
and about to show myself in front of a teacher?

    -œLisa -- I c-cant -- I can -(TM)t do that! - I whimpered, crossing my
arms over the binder against my tits.

   She moved close and let her fingers stroke the wet strands of my hair. 
-œSure you can, Erica.  You -(TM)ll just have to explain that you were
taking a shower, and someone stole all your clothes.  But you promised
Alicia that you would drop off her report.  And you couldn -(TM)t let down
your best friend, now could you? -

   I looked wide-eyed at Alicia who only giggled at me,  -œWhy, Erica, what
a good friend you are!  You would even deliver my report to my teacher,
bare-ass nude, just so I wouldn -(TM)t get in trouble! -

    -œThat -(TM)s ridiculous, - I shook my head, sending droplets of water
flying to either side of the hallway.   -œI won -(TM)t do it -- -

    -œOh no? - Lisa smiled mischievously, then reached down to cup my
totally exposed bare pussy.   -œHow close are you to having an orgasm? -

    -œAaahhh -- - I gasped feeling her tickle my clit.  And there was
nothing I could do to stop these sensations!  Carrie moved in behind me,
started fondling my ass.  As soon as she kissed the back of my neck, I
whispered,  -œI -(TM)m going to cum! -

    -œNo you are not, - Lisa said and withdrew her hand.  Even the warmth
of Carrie -(TM)s body vanished as she backed away.  Oh, this was so
frustrating!  Lisa continued her instructions.   -œNow, not only are you
going to bring Alicia -(TM)s report to her teacher stark naked, but also
extremely aroused -- on the very edge of a climax!  And without letting him
on to what you are doing, you are going to have that orgasm right in front
of her teacher -- -

   In spite of the predicament I was in, I started rubbing the report
against my nipples.   -œPlease don -(TM)t make me do this! -

    -œWe -(TM)re going to inspect you when you -(TM)re done, Erica, so don
-(TM)t disappoint us! -

   Alicia and Carrie just smiled at me, as I clutched the binder to my
stomach.   -œCan I cover myself, at least? -

   Lisa thought for a moment, and said,  -œWe -(TM)ll leave that up to you.
Who knows -- maybe you want to show off your little body!  All right, then,
let -(TM)s go before your hair dries, and you loose your excuse for running
around naked. -

   She made a good point.  As absurd as this story was going to be, it was
the only excuse that would afford me the opportunity to approach another
teacher without any clothes.  I began walking back down the quiet corridor,
toward the school lobby where the stairs were.  The other three girls
followed behind me, watching my tender ass wiggle with each step.  No one
else was around, though I was very careful as I turned each corner.  Soon,
I reached the foot of the stairwell.  For a moment, I thought my friends
would disappear on me.  I glanced over my shoulder, looking to Alicia for
direction.

    -œMy class is on the third floor -- room 305, - She told me.

   Lisa then put a hand on her arm, preventing my friend from following me.
 -œYou -(TM)re going up by yourself, Erica.  And when you finish your task,
Carrie is going to inspect you.  So you better make it a good one -- -

   I gulped in fear, staring from one blonde to the other.  Carrie coyly
adjusted the towel around her bosom and winked at me.  I supposed the
thought that afterward she would have to finger or lick my pussy to prove
that I had cum upstairs, gave me some encouragement.  So with butterflies
in my tummy, I lifted my bare foot to the first step.

   It was one thing to be seen naked by the soccer team.  I mean, they were
just teenage boys and some were probably just as embarrassed as I was.  I
bet some of them were jerking themselves off right now.  But exposing
myself to a teacher was going to be really humiliating.  What if I ended up
taking his class in the second half of the year?  Every time he would look
at me, he would remember that sight of my nude body that I was about to
show him deliberately.  Well, it wasn -(TM)t quite deliberate -- Lisa was
making me do this!

   I touched my hair as I arrived on the landing to the third floor.  The
top had dried a little, but the ends were still wet.  And there were still
drops of water on the bare skin of my shoulders.  I also touched my pussy
lightly, knowing that I would have to reach an orgasm quickly and without
being too obvious about it.  No problem there, my clitoris was already
swollen.  I was so ready to go off.

   The hallways were darkened up here, as classes were not in session
today. This made me feel a little more relaxed, and I even lowered the
binder and my other hand to my sides.  The tiles of the floor were of
course cool beneath my feet, making me acutely aware of my naked condition
and keeping me horny.  There was a shaft of light coming out of one room
off to the side -- no doubt, Alicia -(TM)s classroom.  Damn!  I was hoping
he would have been gone, and I would have to leave the report by the door.
But then, part of me also wanted to carry out this mission.

   Silently I crept along the walls, until my next step would have my toes
and leg in full view of the open doorway.  I took a deep breath.  I draped
an arm tightly across my chest so that both my nipples were covered. 
Alicia -(TM)s report, I held against my bare pubic mound.  Another deep
breath, and I walked inside the classroom.

   Seeing the teacher hunched over his desk, absorbed in his work, I
cleared my throat and said,  -œExcuse me -- -

   And then I glanced to my side and saw that there were other students in
here!  Two boys and two girls -- they looked to be freshmen or sophomores.
Oh no, Lisa had set me up!  And they could see the totally exposed side of
my body!

    -œYes, what is it -- - the teacher started as he put down his pen and
peered over his glasses at me.   -œMy goodness, young lady, where are your
clothes? -

   I was still fixed on the students now giggling at me, but then turned
back to answer the teacher.   -œOh my -- I, uh, that is -- I was taking a
shower in the boys, I mean girls, locker room, and -- -

    -œWhy have you walked up here completely naked? - He asked
impatiently.  -œAre you in my 9th grade English class? -

   How embarrassing!  Because of my slight and slender frame, he thought I
was maybe 14 years old!

    -œNooo!, - I whined, stepping up on my toes a little, as if that would
make me look taller.   -œI got out of the shower -- and, and all my clothes
were gone.  I -(TM)m a senior like Alicia in your 12th grade class --I
promised I was going to drop off her report today! -

   An older, balding man, Alicia -(TM)s teacher now sat back in his chair,
eyeing me from head to toe.   -œAh yes, that is correct.  She was already
overdue with that assignment, and today was the very last day I would
accept it from her.  Very considerate of you, Miss --? -

    -œErica, - I nodded shyly, then glanced back at the younger students
ogling my bare body.  My nipples were so erect they felt like they were on
fire!

    -œYes, well, it was very considerate of you, Erica, to deliver Alicia
-(TM)s report in spite of your -- situation. -

   A moment of awkward silence passed between us, I don -(TM)t think anyone
in the room was breathing.  Finally, the teacher shifted in his chair and
glared at me, holding out his hand.

    -œI suppose you had better give that to me, Erica. -

   I nodded, and slowly lowered my arm to grip the binder on its other
edge. This exposed to him my bare breasts.  Then, with shaking hands, I
stretched my arms out to present the report, bringing my pussy into view.
Alicia -(TM)s work must have had the scent of my feminine musk.  The
teacher sat forward a little to take my only covering in his fingers.  He
had to tug at first before I finally released it.  And then I brought my
own hands to my sides.

   Now I was standing completely naked at the front of the classroom next
to the teacher -(TM)s desk.  There were five people looking at me, and I
wasn -(TM)t hiding anything.  I thought I would die of shame, but I also
felt so hot and sexy.

    -œIs there anything else, - the teacher asked, with an unobstructed
view of my small tits and labia.

   I stood there, and bit my lip to keep from making a sound.  My legs
rubbed together slightly, enough to cause friction and a warm tingling
inside my pussy.  My hips bucked forward and back just a little, as if I
had momentarily lost my equilibrium.  And then my eyes fluttered, my toes
curled, my arms quivered, and silently I had a very public orgasm.  I could
feel my girl cum trickling down my inner thigh, and I knew I had better
return to my friends.

   Exasperated at my brazen display of total nudity, Alicia -(TM)s teacher
asked,  -œCan you not find something to wear at all? -

    -œAaah -- - I started, still feeling the lingering aftereffects of my
climax,  -œUm -- I just remembered I have some spare clothes in my car. -

   I don -(TM)t think he believed me, but over the giggling of his
students, he said,  -œWell, please hurry back downstairs and get dressed.
The school is nearly empty, so hopefully no one else will see you! -

    -œYes sir, - I replied meekly, turning around so that I flashed my
butt to the other boys and girls.

   If he only knew that an entire soccer team had already seen my naked
body!  I quickly spun on my heel to face the door, exposing my puffed out
pussy lips from behind as I jogged out into the hallway.  I wish my pointy
nipples didn -(TM)t wiggle so much with my movements, causing the students
to laugh and whistle at my departure.

   I raced down the stairs, not knowing what to expect.  Half of me would
not be surprised to find that Lisa, Carrie, and Alicia had left me stranded
here.  I was just thinking about the possibility of another walk home in
the nude, my bare feet slapping over the last few steps.  But exiting the
stairwell into the lobby, the three girls were waiting for me.

    -œDid he get my report, - Alicia seemed more concerned about getting
in trouble with her teacher than me.  I nodded, and she gave me an
approving peck on the cheek.   -œGood girl, Erica! -

    -œAnd how about the other part of your special delivery, - Lisa folded
her arms.   -œGo ahead -- spread that pink slit of yours! -

   Stark naked in the high school lobby, I placed my feet about
shoulder-width apart, and squatted just a little.  With my two index
fingers, I pulled open my vulva and showed the girls.

    -œWell, she certainly looks wet, - Carrie observed.

   She padded up to me and held onto her towel so that it wouldn -(TM)t
slip.  Her fingers pressed lightly on my belly, then she moved her hand to
run along the tops of my thighs.  Feeling the slickness of my skin, she
ventured further north, and pushed her long middle finger deep inside my
pussy.  As I gasped with pleasure, I came again, and Carrie lifted up her
palm to lick off my sweet cum.

    -œMmmm -- this is a fresh batch, - my friend said between sucking her
fingers dry.   -œBut it -(TM)s definitely not her first ejaculation! -

   Oh, to hear her talk that way, in such graphic detail!  I was so
embarrassed even in front of my friends.  There was no hiding my
humiliation and arousal.  Breathless, I asked  -œCan -- can we just go now?
-

    -œOooh, Erica is so cute when she -(TM)s blushing, - Alicia pointed
out.   -œShe -(TM)s pink all over!  I want to driver her home like this. -


   Lisa started leading us to the school -(TM)s front door.   -œOK, but
Carrie is riding with me.  We need to discuss our plans for little Erica.
-

   We walked outside into the cool air of the latter afternoon.  My
throbbing nips remained erect, although I cautiously placed a hand over my
pussy.  I saw that Lisa had parked her blue Volkswagen next to Alicia
-(TM)s car.  The two drivers entered their vehicles, and waited for Carrie
and I to open the passenger side doors so we could climb inside.  At least
she still had her towel -- I was wearing nothing!

   Backing up in the empty school parking lot, the cars then circled and
spun around, pulling next to each other facing opposite directions.  Lisa
and Alicia rolled down their windows.

    -œLet -(TM)s drive around until dark, - Lisa said,  -œand then head
back to your Aunt -(TM)s house.  We can sneak back into your cousin -(TM)s
tree house! -

   Alicia nodded and rubbed my bare thigh.   -œOooh, this sounds fun! -

   We ended up following Lisa as we left the parking lot and pulled onto
the street.  I was nervous, sitting there in Alicia -(TM)s car, up front
and without a stitch.  My perky breasts were on full display, I let my
hands rest in my lap.

    -œWhat an exciting day, - my friend next to me said.   -œI wonder what
could make it even more wild? -

   Ahead of us, Lisa was maybe two car-lengths down the road.  Suddenly,
their passenger side window opened as Carrie stuck out her arm to wave at
us.  And then, something large and white came flying out the window,
passing me to the right, whipping down the street.

   She had thrown her towel out of the moving automobile!

   I immediately lifted my legs apart and placed my bare feet on the
dashboard of Alicia -(TM)s car.  And began to bring myself to another
orgasm --



   17 - Erica -(TM)s Boots

   I was wearing a pair of the cutest ankle-high suede boots, which I had
just purchased moments ago.  They were absolutely adorable; light brown and
velvety soft to the touch.  They also felt really comfortable on my feet.
Sometimes it -(TM)s hard for me to find shoes in my exact, tiny size.  But
these boots fit perfectly.  I also liked the way the heel made me look
taller than I am.

   We were at the mall, my friend Alicia and I, hoping to finish our
shopping spree before the stores closed for the evening.  I was so taken
with my new boots, I even wore them right out of the store.  Without
hesitating, I dumped the old pair of worn shoes into the nearest trash
receptacle.  Now my ensemble was complete, dressed in a little white skirt
coming down to about mid-thigh, and a short-sleeved tan top that just
covered my bellybutton.  This outfit was actually quite daring for me, but
it was nice outside and I was feeling good tonight.  Maybe I would show a
bit of skin --

    -œHey, Erica, - Alicia started pulling me by the arm.   -œLet -(TM)s
see if that new CD is in. -

   I watched as the crowd in the mall was starting to thin out, then said
to my friend,  -œDo you think we still have time?  The record store is all
the way on the other side. -

   Alicia smiled at me and answered,  -œWell we can make it if we hurry! -


   And with that, my friend bolted off in the direction toward the opposite
end of the mall.  She was clad in modest jean shorts and a comfortable
fitting T-shirt, and rubber soled sandals that made her dash more easily. I
started moving after her and found that while the boots were comfortable
enough, it was the rest of my clothes that were clearly not ideal for
running.  For one thing, I realized my shirt may have been a little too
tight.  As my chest heaved up and down, my nipples were rubbing against the
clingy material.  And then I had to use my hands to keep my skirt from
flapping up and down, flashing my blue panties.  To make matters more
difficult, I was running against the tide of people, as most of them were
heading toward me, toward the exit.  Well, it was a little embarrassing to
say the least.

   I was sure that this would all be a waste of energy and the store would
be closing.  But upon entering the more deserted section in the back of the
mall, I saw Alicia waving at me from between those security detectors they
use to make sure you don -(TM)t slip away with the merchandise.  Pausing, I
looked down and saw that my nipples were protruding, making little
indentations in my shirt.  Great, now I had to walk into a record store,
and everyone would know my nips were erect.  For some reason, since I had
stopped running, I felt kind of chilly.  Rubbing my bare arms, a shiver
went down my back.

    -œCome on, Erica, we don -(TM)t have all night -- -

   Hearing my friends voice prompted me to move ahead, still clutching my
elbows in opposite hands.  There was a girl at the front check-out desk,
who looked to be about the same age as us, seventeen or eighteen.  She was
busy closing out the cash register, but when she lifted her head up, she
snapped her chewing gum at me as I walked past.

    -œAre you Alicia -(TM)s little sister? -

   I was a bit taken aback at her question and told her that in fact I went
to school with Alicia.  She just shook her head like she didn -(TM)t
believe me, and then resumed her money counting.  I guess my boots made me
appear taller, but so much for making me look older --

   Moving on, I casually strolled down the aisles of CD racks organized in
different music styles.  There was one other guy in the store, listening to
some sample tracks on one of those kiosk machines.  I saw him glance my
way, which made me feel a little better.  Taking my time, I liked how the
boots accentuated my slender legs, and even flashed a little thigh beneath
the hem of my skirt.  He fumbled with his headphones a little, and then
went back to concentrating on his music selection.  I giggled and kept
walking.  Usually, I don -(TM)t behave like this, but for some reason my
outfit had me feeling flirtatious.

   Alicia was already at the back of the store, where they had motion
picture soundtracks lining the walls, as well as other listening
accessories and a poster rack.  I didn -(TM)t plan on buying anything, but
I wondered if Alicia had found what she was looking for.  It seemed the
store really should be closing in a matter of minutes.  When I reached the
back wall, I noticed that it was pretty well secluded here.  I mean I could
see that the one guy had already departed, leaving just the cashier girl,
Alicia and me.  Once the hit song playing over the speakers was turned off,
I knew it must be time to go.

    -œDid they have the CD in? - I asked my friend.

   Absently flipping through some boy band posters, she said,  -œNah --
looks like they all sold out.  I can try back next week, though. -

   I was just about to suggest we think about leaving, when two new people
entered from the front of the store.  Two young women, I observed from the
corner where we stood.  The late arrivals were heading straight toward the
back of the store, coming clearer into view.

    -œOh my gosh, - I said pointing.   -œIt -(TM)s Carrie and Lisa!  I
didn -(TM)t know they were at the mall today. -

   Alicia turned to me and smiled,  -œYeah, I thought they had work or
something.  This is great -- we can all hang out together, tonight! -

    -œCool, - I replied, although whenever Lisa was involved, I was a
little nervous.  She could be bitchy and bossy sometimes.  And sometimes it
seemed she was determined to get a laugh out of everyone at my expense.  I
self-consciously tugged the bottom of my skirt, but it didn -(TM)t quite
reach my knees.

    -œHey, Alicia -- hey, Erica, - Carrie greeted us pleasantly.

   Lisa was carrying a pair of large shopping bags, which she dropped to
the ground not too far from my feet.   -œWell, well little girls -- I see
we -(TM)re out late at the mall.  Let -(TM)s see what kind of trouble we
can get into. -

    -œOh, Lisa, - Alicia laughed excitedly,  -œYou -(TM)re always spoiling
for some fun.  Now what sort of wild things could four high school seniors
possibly dream up? -

   Carrie, meanwhile, had crouched down to admire my footwear.   -œOooh,
Erica -- I just love those boots!  Are they new? -

    -œYeah, - I said feeling a bit flushed.   -œI just bought them -- -

    -œWell let Carrie see them, - Lisa looked at me coldly.  I immediately
knew there was no avoiding her commands.

   I extended my leg as far forward as I could, even raising the hem of my
skirt an inch or two, and turned my foot at different angles to show off
the boot.  First, I looked at Carrie to see her appreciation.  But then I
found myself turning toward Lisa, seeking her approval as well.

   Arms folded across her chest, Lisa only shook her head.   -œThat -(TM)s
not good enough.  Take off the boot, Erica, and let Carrie hold them. -

   Not knowing why, I bent down to lower the zippers and then stepped out
of both boots.  This meant of course I was now standing in the back of the
record store in my bare feet, and I picked up the boots, handing them to
Carrie.  All the while, I was aware of the gray carpet beneath my toes.  I
felt really exposed for some reason, looking down to see all that flesh
showing from the point where my skirt ended.  Nervously, I rubbed one bare
boot behind my other leg, watching Carrie enjoy the suede with her fingers.


    -œThese are really nice, Erica! - Carrie gasped to my pleasure.  
-œAnd just right for your size.  Hmmm -- imagine Erica running around in
these little boots, and nothing else! -

   Oh, oh -- why did she have to say something like that?  I could feel my
skin blush with embarrassment, even as the mental image was getting me hot.
Instantly, the thought caused my nipples to rise, pushing outward against
my shirt.  My greater fear was that Carrie -(TM)s comment would give
certain people certain ideas.

   Lisa must have been reading my mind.  She picked up one of her shopping
bags and held it in front of Carrie.   -œI have a better idea.  Go ahead,
drop Erica -(TM)s little booties in here -- for safe keeping. -

    -œBut, - I started to protest,  -œbut I just bought those.  They
-(TM)re really expensive, and I like wearing them. -

   Lisa watched in satisfaction as Carrie placed first one of my new boots,
then the other, inside the bag.  Then she turned to me and said,  -œCome
on, Erica, tell the truth.  You much prefer running around in your bare
feet. -

   I shook my head, but found myself saying,  -œMaybe sometimes -- but not
at night, in the middle of the mall!  Please be careful with them. -

    -œYou really like your new boots, don -(TM)t you? - I could see Lisa
scheming already.  Her eyes held a mischievous glint.  This was going to be
bad.   -œAll right, I -(TM)ll tell you what.  I -(TM)m going to mind your
new purchase until you get home.  If you want them back in the same
excellent condition they are in now, you -(TM)re going to have to do
something for me. -

   I gulped and squeaked,  -œWhat -- what do I have to do? -

    -œGive Alicia your belt and skirt. -

   Oh my goodness, we were huddled in the rear of the mall -(TM)s record
store, which was due to be closing any moment.  I was sure the cashier girl
who thought I was Alicia -(TM)s little sister would be coming back here to
throw us out.  And I didn -(TM)t have any shoes on!

   My friend stepped close to me and patted my cheek reassuringly.   -œIf
it will make it easier, I can take the belt myself. -

   Smiling the whole time, Alicia popped open the buckle, and she slowly
pulled my belt through the loops at the sides and back of my skirt.  This
she then rolled up in her hand and took a step back.  All eyes were on me.

    -œWell? - Lisa demanded.

   What could I do?  I was in a trance, caught in Lisa -(TM)s spell. 
Besides, I really wanted my boots back.  The last thing I wanted was to
provoke her into doing something nasty to them, and ruining the suede.  My
hands were shaking a little, even as I tried not to think that I was in a
public record store.  At least there was no one else around.  Slowly my
fingers found the button at the side of my hip, then eased down the
delicate zipper.  I let the skirt fall to the floor, revealing my blue set
of panties.

    -œWow, nice pair of briefs, - Carrie clucked with glee.  I lifted my
bare feet out of the white material, reached down and picked it up.  Then,
as instructed, I handed my skirt over to Alicia.

    -œThank you, - Lisa said before holding the shopping bag open like a
trick-or-treater.   -œKindly deposit these items on top of Erica -(TM)s
boots.  And now, Erica, if you will just remove your panties -- -

   My mouth hung open for a moment, and then I realized I was standing here
in my underwear.   -œOh, Lisa -- you can -(TM)t really mean for me to do --
that!  I -(TM)ll be bottomless in the mall.  Totally bottomless; without my
shoes, that will leave me completely naked from the waist down. -

    -œExactly, - Lisa said in a mocking tone of voice.   -œAnd unless you
want to be without your boots for a long time, you will take off your
panties and give them to me. -

   I paused, hesitating, looking at each of the girls.  Carrie and Alicia
tried to contain their laughter.  They apparently found this very amusing.

    -œRight now! -

   At the sound of Lisa -(TM)s sharp words, I hooked my thumbs in the blue
elastic and peeled my panties all the way down my legs and off my feet. 
Retrieving them and holding out an arm, Lisa snatched my only shred of
underclothing and stuffed the panties into her bag.  Everyone got a good
look at my nude pussy, but then I clamped my hands over my vulva.  This was
so humiliating!  And all this just to get my boots back --

    -œWhat -(TM)s taking so long back here! - came the sound of a young
female voice.

   Oh no, the counter girl was heading over to us, and I was dressed in
only a shirt that just reached down to my navel!  She hadn -(TM)t seen me
yet, because Alicia and Carrie were blocking me from view.  But when she
approached, my friends stepped aside and let her through.  I don -(TM)t
know why, but I lifted both my hands, bringing them to cover my face in
shame.

   The cashier girl whistled,  -œNice camel toe -- -

   Oh, oh -- she was talking about my little pussy.  Cleanly shaved, the
outer lips were pressed together as I kept my legs shut tight.  But my
nipples were rock hard and stretching out my top.  This evidence of my
horniness was not lost on Lisa.  She took my arms and pulled them away from
my face.

    -œErica, I swear -- what is it with you and your damn pointy nipples!
-

   With that, Lisa grabbed the bottom of my shirt and started lifting.  At
first I thought she was going to embarrass me by exposing my titties.  But
she actually moved rather quickly and decisively.  She pulled the fabric
all the way up my body -- up to my chin, then over my head -- and then off
my head and arms completely.  In one motion, Lisa stepped back and tossed
the shirt into her shopping bag.  Oh my God -- she had just stripped me
stark naked in the back of the music department!

   A moment of silence elapsed as everyone took in the sight of my nude
body.  This was broken by the snap of the cashier girl -(TM)s chewing gum.
She stood right in front of me, looking me up and down from head to toe.  I
noticed she was kind of dressed in a goth/punk outfit.  A lot of black, and
chains that dangled from her shirt and pants.  Her hair had streaks of
blue. I watched her eyes evaluating me, and thought that her dark heavy
clothes only seemed to emphasize my total nudity.

    -œYeah, she -(TM)s pretty cute, - the cashier girl commented.

   Carrie leaned forward, pointing at my hairless crotch.   -œI know, isn
-(TM)t she!  And wait until you see what happens to her amazing pussy -- -


   Oh, why did Carrie have to draw everyone -(TM)s attention to my sweet
little snatch!  I kept my hands at my sides, but I knew I was opening up
like a flower down there.  Lowering my head, sure enough, the outer lips of
my vulva were puffed out.  No more camel toe, as I spread my legs ever so
slightly, my juicy labia unfolded and hung down.  All this scrutiny was
making me very horny and to embarrass me further, I could feel my engorged
clitoris starting to swell up.  One little sexy thought, and my erect clit
would be fully exposed.  That -(TM)s when it hit me, I was standing bare
ass naked in the mall -(TM)s record store --

    -œPop! - Carrie laughed with delight,  -œThere it goes -- I believe we
have achieved complete erection! -

   The cashier girl reached out and gently laid a finger on my clit.  
-œNot a bad little joy button, Erica. -

    -œMmmmph, - I moaned, sensitive to her touch.  She was bringing me to
the edge of orgasm, but I had a feeling my friends wouldn -(TM)t let me
cum.  -œCan -- ah, ah -- can I just have my clothes back? -

    -œI don -(TM)t think you -(TM)re ready to get dressed yet, - Lisa
announced.

   The cashier girl who had been softly stroking my pussy, snapped her
chewing gum, then suddenly whipped out her set of keys and headed off
toward the front of the store.   -œWell, I have to lock down the store for
the night.  You ladies best be leaving. -

   Alicia and Carrie each took one of my hands, preventing me from covering
up at all.  Alicia turned to me and said,  -œOK, Erica, looks like we have
to go now. -

    -œBut -- but, I -(TM)m still completely naked! - I felt like a child
saying this, pointing out the obvious, and more so felt like a youngster
being dragged away from the toy store.  As the girls, who were both bigger
than me, started moving forward, I had no choice but to follow along in
their clutches.  Behind me, Lisa tickled my ass, causing me to scoot ahead
even faster.  I must have been in a daze or something, as I didn -(TM)t put
up much of a protest.  Before I knew it, we exited the store, my bare feet
finding the cold tiles of the shopping mall -(TM)s main floor.

   At this point, Alicia and Carrie let go of me, and my hands
instinctively moved to cover my tits and pussy.  I watched in horror as the
grey metal security gate came crashing down in front of the store.  The
noise made me fearful that other people would look in our direction.  There
were other voices and sounds coming from further away in the mall, but this
was pretty much the nightly closing routine.  Nothing unusual here, except
for the totally nude young girl standing outside!

    -œDamn it, Gwen, - Lisa said to the punky record store clerk.   -œI
left my packages in there. -

   Gwen continued to look me over from head to toe, snapping her gum
critically, before turning to answer Lisa,  -œWell, I -(TM)ll be opening up
tomorrow morning.  They -(TM)ll be safe until then.  You can swing by and
pick them up. -

    -œBut my clothes are in there! - I nearly shrieked.   -œAll of my
clothes -- -

   Alicia rubbed my shoulder reassuringly.   -œOh, Erica, I guess you
-(TM)ll just be spending the night like this. -

   I couldn -(TM)t imagine taking one more step bare-assed naked, my
nipples aching they were so hard.  Suddenly, there came an announcement
over the mall PA system, that all shoppers must leave the building.  Her
shift over, the goth attired teen was already departing, wishing me the
best of luck.  I looked from one friend to another, but they all just
smiled at me.

    -œWhat -- what am I supposed to do? - I asked, seeking some kind of
emotional support.

    -œWell for starters, you can move your hands out of the way! - Carrie
not only suggested, but actually took my wrists in her hands and gently
lowered my arms to my sides.

   I took a deep breath and could feel my skin flush in embarrassment as I
had everything now on display.  Before I knew it, my friends started
walking forward, and I had to hurry to keep from being left behind. 
Without bothering to cover up, I did move more freely.  I reached out and
tugged on Lisa -(TM)s jacket.

    -œWill you guys at least take me straight home, - I asked quietly.

   The tall blonde only glared down at me.   -œWhy?  I -(TM)m not going to
allow your nudity spoil our fun.  I think we are going to keep you naked
all night! -

    -œPlease don -(TM)t do that, - I begged Lisa.

   The four of us stopped at a corner section of the mall.  Once we rounded
the bend, we would be heading directly for the exit.  I was glad for the
pause, to settle my quivering tummy and reassess the situation.  The girls
surrounded me, thankfully hiding me from view, but their eyes were locked
on my bare little body.

   Lisa, ever the antagonist, reached out with her arm and ran a finger
between my perky breasts.   -œWhy not, Erica?  Why shouldn -(TM)t we keep
you naked? -

   Oh, this was so humiliating -- I pointed down at my shaved and
glistening pussy and confessed,  -œBecause the longer I stay nude, the more
horny I get! -

   Alicia and Carrie giggled, but Lisa only folded her arms decisively.  
-œThen this should be a pretty interesting evening! -

   We then started moving again, or I should say, my three friends abruptly
turned around the corner leaving me to keep pace.  I looked over my
shoulder and saw that the mall had indeed emptied out considerably.  No one
was following us or watching my bouncing bare butt!  When I entered the
wide concourse leading to the lobby, my heart started beating faster and my
legs froze.

    -œLisa! - I said in a harsh whisper, ducking back behind the corner. 
-œCarrie -- Alicia!  Help! -

   Mercifully, the girls stopped in their tracks and came laughing back to
me.  When they inquired as to what was the matter (as if they had to ask!)
I told them there were too many people exiting from the stores, and there
was a security guy standing in front of the entrance.  I would never make
it out like this.

    -œHmm, - Lisa began plotting a strategy.   -œI see your point.  Or
should I say, two points -- -

   And to further embarrass me, she tweaked my very erect nipples in each
of her hands.  Then she moved her hands to cup my breasts.  I wondered what
the hell she was doing!  As her hands gently pressed down my stomach and
hips, I realized how great her fingers felt on my naked skin.  I closed my
eyes, feeling my clitoris swell and poke out of its hood, even as Lisa
pulled me close and cupped my cheeks, lifting me to my toes by my little
bottom.

   Then she explained,  -œYou -(TM)re pretty light, Erica.  So here is what
we -(TM)re going to do.  Stand with your hands on your hips -- -

   I did as I was told, and saw Carrie lick her lips hungrily at the sight
of my totally bare body flushed pink.  I was getting horny, and she knew
it! But then Lisa interrupted my thoughts by telling me I must stay very
still -- and they would pretend I was a mannequin, and carry me out of the
mall!

    -œIt will never work! - I cried.

   Lisa only scowled at me, not liking her plans criticized.   -œWell, Miss
Smartypants, it -(TM)s either that, or you walk out of here like a normal
girl -- who -(TM)s not wearing any clothes! -

   What could I do?  I gulped, and stared straight ahead, while placing my
arms fixed bent at my sides.  Of course, this left my inch long nipples
exposed, and everything below.  But I guess not having any pubic hair made
it seem more plausible to pass as plastic, Playtex, or rubber.  Or so I
tried to convince myself.  Suddenly, Alicia and Carrie moved to either side
of me, gripping underneath my arms.  The two stronger eighteen-year olds
had no problem lifting me clean off my feet!  Soon they were marching me
down toward the exit of the mall.

   Still, they had to pause a couple of times to lower me to the ground.  I
did my best to keep my limbs rigid.  It was hard, because my tummy was
filled with butterflies.  I also had to try not to blink, even though I
knew other people were leaving in the same direction and some had already
passed us.  Every now and then, Carrie let slip her hand,  -œaccidentally
- brushing my bald vulva.  So on top of everything else, I also had to
keep from moaning or making other noises of desire.

   Lisa went ahead of us, and walked right up to the security guard.  I
guess she was explaining that she and her friends worked in one of the
department stores, and they had to take this mannequin with them.  I tried
not to shiver thinking about all the people passing who could see my
completely nude body.  But it got even worse when Lisa dashed out the
automatic doors so she could pull her car right up to the entrance, and
left Alicia, Carrie, and me, waiting five feet away from the guard.

   My two adorable friends thought they would be cute, and waved at the
man. While needing to keep an eye on the departing customers, he shuffled a
little closer to us.  Oh my gosh, I was just standing there completely
naked, and his eyes roamed over very inch!

    -œDamn, - the guard whistled in our direction.   -œThey keep making
those things more and more lifelike! -

   Alicia smiled agreeably.   -œYeah, they really ought to have let us take
her with an outfit! -

   Carrie tried to stifle a chuckle, while behind me she began fondling my
ass!  She started out just tickling my rear, then caressing both my butt
cheeks.  Discreetly, the incorrigible high school senior then slipped a
finger into my crack.  Carrie was seeing if I would blow my cover -- I
remained perfectly still, but was becoming increasingly excited as she
played with my pussy lips from behind.

   The mall security guard casually looked around and wrinkled his nose.  
-œSomething smell like fish? -

   Oh no, he could smell my musky odor, and I knew I was so wet between my
legs!  Alicia and Carrie could barely contain themselves from bursting out
in laughter.  I wasn -(TM)t sure how much longer I could stand it.  A small
crowd started to form, of people pausing on their way out toward the exit.
I began to fear I wasn -(TM)t fooling anybody --

   Suddenly Lisa appeared back through the doors, and motioned toward us. 
-œOK, girls, let -(TM)s bring her out! -

   Once again, my two taller friends grabbed me beneath my arms and lifted.
I did my absolute best to keep my legs and the rest of my body straight. 
Even though I wanted to curl my toes at the feel of their fingers around my
hot skin.  If anyone looked closely, they would see my little pink clit
fully erect and sticking out!  This was so embarrassing!  I secretly bit my
lip as we headed out the doors, into the night air.

   Lisa instructed Alicia and Carrie to place me in the passenger side of
her Volkswagen Beetle.  We then drove slowly around, following them to
Alicia -(TM)s car.  Once we were out of view from anyone else in the
parking lot, I didn -(TM)t have to pretend to be a mannequin and could let
my body relax.  I bent my knees to each side so that my legs were spread
wide open.  Then I began to madly rub my pussy.

   The dominating blonde looked over at me and said,  -œWhat do you think
you -(TM)re doing! -

    -œOh, Lisa! - I moaned between gasps of breath.   -œThat was so hot!
Being carried out of the mall completely naked -- in front of so many
people!  I think I -(TM)m going to explode! -

    -œWell you may not masturbate in my car, Erica.  Take your hands away,
and place them at your sides! -

   Reluctantly, I slowed down my fingering, then clenched my fists on my
thighs.  When Lisa put her hand on the automatic shift, I reached out and
grabbed her wrist and brought her fingers lightly over my pussy.  I -(TM)m
usually not that aggressive, but at that moment I was so horny!

    -œPlease, Lisa -- won -(TM)t you finish me off? -

   She looked at me with her piercing blue eyes, and answered,  -œI -(TM)m
not that kind of woman!  Now keep your hands to yourself -- -

   As we proceeded to drive away from the mall, I moaned and complained,
but did as I was told.  Of course, I could feel my pussy quiver and pulse,
begging to be touched.  I bucked my hips, and thought I might have an
orgasm right there without even using my hands!

    -œYou had better calm yourself down, little girl, - Lisa said.   -œOr
else you -(TM)re going to be in bad shape when we arrive at the movie
theatre. -

   Clasping palms over my elongated nipples, I blinked at her.   -œMovie --
movie theatre? -

    -œThat -(TM)s right, Erica.  You see, Carrie and I were going to catch
a show tonight.  Can you think of any reason why you and Alicia shouldn
-(TM)t join us? -

   I licked my lips, imagining the possibilities of what she was planning.
Nevertheless, I shyly answered,  -œBecause I -(TM)m totally naked -- I
-(TM)m not wearing a thing! -

   Lisa only laughed,  -œWell now, that has nothing to do with Alicia.  Why
spoil her fun? -

   Turning around so that I was sitting on my knees, I looked over the seat
and saw that Alicia -(TM)s car was following close behind.  The girls even
waved at me.  I wonder if they knew what Lisa had in store for the rest of
the evening.  And then there was a loud honking from a car passing us on
the left.  Oh my gosh -- in this position, I was really mooning the
oncoming traffic!

   I quickly sat back down on my bare ass, crossing my legs tight and
folding my arms across my breasts.  That little shock helped to cool me
down a bit, as I was more embarrassed now.  Slouching a little in the seat,
I tried to get a bearing on our surroundings.  We were driving off a main
road, and in the opposite direction of the multi cinemaplex we normally
would go to.  That caused me to sigh in relief.  As we continued down the
quiet street, I realized it was the smaller town theatre that Lisa was
talking about.  They usually had only two shows playing at any given time,
cheap, like for five bucks.

   Of course, when we pulled into the parking lot, I saw that there were
about a dozen cars here, close together.  No one else was outside.  I guess
the movie had already started.  But there was always the risk of teenagers
hanging out here, smoking and stuff.  Alicia parked her car in an empty
spot across from us.  Then she and Carrie got out and walked over to Lisa
-(TM)s blue Beetle.

    -œSo what -(TM)s the plan? - Carrie asked cheerfully, leaning on the
driver -(TM)s side rolled down window.

   Lisa looked up and replied,  -œThe movie should have started only ten
minutes ago.  We -(TM)re not that late.  You and I will go in and buy
tickets, while Alicia and Erica sneak around through the back fire exits,
like the kids do -- -

   My eyes went wide hearing this, and I shivered.

   But Alicia, opening the door on my side, also voiced concern.   -œWhy do
I have to enter illegally?  I don -(TM)t want to get into trouble! -

   Lisa stepped out of the car, and came around to admonish the dark-haired
girl.   -œWell someone has to stay with Erica!  If we leave her alone, she
-(TM)s likely to stay outside and play with herself all night long! -

    -œIs that right, Erica? - Alicia looked down at my flushed naked body.
 -œTell us what you would like to be doing. -

   All my friends were gathered outside, I was the only one still in the
car.  Looking up at them, I felt so small.  It was kind of humiliating, but
I had to admit there was still one thing on my mind.

    -œI -- I want to cum. -

    -œWell there will be none of that, - Lisa informed me.   -œNow get out
of my car, before we miss more of the movie! -

   There were lights fixed on the outside of the building, so the small
parking lot was pretty well lit.  I was pretty nervous as I extended a
slender, trembling leg out the door.  But as soon as my bare toes touched
the blacktop, I froze.  I didn -(TM)t think I could go any further.  And
then Carrie reached down to take me by the arms.

    -œCome on, Erica -- it will be so much fun! - she said as she pulled
me to stand outside the Volkswagen.

   Oh, oh!  I was completely nude in the middle of the movie theatre
parking lot!  I heard Lisa shut the door behind me, then click on her key
chain to lock it shut.  For some reason, that made me feel more naked, like
I had one less hiding place.  My perky titties quivered with nipples
sticking straight up, begging for attention.

   And then Alicia took me by the hand like I was a child.   -œGuess we
better find the back fire exit! -

   I glanced over my shoulder and watched Carrie and Lisa walk briskly
toward the main entrance.  No covering now, as Alicia pulled me along after
her, leaving my pink pussy lips to feel the breeze.  The rest of my body
jiggled and bounced at her side until we reached some concrete steps that
led to a metal door.  We had to wait a few moments to let the other two get
their tickets and find a seat inside.

    -œHow do you feel right now? - Alicia inquired, eyeing my naked body
up and down.

   I rubbed my arms a little, but made no effort to cover myself in front
of my friend.  Sliding the toes of one foot behind my bare calf I answered,
 -œKind of chilly -- a little scared, and embarrassed, too. -

    -œHmmm, - Alicia had a thoughtful look in her eye.  She gently took my
breasts in her hands, and began massaging the sensitive nipples between her
thumb and forefinger.   -œThese seem pretty stiff to me -- You sure you
-(TM)re not enjoying this, Erica? -

    -œOhhh, that feels so good, - I purred.   -œPlease don -(TM)t stop! -


   But then my friend removed her hands and said,  -œI think it -(TM)s
probably safe to go inside now. -

   When Alicia pushed open the back door just a crack, I could hear the
sounds and voices from the movie.  There was the flicker of light from the
projector, but the rest of the inside would be in complete darkness.  Well,
of course she had given me such a cruel little tease, I didn -(TM)t even
hesitate to follow her into the theatre.  My heart was beating fast as I
realized we could be caught by an usher, and I didn -(TM)t have any clothes
on!  The fire exit door closed behind us, my feet stepping onto the
carpeted aisle floor.

   We stayed close to the wall, walking up the incline and trying to find
where our other friends were seated.  Occasionally I looked up at the large
screen, wondering if I could be seen by the light it shed.  Even if the
slender silhouette of my figure was noticeable, all eyes seemed to be fixed
on the movie.  The thought struck me that I was totally nude inside a small
theatre with other people.  Instinctively, my arms folded to cross over my
tits and cover my pussy.

    -œThere they are! - sounded the voice of Carrie, and I thought I could
just make out her form standing to wave us over.

    -œShhh! - some hissed.

    -œSit down! - another voice complained from behind.

   Oh my, I really didn -(TM)t want her drawing all this attention!  I
looked over my shoulder toward the exit sign, seeing that we had come up
rather a long way.  We were closer to the back of the theatre, near the
doors that opened out into the lobby.  When we reached the row of seats
where Lisa and Carrie were sitting, Alicia made me get in first.  My bare
legs climbed over one of my friends, and I found the cushion of an empty
chair waiting for me.  Gratefully, I sank down as best I could.

    -œErica, is that you? - Carrie asked in a harsh whisper.

   Of course I kept quiet, practically holding my breath.  But requiring
verification, my strawberry-blonde friend reached across the seat and began
touching my bare body.  She clasped my arm at first, but that wasn -(TM)t
enough.  Carrie had to let her fingers wander over my chest until they
found and started playing with a nipple.  Then she slid her hand down my
leg and squeezed the thigh.  Unseen, I wiggled my toes appreciatively.  I
didn -(TM)t expect her to go any further, but sure enough, she stretched
her arm out and found my pussy, gently massaging my bald vulva.

    -œMmmmm, - I purred.

   Lisa grabbed my other arm and shook me.   -œKnock it off, you two. 
Erica is not allowed to have an orgasm in the movie theatre! -

    -œShhh, - someone else added in annoyance.

   Appropriately reprimanded, Carrie retracted her arm and kept her hands
to her self.  We settled in to continue watching the movie.  But being
naked and horny, I found it rather difficult to concentrate.  I noticed
there wasn -(TM)t anyone sitting directly in front of us for a couple of
rows.  So I sank a little lower in my seat, and lifted my legs to the chair
before me.  Each ankle fit nicely in the space between the tops of each
chair back.  Thus, spread out brazenly, I began stroking my clitoris.  I
was thankful for the darkness that allowed me to be completely naked in
public.  If the house lights should suddenly turn on, I would be displaying
all my pink parts!

   Uninterested in the movie, I began to fantasize about my friends.  I
imagined Lisa, Alicia, and Carrie taking off all their clothes, too. 
Imagine four female high school seniors, stark naked in the back of a movie
theatre.  I pictured us getting up and streaking the lobby, then running
out into the parking lot and streaking to our cars.  I wondered how many
people would see our nude bodies --

   Suddenly, Lisa was shaking my smooth shoulder.   -œI -(TM)m thirsty,
Erica.  Alicia and I need a couple of sodas.  We can share with you and
Carrie. -

    -œOh -- - I gasped, momentarily bewildered as I brought my feet
quickly to the floor.  I even crossed my legs as if to conceal my swollen
pussy lips.  Actually, a drink did sound nice, to cool my overheated body.
-œUm, OK -- -

    -œGood.  Here -(TM)s ten dollars, and don -(TM)t forget to bring me
back the change! - Lisa said as she produced a bill and held it inches
from my face.

   I gripped the arms of the seat tight.   -œWhat?  You want me to get the
soft drinks for you?  But Lisa -- I -(TM)m naked! -

    -œShhh! -

   There was a pause of silence, before Lisa continued.  She practically
whispered in my ear,  -œYes, I know that, Erica.  But you see, this is a
very small, cheap little theatre.  Only one guy is outside collecting
tickets, and now that both shows started, the lobby is empty.  There are
snack machines and soda machines, so you can help yourself -- -

   I gently stroked my left nipple as I listened, Lisa -(TM)s breath hot
but sweet on the side of my face.  That didn -(TM)t sound too bad.  If I
could sneak out of here under the cover of darkness, get the drinks from
the empty lobby, then return to my friends without being seen.  It was
absolutely crazy, but also had me really excited.  And it would give me a
chance to stretch my legs.

   Standing up, I felt a trickle of wetness run down my thigh.  That was
pretty embarrassing, especially as I had to climb back over Lisa and
Alicia. They would really find out how much this was turning me on.  Out of
habit, I excused myself quietly while the girls could hardly stifle their
giggles.  Finally, my bare feet reached the carpet of the aisle, my hand
reached out to touch the side wall.  I looked out upon a sea of blackness,
illuminated only by the bright picture at the front of the theatre.  Taking
a deep breath, I padded closer to the exit sign that led out into the
lobby.

   I figured I had better do this quickly.  Not sure what would be waiting
on the other side, I instinctively clasped the hand holding the money over
my pussy and pushed open the door.  I didn -(TM)t want any light from
outside to stream through and give me away, so I hurried forward and let
the door close behind me.  Adjusting my eyes to the bright surroundings, it
looked like I was alone.

   Still, I clutched my arm over my bare breasts, and now I was truly
covering my pink bits.  I shivered a little and trembled, listening for any
nearby voices.  Oh my gosh, I was so naked out here!  I took a couple of
baby steps forward, turning my head to each side.  There wasn -(TM)t any
sign of the guy collecting tickets.  That was good, because I didn -(TM)t
even buy a ticket, which I did feel kind of guilty about.  I was amazed to
realize that my guilt only increased my arousal.  My skin was heating up
now, I swallowed a lump of fear nervously, so tempted to start playing with
myself.  And then I saw the vending machines that Lisa was talking about.

   My feet padded across the floor as I dashed over to the snacks and soda
dispensers nestled side by side in a corner.  Immediately, I scanned the
selection of soft drinks.  I had no idea what Lisa wanted!  I figured I had
best go with a diet, since she was in great shape and probably always
watching her calories.  Me, I didn -(TM)t have to worry about that, as I
was naturally trim and had a flat sexy tummy.  I lifted up the bill she had
given me and prepared to insert it into the machine -- only to discover
that it did not take ten dollar bills!

    -œHoly shit! - came the sound of a young male voice.

   I whirled around on my heel, quickly draping an arm across my tits and
placing the currency strategically over my nude pussy.  My eyes met what
appeared to be a teenage boy, although he was dressed in a ridiculous usher
-(TM)s uniform.  Well, at least he was dressed.  I guess this was the guy
who worked here at night.

    -œUm -- hi, - I said, watching his eyes look me over from head to toe.


   He stood frozen for a second, then alertly informed me,  -œYou -(TM)re
naked -- -

    -œYeah, - I kind of laughed in spite of the embarrassing situation.  
-œIt -(TM)s, ah -- a bet.  No, a dare -- -

    -œA dare? -

   Looking around to make sure it was just the two of us in the lobby, I
said,  -œYeah, um, my friends in the theatre -- they dared me to take off
my clothes and come out here to get a soda.  I didn -(TM)t think I would
run into anybody -- -

   The boy continued to stare openly, then said,  -œWow -- that is so hot!
-

   I felt kind of flushed standing here, talking to him while I was totally
nude.  But like he said, it was kind of hot, and I was already turned on. I
shyly rubbed my foot behind my other leg, while my fingers stretched
teasingly in front of my crotch.

    -œThe only thing is -- this machine doesn -(TM)t take large bills.  Do
you -- do you think you could get me some change? - I asked with my big
brown eyes wide, really hoping that he wouldn -(TM)t call security or
anything like that.  Then again, he probably was security!

    -œYeah, sure -- you just have to follow me to the ticket counter, - he
said and immediately turned toward the entrance of the building.

   Of course, there was that small closet-like room when you first walked
in, with a pane of glass shielding the ticket-taker.  Into this room, the
boy disappeared.  I shrugged my shoulder and followed his steps.  Once I
reached the counter window, I had to wait patiently while he opened the
register.  My toes wiggled on the carpet of the lobby.  It then occurred to
me that there was another movie playing, and I had no idea when it was
over. If the theatre should let out, probably a dozen people would come
streaming out and would see me naked!

   And then I realized I was standing just a foot away from the main door
to the building.  Anyone arriving to buy tickets for the next show, would
really be in for a treat!  I was utterly surrounded by potential sudden
exposure!  I wished he would hurry.

    -œAll right, I can give you a five and five singles, - the boy said
from behind the window.

   I blinked, and suddenly understood that I had to fork over Lisa -(TM)s
ten spot.  Carefully, squirming a bit in embarrassment, I lowered my other
arm to cover my pussy while I placed the bill on the counter.  I quickly
took the rest of the money, then spun around to walk back over to the soda
machines.  My butt must have jiggled deliciously with my hasty steps, as my
palm bounced against my bald vulva.

   Now I had to use both hands as I stood in front of the vending machine,
to select a crisp dollar bill and insert it into the slot.  I punched up a
diet soda, and waited for the can to drop.  Thinking I had a bit of
privacy, I bent down to retrieve the can, which left my pussy lips clearly
visible from behind.

    -œTurn around, - came the sound of the teenage movie clerk.

   I was startled by the tone and proximity of his voice, so my reflexes
just took over and I did as I was told.  But now I had a cold can of soda
in one hand, and the rest of the money clenched in my other hand.  Both
arms dangling, I covered nothing!

   He looked me over suspiciously and said,  -œI don -(TM)t remember you
buying a ticket tonight. -

    -œWell -- - I started, but for a moment, all I could think of was his
eyes focused on the pink folds of skin of my shaved pussy.   -œMaybe you
don -(TM)t recognize me because I don -(TM)t have any clothes on? -

   The teenager took a step closer.   -œYeah -- what were you wearing? -

    -œUm -- I came in with my friends, - I answered.  I didn -(TM)t want
to admit that I had been naked already!   -œOne was a blonde dressed in
dark pants and a blue top.  Another was a tall girl with strawberry-blonde
hair -- -

   Strolling around me, the boy was feeling very sure of himself as he
admired my bare backside.   -œYeah, I think I remember them. -

    -œLook!  Can I just go back in the theatre and put my clothes on? 
Maybe you didn -(TM)t see me, because I -(TM)m small -- -

   Standing back in front of me, evaluating my chest, he agreed.   -œYes,
your tits are kind of small.  But those nipples -- are so long!  They
-(TM)re like sticking out an inch!  Can I touch them? -

    -œUm -- no! - I replied rather firmly.  But the attention my nudity
was drawing was making me very excited.  I was afraid I would start
touching them myself, or other parts of my body, if I didn -(TM)t get back
to my friends soon.

    -œOK, well, you do have a pretty cute body.  I guess I can let you go
back inside now. -

   Relieved, but also blushing fiercely, I only answered,  -œUh-huh -- -

   Somewhat in a daze, I watched as he opened the door to the theatre for
me.  I padded across the floor, passing very close to the young man as I
slipped into the waiting darkness.  His uniform sleeve brushed my bare arm,
sending a thrill through my entire body.  I wondered if he had noticed my
clit poking out, or if he could smell my musky juices.  He probably wanted
to hurry off to the men -(TM)s room and do his own thing!

   The door closed behind me, and my eyes needed a moment to adjust so that
I could proceed.  Down the sloped aisle I continued, hoping no one else
would have the sudden urge to use the restrooms.  I don -(TM)t know what I
would do if I ran into another person like this.  I counted the rows as I
made my way down, remembering that we were five away from the back of the
room.  With the movie holding everyone -(TM)s attention, I snuck between
the seats again and tapped Alicia on the shoulder.

    -œWhat took you so long? - she asked.

   In response, I handed her the soda can and shuffled sideways so that my
ass was directly in front of her face.  When I stepped across her seat and
moved in front of Lisa, I feared she would grab my butt cheeks and do
something naughty to me.  Wow, this was not helping my situation!  Finally,
I reached the empty seat next to Carrie and sank into the cushion.

   Once I handed Lisa back her change, my hands were free to wander.  In
the darkness of the theatre, I used my fingers to spread open my pussy
lips, and felt my clit poke out fully erect.  I was dying for someone to
touch me there!  Instead, Lisa was soon shaking my arm.

    -œHey, Erica -- I told you to get us two sodas! -

   Caught with my hands on my pussy, I turned and looked at her.   -œPlease
don -(TM)t make me go back out there!  The guy who works here already saw
me -- naked! -

    -œReally? - Lisa seemed amused by my humiliating encounter.   -œYou
must be ready to explode right now.  Well, I -(TM)d love to cool you down,
but you can -(TM)t have our soda, since you only bought one.  Now sit still
like a good little girl, with both hands on the arm rests. -

   Afraid of what she might do to me, or force me to do, I complied --
bringing my arms to rest at the sides of my seat in the theatre.  My whole
body tingled, being totally nude in room full of clothed people.  I swear
my pussy twitched and quivered.  If anyone saw me like this, at the height
of my arousal, I think I would die of embarrassment!  I stared straight
ahead, and tried to watch the movie.

   I heard Lisa take a sensual slurp from the soda can, her lips
practically next to my ear.   -œCarrie -- would you like a sip of my drink?
-

   My friend leaned over me on the other side and answered,  -œWhy thank
you, Lisa.  I would like a drink.  My mouth is just parched! -

   But instead of asking me to pass the can to her, Lisa reached across and
deliberately brushed the tin surface against my elongated nipple.  Carrie
took the soda from her once it was between my breasts, and pulling it
toward her, she also rubbed my other nipple against the can.  I could not
help but watch as she titled her head back and took a long gulp, her
profile was beautiful as a bead of condensation dribbled down her chin.  I
licked my lips, silently spreading my legs apart even wider.  Then Carrie
passed the can back toward Lisa, again pausing to rub it over my bare
breasts.

    -œOh --.  ahhh -- - I moaned, the soda can feeling so good on my skin.
There was no stopping the orgasm that was building between my legs.

   By the time Lisa took back her soda, also teasing my hard nipple, I was
beyond containing myself.

   I lowered my right hand to my crotch and started masturbating.  Right
there, in the theatre, sitting between my high school friends and among
dozens of strangers.  I was completely naked, and the thought drove me
wild. Slipping a finger deep inside me, I poked and prodded, stroking my
most sensitive spot.  With a final bucking of my hips, I achieved a
clitoral ejaculation, creaming the cushion of the seat.

    -œMmmm -- yes!  Yes!  Oh, yes! - I cried in release.

    -œShhh! -

   But I didn -(TM)t care, not about the sounds I was making or the chances
of being caught.  I was just so relieved to let out all that pent up
excitement.  Finally, I closed my eyes, and sank a little in the chair, a
hand resting on my belly and a sweet smile upon my lips.  And then, Lisa
was shaking my shoulder again.

    -œAre you quite finished, Erica? -

    -œMmm-hmmm, - I purred as I languidly stretched my legs.

   Lisa leaned over close, hooking a strand of my hair behind my ear and
whispered,  -œGood -- because the movie is about to end.  The lights will
be going on, and as people start leaving the theatre, they will see that
you are -- bare -- ass -- naked! -

    -œOh my, - I sat upright quickly, gathering my arms around my small
but perky breasts.   -œWhat should I do? -

   On my right side, Carrie rubbed my shoulder sympathetically.   -œYou had
better leave now, unless you want to put on a show.  We -(TM)ll meet you in
the parking lot. -

    -œBut -- but -- that usher guy is still out front! -

    -œMaybe, - Lisa replied coldly,  -œbut he has already seen your nude
little body. -

   I started to stand on trembling legs.  Now that I thought about it, I
was never sure how I was going to be leaving the movie theatre!  I couldn
-(TM)t believe I let Lisa trap me like this.  Suddenly, there came from the
speakers the loud rock music as the end credits began to crawl up the
screen.  The movie was over, and I knew a lot people didn -(TM)t stay to
watch all the credits.  Ahead of me, I saw the shapes of figures below
rising from their seats.  I wasn -(TM)t sure if the lights stayed off for
all the credits, or if they could turn on at any moment, but I had to act
fast.

   Clumsily, I slid sideways over the legs of my still-seated friends. 
This time I was facing forward, and my pink pussy was eye level with Lisa
and Alicia.  Thankfully, they didn -(TM)t make a move to further stimulate
me and humiliate me.  They let me pass, and soon my feet found the carpet
of the side aisle that would run up to the back exit.

   And then the lights went on.

   Oh my gosh, oh my gosh -- it happened so fast!  I just froze, up against
the wall.  At that moment, I was most embarrassed about my pussy.  Because
of my recent state of arousal, my juicy labia were still prominent and
hanging out, my clit still extended.  I placed a hand over my crotch and
began quickly moving toward the door.

    -œStreaker! - someone yelled, and it sounded a lot like Lisa!

   I didn -(TM)t bother to turn around, I could feel everyone -(TM)s eyes
on my bare ass.  I stretched out my one free arm to open the door, my other
hand still shielding my bald pubic mound.  Abruptly I burst into the lobby,
stark naked, only to find that the other theatre was already emptying out.
About a half of dozen people saw me and pointed.

   Oh no, oh no, oh no!  Confused, I lifted both hands to cover my nipples.
Then I clasped my hands back over my pussy.  I kind of hopped around in a
circle, this was so embarrassing!  More people got a good look at my body.
Amid the commotion of voices laughing, cheering, and whistling, I spotted
the door by the ticket counter.  Blushing all over, I ran in that
direction.

   As I passed the window, the teenager who worked at the movie theatre
called out,  -œHey!  You can -(TM)t keep running around like that! -

   This actually made me pause and look at him and say I was sorry.  I
guess this was my punishment for sneaking in without buying a ticket!  As I
then proceeded to make my way outside, the door suddenly opened before me.
A couple was on their way in --

    -œOh my goodness! - said an older woman.   -œThat little girl hasn
-(TM)t any clothes on! -

    -œExcuse me, - I mumbled, more apologetic as I brushed my bare body
past them.

   Upon stepping outside, I immediately felt the cool night air wash over
me, which was rather nice.  Although it did have the effect of stiffening
my nipples.  And then I remembered that I had entered the building with
Alicia through the back fire exits.  Now it took me a moment to get my
bearings, and realize that I was standing naked on the sidewalk that
crossed in front of the movie theatre!

   Cars honked as they drove down the street.  Oh my gosh -- they had just
seen my butt!  I whirled around, one arm slung over my breasts, and cupped
my vulva in my other hand.  Starting to walk in one direction, I saw some
people leaving a restaurant down the street.  More words were shouted as
they pointed at me.  I turned and ran the other way, my cute little ass
bouncing as I hurried, feet slapping over the pavement.

   By the time I made it back into the parking lot of the movie theatre,
lots of people were hanging out by their cars.  This included Lisa, Alicia,
and Carrie as they leaned against their respective vehicles and waved me
over.  People called out to me as I passed among them, with an arm slung
across my tits and my other hand discreetly covering my hairless pussy. 
Some of the things they said were flattering, some, not so pleasant.  There
were words commenting on my nice legs, or my tight behind.  Others asked me
to move my arms out of the way, and show them everything.  Part of me
wanted to do just that, but I was really embarrassed -- especially because
I was growing aroused again!

   In the end, despite all that had happened, I -(TM)m still a pretty shy
and decent girl.  So I desperately kept my pink bits hidden as I approached
the side of Lisa -(TM)s car.  But wouldn -(TM)t you know, the bitch kept
the door locked!  I bounced impatiently on my toes, knowing that all eyes
were on my bare backside.  Slowly, the power window rolled down in front of
me.

    -œI think you know what you have to do, Erica, - Lisa said, sliding in
to sit behind the wheel.   -œTurn around and wave good night to all your
fans -- -

   Well, I guess I was going to be an exhibitionist, whether I liked it or
not!  I turned around reluctantly and saw that ten people, men and women,
were watching me.  I parted my legs slightly, the naughty side of me
reasoning that if I was going to show, I would show it all!  With my hands
lowered to rest on my hips, out sprung my pointy nipples.  The lips of my
shaved vulva were totally exposed, and I could feel my labia sticking out
as well.  I was just about to use my fingers to spread open my pink gash,
when I heard the door behind me unlock.

   I twisted my nude body around, and lifted the handle.  Then I quickly
jumped inside the car.  Another moment out there, and I -(TM)m sure I would
have been rubbing my clit in front of everyone!

   Lisa looked over at me as she started the engine and began to drive off.
 -œYou -(TM)re such a bad girl, Erica. -

    -œNo, no I -(TM)m not! - I cried.   -œIt -(TM)s all your fault!  You
stripped me naked and kept me nude all night long!  You -(TM)re the one who
makes me so hot and horny! -

   The blonde -(TM)s eyes flashed for an instant, but then she smiled
deviously at me.  I immediately regretted my outburst as she said,  -œWell
I hope your body can handle all the excitement, little girl.  Because
tomorrow, you are coming with me to pick up your boots! -

   I was very quiet for the rest of the drive home.  My mind pondered the
challenge that awaited me, for I didn -(TM)t need to ask what Lisa had
planned.

   The next day, Lisa -(TM)s Blue Beetle pulled up quietly in front of my
house, just around six in the morning.  It was still early so that my
parents wouldn -(TM)t be awake for another half an hour.  I had watched
from the living room window, waiting for her arrival.  Then I took a deep
breath and walked into the hallway.  I had noticed it was just starting to
get light outside.  With a trembling hand, I opened the front door and
pushed my leg forward, stretching beyond the safety and concealment of my
home.

   A slender, shapely leg that was completely bare, all the way down to my
delicate toes.

   18  -" Erica -(TM)s Birthday

    -œHey, everybody -- it -(TM)s little Erica -(TM)s birthday today! -

   Lisa stood up in the middle of the room and made the embarrassing
announcement.  I just put my head down and tried to bury my face in my
arms. We were in our morning study hall period, and the teacher had just
excused himself a few minutes ago.  It was Lisa and myself, and ten other
seniors.  We were told that we were old enough to be left unsupervised, and
he could trust us to continue our work.  So then, why did Lisa pull this
childish prank?

   True, it was my birthday.  I had always looked forward to my spring-time
birthday, as it meant only a couple of more months of school.  But this
year in particular, it was more like a matter of weeks, and we would be
finished with high school!  That thought did have me giddy.

   Carrie was also in this study hall with us, and I heard her say,  -œYou
know, Lisa -- I believe it is tradition for the young lady to receive a
friendly paddling on her birthday bottom! -

   My eyes went wide, and my head jerked up, as I listened to muffled
laughter from the other students in the classroom.

    -œYes, I suppose eighteen swats ought to do, - Lisa replied.   -œOne
for each year! -

   I watched as the bitchy blonde climbed out of her seat and walked up to
the front of the room.  She passed by the blackboard and continued over to
the door, sticking out her head to make sure the coast was clear in the
corridor.  Then she shut the door firmly and looked in my direction.

    -œGo on, Erica, you don -(TM)t want to keep Lisa waiting. - Carrie
laughed from the desk across from me.

   Turning my head, I saw that the other boys and girls who were our
classmates, were starting to take an interest in the drama unfolding before
them.  Few students were engaged in busywork, or utilizing the period for
its intended purpose.  Not that anyone took academics very seriously this
late in the year --

   Lisa folded her arms over her chest and started tapping her foot.  
-œCome on, Erica!  Get up here so I can give you your birthday spanking! -


   Well, don -(TM)t you know, she spoke with such authority and such a
commanding voice, I was finding it hard to refuse.  Even though I was
mortified by the very suggestion, still, I couldn -(TM)t be sure what she
had planned if I didn -(TM)t cooperate.  All eyes in the class were now
upon my slender form as I slowly rose from my seat.  I guess this was all
just in the spirit of fun, and we seniors had been in a party state of mind
since mid-February!

   I was dressed in white baggy shorts and a navy blue sweatshirt, as it
was still cool enough outside.  And of course I had my sneakers and white
ankle socks.  As I stepped around the chair and walked forward to where
Lisa was standing, I knew all the guys were checking out my legs. 
Self-consciously, I tugged on the bottom of my sweatshirt, which I was glad
was not tight fitting.

    -œAll right, Erica -- put your palms up against the chalkboard, and
stick your butt out a little! -

   Hearing Lisa talk about my ass in front of everyone made me blush.  And
behind me, I could hear people chuckling or making crude comments.  But
nevertheless, I reached out both arms so they were straight in front of me,
hands flat on the slate.  I bent my one leg a bit, causing my bottom to
present an inviting target.

    -œUm, not too hard, - I tried to whisper.  But nervous and excited, I
said it too loud, which only brought more laughter.

   At my side, Lisa only smirked.  Then she turned to face her audience and
I can only imagine she made some grand flourishing gesture.  All at once, I
felt her hand playfully smack the backside of my shorts.

    -œOne! - She said with all the enthusiasm of a game show hostess. 
Another slap landed briskly on my cheek as Lisa called out,  -œTwo! -

    -œHey, Lisa -- - someone yelled,  -œIsn -(TM)t it customary to deliver
a spanking with her shorts down? -

   I shook my head, no, while remaining in my vulnerable position, while
Lisa mulled over this option.   -œHmmm, that is a good point.  Erica, I
-(TM)m afraid you -(TM)re going to have to drop  -~em! -

    -œBut -- but -- - I stammered, unable to believe what I was hearing.

   Lisa shuffled around so she was directly behind me.   -œAw, what -(TM)s
the matter?  You are wearing underwear today, aren -(TM)t you? -

    -œYes, - I replied meekly.  But that wasn -(TM)t good enough for Lisa.


   While my arms were still stretched out as if holding up the wall with
the blackboard, the dominating senior smoothly reached around my waist and
began searching for the clasp on my shorts.  From the view of everybody
still in their seats, it must have looked like she was riding my ass!  I
wiggled a little, and moaned, but it wasn -(TM)t much of a struggle. 
Pretty soon, her fingers popped open the button, then started tugging the
fabric down my hips.

    -œWhat was that? - Lisa mocked me, as she eased the shorts slowly down
my legs.   -œI guess we -(TM)re about to find out what kind of undies you
picked out this morning! -

   Suddenly, she gave a firm yank and brought the material down to my
ankles.  Oh my gosh!  I had just been pantsed in front of my second period
study hall!  This was so embarrassing -- Lisa stood up and stepped to the
side to admire her handiwork.  And that gave everyone a clear view of my
white little panties!

   Oh, oh!  I just remembered which pair I had picked out this morning. 
They had a sheer front, so I dare not turn around now, or else people would
see my camel toe pussy.  And the back was practically a thong -- not a
scrap of material covering my butt cheeks!  I don -(TM)t know why I put on
these skimpy things!  I had just turned eighteen today, and I guess I was
feeling sexy.  I never imagined I would be showing them off at school!

    -œNow where was I, - Lisa continued.  And then I felt her hard slap
land soundly on my ass.   -œThree! -

   There was something about hearing her bare hand hit the bare skin of my
ass that made this very arousing.  And the feel was incredible, even if it
did sting a little.  I could feel myself moistening down there, and my clit
was beginning to swell up.  Lisa -(TM)s hand smacked my other cheek.

    -œFour! -

    -œOh, - I gasped, even though I didn -(TM)t mean to.  It came out a
little too much like a squeal of pleasure.  My classmates would start to
figure this was turning me on!  And then Carrie spoke up.

    -œAhem -- It just occurred to me, Lisa.  Since today is Erica -(TM)s
birthday -- maybe she should be in her birthday suit! -

   My limbs went rigid in the front of the room, as the students erupted in
whistles and cheers.  Gosh, I hoped the teacher didn -(TM)t come back in
right now, with my shorts down around my feet!  But then, if he didn -(TM)t
return to take control of the class, there was no telling what Lisa might
actually do --

   I felt her slip a finger inside the elastic band of my panties and snap
it against the curve of my hip.   -œWhat do you say, Erica?  Do you want to
get into your birthday suit for us? -

    -œNo! - I said, slightly turning my head to regard Lisa.   -œYou can
-(TM)t be serious!  We -(TM)re in the middle of school -- there are a dozen
students here! -

   With hands on her hips, deadly serious, she said,  -œTake off your
clothes. -

   A hush fell over the room.  There was a cough, then voices murmuring. 
Someone asked if I would really do it.

    -œAbsolutely, - Lisa declared.  She was defiant, imperial, and not one
to be made a fool of.   -œErica will take off everything I tell her to. 
She -(TM)ll be totally naked, bare as the day she was born -- if I say so!
-

   My legs trembled a little, and I couldn -(TM)t seem to make my arms
work. This was like a nightmare and fantasy all rolled into one.

    -œNow, strip! - the blonde commanded.  Then she moved closer and put a
hand on my back.   -œDon -(TM)t worry, Erica, I -(TM)ll let you stay facing
forward.  So you won -(TM)t have to give us a full frontal show. -

   As if that was supposed to make me feel better!  In the middle of
confused and conflicting emotions, Lisa told me to step out of my shorts
completely.  They were loose and already bunched up around my shoes.  So
finally, I shook and lifted one leg first, and then raised my other foot.
Once I was free of the material, Lisa reached down and took this piece of
clothing.  It felt really strange to be standing up here, with my back
turned toward the class, in just my sweatshirt and underwear!

    -œTake off your shoes and socks -- -

   I bit my lip in frustration.  Oh, this was really it!  Very carefully, I
squatted down and started unlacing my sneaker.  If I kept going, there
would be no stopping her!  What if the teacher suddenly came back -- unless
he left for the whole period, then we would be alone for another thirty
minutes.  I reluctantly pulled the sneakers off my feet, hearing them
bounce to the floor.  Dreading every moment of this, yet reveling in the
humiliation, I peeled off each of my socks.

   Now I stood again, in my bare feet, feeling the coolness of the tiles. I
lifted one foot to my toes, giving the students in the front seats a view
of my naked sole.  Lisa stood to the side, evaluating my form and slender
shapely legs.

   With an elbow resting in one hand, tapping her chin with a finger, she
said,  -œI think you should remove that ugly sweatshirt next! -

   Oh, my panties were getting really damp now!  I nervously gripped the
edge of my sweatshirt in clenched fists.  Underneath, I was only wearing a
bra, and this just as skimpy as my underwear.  Fully erect at this point,
my nipples nearly pushed through the flimsy material.  I lifted the heavier
fabric for a moment, and then fidgeting, I noticed that I could stretch the
shirt down further and effectively cover my bottoms -- more or less. 
Pulling it as far as possible until it just reached the tops of my thighs,
I looked over my shoulder at the other students.

   Then I looked at Lisa with my brown eyes wide.   -œI can -(TM)t!  I can
-(TM)t do it -- -

   I held on to the sweatshirt tight using one hand, and lunged for the
classroom door.  Pulling it open quickly, I then bolted out into the
hallway in my bare feet and panties.  I looked around, but the corridor was
thankfully empty.  Still, I tugged harder on my shirt so that it completely
hid my undies.  I tried to ignore my lack of footwear.

   Lisa was furious.  Even as I started walking away, I heard her call my
name, standing just in classroom doorway.  I could feel her eyes burning
into my back!

    -œErica, - she hissed.   -œI -(TM)m not done with you!  I -(TM)m going
to track you down, and strip off every last piece of your clothing,
birthday girl! -

   Oh my, she sounded rather determined!  I could hear the uproar of the
other students -(TM) laughter, and thought it would be best if I didn
-(TM)t stick around.  Now, I wasn -(TM)t sure if Lisa would really come
after me, but I decided I should find a place to hide.  My light steps took
me around the corner of the hallway, where fortunately, because classes
were still in session, the doors were closed.  No one would see me as my
bare legs passed by -- I really couldn -(TM)t believe I was wearing so
little!  A quick glance over my shoulder showed that I wasn -(TM)t being
followed.  Then I ducked into the girls -(TM) bathroom at the end of the
corridor.

    -œThis is crazy, - I said to myself as I looked around at the empty
stalls.   -œWhat a way to spend your birthday! -

   Running my fingers through my hair, I wondered desperately what I was
going to do.  I supposed it was only a matter of time before Lisa came in
here and found me, and followed through with her threat.  Maybe it would be
better if she stripped me naked in the privacy of the restroom, instead of
in front of a class full of students.  But then she might take my clothes
and leave me here.

   Well, before I decided what to do next, I realized that I needed to sit
down and have myself a pee.  Entering one of the unoccupied stalls, I
dropped my panties to my feet.  This made me shudder as it underscored that
fact that I wasn -(TM)t wearing any pants -- or shoes, or socks!  Lowering
my head, I watched my bare toes wiggle on the tiles of the floor.  I
absently let my underwear fall off first one foot, then the other.  Now I
was completely bottomless!

   Of course, the irrational thought did cross my mind that I should take
off the rest of my clothes and beat Lisa at her own game.  Maybe I would
streak the halls.  Raising the bottom of the sweatshirt a bit, my hand
wandered down and touched my pussy.  I pictured myself running through the
school totally nude.  Oh, Oh -- that would be so hot!  But, yet, I knew I
wasn -(TM)t brave enough to do that on my own.  Besides, I had turned
eighteen today -- I was practically an adult!  And adults didn -(TM)t do
those sort of sophomoric pranks, right?

   As I finished my business and emptied my bladder, I suddenly remembered
that I had an exam in my next period English class!  Damn, what was I going
to do now!  I really couldn -(TM)t miss that test.  And then I heard the
door to the restroom open, two girls entering and chattering away. 
Quickly, I reached down and found my panties, pulling them back up my legs.
This was so embarrassing!  Especially, as I didn -(TM)t want the girls to
see me without my shoes --

   They must have stopped to check themselves in the mirror first.  As I
waited nervously, I curled my feet around the base of the bowl.  The two
girls continued to talk about some stupid teacher they had, and softball
practice after school.  Finally, they went into the two stalls on either
side of me.  I took that opportunity to get up and exit my own, and hurry
out of restroom without being discovered.

   Once I was back in the hallway, I made sure to pull the sweatshirt all
the way down so that I didn -(TM)t reveal my snug panties.  Placing my arms
at my sides, I was relieved to see that, indeed, the navy hem came right up
to the tops of my thighs.  Breathing easier, I still didn -(TM)t like the
fact that I was barefoot.  But I couldn -(TM)t go back to the study hall
classroom, because I was afraid Lisa might take my shirt and bra!  I then
recalled that my English professor didn -(TM)t have a class this period --
that meant his room might be empty!  I decided I would try to sneak into
the room before it started, and wait for the next class to begin.

   It was so quiet, I could hear my feet slapping across the floor, feeling
my bare skin lift from the cool tiles with each step.  I was getting hot
beneath my sweatshirt!  Finding the stairwell that led to the second floor,
I quickly climbed up the flights, aware that my sweatshirt was riding up my
body.  And I really didn -(TM)t want to be seen from behind, on account of
my thong underwear!

   I poked my head out of the alcove and saw that this floor was as
deserted and quiet as the one below.  So I bravely stepped out into the
corridor and started toward the direction of the English classroom.  But
when I turned the corner, there were a couple of boys at their lockers!  I
hesitated for a moment, but then decided I had best act normal and walk
past them.

   Well, of course, first I made sure my sweatshirt was back at a decent
level.  And then I proceeded to march forward, my arms at my sides even as
my hips wiggled just slightly.  I couldn -(TM)t take my eyes of these two
students, who appeared to be freshmen or sophomores.  That -(TM)s because
as I approached, their combined gazes were locked on my eighteen-year-old
form.  I watched as they devoured the sight of my slender legs, completely
bare all the way to my toes.  Oh my gosh, I felt so naked to be out in the
hallway like this!  I knew they were wondering, even fantasizing, about if
I had anything under my shirt.  Licking my lips, I realized I had better
get to my classroom fast and calm down a bit.

   The boys were speechless as I passed by them, and they made no comment
or curious remark.  I suppose they might think that seniors are entitled to
walk around barefoot and fancy-free, especially a month before graduation.
It was rather satisfying to think I was being recognized as an
upperclassman for once, and the thought that I only had on my underwear
caused me to shiver a little.

   All the way at the end of the corridor, just after the last lockers, was
my English Literature classroom.  The door was open, but I could see the
lights were turned off.  That was a good sign.  Sure enough, I slipped
inside the room, which was otherwise empty at this point.  I glanced up at
the clock -- fifteen minutes until the next bell rang.  The teacher would
probably be pleased to see I had arrived so early, and on a test day!

   Finding a book from the shelves that lined the back of the room, I
seated myself at a desk also in the back and tried to look busy or at least
studious.  Needless to say, I had a difficult time concentrating.  My butt
cheeks had direct contact with the wooden chair, and though I crossed my
legs underneath, I couldn -(TM)t help but rub my toes behind my calf.

    -œErica! - came the voice of my teacher walking through the door.  
-œWhat a surprise.  I -(TM)m pleased to see you arrived extra early! -

   I smiled to myself at his predicted declaration.   -œUm, yeah -- I
wanted to be extra prepared. -

   Suddenly I felt very flustered.  I mean, here I was sitting with just a
baggy sweatshirt to conceal my underwear.  I didn -(TM)t have my shorts or
shoes, or socks.  Maybe this wasn -(TM)t such a good idea --

    -œWell, don -(TM)t let me disturb you, - the teacher was continuing. 
-œI only wish the rest of your classmates were as conscientious as you! -

   I only grunted,  -œUh-huh -- -

   My head bent down, I pretty much had my face in the open pages of the
book, to hide my blushing.  One elbow was propped up on the desk, the hand
teasing and twirling the brown tresses of my hair.  But my other arm -- I
secretly lowered, and began patting the front of my sheer panties.  While
the teacher made his preparations for the test, writing instructions on the
board, my fingers were soon wandering inside the delicate material. 
Getting more comfortable as I sat here in isolation, I began pulling and
rubbing my soft pussy lips.  I bit my lip, willing myself not to do this --
but I was getting so aroused!  The thought struck me of removing my panties
completely, and that caused my clitoris to swell up fully erect.  I now
used my index and middle fingers to make up and down motions above my slit
--

    -œMmmm -- -

   And then the bell rang, bringing me to my senses, as I abruptly brought
both hands onto the desk.  Oh my, had I just been about to masturbate in a
classroom alone with another teacher?  I placed my hand to my chest,
feeling my heart racing.  I must have looked pretty flushed, as I watched
the first several students file into the room.

    -œErica, where are your shoes? - asked a girl who sat down behind the
desk across from me.

   It then occurred to me that no one had to know I had worn sneakers and
socks this morning.  If I had been wearing sandals or flip-flops, it would
be perfectly normal to go without any additional foot covering.  I took a
deep breath, turned my head to face my classmate.

    -œUm -- I had gym just before class, and I lost my flip-flops in the
locker room.  I didn -(TM)t want to be late for the test -- -

    -œSo you ran all the way up here in your bare feet? - the girl asked,
amazed.  Then giggling, she said,  -œWell, you have very pretty toes. -

   For some reason, that made me feel very embarrassed.   -œUm -- thank
you. -

   The exam was administered without further incident.  It was a test on
the various literary works we had read over the course of the year, kind of
a summary of the characters and themes that were explored in this class.  I
did my best to focus, so that I wouldn -(TM)t screw up.  And in fact,
concentrating on the test actually made me forget about what I was, or wasn
-(TM)t, wearing!

   When the period was over, the teacher had us place our papers on his
desk as we left the room.  I didn -(TM)t even think about getting caught, I
just made sure my shirt was suitably adjusted and walked right up to the
front of the room.  Upon turning on my heel, the teacher looked down and
frowned at me.

    -œErica, why did you take off your shoes? - he said accusingly.

   The other student was at my side and spoke on my behalf.   -œOh, no,
sir. She never had them on!  You see, Erica misplaced them in the locker
room before coming up to class. -

   I blushed hearing the other girl lie for me.  The teacher answered
dubiously,  -œIs that so!  Well, I do appreciate your consideration of
arriving in a timely fashion, if not for inappropriate school attire. -

    -œI really wanted to do well on this test, - I whined, tugging
nervously on the end of my sweatshirt.

   The other girl grabbed my arm and said,  -œCome on, Erica -- I have gym
this period.  I -(TM)ll walk with you back to the locker room, and we can
look for your flip-flops. -

   With that, we were excused, although once we exited the room, other
students walking the halls stopped to point and laugh at me.  At least my
friend was going to escort me to the gym area, so I wouldn -(TM)t be alone.
I think I would have died of shame if I were caught out here with everyone
staring at my bare legs and feet!  Of course, I had no idea how I would
explain the situation once we got to locker rooms.  Maybe the girl had an
extra pair of sneakers she could lend me --

   We continued through the halls, and down to the ground floor, making our
way to the gymnasium side of the building.  The two of us passed against a
crowd of students making their way to their other classes, and I was very
sensitive to the eyes scanning my lower body.  A few more mischievous hands
tickled the sides of my legs.  By the time we reached the girls -(TM)
locker room, I was nearly out of breath.

    -œHello, Erica! -

   Oh no -- Lisa stood in front of the door, her arms folded across her
chest.  Instinct took over, and I turned around hoping to flee from the
blonde bitch.  But the other girl who had seemed so helpful, had been
behind me, and I almost tumbled over her.  Lisa moved quickly and
forcefully, taking a good handful of the back of my sweatshirt.  With one
hand, she raised the fabric up my body, revealing my skimpy panties.

    -œHa! - the girl from my English class laughed.   -œLooks like you
lost more than your shoes, Erica! -

   Lisa snarled for her to go about her business and disappear into the
locker room.  Then it was just the two of us, out here in the empty
hallway. I hoped no one showed up late for gym!

    -œYou know, Erica, I still have to finish your birthday spanking.  But
not until you are properly exposed -- -

   Using her other arm, Lisa reached underneath my sweatshirt and found the
clasp of my matching bra.  Her fingers quickly undid the hook, while she
pulled me close against the front of her body.  I couldn -(TM)t put up much
of a struggle, I was helpless as she yanked down my bra and pulled it free.


   The release of the undergarment sent me staggering forward a few steps,
and out of Lisa -(TM)s clutches.  I turned my head and saw her twirling it
on her finger.  It then occurred to me that I was topless under my
sweatshirt, and I could feel my nipples spring out to rub against the
material.  In fact, I now had only two articles of clothing left!

    -œTime to finish the job, - Lisa laughed,  -œand strip you completely
naked! -

    -œNo! - I practically shrieked, and I ran back down the hallway.

   At this point, I wasn -(TM)t too concerned about my little white
panties, but just wanted to get away from Lisa.  Luckily, I had a pretty
light schedule, and this was another free period for me.  Although, even if
I did have a class, I didn -(TM)t think I could attend in this state.  As I
continued to run through the now empty hallways of the school, I could feel
my elongated nipples brushing up and down on the inside of my sweatshirt.
It was driving me crazy, and my whole body started to tingle.  I needed to
find some relief!  Looking behind me, I saw that Lisa did not give chase.
Instead, it seemed like she was content to stalk me for the remainder of
the day.

   My legs had carried me up to the third floor of the building, and here I
slowly made my way down the corridor that led to my locker.  There was
another person up here as well, but luckily it turned out to be my friend,
Alicia.

    -œWhoa, Erica -- you look like you -(TM)ve had a pretty wild morning.
-

   Slouching against the wall, I answered my friend,  -œIt -(TM)s Lisa. 
She -(TM)s out to get me.  She -(TM)s determined to give me a special
birthday spanking -- -

   Alicia giggled,  -œOh, that -(TM)s sounds fun! -

    -œIn my birthday suit! - I glared and crossed my arms over my chest.

    -œWhat -- here?  In school? - When I nodded, Alicia only shook her
head.   -œYou mean Lisa is trying to take all your clothes?  How far has
she gotten -- -

   I lifted up one leg to offer proof.   -œShe -(TM)s taken my sneakers and
socks and shorts.  And just now, my bra! -

    -œWow -- at this rate, Erica, you -(TM)ll be nude by lunchtime! -

    -œDon -(TM)t say that! - I scolded my friend.   -œThis is so
embarrassing -- what am I going to do? -

   Alicia gave the matter some thought.  Then she snapped her fingers and
said,  -œThe school book store!  My friend, Debbie, works there this
period. We can hang out with her.  Lisa will never think to look for you
there. -

    -œUm, OK -- - I replied hesitantly.

   I mean I suppose it sounded as good as any place to be.  And we weren
-(TM)t likely to encounter that many students.  Of course, this meant
another trip back to the school -(TM)s first floor, but then Lisa might be
looking elsewhere anyway.  Alicia grabbed her bag and closed her locker. 
Then we were back off down the hallway.

   Walking next to me, my friend lowered her eyes and commented,  -œYour
legs are really smooth.  You do a good job shaving, Erica!  Are you still
bald -- down there? -

    -œAlicia! - I expressed shock at the question.  The topic, however,
did cause my pussy to quiver and twitch.

    -œWell, if Lisa has her way, I suppose the whole senior class will find
out how bare you are! -

   And laughing, Alicia skipped down the stairs.  I was a bit more careful
as I stepped lightly in my bare toes.  I also didn -(TM)t want to make my
breasts shake up and down by engaging in strenuous motions.  When I reached
the landing that opened onto the first floor, Alicia was waiting for me. 
We continued walking in the direction toward the bookstore, and there was
an occasional student here and there.  But I guess having a companion with
me took some of the attention off my strange appearance.  Still, I received
a few odd stares.

    -œHey, Debbie! - Alicia greeted her friend behind the counter.   -œYou
mind if me and Erica chill out with you this period? -

   The redheaded junior shrugged her shoulders.   -œNah, it -(TM)s been
pretty dead this morning.  Couple of dudes asked me to stash their
cigarettes for them. -

   Debbie then inquired as to why I didn -(TM)t have any shoes on.  I told
her it was a long story.  She then asked if I was naked underneath my
sweatshirt!

    -œOf course not! - I answered indignantly.  But her presumption was
not far from the truth.

   Things were going fairly well for the remainder of the morning.  I was
beginning to think I would have to venture into the cafeteria soon.  That
was something I dreaded.  But I could feel my tummy rumble, and it wouldn
-(TM)t be long before I was craving something to eat.  I suddenly
remembered that Carrie shared the same lunch period with me.  Maybe I could
hook up with her, and she could get me some food while I tried to remain
out of sight --

    -œHey, ladies -- -

   My heart nearly dropped when I looked up and saw Lisa enter the small
bookstore.  She sauntered over to the counter, and gave Alicia a wink.  She
flashed a wicked smile at me, and then turned to the girl at the register.

    -œI need a three-ring binder for my history class, - she said
imperiously, laying her money on the counter.

   The stationary supplies were stacked behind us.  Debbie reached back to
get a binder for Lisa, when the bitch said that she wanted a red one.  The
only red three-ring binder was on one of the higher shelves.  Debbie looked
at the clock on the back wall, then looked back at Lisa.

    -œLook, the period is almost over, and my next class is all the way on
the third floor.  Do you really need a red binder?  I -(TM)ll have to pull
out that old rickety step-ladder, and I hate standing on it -- -

   The bossy blonde shut the younger girl up with a hand raised in her
face.  -œOh, relax!  I -(TM)ve already paid for the damn thing.  Why don
-(TM)t you run along to your class, and let Alicia and Erica wait for the
next shift.  Besides, Erica is better suited for climbing, since she doesn
-(TM)t have any shoes! -

    -œOh would you? - Debbie turned to me with great joy in her eyes. 
Apparently, she had often run late for her class because of her bookstore
duties, and she was eager for a chance to leave early.  She didn -(TM)t
even wait for an answer.  The bell rang, she grabbed her things, and headed
out into the hallway.   -œSee you later, Alicia!  Thanks, Erica! -

   When it was just the three of us, Lisa ordered me to climb up the
stepladder and fetch her the red binder.  She suggested that I do it now,
while students were changing classes, and before the next student store
clerk arrived.  That made some sense, so I quickly found the folding metal
ladder and placed it in front of the shelf.  Like Debbie said, it was kind
of unsteady.  I could see how putting any extra weight on it might make it
collapse.

   My toes curled around the first rung.  Of course, I am not that tall to
begin with, so I had to climb onto the next step, and finally all the way
to the top of the ladder.  Even then, I had to stretch up with both arms
just to reach the stupid binder!  This caused my sweatshirt to ride up my
back -- soon my bellybutton and stomach were exposed in the front.

   Immediately, Lisa was behind the counter, and directly behind me.  She
gently took the sides of my panties.

    -œOh my! - I gasped, feeling her tease and tug the fabric.   -œPlease,
Lisa -- don -(TM)t do this!  You -(TM)ve already taken the rest of my
clothing! -

   But Lisa had me trapped, and she was in no mood to negotiate.  While I
stood frozen on the ladder, my arms high above my head, she very
deliberately pulled down my underwear.  I blushed knowing my naked ass came
fully into view.  Once the material reached my feet, Lisa took first one
ankle in her hand and methodically extracted the foot from my panties. 
Then she did this with the other foot, taking my panties completely off.

   I was now totally bottomless.  If I turned around now, Lisa -(TM)s mouth
that was so often twisted in a charming but condescending sneer, would be
level with my hairless pussy.  I felt my lower lips begin to open, my clit
starting to peek out of its hood.  Wow, I couldn -(TM)t believe that this
was sexually exciting me!  Taking the new binder in my arms, I held it
tight to my chest while my legs very carefully navigated the steps down the
ladder.

   When I reached the floor, I did turn around just in time to see Lisa
stuff my panties in her pocket.  Nervously, I handed her the item that she
paid for, wondering if she was going to make another move on me.  I really
had nowhere to hide and was completely at her mercy.

   Instead, she started walking away saying,  -œThank you, Erica.  Alicia
and I have to be off to class.  But I -(TM)ll be back to take the rest of
your things, before the end of the day! -

    -œThe rest of my things? - I cried, clutching the end of my
sweatshirt.  -œBut this is all I have!  If you take my sweatshirt, I
-(TM)ll be totally -- -

   I couldn -(TM)t bring myself to say it.  I just watch as my best friend
and Lisa made their way out of the bookstore, and disappeared into the
river of students coursing through the hallway.  Now what was I supposed to
do!  My fingers gripped the sides of the navy blue fabric, and I tugged it
as low as possible until I was certain my poor little pussy was covered. 
Still, this did nothing to prevent the trickle of my juices that ran down
my leg.

   Suddenly two boys stumbled into the room.  They looked like they were 15
or 16, pimple faced, but starting to sprout some fuzz on their chins.

    -œHey -- where -(TM)s Deb? - one of them with grungy looking hair
spoke to me.

    -œUm -- she left to go to class.  I told her I would watch the store --
-

   The other boy huffed his displeasure and looked rather agitated.  
-œBitch!  I knew we couldn -(TM)t trust her! -

    -œCool it, man, - the first guy chided his buddy.  Then he turned to
me, still standing behind the counter.   -œListen -- We asked Debbie to
stash our smokes for us, cause our teacher has been busting our ass lately.
-

    -œI -(TM)m sorry, I don -(TM)t think I can help -- -

   The other teen, clearly ready for his nicotine fix, slapped his hand on
the top of the counter.   -œCome on, man!  She took our packs, said she
would hold on to them for us this period!  She must have put them
somewhere! -

   I turned my head slightly, doing a quick scan to see if I could find any
packs of cigarettes stashed away.  Truth be told, I was startled and a bit
intimidated by these two aggressive boys.  And here I was, standing
bottomless behind the store counter!

    -œBehind you, - the first student said pointing, causing me to twist
my body and regard the shelves lining the wall.   -œI see something in
between those textbooks.  Deb must have hid them up there -- -

   Up there?  Oh gosh -- I raised my head to see where he indicated.  The
shelf wasn -(TM)t so high that I needed the ladder again, but without
shoes, I would still need to raise my arms.  I thought about stalling, or
making some excuse -- but I could see the second student fidgeting and
looking apprehensive.  He must be going through withdrawal or something.  I
figured, I had best get rid of the boys as quickly as possible.

   Now that I looked more closely, I could just make out a couple of small
rectangular boxes wedged between two hard-covered books.  I hadn -(TM)t
noticed them before.  First, I used one hand to hold down my sweatshirt
while I lifted my arm to reach the cigarettes.  My fingers just brushed
lightly against the pack.  I looked back at the boys apologetically.

   Oh, hell!  I finally decided to stand on my bare tiptoes, and raise both
my arms to get the cellophane-wrapped contraband!  Filthy habit, anyway.  I
was more frustrated as I wanted to get out of here, but I was also
embarrassed about what they were about to see.  I could feel the fabric of
the sweatshirt ride up my middle, and soon my entire backside was on
display.  By the time I found the cartons, my only piece of clothing was
hiked up beneath my elbows.  What a show!

   I made sure to let the shirt drop all the way down once I stood flat on
my feet again.  I even smoothed down the front and back with my hands, as
if that would make it seem like everything was normal.  Then, blushing, I
turned around and slid the cigarettes across the countertop.

   The first boy stared for a moment, a bit slack-jawed.  I thought I
detected a string of drool from the corner of his mouth.   -œUh -- thanks
-- -

   The other boy just grabbed the cartons and stuffed them in his pockets.
He hurriedly turned to leave the school bookstore.  Seeming rather
oblivious, I guess he missed my cheeky flash.  I watched his friend slug
him in the arm as they passed through the open door.

    -œDude!  That chick didn -(TM)t have anything on under that shirt! -

   Oh my gosh, I thought as I raised my hands to my mouth.  What had I just
done?  I hoped he wouldn -(TM)t spread the news that I was walking around
bottomless.  In fact, I was completely naked, under this sweatshirt!  But
the other boy appeared to be disbelieving, and I guess his friend might
start to think his eyes were playing tricks on him.  I had a hard time
believing it myself.  So when the two were gone, and the rush of students
in the hall had thinned out considerably, I slowly lifted the edge of the
shirt up to my bellybutton.

   Looking down, I saw my bald pussy -- outer lips bright pink and puffed
out.  From behind the counter, I just had to lower my hand and touch the
sensitive folds of skin.  Ooh, that sent a thrill through my body!  I
nearly came on the spot!

    -œHello there, - came the voice of someone entering the room.  
-œWhere -(TM)s Debbie? -

   Wow -- I jerked my sweatshirt back down fast, and so hard, I think I may
have torn it a little at the tops of my shoulders!  Flustered I answered, 
-œShe, ah -- had to cum -- I mean, go to class!  I said I would look after
the store until the next shift arrived. -

    -œOh, - said the geeky looking boy with blonde hair and glasses.   -œI
don -(TM)t recognize you -- -

   Recovering from the initial shock, I finally started making my way
around to the other side of the counter and replied,  -œThat -(TM)s because
I -(TM)m not in your class.  I -(TM)m a senior.  I was doing Deb a favor.
-

   There was an awkward moment of silence as the Junior evaluated me.  As
his eyes fell to take in the sight of my bare feet, my toes wiggled under
the scrutiny.   -œWhere are your shoes? -

    -œDon -(TM)t ask -- lost them in gym class. - I waved away any further
inquiry, waiting for the boy to step aside.  Even though he was lanky, he
was still much taller than me, and I could not immediately get past him.

   Pointing toward a section of shelves, he informed me,  -œYou know, we do
sell gym supplies here. -

    -œReally? - my face brightened for a moment.   -œOh, but I -(TM)m
afraid I don -(TM)t have any money on me. -

   Suddenly, the teen -(TM)s eyes narrowed behind his thick spectacles and
he took a step forward.   -œHey, now!  How do I know you weren -(TM)t in
here stealing from the store? -

    -œWhat! - I said, appalled by the accusation.   -œThat -(TM)s
ridiculous.  Look, you can plainly see that I didn -(TM)t steal any
footwear.  Besides, I was trying to help a friend -- that -(TM)s the only
reason I -(TM)m here! -

   Folding his arms suspiciously, he proceeded to walk around me, closer to
the counter and the register.  I stood frozen, and he did not take his eyes
off me.   -œMaybe I should report this to the Dean of Students.  Maybe you
stuffed some money, or pens or paperclips in your pockets! -

    -œPlease don -(TM)t, - I squeaked, keeping my legs tight together. 
Fidgeting, I rubbed the front of one bare foot behind the calf of my other
leg.   -œOh for crying out loud -- -

   I told him that it was quite impossible for me to have stuffed anything
inside my pockets.  When he demanded to know why, I bit my lip in
frustration and looked over my shoulder.  The hallway was empty.  The bell
for next period had rung, so students would already be in their classes.

    -œListen -- - I whispered, trembling a little.   -œI can prove to you
that I didn -(TM)t take anything from the store.  But you have to promise
not to tell anyone about this, OK? -

   The 11th grader nodded his head, as my fists clenched at the sides of my
sweatshirt.  He waited for me to continue.  Very slowly, I pulled the
material higher and higher.  I closed my eyes, as I couldn -(TM)t bring
myself to see his reaction when my pussy came into view.  Feeling the
fabric bunched up at my waist, I paused, expecting some kind of whistle or
crude remark.

    -œWell -- you might still have something hidden under that baggy shirt!
- said the clever boy.

   I took a deep breath and let out a sigh.  I mean, here I was standing
with my clean-shaven privates on display, but I decided to lift the shirt
even higher.  My hands curled tightly around the material, which I brought
up to just below my breasts.  Now my entire abdomen was exposed, and
everything below!  Still, he wasn -(TM)t satisfied and suggested that I
could conceal smaller items, if I was careful not to let them fall out.

   At that moment, the humiliation of the situation, and the wrongful
accusation was just too overwhelming.  I reached behind my head, and
grabbed the shirt at my back.  I began to pull the material over my head,
and off my overheated body.  The room must have been filled with the musky
aroma of my horniness.  Placing the sweatshirt on the top of the bookstore
counter, I then took a step back, hands on my hips.  It was then that I
realized, I didn -(TM)t have any clothes on at all!

   My fingers immediately clasped over my bald pubic mound and I stammered,
 -œLook -- I -(TM)m, like, really naked here.  I mean stark naked -- -

    -œYes, I can see that, - the boy replied dryly.  From behind the
glasses, his eyes devoured my nubile body.   -œI suppose it would be
impossible for you to hide any items from the store.  Well, I just had to
be sure, you know. -

   We stared at each other for a minute in silence as I shyly rubbed a foot
behind the other leg.  And then it occurred to me, I was free to get
dressed now!  That is, if you can call throwing a large sweatshirt over
your otherwise naked body, getting dressed -- I turned around so that he
saw my butt, and numbly picked up the material.  Once I had pulled my head
through the top and my arms through the sleeves, I shook out my hair. 
Tugging and straightening the bottom edge of the shirt, I proceeded to walk
out of the bookstore.

    -œWhat?  You -(TM)re just going to walk out of here like that? - asked
Einstein.

   But I only thought, oh my -- he had seen me fully nude.  And now I
couldn -(TM)t look him in the eye.  I just ignored his question as I padded
out into the hallway.  Good thing I was graduating next month, and would
probably never see the kid again in my life.

   I figured it was about ten minutes into my lunch period.  Silently, I
made my way toward the cafeteria, clutching both hands in front of my chest
-- I was so nervous!  I could hear the noise level increase, as I drew
closer, the sound of voices talking and shouting and laughing.  While my
body was perspiring beneath the sweatshirt, my bare feet felt cold as they
slapped across the floor.  Approaching the doors, I realized I had to be
very careful.  If Lisa was in here, waiting for me, she could whip my shirt
off -- and leave me naked in front of everyone!  And then I remembered that
she and Alicia had class this period, so I would be safe.  Breathing a
little easier, I entered the spacious room packed with students.

   Immediately, I saw Carrie sitting at a table off to the side, in the
section where we Seniors usually sat.  I raised my head in her direction
and she waved me over.  Amid the snickering as I passed by others already
taking their lunch, I reached the bench and quickly slid my legs under the
table.  My friend reached down and squeezed my knee.

    -œSo, Lisa really seemed like she was out to get you this morning, -
Carrie said.   -œWhat a great trick -- you should have seen the look on
your face! -

   I lifted my friend -(TM)s hand back onto the table and pressed her
fingers urgently.   -œCarrie -- it -(TM)s no joke!  Lisa has already taken
my bra and panties!  I don -(TM)t have anything on under this sweatshirt --
-

   The strawberry-blonde girl was silent for a moment, then said, 
-œReally? So you -(TM)re completely naked except for one baggy thing?  Wow
-- that is so hot! -

    -œCome on, Carrie, you -(TM)ve got to help me, - I cried.   -œGo up
and get me something to eat, please. -

   Carrie paused to look down at my bare feet and legs before replying, 
-œI -(TM)ll tell you what, Erica.  I will help you.  Since you obviously
can -(TM)t be carrying any excess items, I will lend you some lunch money,
but you have to get on line yourself.  This, I want to see! -

    -œUm, well, OK -- - I started meekly.   -œI am pretty hungry. -

   Once she handed me a few dollar bills, I slowly lifted myself from
behind the table.  Carrie took this opportunity to playfully raise the back
of my sweatshirt, to have a look with her own eyes!

    -œSweet ass, Erica! - she teased.

    -œStop it! - I whispered harshly, as I hurried to smooth the material
back down again.

   I danced a few steps forward on my toes, away from Carrie -(TM)s naughty
fingers.  Then I looked to make sure I was properly covered, the navy blue
hem just reaching down to my thighs.  With the money gripped tight in my
hand, I bravely walked toward the front of the cafeteria.  There were more
whistles and pointing and laughing.  Now I really felt exposed!  But I
thought the worst would be over once I stood in line.  No sooner had I
taken my place and started shuffling forward, then someone else got in line
behind me.

    -œIs this a dare? - asked a boy standing so close, I could smell his
deodorant and feel his breath on the back of my neck.   -œDid your friends
dare you to walk up here without your shoes? -

   He inched closer, even as I took another step forward.  My goodness, he
was practically on top of my butt!  I was afraid he might start touching
me, with exploring fingers.  At the same time, I felt my nipples stiffen,
pushing straight out against the heavy fabric.

    -œYou smell kind of musky, - he continued, leaning close as I hooked a
strand of brown hair behind my ear.   -œAre you even wearing shorts? -

   I did not answer, but closed my eyes.  Allowing myself to move when I
sensed the line shifted, drifting on the bare soles of my feet.  I could
picture everyone in the cafeteria at their tables watching me, wondering if
I indeed had anything on under my sweatshirt.  All this student needed to
do to satisfy his curiosity was grasp the edges and lift the material
higher than my hips.  Then everyone would find out my secret.  Imagining
myself up here with the shirt completely off, I could feel my shaven pussy
lips part, my clit growing erect.

    -œWhat will it be, flower girl? -

   The throaty voice of the lady who worked behind the serving counter
interrupted my arousal.  I looked around confused for a bit, then looked
down behind the glass shield that protected the food.

    -œI -- um -- let -(TM)s see.  I guess I -(TM)ll just take a banana and
a milk carton. -

   Looking at me kind of disapprovingly, the cafeteria lady dumped the
piece of fruit onto my tray, along with a half-pint carton of milk.  I
blushed furiously as she stared at my smooth, creamy legs and hurried over
to the register.  There, I paid for my meager takings, and quickly headed
back over toward Carrie.  With the tray held in both my hands, I was
helpless to prevent my shirt from riding up as I moved.  I feared that the
bottom of my cheeks might be coming into view.

    -œHmmm, - Carrie mused, picking up the banana once I was seated.  
-œWere you thinking of eating this, or feeling a little playful? -

   I told her that wasn -(TM)t funny, taking it back and started peeling
down the skin.  Although I had to admit, I was getting pretty horny.  Just
sitting here completely bottomless in a room with all these students, made
me excited.  I gulped down the carton of milk, then wiped my mouth with the
sleeve of my sweatshirt.  Carrie could see the look in my eye, sense my
body tingling -- I was fidgety and restless.

    -œCome on, - my friend announced, standing up and grabbing her books.
-œI have an idea! -

   Well, I didn -(TM)t know what she had in mind, but it appeared it would
involve leaving the cafeteria.  I would be glad to get away from all those
staring eyes, which were only making me hotter!  Leaving the tray and empty
carton on the table, I rose to my feet and began to follow the taller girl.


   We walked out into the hallway, where it was relatively quieter.  Carrie
took my hand and started pulling me down the corridor.  It was halfway
through the period, so classes would still be in session.  But my friend
wasn -(TM)t taking me toward the classrooms on this floor.  I soon
realized, we were approaching the health office!

    -œDidn -(TM)t you see Nurse Baker in the lunch room? - Carrie
explained.   -œShe has monitor duties this period!  It will be nice and
safe inside her office -- -

   Sure enough, my friend brazenly opened the door to the Nurse -(TM)s
office, and flicked on the lights to show that the room was indeed empty.
There was a wide desk, a scale, some chairs and a brown leather examination
table.  It was here that Carrie had me climb up and sit.  My legs dangled
childishly, my toes unable to reach the floor.

    -œLet -(TM)s get this thing off you! - Carrie said, tugging at my
sweatshirt.

    -œBut -- I -- -

   It was no use.  My words became muffled as the material was lifted up my
body and smothered my face.  In spite of my objections, I even found myself
raising my arms, so she could take the last piece of clothing off me.  Free
of the hot, confining fabric, I ran my fingers through my hair.  I looked
down at my entirely bare body, then back at a smiling Carrie.

    -œOh my gosh! - I squealed.   -œI -(TM)m naked! -

   Folding the sweatshirt, Carrie placed it aside and said,  -œBut doesn
-(TM)t that feel so much better? -

   Of course, it was true, the air did feel nice on my uncovered skin.  But
I was little embarrassed because atop my small breasts, my nipples stuck
out and quivered.  And in the back of my mind, I was afraid that someone
might find us in here at any moment.

    -œNow just lie down, Erica, and try to relax, - Carrie instructed.

   I did as I was told, bringing my legs up so that my heels rested on the
leather table.  With one arm as a pillow beneath my head, I let my other
hand fall on my tummy.  I closed my eyes, but could hear Carrie walking
over to the end by my feet.  When she ran a finger up one sole, I shivered,
but she didn -(TM)t launch into a full tickle attack.  Instead, my friend
only teased between my toes, and then began rubbing.

    -œHow does a nice birthday massage sound? - she asked in a soothing
voice.

   I could only answer with a kitten -(TM)s purr,  -œMmmm -- -

   Carrie stood to the side and leaned over me as she squeezed and kneaded
my feet, calves, and lower legs.  She was steadily working her way up so
that her fingers ran along my shins and knees, pressing gently.  When she
reached higher, I spread my thighs apart, allowing her to rub them down
with her hands.  Carrie then lowered my own hand to my side, so she could
continue her ministrations to my stomach.  Using both her thumbs, she
palpated my abdomen, then smoothly traced circles around my belly button. I
arched my back, inviting her to play with my tits.  Giggling, Carrie
obliged, cupping both my breasts then pinching and teasing each nipple.

   And then her hand, which felt unbelievably amazing, snaked back down my
torso.  Over my stomach, past my navel -- down toward my sensitive nether
regions where she began stroking my pussy.

    -œOoooh --.  aaaahhh! - I moaned quietly.

   My clitoris poked out of its hood, and Carrie manipulated the small nub
between her fingers.  She rapidly had me on the edge of an orgasm, here, in
the middle of school, in the health office!

    -œHappy Birthday, Erica -- -

    -œWhere is Nurse Baker? - came the sound of a girl -(TM)s voice
suddenly entering the room.

   My body froze, as I had just been ready to cum and start bucking my
hips. Carrie -(TM)s hands stilled my trembling legs, straightening them out
on the table.  Then she turned around to face the intruder.

    -œThe school nurse does not have office hours this period, - my friend
said in a stern tone of voice.   -œI am her Senior assistant, and I was in
the middle of this student -(TM)s sports physical. -

   I tried to lay unmoving, although I was mortified to be caught nude like
this.  My hands did discreetly clasp over my bald vulva.

    -œOh, - came the other girl -(TM)s meek reply.   -œWell, we have our
health forms that need to be signed, so I guess we -(TM)ll have to wait
until the Nurse gets back. -

   We?  My eyes opened up wide to hear the plural pronoun used, and I tried
to turn my head so I could see just who had entered the room.  But Carrie
was kind of blocking my view as she continued to address the younger
student.

    -œSure -- you and your friend can have a seat over there. - Then
turning back to me, she said,  -œAll right, Erica.  You can slide off the
table now. -

   I tried to shake my head  -œno -, but soon Carrie had taken both my
hands in hers, and gently lifted my body to a sitting position.  Keeping my
knees tight together, I swung my legs over the side of the leather
examination table.  When Carrie took a step back, I slid my butt off the
edge, my bare feet landing on the floor with a smack.  Instinctively, I
placed one hand in front of my wet pussy and held the other arm against my
breasts.

   It was a good thing, because I finally saw who our guests were.  Further
away, against the side wall when you first walked in, sat a girl with
glasses and blonde pigtails.  And next to her, looked to be another
freshman -- a boy whose eyes were as wide as saucers at the sight of my
eighteen-year-old bare body!

    -œOK, Erica, please lower your arms so I can finish the examination, -
Carrie said so sweetly, but not sparing me any embarrassment.

   I felt humiliated, but I was also really turned on at that moment.  As
if I was under some sort of hypnotic trance, very slowly, I began to move
my arms and hands out of the way.  Swallowing a lump of excitement down my
throat, I could feel the tips of my fingers brushing the sides of my legs,
and I knew that I stood fully nude in front of two more students; with
everything exposed.

   Carrie eyed me critically and said clinically,  -œMm-hmmm -- you seem
pretty fit, Miss. -

    -œOh my goodness - the other girl finally piped up.   -œShould we be
in here?  I mean, Brian shouldn -(TM)t see her without any clothes on -- -


   My friend had maneuvered herself so that she stood behind me, even
pushing me forward a little, and answered over my shoulder.   -œIt -(TM)s
all right.  Erica doesn -(TM)t mind.  And we have to get this examination
done today. -

   Then Carrie cupped each of my butt cheeks and began fondling them
sensually.  It felt really nice, I even spread my legs wider apart!  While
she had her hands on my ass, the strawberry-blonde leaned close to my ear
and started whispering.  She told me that I looked so cute, and that she
knew I liked being naked.  She told me that she enjoyed showing me off to
other people, and it made me hot, too.  Well, while Carrie spoke softly
into my ear and continued to rub my butt, I was getting more and more
aroused -- my nipples stuck out so hard, they pointed toward the ceiling.
And my pussy was now like a blossoming flower, all the pink folds of skin
opened up and glistening.  My clit poked out like a third nipple.

    -œErica looks horny, - the boy student suddenly said aloud.

   The girl sitting next to him smacked him in the arm.   -œBrian, that is
so rude!  You should probably step out of the room -- stop looking at her
tits! -

   Oh wow, this was too much!  But at the same time, such an incredible
experience!  I was ashamed to hear them talk about my nudity, yet I did not
bother to cover up.  I was on the edge, wondering what Carrie would do to
me next.  While I really wanted to cum, I didn -(TM)t want to do that in
front of two younger students.  But if my friend even touched my pussy in
slightest, I knew it would set me off.  Thankfully, she remained very
professional, and asked me to walk onto the scale.

   Well, once I stood facing the wall, my profile exposed just how erect my
nipples really were.  Part of me wished that Carrie would start flicking
them up and down, rolling the pointy protrusions between her fingers. 
Instead, she pretended to adjust the weights and take my measurements.

   Next, she asked me sit on the stool in the corner so she could take my
temperature.  I mean, Carrie was really playing up the part of Nurse -(TM)s
Assistant!  My bare butt hit the black leather seat, and by reflex,I placed
my feet on the bottom circular rung, toes curling.  I rested my hands on my
knees, with legs spread apart.  Across the room, the other two students had
a clear view of my gaping pussy.  Carrie leaned down and placed the
thermometer in my mouth, under my tongue.  Our eyes met, and I wondered how
long she was going to make me remain in this position -- my juicy pink
labia unfolded and clitoris sticking out.

   Another minute went by, then Carrie looked at her watch and her eyes
kind of went wide.  She pulled the instrument abruptly past my lips and
said,  -œOK, Erica, looks like you have a clean bill of health!  No
problems here -- -

   I watched as she dumped the thermometer in the wastebasket, then
gathered up my sweatshirt.  Understanding suddenly, this meant it was time
to go.

    -œAll right, off to class! - Carrie announced even as she headed
toward the office door.

   I jumped to my feet and started following after.  And this meant, I
would be walking completely naked past the two students!

    -œOh -- but, - the girl said and watched me fast approaching.  
-œShouldn -(TM)t you let her get dressed first? -

   Carrie paused for a second, hugging her books and my only article of
clothing to her chest, and answered,  -œLet -(TM)s give her some privacy,
shall we?  Erica can get changed in the girls -(TM) bathroom -- -

   And before I knew it, she disappeared, and I was right behind her.  We
were suddenly in the middle of the hallway, but I didn -(TM)t have any
clothes on at all!  I took a few delicate steps forward, slapping my hand
over my bald pussy mound.

    -œYou -- you -(TM)re going to give me my sweatshirt, Carrie, aren
-(TM)t you? - I asked desperately.

   The taller girl stood and held out the material in both hands at arm
-(TM)s length.   -œOf course, silly!  Even though you are more adorable
nude, I don -(TM)t want you to get in trouble. -

   And with a final laugh, she tossed me the shirt.  I clumsily pulled it
over my head, rushing because I didn -(TM)t know how long our isolation on
this end of the school would last.  Almost tearing the fabric as I pulled
it down, making sure that everything was concealed.  I must have looked a
mess -- hot and flustered, my hair out of place.  My eyes lingered on the
sight of Carrie swaying her hips as she proceeded down the corridor, on the
way to her next class.  She blew a kiss at me over her shoulder, and then
was gone.

   Leaving me to stand alone in my bare feet as the bell to change classes
rang.  I tried to clear my thoughts and think.  It was just after my normal
lunchtime -- I had sociology next.  But I really didn -(TM)t feel like
sitting in another room filled with students.  This time, I was wearing so
little.  I was afraid I would be pushing my luck, and my series of
humiliations would only escalate.  There was no doubt about it, I needed to
cool down and find a place to hide.

   Making the turn around the corner, too late, I saw Lisa walking in my
direction.  I turned, then spun around again, uncertain of which way to
run. The hallway was filling up with students as the dominating blonde
closed the distance between us.  Finally I just froze, leaning back against
a set of lockers, trying to will myself to become invisible.  This was it
-- there were dozens of our classmates and underclassmen coursing back and
forth.  They would all see me when Lisa reached out and took off my
sweatshirt.  They would all see me naked!  My legs trembled, and I bit
nervously on my fingertips.

    -œHello, Birthday Girl -- - Lisa sneered as she stood in front of me.
She placed one arm out, palm against the wall the way some guys do when
they -(TM)re chatting up a girl.

   I gripped the edges of the oppressive fabric tightly and squeaked, 
-œPlease, don -(TM)t! -

    -œDon -(TM)t, what? - she teased.   -œDon -(TM)t lift up your
sweatshirt?  Don -(TM)t take it off completely?  You know, you could have
avoided all of this by just following instructions earlier.  But now,
Erica, you -(TM)re in for a real treat!

    -œI have gym this period, and I want you to meet me outside.  Go to the
softball diamond and wait for me in the dugout.  Don -(TM)t even think of
disobeying, or so help me -- I -(TM)ll drag your little ass into the lunch
room and strip you in front of the entire cafeteria! -

   And with that menacing threat, Lisa released her hold on my shirt, which
I just realized she had curled into a knot at my bellybutton.  Quickly, I
unfolded the front of the material and smoothed it down, looking around to
make sure no one had seen the brief flash of my crotch.  Lisa was already
off to the other side of the building where the gym was, and I had been
given my orders.  Thinking over the situation and circumstances, and what
it might have been, maybe it wouldn -(TM)t be so bad.

   Well, I had already decided that I was in no shape to go to my next
class.  Some fresh air might even do me some good.  I tried to be hopeful
about the whole thing, as the line of passing students thinned out. 
Waiting a few more minutes to collect my thoughts, the sound of the school
bell rang again.  Now that classes had resumed, I began walking down the
hall toward the exit that would take me to the sports field.

   I made it to the doors without being discovered.  Well, without any more
than a few curious glances from the people I hurriedly walked by.  Not
wanting to further irritate Lisa and keep her waiting, I wasted no time
pushing myself outside, into the bright afternoon sunlight of early April.
Shading my eyes at first as I scoped out my surroundings, the air did feel
nice on my thighs and lower legs.  My toes were warm on the concrete steps
that led away from the building.  And so over the asphalt pavement, my
nubile limbs carried me until I reached the fresh-cut grass of the playing
fields.

   Then it was just a matter of dashing toward the baseball diamond, the
one we girls used for softball.  It was actually very quiet out here.  I
guess the girls had not yet finished changing into their gym uniforms. 
There was kind of a strange feeling standing out here by myself, and I
started having naughty thoughts.  Like what would it be like to pitch to
the softball team in the nude.  Or step up to bat without any clothes on!
But then I remembered that Lisa explicitly asked me to wait for her in the
dugout.  So I walked in silence down the sidelines, blades of grass
tickling the soles of my feet.  Down the steps I went, and found that it
was quite cool and shady inside here.

   It was from this vantage point that I watched as a troop of high school
seniors, almost a dozen girls, marched toward the field.  It didn -(TM)t
see any sign of the gym teacher.  Some of them were carrying various items
of equipment -- gloves, bats, helmets, and such.  Lisa walked out in front,
idly tossing the large rawhide-stitched sphere up and down in her hand.

   She was dressed in the red school uniform gym shorts, which fit snug
about her hips and thighs.  Her legs were long and tan, ending in a pair of
slouch socks and sneakers.  Her white top was tied off at the midriff,
probably against regulation, but showed off her sexy tummy.  Lisa looked
hot!

    -œAll right, ladies, - the blonde called out as she took the pitcher
-(TM)s mound.   -œSince Ms.  Hovorkova has a lot of end of the year
paperwork to do, I volunteered to run this class for her.  And I have a
little surprise for us today! -

   There was a moment of curious apprehension in the air, I even found
myself a little breathless.  Everyone knew, Lisa was not someone to be
messed with, and she was capable of coming up with all sorts of devious
plans.

   Looking upon the girls that were gathered about her, she continued.  
-œToday is my friend Erica -(TM)s eighteenth birthday.  And right now, she
is over there in the dugout, waiting for her birthday surprise.  So, Erica
-- why don -(TM)t you come out here and join us on the field. -

   I took a deep breath, starting to rise from my sitting position on the
bench, when Lisa made one more request.

    -œAnd leave the sweatshirt behind -- -

   Oh no!  She had me trapped, and now she was going to embarrass me in
front of her gym class!  I -(TM)m sure I knew some of the girls out there
-- I still had to take other classes with them.  But Lisa had given me my
instructions, and I knew it could get far worse if I did not listen.  I
looked around for help, foolishly, but I was alone in the half-darkness of
the dugout.

   Slowly, reluctantly, I began to lift the sweatshirt off my body.  I felt
the rise of the material brush against my stomach and then my stiff
nipples. The fabric bunched up above my head, and I pulled it over my
shoulders -- pulling out each arm one at a time.  Completely off, I
clutched it for a moment against my chest, and then threw it to the side.
Now I wasn -(TM)t wearing anything!  For a moment, I arched my back with
legs spread wide apart on the bench.  My hand nervously ran through my hair
and shook it out a little.  Then I stood up, my bare feet hesitantly
approaching the dugout steps.

    -œWe -(TM)re waiting, Erica -- - came the not too subtle voice of the
dominating blonde.

   Well, I climbed up the short steps -- then walked bare-assed nude onto
the field.  My arms were folded tightly across my small tits, so that I
clutched my elbows in opposite hands.  There was nothing hiding my
bellybutton, my pussy, or any inch of my slim legs.  I did not dare to look
at my female classmates as I approached, but kept my head bent down, eyes
locked on my toes moving softly over the grass as I placed one foot in
front of the other.

    -œOh my gosh, she -(TM)s naked! - one of the girls giggled.

   I shivered as I passed by another who said,  -œThat -(TM)s some birthday
outfit -- -

   And there was more chattering and chuckles as I shyly made my way toward
Lisa.  This was so embarrassing, being eyed critically and evaluated by my
peers.  At least if there were some guys around, they might have
complimented my cute body.  But then, that might have made me hornier! 
Lisa told me to join her on the pitcher -(TM)s mound, in the center of the
baseball diamond under the bright sunlight.  As I did so, my feet kicked up
some dust until I climbed the hill and had my heels resting on the white
rubber.  I was facing the outfield, my ass toward home plate.  Wondering
what would happen next, I clasped both my hands over my shaved pussy.

    -œNow then, - Lisa announced.   -œEarlier this morning, little Erica
ran out on me, before her special birthday spanking was completed.  But we
can start all over, from the beginning, and I -(TM)ll let everyone take a
turn! -

   I couldn -(TM)t believe I was standing out here in the middle of my high
school sports field, stark naked!  Suddenly, I felt the first swat hit my
bottom.  Lisa also made the second slap, as my butt cheeks bounced, and
caused me to insert a finger into my pink slit.

    -œOoooh, - I closed my eyes and moaned.

    -œWho wants to come next, - Lisa teased invitingly as she rubbed my
ass.

   I could hear one of the girls approaching, and suddenly my entire body
was tingling.  Lisa -(TM)s contact with my bare skin had been electric, and
now I fully realized that other girls were going to be touching my body. 
Biting my lip, I wondered if I would make it through this humiliating
ordeal before cumming in front of the entire gym class.  It didn -(TM)t
help that my nipples sprung out erect and I silently began rubbing my clit.
I felt someone -(TM)s palm strike my butt, and the girl grabbed a handful
and squeezed before moving away.

   When another girl came up and landed a smack, I spread my legs apart,
knowing that my pussy lips could be seen from behind.

    -œDo we have to spank her on the ass? - one of the gym students asked.


   Lisa thought about this for a moment before saying,  -œI guess her whole
body is fair game.  Erica, put your hands on your head -- -

   Damn!  That meant I wouldn -(TM)t be able to secretly play with myself,
although maybe that was a good thing.  Still, it also meant everything
would now be exposed, and would be a potential target!  My hands slowly
separated from my crotch as I raised them to my head.  Then I joined my
fingers once more, intertwining with locks of my hair, standing with my
legs shoulder-width apart.  The girl skipped over to my side and gave me a
light pat on my tummy.  She also let her lingering fingers trace a circle
around my belly button.

   The next girl walked around until she stood square in front of me.  I
opened my eyes to find her looking me up and down from head to toe.

    -œYou -(TM)ve got cute tits, Erica, - she said pleasantly and
proceeded to playfully pull on my elongated nipples.

   She continued to squeeze both my breasts and then reached around to give
me a slap on the ass.  Then she joined the other three girls sitting
cross-legged on the grass.  The next student followed and walked in front
of me where she cupped my bare pussy!  Her fingers spread my outer lips and
fondled my labia --

    -œAaaahhh! -

    -œOh my, she -(TM)s wet -- I think someone is enjoying this! -

   I was vaguely aware of another handful of students marching behind me,
each one administering more traditional spankings.  But then another girl
stepped in front of me, placing her hands on my slender hips that flared
out with feminine grace.  She had long black hair that she wore in a
topknot, and had a smattering of light freckles across her nose, and
sparkling grey eyes.

   She moved in close and kissed me full on the lips, our tongues meeting
and dancing inside my mouth.  A quick slap on my butt followed as she said,
 -œHappy Birthday, Erica. -

   By this time, I was more than ready to explode!  I closed my eyes and
lost myself to this world of ecstasy.  While my hands clenched atop my
head, I was wild with anticipation wondering where the next set of hands
would touch me.  My clitoris had swelled up and was poking at the girls. 
Each time someone -(TM)s palm hit my nude ass, I bucked my hips a little
more.  This was really it -- I was going to have an orgasm right here on
the pitcher -(TM)s mound.  And what was worse, in this heightened state of
arousal, I tended to squirt, so all the girls would witness my climax.

   Suddenly, after another girl had spanked me, I heard Lisa call out, 
-œThat -(TM)s eighteen! -

   There was a round of applause and giggling, as I spun around confused.
Here I was, naked, with nipples and clit erect, and on the edge of a
massive orgasm.  Keeping my hands on my head, my lean body practically
begging for someone to finish me off.

    -œIs there something you would like to do for us? - Lisa asked with an
evil smile, arching one eyebrow.

   I turned around again, looking at the twelve girls in the middle of the
infield.  Some of them were standing with arms folded, others were kneeling
or seated on the grass.  Each watched me intently as if to see if I would
really masturbate outside in front of them, as if I were some sort of
exhibitionist slut!  I felt myself blush -- quickly I covered my breasts
and pussy with my hands.

    -œPlease, - I said turning back to face Lisa.   -œLet me have my
sweatshirt and go back inside to finish -- -

   The blonde -(TM)s face darkened and she frowned at me.   -œNo.  I -(TM)m
keeping your sweatshirt, along with the rest of your clothes, unless you
lie down right now and cum!  Otherwise, you can march your naked ass back
into the school and do whatever you need to do! -

   I wanted to give in, I really did.  But not in front of our classmates.
It had been almost two years since Lisa started teasing me and embarrassing
me in public.  From some small part of me deep down inside, I found a
reserve of courage.  I raised my chin and lowered my arms.  Then I began to
walk totally nude off the baseball field.  My hips even wiggled with
confidence as I headed toward the school, flaunting my sexy
eighteen-year-old ass.

   Of course, my plan was to dash into the nearest girls -(TM) bathroom,
masturbate wildly, and then hide out for the rest of the day.  But as my
toes reached the edge of the grass, I thought I heard over my shoulder Lisa
say something.

    -œDon -(TM)t worry -- I think by now, Alicia has pulled the fire alarm!
-

    -œWha-what? - I paused, spun around, not fully comprehending.

   Considering my options, I decided to start jogging toward the building.
Indeed, soon enough I heard the dreaded clanging of the alarm bell!  I
froze, I panicked -- I watched as the side doors opened and a flood of
students came teaming out into the parking lot.  That was it, I decided, I
was going home!  I would deal with the consequences later.

   But even as I ran in the other direction, there was absolutely no cover,
and someone yelled,  -œHoly Shit!  That girl is naked! -

   I streaked past the freshman biology class, as well as the marching band
that must have had their practice interrupted, and at least a dozen other
classes trying to file into some sort of organized line.  First I tried to
keep one hand on my hairless crotch.  But I found I needed both arms
pumping so I could run faster.  Too late, I saw that I was moving straight
toward the principal, my sweet pussy lips flapping in the breeze!

   I did not stop, but kept running past him, although I thought I heard
him mutter something.

    -œDamn senior prank! -

   Well, at least he recognized me as a senior -- I wondered if he enjoyed
the view.

   Amid the rising commotion, the whistles and catcalls and other
unbelievable responses, I headed off the school property and began my
embarrassing expedition back to my house.  It certainly wasn -(TM)t the
first time I had to run home naked, and I had learned specific routes to
take and side ways to go to avoid being caught.

   Finally, when I reached my doorstep, I found the spare key and let
myself in.  It was the middle of the day so I would have the whole house to
myself --

   SURPRISE!!!!

   My older stepbrother and his buddies paused to exclaim, in the middle of
hanging up party decorations.  Then he looked at me curiously and remarked,
 -œUm -- you -(TM)re home early, Erica -- -

    -œEeek! - I screeched and dashed bare-assed down the hall where I
locked myself in my room.  I flung my body face down on the bed, and slung
an arm between my legs so I could tickle my anus.  I think I masturbated
for two hours.

   What a way to kick off my birthday!



   19 - Erica's Senior Adventure By Drew

   Part 1

   I woke up early.  Thank god it was Saturday.  I was lying on the daybed
in Alicia's room.  The sheets were cool on my naked skin.  I loved the way
they made me feel.

   I never slept naked in my bed, I always with a long sleep-shirt, because
I felt warm and cozy in it.

   I slept naked at Alicia's house though.  She -(TM)s always insisting I
get comfortable with being naked, and to be naked when we're alone in her
room, doing whatever!

   Just to  -œget used to it. - Far from comfortable, and far from 
-œgetting used to it, - I'm still embarrassed!  I wondered if secretly she
enjoyed looking at me naked.

   I was always catching her looking at my body, especially my shaved
crotch.

   And it's easy for her to insist on me being naked, she's always covered
up, why, even at night she sleeps in a bra and panties!  And I'm nude!  I'm
on display for her to ogle all the time when we're alone, watching TV,
listening to music, and even studying after school!

   But I don't get to see her naked, and haven't, since we were little
kids.

   Somehow, it didn't seem fair.  Thinking about my best friend naked was
making me a little horny.  I shook my head to clear it,  -œah! - No way.

   I figured it was just better to just go along rather than argue with
her. Besides, she's already seen me naked a bunch of times.

   So I'd spent the night there, as Alicia and I needed to get caught up on
a geometry project and study for a test on Monday.  If we failed the test
then neither of us would get to go to the Senior Class Dinner and Show.

   And everyone seemed to be going, and Alicia, of course, wanted to go
too. Me, on the other hand, would have been happy staying home and watched
TV.

   The test was fifty one percent of our class grade.  Failing it was out
of the question.  It took us all Friday night, but we finally finished it
and we both fell asleep.

   I awoke with a start!

   What woke me up was Alicia yelling and screaming.  She'd been talking on
the cell-phone, and talking to me so fast I could barely keep up with her!

   "Erica!  Wake up Erica!  The show after the Dinner is BO!  From American
Idol!  She screamed.

    -œOhmygawd!  It's BO!  BO!  From American Idol!  I've got us tickets!
And we got a room!  The Senior Dinner, then the concert! - she blurted out
all at once.

    -œSarah got the room for me..errr..for us!  Remember her?  The
salesgirl at the Mall?  We can stay the night too, so we don't haveta drive
home in the dark, so cool! - She was grinning ear to ear, she was so
excited!

   I remembered Sarah, the lady who embarrassed me at the mall, but I was
happy that Alicia was happy.  I was suspicious.

   She saw it.  "Hummmmm, okay!" I said quietly, I looking at my feet.  Her
face dropped.

   "Oh Erica, C -(TM)mon, you've got to come with me!" She pleaded.  "What
else would you do all weekend?  We already covered homework and the stupid
geometry questions."

   She took my hands, sat beside me on the daybed and looked me in the eyes
with that "I'll be friends forever" look.

   I hesitated before saying anything, to think fast.

   I didn't really want to go, especially to stay overnight, but I didn't
want to let her down.

   I didn't think it'd be much fun.

   I didn't watch TV much and didn't even know who Bo was.  But, if I
didn't go with her I knew her Mom would never let her go alone.

   "Alicia, I cant go anywhere, I don't have any money," secretly hoping
that would be the end of it.

   "That's okay Erica!  My Dad gave me a credit card for my seventeenth
birthday, remember?" I sounded like I was making excuses.  She began to
frown.

   "Alicia..."

   "Your Mom and Dad won't have a problem with you using it to spend the
weekend, at a Hotel, to see a show, and pay my way for it all too?  Uh
huh." I said a little sarcastically.

   She pouted.  "If they know you're coming they'll say it's okay Erica.  I
know they will.  Now will you please call and ask your Mom!?  Please Erica,
pretty please?" and took both my hands, pleading.

   She looked ready to cry now, and I caved in, like always.  Why do I
always give in to her?

   "Okayyy, then, I'll try, hand me the phone," she let go of my hands and
handed me the phone.

   I called my Mom, and all the while Alicia was making praying motions
with her hands, mouthing a silent "please" with such an earnest look on her
face.  I grinned at her, giving her the thumbs up.  I put my hand over the
phone.

   "My Mom says its okay if your Mom does and only if the two of us go, and
no boys."

   I wish, just once, my mom would say "NO" when I need her to, when I want
her to, I thought glumly.

   Alicia screamed again!  Jumping up and down and clapping, then dancing
around me.  I loved seeing her like this though.  She was so happy, like a
little kid.

   She was such a good friend, I'd have hated to let her down now.

   Holding the phone to my ear, I finished the call, saying "Okay, Mom, bye
Mom, see ya Sunday night, yes Mom, Alicia has a cell-phone, just in case,"
I said and clicked off.

   I couldn't let her down and not go.  I loved her very much.  After all,
we grew up together, and she was my best friend.

   Alicia and I stared at each other, then she screamed!  Loud!

   Alicia collapsed on the bed giggling, staring at the ceiling.



   Part 2

   She was dreaming of the good-looking guys she'd see, no doubt.  So was
I, but I didn't really want to go.  Besides, any guys we'd run into would
think I'm her little sister, probably.

   Damnit, I'm a senior in high school, I wish my boobs would grow bigger.

   Even though I didn't want to go, I said yes.

   I guess it's just a natural thing between us that she leads and I
follow. I wish I knew why I was like that.  Best not to dwell on stuff, I
thought.

   She looked me up and down, winked and said you need to get dressed soon.
Her eyes kept glancing from my pussy to my tits!  Still sitting by the side
of the day-bed, I looked up at her, waiting for her to move, hand me my
clothes, something.

   She didn't move, though, just stared at me, arms folded.  I blushed, and
she giggled.

   It was also chilly in here, I had goosebumps on my arms, and the little
blonde hairs on my nipples were excited.  Being ogled by my best friend was
making me horny!  I was embarrassed.  I pretended to scratch my left
nipple, hiding my tits.

   Alicia just giggled and smirked at me, now both my nipples had popped
out like baby carrots, hard and long.  I turned red, blushing from my
breasts on up to the tops of my ears, and warm.

   Alicia laughed out loud, clapped, then pointed at my now moist lips,
"Erica...uhhhhh."

   She knew I was horny!  I glanced down, and sure enough, there was a tiny
pearl drop, right at the bottom of my labia.  I immediately crossed my
legs, but Alicia just smiled, then handed me a Kleenex.

   The bedroom door swung open, and in walked Alicia's Mom!

   She didn't even knock!  What's up with parents anyway?  Alicia just
smiled at her mother, and gestured to me.

   I just stood there, unsure of what to do or where to move my arms, so I
did nothing.  I tossed the used Kleenex in the little trashcan next to the
dresser.

   Her mother stopped with her arms full of Alicia's clothes, looked me up
and down with her eyes, then turned to the dresser.

   "Mom, we're going to the concert!  Erica can come too!  She just talked
to her Mom, and she said yes.  Aint that cool!"

   "Is'nt it dear, and if you say so." Her mother smiled pleasantly at her
and me.  Her mother was actually kind of pretty, in an old person sort of
way, I thought.  She must be in her mid-forties.

   And had big boobs, wearing low rider jeans?  Pretty daring, for an older
lady.

   Her arms full of underwear, she walked past me to the dresser...I could
smell fresh scent of soap on her, as she bent down to grab the drawer
handle her boob brushed my elbow as she knelt down.

   I gasped slightly at the touch.  It felt so soft.  She wasn't wearing a
bra herself!  Her Moms' nipples were swaying under her t-shirt and soft, as
opposed to my hard ones, which were dying to be tweaked.

   Her butt was presented to me as well, and her two round butt-cheeks
presented a nice sight.  "Nice?" I thought, surprised at the thought.

   Damn!  What was wrong with me?  Here I am, naked, checking out other
women, Alicia's mom at that!  And I'm horny too?

   She straightened up, looked at my naked pussy and tits in a single
glance, then my eyes, and smiled.  Maybe she was judging my development, or
lack of it.  I felt warm again.

   Compared to Alicia I did look 12 or 14.

   "Well then, Erica, you'd better get dressed, if you're going on a trip.
You certainly can't go naked, even if you are practicing to be a nudist."

   She stood beside Alicia and they both had their arms folded, like they
were waiting for me to do something.

   I looked sharply at Alicia, "Nudist!  Why I'm no..." Alicia broke in, "I
told her all about it Erica, so it's cool for you to be naked around the
house." I was stunned, because the thought of being a nudist hadn't really
occurred to me.

   I didn't think nudists got turned on by being nude.  Maybe there was
something wrong with me, 'cause I got turned on by it?

   "Alicia told me you were interested in becoming a nudist, but I thought
she was joking!"

   "I..uhm..uh..why yes.." I mumbled, looking at Alicia, who shrugged her
shoulders.

   Her Mother had never seen me nude, until now, but there'd been a few
close calls, and here I was now, standing bare-assed naked in front of her.
A nudist!  Oh good grief!  I tried to avoid eye contact and looked at my
toes.

   "Uhm, well, yes, its uhm...very comfortable Ma'am.

   Alicia got busy by grabbing my clothes up from the pile by her bed, but
she made no move to give them to me.

   Alicia's mother had a slight smile on her face, probably wondering why I
hadn't talked to her about it before, or my mother, about this nudist
thing. S**t!  What if she tells my Mom?

   The thought made me blush again, my nudity!  Me naked in front of the
family!  Strolling around naked in front of their family?  Not likely!

   "Why yes dear, what a great idea.  Don't mind Dan or my Husband.  I
already warned them you may be naked, once in a while."

   Dan was eighteen, Alicia's brother, and her Husband, Don, was a
good-looking man of forty-five.  I hope I didn't have to be naked in front
of them, even more eyes on my shaved pussy and under-developed looking
body. Judging me, checking me out.  Damn, I thought, this is getting
complicated, this naked thing.

   "I'll be downstairs girls, if you need anything," her Mom said, leaving
the room, and leaving the door open.

   Suddenly sensitive to noises of the house, I could hear some video game
and football, and voices.  Young voices.  Male and female.

   "Oh my Gawd!  What?  Someone's coming." I shot a fearful look at Alicia,
who just smiled, handing me my small pile of clothes.  Was she enjoying
this?  My embarrassment?  Some friend.

   Having me stay at her house naked all the time, then exposing me naked
to her family?  What's she up to?

   I began to put my socks on, and voices, young voices, were getting
closer.

   The bedroom door was already open, and in marched Lisa, Carrie, and
Henry!  Henry?  Oh my god!



   Part 3

   I stood up fast, looked right and left for somewhere to hide, feeling
the butterflies in my tummy, but there was nowhere, so I covered my pussy
and tits with my arms, uttering a small, choked, "hi," my little pile of
clothes forgotten in the panic.

   I stared dumbly at Lisa; Henrys' eyes were stuck on my tits, which were
hard and poking out.

   Carrie moved over to my side and put her arm around me, comfortingly,
"Ohhhhh Erica, we just cant keep clothes on you can we?" she said, smiling
at her friends.

   Alicia stood back, grabbed a pillow and tossed it to me.

   "Yeah," piped in Lisa, 'just like a little kid, easy access to that
little snatch of hers." She was frowning at me.  Put your eyes back in your
head Henry, and tell her."

   At this I turned a bright pink, while covering my important parts with
the long bed-pillow.

   "I don't need easy access to it," I mumbled meekly.

   I wish I could control these urges!  I was getting moist at all the
attention, as everyone was checking me out, and Carrie began doing a slow
backrub, from my neck to the bottom of my butt-cheeks.  She knew what she
was doing, or rather what it was doing to me.

   Henry, shaken out of his trance after a punch on the arm by Lisa, spoke
up, "Oh yeah, Alicia, I'm doing the honors as the activities chairman, but
I need a speaker for the dinner, and we'd like that to be you."

   Alicia looked stunned.  Her mind was on cute guys, not nerdy boys in
nerdy clubs.

   "But I'm not PART of YOUR club, Henry, bunch of geeks in that club,
setting around all afternoon, after class, playing with yourselves." She
said laughing.

   "Well, I need a speaker,' he said, non-plussed, 'and Lisa or Carrie wont
do it.  We want a chick to do it, okay?  Looks better on us."

   Carrie, whose hand was busy petting my butt, smiled at Lisa, nodding. 
"We have better things to do."

   Lisa smiled big, "I think our naked Princess here could handle that
Henry!"

   My eyes got big, "oh no, you cant mean me..."

   But Alicia was staring right at me, grinning.

   "NoNo, Alicia, I didn't even want to go to this thing in the first
place.

   Lisa spoke up, "all in favor of Erica being the speaker say aye!"

   Everyone raised his or her arms, saying aye!  Carrie grabbed my arm and
raised it too..oops, s**t, there went the pillow.

   Everyone's eyes were on my naked body.  I'd managed to put on one sock
before they all barged in.

   Naked again in front of everyone.  The backrub had had the desired
effect, and I was fairly wet now, the pillow that had hidden my wetness
from Henrys' drooling face, now at my feet.

   My clit had begun its journey out of the hood, sure enough, I looked
down, and my lips had begun to part, and they were very wet.  My body was
doing what my mind said not to.

   Carrie ran her thumb down hard on my lower spine, I groaned "ahhhhh."

   Taking my groan for an aye!  Carrie blurts, "Its unanimous!!  The Naked
princess, I mean Erica as speaker!"

   Lisa moved directly in front of me, pulling me by both nipples towards
her, hissed, "And don't chicken out on us, little girl," emphasizing the
word, "little." At that I cringed.  She still held my nipples, and that
hurt!

   "We have plans for a good time, and don't want anything spoiling it, got
it?" She was staring me right in the eyes.

   I just mumbled "ouch!!!..okay..i'll do it.." The after-pain from my
nipple pinch felt kinda good.  What a cruel, mean b**ch Lisa was.

   Why was she like that?  Did she hate me?  I dont remember ever crossing
her.  Maybe I'll never know.

   "Good!  Then it's all set!" Lisa kicked Henry in the ass, "C'mon Henry,
you've had your eyes full long enough.  Go on, get out of here!" She shoved
him roughly out the door.

   Henry mumbled something and left, head down.

   Alicia spoke up, "We're leaving very soon, we'll meet you two there,"
pointedly not saying anything about Henry, whom she hated for treating me
like s**t at the waterpark that one day.  She hadn't had much use for him
since then.  He was my secret crush, and had then made fun of me and my
body.

   Carrie pulled her arm away from my slender back, reached around fast and
pressed my clit, in front of everyone.  I felt both legs go out from under
me, but Lisa rushed to catch me, grabbing me under the arms before I fell.

   "Damn Princess, get a grip, willya?" She looked at me with wonder.  Mad,
to weird, then concerned in a minute, Lisa scares me sometimes.

   I just stared at her, hands uselessly dangling at my side, I had
butterflies on butterflies...and my clit was already outside the hood,
tingling.  I was half into a climax, and feeling it, weak kneed.

   I wondered gamely if all women's' clits did that, but I had nothing to
compare it to, except gym class, but I waited to shower 'til the last girl
was out, lest Lisa and her friends torment me even worse...about my tiny
tits and stripping me for no good reason!  They must just get a kick out of
it.

   Lisa moved towards the door, "bye Erica, bye Alicia.  Meet us in the
parking lot, okay?  We'll all go in together."

   Carrie turned her head back to me and blew a kiss.  "Bye Naked Erica,
thanks for the show."

   Inwardly I groaned, and we're all going to college too.  The same one.

   After a few uncomfortable moments, Alicia made eye contact.  I fidgeted,
rubbed my belly, and gave Alicia a frantic look.  My legs were crossing
like I had to pee real bad.

   "Go home and pack your stuff Erica," Alicia smiled.  "I'll be by to pick
you up in a little bit.  Here, take these, will you please put them on?"
she said, tossing me my clothes.  I hesitated.

   "No Erica, not now!  Get a move on, no masturbating before we go, no
time!  And no, I can't help you."

   She handed me my book-bag, and my clothes, in a pile with my shoes. 
"Come on Erica, if you don't want to be late leaving, I suggest you get a
move on."

   Alicia never seemed to stop studying my body.  Especially if my
pussy-lips were apart, or my butt exposed for some reason.  She watched
intently as I dressed, then gestured to the door.

   "After you, Erica." she said, as I walked out the bedroom door.

   I headed out.



   Part 4

   I was standing on the curb, and there was Alicia, grinning ear to ear.
She drove an old Toyota, and coming down the street, pulled into my
driveway, but didn't get out.  I stood there with my hands deep in my
pockets, watching her.  I was still not wanting to go to this thing.

   "I see you've got an overnight bag Erica!  Great!  Hurry up, let -(TM)s
go!" "Great outfit Erica, -(TM) she laughed, rolling her eyes at me, 
-~where -(TM)s your suitcase? -  -œI wanna go comfortable Alicia, okay? -
I said, grabbing my bag and bottle of water.

   I was wearing an old wrap-around denim skirt, a large black printed T,
with  -œAce Hardware - on it, and open toed sandals for footwear.  Under
these clothes I had plain white cotton panties and a sports bra.  It -(TM)s
what I usually wore on weekends, but today I had reasons besides comfort
for wearing them.  I got in her noisy little car.

   She yelled,  -œHere we GOOOOOO," and began backing out.

   I was praying everyone would think I -(TM)m dressed so shabby, they
-(TM)d give up on this speaking idea of theirs.  I didn -(TM)t bring any
other clothes either, on purpose, since I didn -(TM)t plan on spending
Saturday there at the hotel.  I never went out anywhere anyway, except
school, the library or the mall, and I didn't need to be dressed up for
those places, I reasoned.  And the show with this "Bo" person wasn't
anything to dress up for, and neither was the dinner.  But Alicia must have
thought so, cause she was dressed in full party clothes.  Frankie B.  blue
Jeans, pink camisole, red lame' throw and plenty of jewelry.  I raised my
eyebrows.   -œWow! - I thought, she looked older to me.  It must be the
make-up.

   I never wore any at all, it was just too much hassle.  Alicia told me I
had natural good looks, which didn -(TM)t need make-up.  Maybe she didn
-(TM)t want competition when it came to cute guys, probably, either way.  I
didn -(TM)t care to buy it, or wear it.

   We were cruising down the highway when the car started making these
funny thumping noises.   -œAlicia? - I yelled through the music she was
blasting.   -œAlicia, what -(TM)s wrong with the car? - I tapped her
shoulder and pointed at the hood.  She stopped bobbing her head for a
second, looked at me then turned the volume to her stereo down.  Her eyes
were big and round.

    -œHey!  Hey!!  What -(TM)s that, what -(TM)s that!!? - Eyebrows up,
her mouth was an open  -œO. - The engine thumped loud then quit.   -œSh*t!
- she mouthed.

   The car coasted to a stop.  I got out and stood by the side of the road,
next to the car.  Alicia climbed out, then stood by the shoulder.

    -œErica, come over here, get off the road, someone -(TM)s gonna hit ya,
- she said, pulling me by the shirtsleeve.  We were both standing off the
road, next to a ditch full of smelly water.  There was nothing for miles
around but pastures, blue skies and sun.  And a cow here and there, behind
a zillion miles of fence.  I was feeling real gloomy about this.  Alicia
looked puzzled.

    -œI just had it fixed Erica.  S**t, what -(TM)re we gonna do now? -
"We'd better call your Dad to come get us Alicia." I suggested.  She looked
horrified!  All I knew is I wanted to get away from here, the middle of
smelly nowhere.

   Alicia would have none of it.  "What?  NO Erica!  We'll miss the fun
tonight if we do that, plus my folks -(TM)ll never let me take the car
anywhere again!  They'll junk it!  I love this car." Her lower lip began to
quiver, so I tried to figure something out, someone safe to call but I
couldn't think of anything.

   "Well what can we do?  Uhm, we can't walk all the way there Alicia."

   "Well!  We can hitchhike, no one around here will mess with us.  I've
got mace in my purse," she said, patting her purse.  Besides, there -(TM)s
no one on these roads but farmers anyway."

   "Sarah will help us get my car fixed when we get there.  I'm sure she
knows lots of guys that can help us." She looked satisfied with her latest
idea.

   "Maybe you should call her to give us a ride too, huh?" I suggested. 
The hell with hitching.  I was feeling real gloomy now.  I would've called
my Dad myself to come get us, but I didn't have a cell phone.  Alicia dug
around in her purse, "I was in such a hurry I forgot it, dammit!  Oh well,
we wont be here that long Erica.  Relax, don't let this ruin our weekend,"
she said, forcing a smile.  I was scared.  Alicia and I sat on the rear
bumper and waited for a car to stick our thumbs out at.  I was getting very
bummed when Alicia nudged me in the side.  "Hey!  Ow!" "Erica!  Erica! 
Look!  a car!"

   Alicia jumped up, grabbed my arm and nearly pulled me into the road.  I
resisted her and backed up off the road.  I was more than a little nervous
thumbing.  Who knows how many perverts are out stalking the road?  What if
it's the police!  Hitching is against the law.  I backed away and tried to
duck behind the little car.

   Alicia frowned, "Erica, get back over here!  Stick out your thumb!" she
was motioning me to move closer to the road.  Instead I backed up even
more, away from the road.

   The car was heading toward us, fast!  And it wasn't slowing down.  It
was getting close when it veered towards us!  I could just see the driver
and passengers and knew they were women, blonde hair was blowing out the
driver -(TM)s window.  The big SUV braked then fishtailed right towards me!
Alicia ran up the road a little, and I backed up fast, too fast.

   Jumping backwards, I lost my balance, falling down the short slope,
landing face down in the mossy mud.  It stank!  The water had gross green
stuff on it too.

   Ignoring the girls in their car Alicia ran over to me, "Erica!  Hey! 
Are you okay?"

   I was soaked, and so were my clothes.  My hair had gobs of wet muck in
it.

   "Alicia, this s**t stinks!  Ohmygawd, help me up!" I propped myself up
on my elbows, looking around, then shaking my head, little droplets of
brown muck flying around.

   Alicia took off her pumps and stepped down gingerly to help me up.

   She extended her hand to me, and I reached up to grab it.  I was nearly
glued to the muddy ground, and every time I moved I made sucking noises!  I
tried sitting on my butt, and sticking out my arms.  She reached down and
pulled me up by my outstretched hands.

   She pulled me up hard and fast, and I felt something give.  My skirt
stayed stuck in the mud!  "Oh Sh*t!!" I looked down, I heard car doors
slam. Followed by a lot of laughing and familiar voices!

   Oh shit, "the bitch" Lisa and her friends!  There must have been six
girls in that car, Lisa -(TM)s parents car.  And Escalade.  Who else would
do such a stupid thing, I thought angrily.  She could have killed us!  I
looked down at myself, covered in muddy water and slop.

   Lisa "the bitch" and Carrie strolled over, laughing loudly, but the
others stayed inside.  The other two smiling girls leaned against their
car, sizing us, or me mostly, up.



   Part 5

   Upon hearing Lisa laughing her butt off, Alicia turned her head to look
at her, letting go of my hand.  Back I went, into the mud!  This time I
went flat on my back.  Propping myself up on both elbows, I said  -œAlicia,
please, a hand? - Lisa and Carrie strolled to the edge of the road,
looking down at me.  Lisa  -œthe bitch - sneered, "Hey!  Can we help?  Yah
need a lift somewhere?  The thrift store?  Erica?  The junkyard?  Alicia?
Buy a new car?" Laughter from the Escalade.

   Carrie, standing beside Lisa, looked me up and down and grinned.  Her
eyes wandered all over me, taking in every detail.  She spoke, "Alicia, do
you and your little friend need help?  I -(TM)ve heard mud baths are good
for your skin Erica, but errrrreally." She said, rolling her eyes.   -œWhy
is it every time I see you you're naked or nearly naked hm?" Her arms were
crossed, like waiting for an answer from me.

    -œThe Bitch - aimed a frown at me, then explained to Carrie as she
would a small child, "She's a little exhibitionist Carrie, can -(TM)t you
guess that by now?  I mean, look at her." I didn't say anything.  I was
feeling pretty crappy, and the mud was beginning to itch, in sensitive
areas.  I hoped I wouldn -(TM)t get a disease from this.  And I felt
ashamed at my body being studied yet again by Lisa and Carrie.  Alicia had
her back to me.

   I wonder what they think about when they look at my tits, I thought. 
Probably why they -(TM)re so small, will they get bigger, maybe.  Or my
pussy.  The clit that seems to be like a tiny wiener, with a mind of its
own, literally, under its hood!  Argh!  These thoughts!  I mean, here I am
lying on my back, in stinky muddy water, thinking about my body.

   Alicia turned on them both, her little fists at her hips.  She looked
angry.  "She fell in because you scared her Lisa!  Why didn't you slow
down, instead of scaring her?  Us!"

   Lisa -(TM)s eyes were big and round, pretending surprise at such a
thought.  "Aww, I wouldn't do that, would I?  Carrie?  Sheri?  Laura??  I
think our little naked Princess is just precious.  And so is that t-shirt,
I mean like, just look at her nipples!" More laughter.  The others I could
barely make out.  The girls still inside the car.  It must have been too
dirty for them to get out and look, maybe they -(TM)d get dirt on their
shoes or something.

   Lisa, growing bored already, spoke to noone in particular,  -œWe really
need to get moving, let's go. - And spun around heading back to the car.

   She wouldn -(TM)t, or would she?  She would!  "Wait!  Help me out of
here!  Alicia, help me out!  Oh, ohhhh this sh*t stinks!  OhmyGawd!  Don
-(TM)t leave me here!" I was struggling to get up.  I got up on wobbly
feet, minus my skirt.  Since my thong looked like I pooped it, I peeled it
off and held it out for Alicia to grab onto, to help me up and out of
there.

   Alicia stepped to the edge, again.  I could hear snickering coming from
the road, that B*tch Lisa, of course, laughing at me, entertaining her
friends.

   She probably hoped I never got out of there.  Carrie just stood there
staring at Alcica and I, arms still crossed.

    -œCarrie!  Don -(TM)t just stand there.  A hand, please?" Alicia looked
at me, "She -(TM)s stuck!  Oh yuck, this stinks hahaha..oop..oh, yes..okay
Carrie, grab her other hand, I -(TM)ll grab the rag...errr...thong haha."
"Oh.  hah.  huh," I said back to her.

   Lisa, now the tug-of-war coach, says,  -œokay, girls, when I say One Two
Three pull, PULL! - She started clapping!  Oh good grief, I thought.

   Carrie and Alicia each had me, and in unison, we yelled 
-œOne,Two,Three, PULL! - Out and up I slid, on my belly.  All I had to
wear was a messed up t-shirt now, covered in crud.

   "Shit." I muttered.  It was my favorite shirt too!  That's what I get
for wearing it here.  "Alicia, my shirt, I've ruined it too."

   Alicia looked me over and tried very hard not to laugh.  Instead, she
giggled,  -œUh oh Erica, hope you brought more clothes!  Well, we could
always go shopping again. - She reached over to put her arm around my
shoulder, I thought anyway, instead she grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and
in one broad motion it was over my head and on the ground!

   "There, now doesn -(TM)t that feel better Erica?  You need to get
cleaned up somehow." I was completely naked now,on display, not even my
sandals were spared from the mud.  I stood there shivering, although it
wasn't cold, my nipples were at full attention, but I was anything but
horny.  I felt gross.

   Lisa, Carrie, Sheri and Laura all came to stare at me, leaving the other
two still in the car.  Facing me, Lisa said,  -œErica, we really need to go
now, but you, well, you -(TM)re a mess, and this is a problem. - Carrie
winked at me again.  What -(TM)s with the winking, does she know something
I don -(TM)t?  Sheri and Laura were giggling to each other, whispering
behind their hands, all the while staring at me, or rather, my tits and
crotch.  They all looked so clean and fresh, in their best evening clothes.
Everyone did, except me.  I wondered what was next.

   Carrie spoke up, smiling.   -œAlicia, this muddy little girl ain -(TM)t
sitting next to me like that!  Make her get cleaned up." Lisa grinned an
evil grin.  "Oh yes, Alicia," she grinned wickedly.

   I don't want dirty little butts ruining my parents' car-seats little
girl." At this Carrie burst out laughing.   -œDirty butts?  Naww, not our
Erica.  Sexy wet butts, well yeah! - she laughed out loud, patting me on
the butt.

   My heart began to thud in my chest.  My belly felt funny, surely they
wouldn -(TM)t leave me alone out here with the broken down car.  I was
beginning to get nervous.  My hands were shaking.  Surely they wouldn't
leave me.  Alicia wouldn't.  "But, there's no shower around here!  Not even
a pond or creek!  There's nothing.  How am I supposed to get cleaned up? 
Haven -(TM)t you got a beach towel or towel or something in there?" I
looked at Alicia then Lisa.

    -œThis is my parents car Erica, get it, Parents?  Like duh, - rolling
her eyes again.  Looking at Carrie, Lisa said, "Get her cleaned up dammit,
and lets go."  -œThe bitch - threw her the car keys.  Carrie left my butt
and me alone and went to the trunk, sticking the key in.  She glanced over
her shoulder at me and laughed, "Here we go!  Time to get cleaned up
Erica!"



   Part 6

   The two softball team girls were still in the big SUV, watching a movie.
Carrie and Lisa were standing beside it.  Alicia, Sheri and Mink were still
in a half circle staring at me, my body.  Studying me!  Probably thinking
how underdeveloped I am in the breasts, or why my pubis is always smooth.

   Time kind of slowed down for a few seconds.  I didn -(TM)t know which
way to turn or where to go.  So I stayed stock still, covering my chest
with my arms.

   Looking at Lisa, who then nodded, Carrie went between the two cars, keys
in hand.  Lisa just stood there,watching.

   She reminded me of an old schoolteacher, with her arms crossed like
that, I giggled, and they -(TM)re both just as sour.  Sour apples.  Sour
grapes?

   Carrie had an ear to ear grin on her face as she opened the door hatch.
Sheri, who was very interested now, moved to join her, "ooOOoo, whatcha got
in mind

   Carrie?" she seemed very interested in what was goin on.  Carrie
shrugged, "Well?  Ask Lisa, it's her party.  We used it last night but it's
empty now, sorta."

   As Carrie opened it, I could see there was a pretty big cooler in the
back.  A huge one.  It could have fit a ten-year-old in it, maybe.  Carrie
motioned me to come to her and Lisa, whose face was expressionless.  I
meekly complied, stepping up to face them.  Naked, dirty, and deeply
embarrassed.

   Oh, I thought, What is this?  Extra clothes must be in it!  Maybe I'm
supposed to ride in this.  Would I fit?  No way.  Hide in it?  What.  What
was I thinking?  I wasn't.  I was naked, dirty, and being displayed in
front of other girls.

   I looked to Alicia, who was busy chatting with the other girls, Mink and
Sheri.  What a stupid name I thought.  Mink.  Named after fur.  Or a
rodent. A mink was a rodent, I thought, and with those god awful streaks in
her hair, she even looked like one.  Argh!  I'm not that sort of person to
be criticizing people by their appearance.  Far from it, look at me!  I'm
covered in crud!

   I was still kind of crouched down beside the Toyota so passing cars
wouldn't see me.  There was only two or three feet between the cars, Lisa
-(TM)s car being in front of Alicia -(TM)s Toyota.  Carrie shrugged her
shoulders.

   "Alright then Lisa, what's the deal with the cooler?" Sheri asked "the
Bitch" in a cheery voice.  Something was up.  My belly was warning me.

   "Just watch,' Lisa replied.  'Carrie, Sheri, if you please?" Lisa said,
pointing at the cooler.  "Move your ASSes!"

   Lisa spoke  -œCarrie, look at the time, - she said, tapping her watch
impatiently.

   Lisa spoke up, "Alicia and Mink, you two get between the cars, we don't
need anyone calling the cops on us, which they will if they see our little
naked

   mud-pie here squatting, they'll think she's taking a poop."

   Squatting?  This didn -(TM)t sound good.  Why would I be squatting. 
"Squatting?  Lisa!  What?" I croaked.  More butterflies overwhelmed me.

   What the hell do they want from me?  I -(TM)m already naked and dirty!
Where -(TM)s Alicia?  I looked behind me and she was still cracking up.  No
help there.  The two girls in the SUV were now looking over the back seats
at us, their movie temporarily forgotten.  There must be something better
to watch.  And that was me.

    -œWell Erica, uhhhm, like Carrie lost a contact somewhere over there,
- she said, pointing at a spot under the open hatch door.   -œAnd since
you -(TM)re already dirty, well, squat yer little butt down there and find
it for her.  Hurry now Erica, we ARE leaving in five. -

   I knelt down, Carrie had me by an elbow, I thought that was kind of
sweet, except she had a hand on my ass while she was helping, groping me.

   I was on all fours, trying unsuccessfully to find her contact.  I heard
rustling above my head.

   I went rigid in shock, jumped up on my knees.  "AHHHH SH***T!" I yelled
at the top of my lungs.  My God it was freezing cold!  They up-ended that
damned cooler full of cold water on me!  Lisa also had a quart water bottle
and was pouring it over my head, the mud running out, thinning, then
dripping through my shoulders to the ground.

    -œOh GAWD!  OHMYGAWD!  Argh! - my screaming startled the others.  I
must have turned three shades of white, and feeling as though I was going
to pass out.

   Alicia looked shocked, as if she didn -(TM)t know this was coming.  Mink
and Sheri just stood there, doubled over laughing and patting each other on
the back.  I could see two grinning faces above the seats inside the car,
and heard more laughing.

   Carrie became worried and was immediately at my side.  She put her arm
around me, regardless of what little dirt was left there.   -œWell shit! 
you -(TM)re okay.

   Let -(TM)s do this, she IS getting pissed. - Carrie then got busy with
the water, wiping me down with her hands.

    -œThere now, -(TM) Lisa said,  -~you -(TM)re getting rinsed off and we
-(TM)re getting the f**k out of here, before you completely ruin our plans
Erica, right?!  Alicia.  Get over here and help her rinse that sh*t off. -


    -œNo thanks Lisa, it looks like Carrie -(TM)s got that uh, covered. -
The other two girls stood leaning against the toyota, smiling and
occasionally making remarks, but I couldn -(TM)t hear them.  I squeezed my
eyes shut tight.  My nipples were so tight they hurt, and so did the
goosebumps crawling up and down my body, including my clit.

   Carrie took the rag and began to wipe me down, starting at the top of my
head, massaging my neck and shoulders and rinsing at the same time, then
dipping the rag in the cooler, she wiped my chest, back, and hips.  She
then gently worked her way down my hips, thighs and legs.  Squeezing the
excess water from the rag, she then laid it down.

    -œThere, that -(TM)s good, Erica, let us make sure your cute little
slit is clean, okay? - On her knees now, Carrie grabbed both my legs and
spread them apart, bending her head down and gazing between my legs.  She
stuck her finger in my belly button!

   I stood there, shaking, embarrassed, and compliant, like a little kid
being wiped down by their grandma.

   Shivering, I tried to cover my hard nipples, but Carrie kept pulling my
arms back down.  I was becoming excited, in spite of freezing my ass off.

   Carrie just smiled,  -œOoo Naked Princess, you -(TM)ve goose bumps!, I
wonder if the inside of your pussy gets them, huh?, your tummy sure does,
like pussy bumps?

   Let -(TM)s see, - at that point I was turning bright red.

   Lisa laughed out loud, a real hard belly laugh too.  I noticed their
eyes and all were on me.  I felt a chill run down the back of my spine! 
They were all studying me!  My god!, my pussy!, the insides! -

   She took her thumb and index finger and gently pulled my lips apart.  I
gasped, and looked down at her, she was breathing hard, her eyes sparkling.


   With her thumb and middle finger keeping my lips apart, she used her
index finger to tickle my now very excited clit.  Her other hand grabbed
onto my butt cheeks hard!  Squeezing them like fresh bread!   -œOh, uh, ah,
ah, ah ah ah ah ah!  CarrieeeeeeEEEEE! - My knees went out, and I floated
right into Carries waiting arms.



   Part 7

   Alicia and Carrie gently lifted me by the elbows and carried me to the
open door of the car.  I sat on the running board, legs open, drying out.
The two girls were standing outside of the SUV, looking me over, joining
Alicia and Carrie.

   The brunettes name was Sarah, I remembered her now.  The blonde I never
did know, but she also stood there, looking me over, with her hands on her
hips.   -œOh thank you Erica, what a great show!  The only thing missing
was some hot guys and we could've had a great show!  Well, we -(TM)ve at
least got some pictures! - Sarah had her cell-cam in her hand.  She seemed
very happy at this moment.

   Carrie spoke quietly, glaring at them both,  -œIf those pictures ever
make it to anyone we know, I will personally kill you. - They looked at
each other, the brunette pocketed the phone.  Blondie stuck her nose in the
air, then rolled her eyes and got back inside the SUV.

   Lisa added wryly, "Now that would have been something alright, Carrie
and a guy. -

   "Enough Lisa! - snapped Carrie, "you're in such a hurry to go, well, we
-(TM)re ready. -

   Mink and Sheri were ready too, waiting to get in the car, stopping to
look me over.

   "Erica, you've got the longest nipples of any girl I've ever seen."
Sheri said, studying my tits.  The blonde joined in saying, "You must have
shaved last night Erica, did you?"

   "Uhm, well, no, Alicia and I were up late studying, I didn't have a
chance. -

    -œThen it's naturally smooth?  You're seventeen Erica," she said, as if
this was a topic we needed to discuss.

   My nipples became tight again with everyone examining me like I -(TM)m a
piece of beef.  These comments were not meant to be sexy, but to me they
were.  I think I may be weird.  They were making me wet and I was becoming
warm, flushed!  I moved my hand to cup my pussy, hiding my crotch from
their view.

   "And now she plays with herself?" Sheri laughs.  "Let me see, Erica",
she laughed, pulling my hand down.  Sure enough, I was wet, my lips were
becoming full and my clit was getting bigger.  My hand went right back up!
-œNo no sweetie, let everyone see, you -(TM)re our little flasher aren
-(TM)t you? - Sheri was giggling while she pulled my hand out of the way.

   "Well her pussy is no little girls,' that's for sure, I mean, like, look
at her clit, my gawd, she must have a regular party with it that long!"
laughs the brunette again.

   Mud soaked then drenched here on a country road, stripped, shamed, then
climaxing in front of a dozen people, girls at that, it felt like everyone
-(TM)s eyes were on my body.  I was excited and ashamed at the same time.

   Lisa, her patience had run out, I guess, announced,  -œAlright, everyone
in, lets go. -

   We all got inside the Escalade, and that was it, only I was naked and
everyone else had clothes on.



   Part 8

   We made it to the Hotel.

   It was a simply designed place, very modern.  Like a big box in the
middle and a wing on each side.  There was a curious glass thing on the end
of one of the buildings, looked like a greenhouse.

   Hummm, uh, a pool probably.  Stupid lookin -(TM) place.  Red brick, long
glass windows, very Midwestern, very simple design.

   We made it to the parking lot, then pulled into the center of the hotel
complex.  The girls were getting very rowdy at this point.  No doubt the
smell in the car, coming from me, had something to do with it?

   The odors of the nasty water and my wetness hung in the air, even with
the windows open, and the smelly tree thing dancing around on the rearview
mirror.

   Lisa had the a/c on too, but that didn -(TM)t help us in the back,
really, nor my nipples either!  The goose bumps on my arms were constant! I
was hot and sticky, in all the wrong places.  I smiled to myself, a joke.

   Lisa yelled,  -œHere we are everyone!  The Raddison Hotel!  Everyone
out! - She frowned, her usual face.

   I looked around for something to cover up with, but there was nothing,
not even a hankie!  I slid over after Carrie got out, checked for wet
spots, there were none, then crawled out of the back seat.  Stepping down
to the pavement, I hid behind Carrie, holding my bottle of water in front
of my crotch.

   I started hopping around, cause the pavement was boiling!  That pavement
was hot!  I nearly ran into some shade provided by a spindly spruce in the
parking island.

   Alicia got out the other side, then came around the car to Carrie and I.
The others had left laughing and skipping without a backwards glance.

   It was Alicia, Carrie, Lisa, and me, naked.  Standing in the shade,
hidden behind Carrie, I wondered what was next.  I was worrying about
security guards, cameras, or worse, the cops!

   "We need to get your bag out of the trunk Alicia!  And I can -(TM)t go
anywhere till I -(TM)m dressed!" I looked around nervously.

   "Okay Erica, hang on," she said.  She was digging around in her purse
again.  I always wonder why she does that whenever we arrive somewhere.  We
stop, she digs.

   Lisa wrinkled her nose, "Something smells." glaring at me.  She moved
downwind, away from me.  Carrie put her arm around my neck and squeezed,
pulling me sideways so I had to hold onto her for balance.  "Oh Erica,
you're just SO, SO huggable!" she baby-talked me.

   "And such a smooth, smooth pussy, you wanna be my baby?  Baby girl?" She
was joking, I hoped.

   "Carrie!  Stop, please!  Quit goofing around.  I need something to wear!
And someone's gonna get us busted, me!" I struggled to get back behind her.


   I was imagining everyone in their rooms was watching me behind the slit
in the curtains.

   "Carrie!  Stop!" I moved her around in front of me again.  I had to
push, then guide her, all the while she's frowning, like I hurt her
feelings or something.  Playing around like that's gonna get me in trouble!
Now please chill out." I noted a trace of desperation in my voice, as
opposed to her 'ready to party voice.

   "Aw, Erica, and I had an early birthday present for you, but now, well,
you'll just haveta wait, you party pooper," she giggled, and winked at
Alicia.

   I wondered if even Lisa ever got under this girls skin.  She always
seemed to be so carefree and open.  A polar opposite of me!

   Lisa stood stoically, surveying the scene.  "Ya know, this place is
kinda small for a band, well, that Bo guy aint worth a crap anyway.  He's
lucky there's anyone showing up at all, at least we get a dinner out of
this."

   Carrie looked at me with a very, very strange look.  She turned to Lisa.


   "You don't have to be an asshole Lisa, Bo happens to be Alicias favorite
singer," Carrie said.

   "Tough shit, I dont haveta like him." Lisa sneered.  "Look, Alicia,
hurry up, get yer room keys, I don't like standing around here with Erica
being naked and all."

   I spotted the windows to the managers -(TM) office, and there were two
white faces peering out, I couldn -(TM)t make out if they were male or
female.  But upon closer look, worse, the lobby was full of old people, men
and women, who were staring at us.  My God, I must look pretty stupid,
standing here like this, hiding behind Carrie.

   I knew they could see we were up to something, those old farts, and
hiding behind Carrie was'nt much protection, but it was better than just
standing here, out in the open, proud and naked.

   I had my arms on the back of Carries' shoulders, and stood close to her.
I felt something touch my clit!  Her fingers were pressing on my clit,
sideways, and tapping it.  Carrie giggled.  "A teaser, soon to be birthday
girl."

   She swung around sideways to face me, then...

   I felt the familiar tingling spreading to my nipples.  The blush!  My
head was getting lighter and I was getting a little wobbly on my feet.

   Carrie planted a big kiss on my mouth.  I stepped back just a little,
but I didn't resist her.  I didn't know what to do so I just stood there,
naked and trembling.  Carries fingers began exploring.

   ALicia just stood back from us taking it all in.  She looked at Lisa
expectantly.

   "Oh good fuc*ing grief Carrie, we really should get going.  Alicia, go
and get yer room, we're driving around the side and parkin.  GO!" she
nearly shouted.

   Lisa crossed her arms again, and glared, but her eyes didn't look mad, I
didn'nt think.

   Oh good grief!  I'm wet again!  I felt a trickle running down my leg. 
All thoughts of being seen and hassled were now forgotten.

   "Ahh, I..I..  Alicia!  Go get a room key, please hurry!" I croaked.

   "Hurry up, dammit," Lisa began pacing around.

   "Oh alright.  I was just getting my credit card.  Thought I may have had
my phone, but I don't."

   Alicia walked away from us.  Lisa had moved in close to shield others'
eyes from me.  Carrie still hid me from the front, but anyone driving into
the parking lot would see me from the side, hiding behind Carrie, with her
hands groping.

   I feel so good, and scared!  I was hot, tingly and wet.  I needed a
shower, and above all, something to wear!

   Alicia came back out of the Office part of the building, keys in hand,
heading towards us.  Carrie let me go, or rather my pussy.  I looked up,
and suddenly the other girls were there!  In a semi-circle, surrounding me.
Where'd they come from?  My eyes must've been closed.

   Lisa had propped herself up on the Escalade.

   "Erica baby, I need to go and park now.  Come on Carrie, let -(TM)s go."
She laughed, and so did her friends.  I just now realized they were
standing there, on the other side of the car, looking at whatever. 
Whispering to each other.  Had I been dreaming?  Standing up?  No.

   Sheri came up beside us, and along with her other friend, I found myself
surrounded, but Lisa of all people, rescued me from their comments and
stares.

   "Erica, I -(TM)m going to leave, Alicia can deal with you.  Let -(TM)s
get your stuff."

   She went around the car to the back, opened the trunk again and lo!

    -œWell shit Erica, - Lisa was laughing hard, 'didn't you...what..you
forgot your stuff!?"

    -œWhat, well, yeah, but did you get Alicia -(TM)s stuff?" I said
nervously.

    -œYes, here, take it, enjoy, have fun, have a good time!" She swung it
out of the back and heaved it at me.

   I reached up and caught it, now my soaking wet crotch was full on
display.  I was blushing bad, thinking everyone probably knows I -(TM)m
horny too.  I felt like crying.  I almost did.  I held Alicia's bag close
to my body, sort of covering me, but not quite.

   Lisa, Carrie, the car and everyone was suddenly gone.  Alicia stood
facing me, I stood behind the spindly tree.  At least the lobby looked
empty from here.

   "Where -(TM)s your overnight bag Erica?" Alicia asked me, staring
curiously.

   "I didn -(TM)t take one, remember?" I said, beginning to sob.  Naked,
stranded with no ride except for that bitch Lisa.  And Carrie!  I couldn't
find words for her.

   "Well, did you ask them if they had anything you could wear for now? 
What about the dinner tonight?  What ya gonna wear to that!  You're
supposed to be speaking at it.  And ya cant naked.  Well.." she began to
giggle.  "Oop, ah, no, you can't," she put her hand to her mouth to hide a
smile.

   "It's not funny Alicia!  You know those girls wouldn -(TM)t go out of
their way for me, to help me for anything!  Especially Lisa." My lips were
trembling, I was now crying.

   Alicia came close and hugged me tight, I dropped the bag.  My feet were
getting a little tender, as I kept stepping onto the hot ashpalt.  I
stopped after a few minutes, I just felt helpless.  She broke off the hug
and eased me into a crouching position.

   "Hummmmm, Erica, let's sneak around the side of the building, you better
sort of hide between these parked cars, and I'll see if I can get you in
without being seen, ok?" She took my hand and began leading me around.

   Alicia led, and I followed, alert for anything and anyone.



   Part 9

   I half squatted, half stood between cars, frantic.  My god, it seemed
like everywhere I looked people were looking at me, but I couldn -(TM)t
really see any of the windows of the hotel.  I could hear peoples -(TM)
voices but I thought I was well hidden between the parked cars.

   I was hoping this was a dream, a bad nightmare I -(TM)d wake up from. 
How did I wind up naked and stranded here?  Lisa, of course.  But it wasn
-(TM)t a bad dream, my burning feet were telling me this.

   I stopped, and my belly felt like it was coming out my throat, I was so
nervous.  I was afraid of being caught and thrown in jail or something.

   I zigzagged between cars, constantly bumping my shins on the front ends
or rear bumpers.  Red marks were beginning to appear on my legs.  Why weren
-(TM)t there parking stops in this place?

   Some stupid pickup truck had a towing ball that nearly took my kneecap
off!   -œOww!  Ow!  Fvck fvck!  That hurt! - I thought aloud, rubbing my
bruised leg.

   I stood there a second, both hands wresting on my knees as I caught my
breath, my nakedness forgotten for the moment.  But that was about to
change.

   Massaging my right kneecap, I heard someone whistling!  More than one! I
heard some males laughing, boys -(TM) voices, and some females saying
something in the distance.  My belly sunk furthur, and the voices were
getting louder, which means, closer!  My belly told me to run, to hide, and
to get away!  I ran.

   I stood, hiding myself, or so I thought, between an Expedition and
another big truck.  No shortage of monster trucks in this part of the
country.

   I thought I -(TM)d be hidden well enough for now, but they found me
anyway.  The little group of teenagers must have looked under the big truck
and seen my feet.

   They came around the truck, with a perfect view of me.  The boys were on
one end and the girls moved over to the other, so either way, they were
going to see me naked, and block my escape.

   I could have rushed by the girls, but my legs were wobbly with fear,and
horniness, so I just stood there, frozen.  I felt the tell-tale trickle of
cum starting at my labia, heading south.

   I tried to back up a little, keeping an equal distance between the four
of them, on each side of me, my arms were out, and I backed up a little,
then burnt my butt-cheeks on the side of the Expedition.

   "Ow!  OWW!  Ohmygawd!" I jumped forwards, my little boobs bouncing,
chest out, butt red.

   My nipples, never completely soft, got harder and tight, and my crotch
was getting sloppy, fast.  Even through the damp dirt smell I could smell
me!  They were gonna check me out alright.  I felt trapped, and that was
making me excited.

   Horny?!  I didn -(TM)t even know these kids, yet exposing myself to them
was making me very horny.  I already felt as exposed as I could be!

   How could it?  How could that make me horny?  I need to think about this
whole thing, I'm really going to have to figure it out, I thought, but not
now.

   My wet crotch wanted me to stay and be teased or checked out by them, my
mind wanted me to flee to the safety of Alicia, wherever she was.

   I'm just a tiny girl, and these people were all bigger than I was.

    -œRight there Chuck, I told ya she was naked! - said an excited male
voice.

   The Talker paused, staring, wrinkling his nose,  -œWhoa, been rolling
around in pig-shit? - he aimed his insult at me.

    -œWho is she?  Who is this bitch? - asked Chuck excitedly, grinning.
He had his camera phone out, was looking at it, and me, while his two
female companions just glared at me, hips thrust out and their arms
crossed.

    -œWow!  Dunno, dude -- she looks kinda young, better not take her
picture bro -(TM), - the Talker added, frowning.

   At this my nipples popped out full, poking the air, probing for
excitement.

   Judging by the the girls hands waving across their noses, I knew they
could smell me too.  The dirt and my pussy.

    -œFVck that, - said cell-phone Chuck,  -œif she -(TM)s old enough to
flash her stuff, she -(TM)s definitely old enough.   -œ

   The Blonde girl said  -œWhat stuff?  Where -(TM)s her tits?  Her pussy
is smooth! - she looked me up and down critically, like I was a bad piece
of meat, then frowned.   -œWhat -(TM)s your name little girl? -

   At  -~little -(TM) I felt the familiar warmth creep up my neck, and my
cheeks.

   I said in a very weak voice,  -œErica. - I stared at her eyes, hoping
to get warning if I was going to get tackled.

    -œWell, now, embarrassed and naked Erica, are you hurt?  Why are you
naked, and smell like shit? - Blonde girl had her hands on her hips,
glaring.  She knew I wasn -(TM)t hurt.

    -œI --I was kicked out of the car by my friends, they left me like
this, - I started giggling, a nervous reaction I guess.

    -œWhat the fVck you laughing at?  You dumbass naked cow! - Bleach
blonde began raising her voice.

    -œUh oh, - I thought.  I better get the hell away!

   She looked hard, this one.  Her friend Bleach Blondie and Budweiser
Girl.

   I couldn -(TM)t stop smiling at my little joke.

   The other Blondie came towards me a little, leaned in and took a close
look at my pussy.  I backed up, thinking I was going to get hit.  I stood
motionless, I didn -(TM)t want them rushing me, jumping me.

   Cell phone Chuck said  -œLeave her alone Mary, maybe she really is
messed up, -(TM)  -œHey, ah, Erica, you drunk or stoned or something, huh?
- He moved in closer.

   Mary and her bleach blonde friend leaned in close, waving their hands at
my pussy, looking for something.  I knew what, after a moment.

    -œWell, she shaves, she -(TM)s got a few shaving bumps, but look!'
cried Bleach Blondie,'C -(TM)mere Mary, look at that clit!

   My gawd!  It -(TM)s huge!  And, and she -(TM)s horny!  EEEwwwww! - She
backed up, frowning.

   Her index finger was about one inch away from it, pointing out for the
others this miracle clit she -(TM)d discovered.

    -œYeah, look, look, right there it is! - Chuck said, pointing his
cell-phone right at me, at my clit, and I could feel it pulsing with each
rapid heartbeat, poking out of its hood.

    -œWhatta slut!  Is my boyfriend making you horny, bitch? - exclaimed
Budweiser Girl.

    -œBitch! - hissed her friend.   -œLet -(TM)s kick her skinny little
ass Mary! - the two blondes looked ready, and kind of pissed, although
their eyes never seemed to leave my pussy.

   No help from the guys, they just stood and waited, probably hoping I
-(TM)d get the shit beat out of me, so they could see my gaping wet puss
lips and butthole as their girlfriends beat me up.

   All four faces were leaning in close to look at my pussy, mouths hanging
open.  I just stood there, not moving, letting them examine my now swollen
pussy.

   I about fell down, the blood seemed to be rushing from my head, but not
from embarrassment.

   I was horny at being displayed, I was getting dizzy.  I was horny all
right.  But by being insulted?  Examined?  Stared at?  "Not now," I
thought, sort it out later.

   All this took place in a matter of a few short minutes, but it seemed
longer.  I was going to have to  -œhandle - this horniness soon.  My
nipples were beginning to hurt.  Maybe when I'm excited like this time
somehow works different, well, at least to me anyway.

   Appearing out of nowhere I heard a mans voice shouting,  -œHEY, what are
you kids doing to her? - The owner of the monster truck!  He came around
behind the two boys, and with a whoop they all ran away, laughing, the
girls taunting me, why they shot me the bird I don -(TM)t know.  I couldn
-(TM)t help being naked!  If I -(TM)d had clothes or some thing I wouldn
-(TM)t be naked!  Without looking back I tore off out of there, away from
the Truck mans voice.



   Part 10

   Throwing aside caution, I ran towards the end of the building, where I
spotted Alicia, grinning and beckoning me with her arm in a  -~come here
-(TM) motion.  If people out here think I -(TM)m streaking, well, they'd
just have to.

   That loud man had drawn attention to me, even if he did save my bare
butt from those creeps, he still created more onlookers!  Damnit!

   People seemed to be popping up out of nowhere for a look.

   Running more to get away from the voices and people behind me...I jogged
towards Alicia.  She was standing stock still, arms folded, tapping her
foot in an exaggerated way.

    -œTook ya long enough Erica, - she said through an exagerrated yawn.

   I panted, out of breath,  -œI wanted to make sure the coast was clear,
where WERE you? - Her face fell.  She must -(TM)ve thought I was yelling
at her.

   She had her hand holding the door open, but her body was outside the
door, facing me.

    -œWell, okay, Erica, if you want to be that way about it then, fine. 
You can follow me if you want to get cleaned up and not stink, or stay out
here and show off to your audience, - she gestured towards the parking lot
which was now a small crowd.

    -œHurry Alicia, -(TM) I croaked,  -~let me inside!  I'm sorry I raised
my voice!  Let me in, please! - I begged.

   Without a word she turned and opened the door for me to go in first.  I
noticed she didn -(TM)t have anything for me to wear either.

   I was wide eyed, she wouldn -(TM)t allow me to follow behind her?  I was
suspicious, this was a long, long hall.  Anyone could come popping out of
those doors.  She knows someone might , yet she wants me in front.

   May be she was still mad at me for supposedly yelling at her.  Maybe
this is payback, exposing me in front of guests here.

   I could barely make anything out, i was sun blinded for a few minutes,
Not even sunglasses to hide my naked eyes, I thought glumly.

   There were doors across from each other, all the way down the hall, with
grey carpeting that didn -(TM)t feel good to my feet at all, as they were
sensitive to anything now, and felt funny, almost not feeling.

   What was most weird was my pussy clenched at the sudden drop in
temperature.  My nipples still strained for some pinching, begging for that
little electric jolt, the one that runs straight to my clit, but no relief
was in sight.  Stress horny!  Is there such a thing?  Why do I think about
this cr*p when i'm naked and scared!  I had to pee too.

   The outer doors slammed shut behind me.  That was the end of the show I
was giving everyone outside, even though there were a bunch of dumb
grinning kids with their tongues glued to the glass, they couldn -(TM)t see
me cause Alicia was now behind me, looking at whatever she was looking at.
My best friend, checking out my butt as i walked?

    -œErica, you -(TM)re walking funny.  Are you alright?  Here, you follow
me, I don -(TM)t want any cameras seeing you, or other people, - she
looked concerned.

   Oh!  What a weird thought.  Someone concerned about the way I felt, I
was stinking, dirty, I needed a bath, clean clothes, and my feet were
feeling strange.  I was fine.  I figured it was better to just let it all
go than argue, we -(TM)re best friends anyway.  I followed Alicia now,
close behind her.

   Looking at her butt, watching her cheeks bounce, -œI'm okay Alicia, can
we please, please get to the room.  You did get a room key didn -(TM)t you?
-

   Smiling at me over her shoulder,  -œYes Silly, Karen had it all set. 
She even got her boyfriend to get my car!  And fix it!  No one has to know
anything now!   - She was so proud of herself she was almost skipping.  I
just wish she -(TM)d grabbed a towel or something from the room before she
came out to get me.

   I didn -(TM)t think I was hot for her, or any other girl, for that
matter.  Watching her butt cheeks bounce as she walked was making me wet
again.  Alicia was a young woman now, as was I, but I didn -(TM)t look like
it.  I looked like a fifteen year old, with barely any boobs, yet wide hips
with a very strange appearing clit, that pokes out by itself, and nipples
that seemed unusually long, at least to me...but some young men liked them
that long, Alicia had told me that one night.  Come to think of it, I
-(TM)ve heard good comments from the remarks made to me at school, when I
was stripped naked at school, anyway.

   At least I had that going for me!  My parents weren -(TM)t rich like
Lisa -(TM)s, and I wasn -(TM)t sexy or anything like Alicia or Carrie. 
Carrie had her big boobs and pretty hair and Alicia with her near perfect
body and pretty face.

   Thinking about all this stuff, while petrified of being caught, was
making me hornier, even though I smelled like woman -(TM)s sweat and that
damned creek, or sewer!  I hope I don -(TM)t get sick from that stuff.

    -œKeep moving Erica!  Keep going, - insisted Alicia, as we walked
further and further down the hall.

   I heard voices from each door as we passed, as if there was a big
speaker in there, men and women -(TM)s voices from both sides of the hall
were muted, and it sounded like --teaching.  Some sort of conference?  My
anxiety level was rising, thudding in my chest told me that, and my pussy
begun to throb too.  My labia must be sloppy by now!  I imagined I could
hear the squishing as I walked.

   I didn -(TM)t have time to think about that very long, because sure
enough, near the end of the hall, one of those doors opened, I heard a lot
of clapping and out of the door popped a few older women and some younger
ones, wearing some sort of uniform, fussing around a table on wheels. 
There was a bunch of dirty dishes and such on it, and hiding the table
itself was a big tablecloth.  The young ones went back inside the room. 
Servers, I thought.

    -œPush, push! - The older woman crowed. -There!  Over the damned
threshold, stupid.  No!  Watch it! - She had her hands clutched firmly on
the handles of the table.  The other woman looked like she was trying to
steady a large drink bowl and a stack of coffee cups and junk, all ready to
fall off, it looked like.

   I got right behind Alicia, our bodies so close as to be touching her
back with my nipples.  I put my hands on her shoulders to help steady me,
and she whispered,  -œJust keep walking Erica, pretend they aren -(TM)t
there. - Easy for her to say, she -(TM)s not the one who -(TM)s naked!  I
just mumbled a weak and breathy "okay.".

   The plastic bowl, little cups and utensils all spilled off the cart onto
the floor with a little crash.  The two women stood away for a second, to
survey the mess on the floor.

   Alicia moved to the wall, slowing her pace, me clinging to her back,
trying to get around the women and the mess they -(TM)d made.

   I felt more open and exposed than before, with my wet pussy.  and wanted
to cover up, so I hid what I could with my hands, since I didn -(TM)t have
shoes even.

    -œHey honey, are you okay? - The younger looking lady looked me up and
down.

   Alicia immediately stepped in.   -œOh yes, we were just wrestling a
little by the pool and she broke her suit! - Alicia smiled sweetly at the
woman, she just stared at me, or rather my eyes, then my tits.  The other
older womans -(TM) mouth fell to her chest, and stayed that way.  Gross. 
And I thought I looked bad.

   The younger woman was frowning.   -œSure sister, sure.  How the hell do
you 'break' a swim suit?  What you two really been up to huh? - She then
smiled at us both.

    -œSome sort of school prank?  A bet?  She lost eh? - She slowly took
my nakedness in, lingering on my tits, then lower, her eyes widened.

    -œLook at that girls clit Jane, - her eyes then bugged out,I could
swear she was squealing.  Sure enough, being inspected was making me horny,
again!

   Jane, the older one, looked worried,  -œWhat -(TM)s wrong with you?  Do
you need a Doctor child? - she looked genuinely concerned.

   I was speechless at being horny yet again for weird reasons, at least
they seemed weird.

   Alicia grabbed my hand and tugged it, and me, away from the new hotel
employee fan club I had.  She -(TM)d grabbed my right hand, bringing it
across my crotch and brushing my clit in the process.

   I mumbled to the older woman, yes ma -(TM)am, I'm ah!  Oh..Ohhkay! - I
breathed heavily.

    -œErica, come ON! - Alicia yanked me sideways and off we went, leaving
the two women behind us looking very surprised.

    -œErica, we must get to our room fast!  Before you get us in trouble!
- she said with urgency, she really was in a hurry too.

   We made it to the end of the hall with no more incidents, leaving behind
the older woman to fuss at the other, I overheard something about getting
their butts in gear and to quit staring at that childs ass.

    -œErica, did you know you were playing with your pussy when those women
were checking you out? - Alicia asked,smiling over her shoulder at me.

   Alicia had mentioned to me once, at one of my many sleepovers at her
house that I masturbated in my sleep.I didn -(TM)t realize I -(TM)d been
doing that in my sleep until she told me.  My nipples felt sensitive upon
waking sometimes, playing with them a little bit in my sleep too, I guess.
My panties being soaked I just figured was nature or something.

   I was being checked out by her in my sleep?  Wait a minute!  Then it was
the same with Lisa and Carrie too.  They -(TM)ve watched me sleep too!  It
dawned on me, the thought of Carries -(TM) naked body under her thin
nightgown, nipples round and nicely tipped, breasts full, lips glossed and
full, like I imagined her pussy to be, glossed and full, dripping like mine
does --

    -œErica, what are you doing?  Stop that!  Not now!  Not here, sh*t! -
she turned around quickly but it was too late.  She had one of my hands, my
other went for my tits.  I now took her hand and pressed it into my clit,
hard.  Moving it side to side then up and down with her middle knuckle was
all it took.  I -(TM)d been ready for a while now, and I looked at her
frantically, I -(TM)d imagined.  She looked shocked but didn't try to pull
away, if anything, she seemed kind of fascinated.

   I pressed my crotch firmly into her fist and rubbed once, twice, hard. 
-œOOOOhhhhhh, - My free hand pinched my nipple and twisted hard, and I
arched backwards with another spasm of sheer joy!  Ahhhhhh Gawwwddddd
UHHmmmmmmm.. - I moaned as I twisted, one naked leg going up luxuriously
over my other leg, my free hand still pinching and rubbing my nipples and
clit.

   I released her hand and she grabbed my shoulder, I looked in her eyes
and she seemed sheepish, maybe even embarrassed by my orgasm.  She was
breathing funny though, slowly, heavy.  I was weak in the knees, my pussy
was still clenching inside, spasming, and juices leaking down my thighs,
leaving clean streaks amid the dirt.

   My face burned, a full body blush heading up then down, my body being so
pale I blushed like a pale red rose at midday.

   Alicia took both my hands and draped them over her shoulders, turning
around yet again.   -œYou done? - she said quietly.  She still seemed
embarrassed.  She raised her voice a little.   -œAre you oHkAY Erica?  We
really need to get moving.  We -(TM)re lucky there -(TM)s noone around,
since we missed the lunch crowd and caterers, we need to get to our room.
Lisa and Carrie will be by the pool, waiting for us.  So will some others,
probably. -

   I sputtered,  -œOthers?  Everyone we know is here tonight from school.
If they see me like this --? - I was very nervous, and must have looked it
too, chewing on my lower lip.

    -œSo what Erica, - she stopped and looked at me.

    -œSo what? - I stammered.

    -œYou -(TM)re going to junior college first?  Or what?  Whether a four
year or not, you -(TM)ll never see most of these geeks again.  The rest
will stay in that crappy little town we live in, and that -(TM)s that. -

    -œYeah, - I mumbled, but I thought privately, If I don -(TM)t get
thrown in jail first.

   Inside, my odor was getting stronger.  Okay, now Erica, if you stand
close behind me, no one in the pool will see that you -(TM)re naked, ok? 
If Lisa and Carrie are there, they'll help us, and their friends.  Karen
-(TM)s around somewhere too, and she -(TM)s the boss here, so we should be
okay. -

   I took a deep breath.   -œLisa?  Help me? - I said a little too loud.
No one popped their heads out from the lobby.  Lucky me.

   Pool?  Oh no!  And I was still no closer to peeing.



   Part 11

    -œJust a minute there!  You two.  Ladies, stop!  Stop right there! -
shouted a female voice.  A big woman approached Alicia and me, blocking the
hallway, and our exit to the pool.

   Alicia froze.   -œOh, no, - She said to the woman,  -œwe have to get
her to our room.  No time to stop, - and Alicia made to brush by her, but
the big woman blocked our way.

   Alicia made to side step her and was again blocked.  I took my arms off
Alicia -(TM)s back now, and let them hang by my sides, feeling defeated.  I
just stared at the woman, and she stared back, at my tits.

   Busted, I thought.  My parents will be crushed.  And my Grandma, what
will she think?  She -(TM)ll be crushed too!  Maybe have a heart attack or
something, when she hears I'm thrown in jail for being naked in public.

   The Woman was wearing a green polo with the hotels -(TM) logo on it, and
a badge had her name  -œBillie - on it.  She grabbed my elbow, pinched
hard between her thumb and forefinger.

    -œCome with me.  You.  And yes, you too, naked kid! - I meekly
followed along.  Alicia looked pissed, but remained silent.  We were going
the opposite way of the double doors to the pool.

   I kinda waddled my way on the sides of my feet.  I was afraid to look at
them.

    -œLadies, we should go this way, - she said, firmly guiding Alicia and
I towards the Managers office a few feet away.

   Alicia spoke up,  -œWe -(TM)re friends of the assistant manager here,
Her name's Karen.  You know?  Long brown hair?  We have a room here and
everything. -

    -œOh yes, Karen, uh huh, and did you know, anyone can say anything, if
they -(TM)re in trouble, - she sneered back.

   Billie spoke to Alicia first.   -œAnd who might this dirty child be,
hanging on your back.  Are you giving piggyback rides today young lady? 
Huh?" she said to Alicia.  She then reached in her pocket and pulled a
small radio back out, and then spoke into it.

    -œJohnny, call Karen to the Office, please.  We have a situation here.
- I wondered nervously who Johnny was.

    -œOkay, sit down, and lets wait till Karen gets here. - She motioned
towards the leather chairs.  I moved towards one next to Alicia.  My friend
sat down and I was about to sit too, still hiding my shaved pussy from this
woman.

    -œNo!  Not you, little missy, - She frowned at me,  -œthose chairs
cost a fortune, and I don -(TM)t want you getting them filthy. - Humbled,
I just stood in front of her desk with my arms covering my bald pussy,
feeling the embarassment creep up my neck as a warm blush.  I stared at the
carpet, because if I made eye contact with her I knew she'd be staring at
my tits.  The boys are bad enough, but this, this is humiliating!

   Alicia glanced sideways at me, did I catch a smirk?  I raised my eyebrow
at her and she just shrugged.  I brought an arm to cover my boobs, hiding
the nipples effectively, but exposing my shave job in the process.

   Easy for Alicia think this is funny, she -(TM)s not nude and nasty,
about to get busted, and worse, there were no clothes or anything to cover
up with in here.  Not even a newspaper!  Plus I gotta pee!  Bad!

   Billie was herself seated at the smaller of the two desks.  I took the
room in at a glance.  Very spartan.  I could see the parking lot clearly
through the large glass windows.  Two desks with computers on it, and the
two comfortable armchairs were set in front of the desk, and a long sofa
was behind us, against the wall.  No wall hangings, no nothing, except us.

   I stood naked and helpless in front of this strange woman, unsure of
what was coming next.

   I took in this woman named Billie.  Oh my, she was a woman, I think.

   What an ugly hairdo she wore, I thought, cut short like a boys, and
slicked back with some sort of goop.  Come to think of it, she was wearing
mens slacks and mans -(TM) belt too.  Even her shoes looked like guys
shoes. I couldn -(TM)t tell if she had tits or not, under that large polo,
but if she did have any, they were flatter than mine.  Hummm.  This woman,
was grossing me out.

    -œOkay girls, lets see your room key. - She held out her hand to
Alicia, who began rummaging through her little clutch purse.  She handed
the key to Billie.

    -œDon -(TM)t worry missy, I know you aint got it, - she said, leering
at my bald pussy, there -(TM)s only one place you could put a key, but I
don -(TM)t think you got it there. - She ventured a smile at her little
joke, the b*tch.

   There was silence while she typed something in her computer, opened a
desk drawer and pulled out a folder, with some paperwork in it.

   Looking up from the room application, she said, "Alright then, Alicia.
What say we cut to the chase then, what's really going on here hm?" SHe
looked at Alicia then me, then back to Alicia.

   Alicia tried explaining,  -œBut we only just got here.  We were going to
go to our room and get something for her.   -

   Still looking at the floor, I spoke quietly,  -œI'm sorry, Ma -(TM)am, I
had a swimming suit accident.  It ahh, fell off while I was swimming.  We
weren't swimming here. -

    -œYou better not have been swimming here!  Here she is, naked, and I
certainly don -(TM)t remember you two coming through the front door. -

   Billie stood up, pointing at me.   -œFlashing, streaking, whatever you
want to call it, being naked in public will get you both busted! - she
declared.

   The woman got up, then proceeded to walk around us both, slowly, looking
us up and down.

   Leaving Alicia she came to face me.  I looked up, as this woman was a
head taller than I.

   Hands on both her hips, she glared at me,  -œHow -(TM)d this kid get so
dirty, anyway? - She asked Alicia.  I could feel her beady eyes on me.

   Alicia had had enough, "We said we didn't swim here, what do you think
we did, roll her around in the dirt afterwards?"

   Alicia made for the door but the big woman got beside it.  "I wouldn't
if I were you.  Just stay put a minute."

   I couldn -(TM)t make eye contact.  Billie went back to her desk, and
then sat down.  I stayed where I was, mindful of the phone on the desk.  I
was hoping she wouldn -(TM)t call anyone.

   Alicia continued,  -œWe were swimming at a pond on the way here, it was
so damned hot.  Erica -(TM)s suit fell off and we couldn -(TM)t find it,
then Erica didn -(TM)t want to ruin the car upholstery, so she stayed
naked. -

   Billie's eyebrows rose a bit, then laughed.

    -œAlright, Ms --Alicia is it?  Okay. - She looked up from her
computer. Your paperwork is all right here, but it says this Erica kid is
fifteen.  Is that right? - she looked me over again, this time not trying
to hide the direction of her gaze.  My pussy, tits, face, her eyes resting
on my pussy again.

   People need to understand I have eyes too.  Why do the guys and women
talk to my tits.  Maybe 'cause they're out there with nothing hiding them?
Well, they stare at them when I have clothes on too.  Must be my nipples,
poking through the bra.

   I sputtered,  -œBut I -(TM)m not a kid, I -(TM)m eighte -- - before
Alicia cut me off.

    -œYes, that -(TM)s right!  Fifteen! - Alicia glanced at me, smiled and
winked.

   The big woman continued,  -œAlright, well kids aren -(TM)t supposed to
be naked around here.  Don -(TM)t you know there are all kinds of perverts
out there?  You need to get her dressed right away, before someone comes in
here and complains, or she gets attacked, got it? - She was frowning at
Alicia during this mini-lecture.  Alicia looked kinda bored with the whole
thing.

   Karen chose that moment to walk in.  She was dressed for business in a
nice, knee length black skirt, white blouse and black blazer with the
hotels' logo embroidered on the breast pocket.  Black pumps and hose
rounded her out.

   Seeing her dressed up so lady..well, businesslike, I felt even more
naked than before, with only dirt to hide me.

   Feeling the cool breeze of the air conditioners blow through my damp
thighs and across my shoulders and chest made me feel very nude, and
unprotected.

   Karen looked a little older than when I saw her at the Mall, certainly
better.  Like an adult!  She streaked her hair beautifully.  And that
makeup!  She was model pretty.  I was jealous.  I briefly wondered what she
looked like naked.

    -œWell well well Billie, what have we here? - she chirped, smiling at
me.  Her eyes did a slow dance over my dirty nude body, then she looked
away.

    -œA couple of silly girls up to no good, Karen, probably some sort of
graduation prank, but they got this kid involved, who knows what nonsense
is going on. -

   Billie had stood up when Karen had walked in the room.

   Karen said to Alicia,  -œYou -(TM)d better get this girl to your room,
before there -(TM)s trouble, and try not to get caught, ok? - Karen smiled
at me, looking amused.

    -œWe -(TM)re out of here Karen, and thanks. -

    -œAlright, better hide her, or get her some clothes, something,
alright? I -(TM)ll catch up to you. -

    -œBe right back Billie, I -(TM)ll tell you all about it, - Karen said
to Billie over her shoulder and walked out right behind us.

   We left the office and slid into the hallway, leaving the strange Billie
by herself.

   Alicia said to me,  -œWe -(TM)re gone. - She took my hand and quickly
led me out, but then Karen was right behind us.

    -œAlicia, jeezuz, what happened," Karen sounded angry,"Are you both
trying to get me in trouble?  Get her out of here! -

   Alicia spoke calmly,"We were on our way to the room, until that Billie
lady stopped us. -

    -œYeah?  Well, you -(TM)re gonna have to go through the pool to get
there, or walk all the way around, and you cant do that!  Because there
-(TM)s open windows all over the damned place, not to mention banquet rooms
being full, and used! - Karen looked us both over.

    -œYou, dear, may have a problem. - She'd seemed angry but now looked
more concerned.  "Are you okay Erica?  Did those girls hurt you somehow?"

   I just shook my head "no."

    -œI just.. - I blurted, "I gotta pee!  Bad! - My knees were crossing
now and I did a side stepping dance trying to hold it in!

   Alicia just laughed, along with Karen.

   "Get moving you two." then spanked me on the ass, a hard slap!

   Why that b*tch!  Does she really think I'm a kid?  Godammit that stung!



   Part 12

    -œAlicia, - I pleaded, I just can -(TM)t do it!  Go alone, if you have
to.  Go get me a towel or something then come back. -

   My heart sank as I realized there was nowhere to hide, especially here.
The toilets were outside the gates, near the opposite entrance where I
wanted to be.

   I saw a whole lot of people, tanning, some playing cards, drinking.  The
guys were fooling around trying to get the girls wet, some older kids
splashing at one another.

   Everyone seemed pretty happy, and it looked like fun, except to me.  My
head felt like it was going to float off my body, my clit was engorged, and
nipples were tingling at the thought.  I was naked!

    -œDon -(TM)t be silly Erica, they -(TM)re all looking at other stuff,
partying, and way too busy to pay any attention to you at all. - She
surveyed the scene.   -œEveryone -(TM)s partying, now chill out, and lets
have some fun. - Alicia faced me, then looked beside me, startled.  
-œCarrie! -

   Carrie appeared literally out of nowhere.  She stood behind me, smiling.
 -œNice suit Sweetie, mmm, I love it.  Skin.  Ah, a naked dirt swimsuit,
it's definately you Erica, - she giggled.  She came around to face me,
hand on hips, looking me up and down, studying me,  -œOh yes sweetie, it
-(TM)s very  -œyou. -

   I couldn -(TM)t take my eyes off her stomach, at the slope leading down
to her pussy.  I could see the fine red hairs off her abdomen in the
sunlight.  She was having an effect on me, and she knew it.  My crotch was
wet now, with the exposure and all these people around.

   Yet I was frozen to the spot.

   Carrie was wearing a very skimpy string bikini, which left nothing to
the imagination.  Looking nervously at the pool, I grabbed Carries -(TM)
arm and squeezed.   -œYou -(TM)ve go to get me something to cover up with
Carrie, I -(TM)m going to get in big trouble!" I gripped her arm with both
my hands, feeling a little frantic.

   Carrie leaned in close, whispering in my ear,  -œSweetie, if we just
walk slowly like everything -(TM)s cool there won -(TM)t be a problem,
okay? Here, take Alicia -(TM)s purse and hold it to your side, and press
close to me, then no one can see your tits poking out the sides, they
-(TM)re not big enough to.  They -(TM)ll think you -(TM)re wearing a
bikini. -

   "No, but I have long nipples," I thought defensively, but said nothing.

   Alicia entered through the gates first, followed by Carrie and I.  We
moved almost side by side, Alicia in front, but to anyone who happened to
notice I was definitely naked.  And scanning the pool area where Lisa and
some of my classmates were, they knew it for sure!  Lisa!

   Lisa, her friends and others were looking at us, and many were either
smiling or laughing.  A few girls pointed.  A few whistles punctuated the
air, but no one else seemed to notice.

    -œOkay now, follow my lead, - Carrie whispered.

   The guy lifeguard had an Ipod plugged into his ear.  He wasn -(TM)t
watching sh*t!  But the female guard, she was watching us.  I couldn -(TM)t
see behind her sunglasses but her head was aimed right at me, smiling.  
-œUh oh, I thought, here -(TM)s trouble. -

   Down she came, off her perch, and headed towards us.   -œExcuse me Miss!
Miss, please, ladies, stop there please! -

   Carrie and I stopped, but Alicia kept walking, ignoring the woman, and
leaving me exposed to her!  Now the woman could see me naked, all of me! 
And Alicia walked right past her!

   This lady didn -(TM)t even look over twenty, and she looked pretty hot
too, with a visor cap and pink two-piece suit.  Her tan was well developed.
She was hot, and I found myself comparing my white, underdeveloped body to
hers.

   She looked me over, slowly, from the top of my head, stopping at my
eyes, then my chest, and she leaned in even closer!

   Inspecting my crotch, her eyes widened but she said nothing.

    -œHey, are -(TM)nt little kids supposed to use the kiddies pool! -
Lisa shouted at the top of her lungs at us, now that got the attention I
didn -(TM)t want.

   Everywhere I looked, people were staring at me.  I couldn -(TM)t
understand why some girls were giving me dirty looks.  The guys were pretty
predictable, grinning, leering, and cheering.

   But the women, some looked stunned, and angry, but a few were smiling at
me.  I knew they were looking at my body, which still looked fifteen.  I
didn -(TM)t know whether to run away or just sit down on the deck.  My legs
felt like sitting,like water, and I was blushing so hard I felt like I had
a fever!

   Just about everyone was staring, as the lifeguard took in the situation.


   Carrie broke the silence,  -œWe were heading towards the shower, I mean,
before we go swimming, ya know?  This is my younger sister, Erica. -

   My sister!  What?  Why is it every time wind up getting stripped I
-(TM)m everyone -(TM)s sister, little sister or younger sister?  I was
shaken out of my thoughts as the pretty guard spoke to me.

    -œJeez kid, you okay? - She looked amused and confused at the same
time.

    -œI think I -(TM)ll escort you two to the shower first, then you better
get over to the kiddie pool.

   "You -(TM)re a little old to be running around here naked," she said,
while ogling my tits, and hairless pussy.

   I was instantly relieved, thinking now she -(TM)d kick us out of here
and end this ordeal, but no.

    -œBut as long as your sister -(TM)s with you, you should be alright
here. - She said, raising her eyebrow, smiling.

   Carrie looked at me and I her, she made a kissing noise at me.

   Carrie took my arm, guiding me to the showers, dead ahead, following the
guards -(TM) lead.

   I stumbled along, with Carrie still kind of shielding me from the side.
I knew it was hopeless at that point.  Here I am, naked in front of
everyone in this pool.

   All this attention to my body was making me excited.  My clit was
swelled up to the point it was poking out again, no doubt what the
life-guard had been studying.



   Part 13

   A young couple had wandered by, the boy blurting out ,  -œWow!  wow Wow!
That girl is naked! - The girl stared me down, giving me dirty looks. 
After slugging him in the arm, she pushed him ahead, both moving away.

   By now most of the people in the pool, the men, women, and the families,
had stopped what they were doing to stare at me, the naked girl.  I was so
embarrassed so bad I was gonna pee my pants, if I was wearing any, that is.
But my feet hurt.  And I was tingling from my nipples to my clit.

   Something tickled my inner thigh.  I stopped to glance down and there
was a small sticky pearl running down my leg.

   Carrie followed my gaze, and at that moment reached around and put her
finger in it!  She brought her finger to her nose, sniffing  -œMmm sweet
Erica, this IS sweet, at least you -(TM)re clean inside huh? -

   She proceeded to burst out laughing.   -œC -(TM)mon Erica, I know you
love it, you say you don -(TM)t, but then explain this, - Then stuck her
finger in MY nose so I smelled it!  I was more confused in my embarrassment
than ever!  By her!

    -œOh good grief Carrie, In front of all these people?  Please, I need
to get to that shower. -

   My face was hot, with excitement, or shame, I don -(TM)t know.  I didn
-(TM)t have time to dwell on any of that, cause here came Lisa.

   As Lisa and her friends moved toward us, I noticed a door on the side of
the building that opened up to the pool from the managers -(TM) office.

   Funny I hadn -(TM)t noticed that before.  Maybe cause I didn -(TM)t see
anywhere to hide over there.  There was simply too much going on at once,
especially with my body!

   That -(TM)s why the Managers -(TM) office was so close to the double
doors, I imagined.  Karen had a perfect view of everything.  Including me,
and the commotion I was causing.

   Carrie could -(TM)nt have been more proud of me.  The way she had her
arm around me with her elbow pressed in my back made my tits poke out more
than they normally would be.

   She guided me towards our goal, with Alicia in the lead.  Carrie seemed
to be parading me around!  I was confused.

    -œCarrie look!  Over there, at the door! - I pointed.

    -œKaren?  Oh yeah, Karen, the mall chick, yeah, where? - She turned
her head.I saw others at the door too.  A lot of others, smartly dressed
people in suits!  And they were coming out too!

   At just that moment, some idiot did a cannonball, splashing Alicia,
soaking her.  She took off at a sprint, leaving me naked for everyone ahead
of us to ogle.  And for some reason, I grew hornier, so horny it hurt,
almost.

   I bolted towards the nearest cover, the showers.  Carrie was right
behind me.

   There was a small divider between the two stalls, and I ducked inside.
About that time hot pokers were being driven into the soles of my feet.  My
legs gave out and I started to slide down off the wall.

    -œAh!  Ah!  Carrie, my feet! - I nearly cried.

   Carrie had helped me sit down, so I didn -(TM)t really fall down.  But
my feet were literally on fire now.  The pain had knocked me on my butt.

   The pretty guard returned, looked me over, her mouth a round  -œO. -
She seemed frozen in place.  I realized why.  I -(TM)d held my pee in so
long I didn -(TM)t feel it start.  I was frantic, not wanting anyone to see
this very intimate act, especially boys, or anyone else really.

   I could hold it no longer, and out it gushed, a hot yellow stream in
nearly a straight line.  I had to go so bad it bounced off the wall and
pooled at my feet, making them burn even worse!

   Carrie allowed me to get my business done without trouble.  I finished.
Seeing the faces of total strangers watching me do my most intimate
business was too much, I started crying.

   I -(TM)d finally reached that point.

    -œErica, it -(TM)s okay sweetie, really, it is.  It -(TM)s okay
sweetie, - Carrie just held me as I sobbed, hugging my back, arms wrapped
around my neck, her head next to mine.  She left my breasts alone.  In
fact, her arms covered them.

   The onlookers didn -(TM)t seem to mind the show, or me crying either. 
Someone put their big toe in the crack of my butt.

   The girls gave me curious looks, but the boys!  They were pointing and
laughing at me.  A very large crowd surrounded me in the shower stall.  I
just wanted to crawl up inside myself, they all saw me pee!  I was utterly
humiliated.

   Lisa and her crowd made their appearance, standing tall over everyone.
Lisa had a commanding presence, that -(TM)s a fact, as did her cheerleader
friends.

   She was stunning.



   Part 14

   She took everything in at a glance, then loudly yelled to everyone, 
-œIt's not polite to stare, get away from her!  Right now, -

   Noone seemed to notice or care.

   Lisa shouted at everyone, and sounded pissed off!   -œStart walking! 
Okay?  Give her some room everyone, shit, get a life! -

   Lisa stood seemingly on guard, ready to kick ass, with her friends
beside and behind her.

   I couldn -(TM)t believe what was coming out of Lisa -(TM)s mouth!  She
sounded like she was defending me.  Maybe it was okay for her and her
friends to f*ck with me but noone else.  Odd of her, but I was grateful for
the break.  Everyone staring at my pussy and tits was getting real old.

   Carrie looked at her, and Lisa nodded.  Alicia wandered back, next to
the lifeguard chick, dripping water.

   The crowd now became smaller, most everyone walked away grinning, some
shaking their heads, others just laughing.  Some guys and girls were
actually somber.

   The pretty guard stood to one side of the open shower and Alicia on the
other.  With Carrie still at my back I was able to draw my legs up to my
chest, leaving my pussy to get some air.

   Carrie then stood and whispered something to Lisa.  I looked up over my
shoulder and saw Lisa nod.

    -œI dunno Carrie, - Lisa drawled,  -I think she -(TM)s horny is all.
- They both looked at me critically.  Alicia squatted down and kissed me
on the cheek.  I guess she knew I was upset.  She should, I -(TM)d been
crying a river.

   Alicia reached around the wall and turned the water on, but cool water,
not hot.  The cool water on my feet was very soothing.

    -œNow let -(TM)s get you cleaned up, k?" Carrie began by kneeling
down,"C -(TM)mon sweetie. - Carrie cooed.  She took my hand and helped me
stand, cool clear water running little rivers between my tits.  I was too
scared to be horny at this point.  Excited?  Maybe.  I guess so!  I'd been
getting wet drool down my legs earlier.  There were a lot of people here!

   The water found its way over my slit, and the hood was beginning to
grow, despite my embarassment.

   Carrie handed me a little hotel-sized bar of soap.

    -œI don -(TM)t have any shampoo, but once we get you cleaned up, you
can have a big towel and shampoo in the room.  What -(TM)s wrong with you,
why are you standing like that?"

   I must have been rocking back and forth on my feet.

   "Sit down then Sweetie, lets get you cleaned up, I -(TM)ll help. -
Carrie moved to steady me, since I was getting wobbly.

   I didn -(TM)t realize it, but what Lisa probably thought was me being
horny and walking funny was this!  Because my feet were hot, not only that,
they were on fire, and I was moving side to side to protect them, sorta
without thinking about it.

    -œHere sweetie, - she gave me a little hand towel, and with both her
hands under my armpits, helped me to a sitting position.  She -(TM)d then
laid the towel down in a neat square for my ass-cheeks to rest on.

    -œSweetie, I'm going to wash your back, and some of your front too, ok?
Let me see your feet, k?  C -(TM)mon, don -(TM)t be shy Erica, I -(TM)ve
seen you naked so many times, yes, with your little pussy open too, lets
see. - She chided, like I was a little kid in the tub.

   She moved my legs apart, leaning in and looking between them while
rubbing soap onto my back.  Slowly, the dirt was coming off in little
rivers down between my breasts, and through the crack in my pussy.

   The sensation of cool water against the hot sun was fantastic, I had
goose bumps, and my pussy-lips were swelling at Carries touch.  She had
washed most of the dirt off by that time then moved to my feet.

   She grabbed a foot as if to massage it then cupped the bottom of my left
foot, at which I let out a yelp, it hurt like nothing I ever felt before.

   "Ahhh, there you go Erica, now just relax a sec." She wasn -(TM)t
smiling though, and made a motion for Alicia and Lisa to come here, The
lifeguard was right behind them.

   Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Karen was heading out the
managers' door!

   I was getting chills, but it felt wrong, and not the good kind. 
Sunburn? A little maybe.  My feet still hurt.

    -œWe need to get her to a room, now Lisa, right now! - Carrie wasn
-(TM)t smiling.  She looked concerned, maybe frantic.

   Lisa reached down and scooped me up like I was a paperweight.  One Arm
under my neck, the other under both my legs.  I got a mental image of the
sight I was giving everyone.  My tits, butt hole and slit out for everyone
to see.

   But that was nothing to what I saw coming out of Karens -(TM) doors, I
nearly flipped out!  I choked!  I was mortified!

   Out the Managers -(TM) door and onto the pool deck came Karen, followed
by a Television camera crew!  Oh My GOD!

   Sure enough, there was the Anchor from the Channel Seven news!



   Part 15

   I asked the TV Lady in a small voice,  -œPlease, take that camera away.
Alicia, make them leave me alone, please? -

   Lisa gave the cameraman a dirty look, angrily stopping to face the crew,
exposing my butt and slit to the cameraman in the process.

   Could I get any more embarrassed than I was now?

   Lisa, of all people, had told her to  -~get the f*ck away and leave her
alone, -(TM) while heading away from the crowds -(TM) laughing and
pointing.

   She moved towards the exit gates past the spa, with a lot of people
following behind, probably waiting to see what was next.

   I -(TM)d never viewed Lisa as someone to stick up for me, quite the
opposite!

   And Lisa jumped right in HER face, CameraLadys.  I guess her bossiness
has no boundaries.

   Couples were passing us, I was sure, to get a good look at  -(TM)the
naked girl -(TM) on our way to the gates.

   Seeing the looks of pure horror on the older fat ladies, and glee on
their equally fat partners made me want to laugh.

   Almost, if my ass hadn -(TM)t been on display for everyone to see.

   Here I was like, my bottom hole was exposed to everyone here!  So was my
slit!

   I was trying my best to shrink into Lisa -(TM)s chest, but couldn -(TM)t
get any smaller.

   At least my tits weren -(TM)t poking on Lisa -(TM)s.  They were barely
visible to everyone here too.

   Lisa, God, she was strong!

   Lisa shouted  -œCarrie, move these f*king people out of the way.  Make
way, goddamit!  Coming through! -

   We -(TM)d finally made it past the people at the pool, the Network Lady
close behind us, babbling something or other at the cameraman.

   Lisa walked with me still cradled in her arms.  Carrie, Karen and Lisa
were right behind us.  We were heading to the room Alicia had for us, I
guessed.

   With my legs bouncing up and down with each step Lisa took, so also was
the pressure building in my clit.

   I was leaking.  White glistening strings of pearly white were leaking
down into my butt like string cheese, and I could feel it, some finding its
way onto Lisa -(TM)s bikinied pelvis.

    -œEew ...  Erica, can -(TM)t you do anything, get sick even, without
getting horny?  Yuck. -

   My butt-cheek was slapping at her side as she walked.  It must be
dripping off the bottom on her.

   Lisa seemed totally disgusted, like she -(TM)d seen a maggot.

   Angry, Lisa bellowed, - Alicia, where the hell is your room at, and it
better be close! -

   Alicia had stopped in front of a room.  Fumbling around for her door
key.

   Making exaggerated sighs, Lisa growled,  -Yoo-Hoo!  Alicia, open the
damned DOOR!  This girl IS heavy! -

   I stayed silent, and horny, though it all, wondering what the fuss was
really about.

   I wasn -(TM)t sick, didn -(TM)t have a fever, and I wasn -(TM)t in pain
of any kind, minus some sunburn.

   My feet didn -(TM)t hurt, even though I -(TM)d peed on them.

   Lisa -(TM)s kindness ended abruptly when we entered the room.  She
dumped me on the twin bed like a sack of potatoes, stood back and said, 
-œPrincess Erica, did you like being the star of that little TV show? -

   An evil smile crept to her face, she couldn -(TM)t have planned
something like this, so well was the outcome.

   She stared at me, hands on her hips, looking all-imperial like,  -œWell?
Did ya? -

   I blurted out, - No!  I didn -(TM)t Lisa! - as the others filed in
beside the bed, staring at me, naked.

   Her eyes narrowed, making a face,  -œWell, you wouldn -(TM)t know it by
your sloppy pussy, like yuck, I have a party to be at, - and she left out
the door without a backwards glance, slamming the door.

   Part 16

   I was on TV!  Or was going to be.  I began to sob, thinking of my
parents watching that, worrying about me being raped or something.  Or my
Grandma, I know she watches the news!

   Carrie stroked my hair and arm, trying to calm me, as I -(TM)d begun
crying AND sobbing.

   Lifeguard chick just stood there ogling, eyes wide, lips half open, arms
crossed.  Maybe she was waiting for a bus, I thought sarcastically.

   Getting her eyes full of my bald pussy and tits, that -(TM)s for sure. I
turned away.

   Lifeguard Chick said quietly,  -œKaren, Alicia, look at her feet, - she
sounded worried.

    -œNot the tops Alicia!  DUH!  The bottoms of her feet, shit! - she
rolled her eyes.

   Alicia bent over and examined the soles of my feet,  -Oh GAWD, OOOOOo!
GRRRROs!  Karen!  Look.  Like gross! -

   Karen pointed at my feet, putting her forefinger to her lips,  -œShh,
shut up - she mouthed, looking very angry, but I caught it.   -œGimme yer
radio Karen, please. -

   Lifeguard Chick then spoke into Karen -(TM)s -(TM) little radio I -(TM)d
seen on the man looking fat lady at the front desk.

   Lady lifeguard then bent to speak to me, - Well, - she drawled,  -œit
doesn -(TM)t look too bad.  I -(TM)ve had blisters on my feet worse than
that. -

   So that was it!  Is that all?  My hairless pussy and tits being stared
at were more of a worry to me than a few blisters.

   Crap!  There were Women looking at my pussy!  My little tits!  Comparing
my body to theirs?  Who knows?

   I was so ashamed at being studied like a bug in an ant-farm.  Especially
having my  -~sometimes -(TM) gaping examined by them right now!

   Speaking to the rest of the crowd standing around staring, Lifeguard
Chick said,  -œShe -(TM)ll be fine.  But they, the blisters are broken, we
-(TM)ll need to get them cleaned up. -

   She looked up at Karen, who -(TM)d been real quiet so far.   -œDon
-(TM)t worry, - Lifeguard chick said,  -œYou aint gonna get sued. -

   There was a knock at the door,  -œHalloo, - A mans voice.   -œHalloo,
Miss?  Karen?  Can I come in? -

   More eyes I thought glumly.  I -(TM)d have covered myself but Carries
-(TM) stroking felt so good I was nearly calmed down.

    -œWell, - Carrie said,  -œLets get some wet towels on her shoulders at
least, Alicia? -

   She did just that.  Carrie hadn -(TM)t felt necessary to cover my naked
pussy.  Somehow.

   So there I lay, smelling like sex, sweat and a hint of pee, with my
friends in the same room.

   Yet I was the only one naked.  Now some guy was here too!  Somehow I
felt smaller than them.

   Karen opened the door, letting the daylight in the darkened room.

   I saw a small crowd at the door, onlookers, wondering why an EMT would
be banging on my door, who flopped, or whatever.

   Karen introduced him,  -Erica, this is Giles, he -(TM)s our Resident
EMT, and said he -(TM)d take a look at you, ok?  IF he says you gotta to to
ER, then you gotta go, okay? -

   Fine, fine, good, I thought.  What are more eyes to me?  I felt so
small.

   This Giles couldn -(TM)t take his eyes off my bald pussy.  Maybe
wondering how old I was probably, with such little tits and neatly shaved
puss.

   He probably thought I was younger.  No wonder his eyes were popping out
of his ugly head.

    -œHi there Erica, are you in pain now? - Now that he mentioned it, my
feet were beginning to throb a bit.  I nodded yes.

    -œWell then, - he continued,  -they look swollen, you there, and you,
take a pillow and put one under each foot, elevating them, - he said,
gesturing to Karen and Lifeguard chick.

   Karen smiled, putting one pillow on one side of the twin bed and
Lifeguard Chick put one on the other, cupping each foot in it -(TM)s
feathery down pillows.

   They felt exquisite, I didn -(TM)t know feet being handled could feel so
erotic, because the cool air flowing on my now spread pink parts, was wet.

    -œOh God, - I thought, what if they can see my actual hole?  They
-(TM)ll know I'm horny! - Being the focus of so many people!

   Plus Carrie was petting my hair, neck, and breasts, tracing circles
around my aureoles.  Of course, my nipples were fully out, pointing at the
ceiling.

   They -(TM)d been wrinkled up darned near all day, from the different
sensations.  The sun, touching, cold, and excitement, all good and bad, and
now Carrie was making them totally erect again!  They were pink to red. 
And all these eyes on my open pussy!

   Then for some reason, my Grandma -(TM)s wrinkled face watching her TV
flashed by my thoughts.

    -œOh God!  What -(TM)s going on! - I panicked.  I came up for air, a
reality check.

   Karen and my new friends just grabbed each leg and my arms to prevent me
from thrashing around.

   Carrie licked her fore-finger cooing, - It -(TM)s okay Erica, it -(TM)s
okay, - then putting her whole hand on my breasts, rubbing, lightly
kneading what I had.

    -œHey stupid, - Carrie said to the dumb looking EMT, who was in awe at
the sight of my damp slit in motion.

    -œHer problem is her feet, not her pussy, get cracking, - she
commanded.

    -œThere there Sweetie, everything -(TM)s gonna be okay.  Don -(TM)t be
scared Erica, I'm here, okay? - Like I was 12 years old.

   Her left arm was still caressing my tits, one at a time, and the other
held my right arm in her lap.

   I was staring up at her softest of spots, between her breasts and her
armpit.  So pale, so white, I could see little blue veins heading upwards
towards her chest.

   I was getting wet for real now.

   Part 17

   The small group stood about the bed, wondering what was coming next.  I
was sure by following their gaze they were waiting for my clit to pop out,
those that knew how big mine was.

   As it was now, I knew my little happy button was ready to make an
appearance, if my tits, hair stroking and weird foot massage kept up like
this!

    -œOh yes, of course.  Her feet, - Giles stammered, looking flushed. 
The creep was getting his eyes full.  All I had to cover up with was wet
towels on my shoulders.

    -œOh well, Uhm Hm.  Just a moment, - he said, producing a big med kit
from behind him.  He took a towel, lifting each of my feet and put a small
wash towel under them.  Swabbing it with beta-dine made them feel warm, my
feet!  Heavenly!

    -œOkay kid, first we gotta clean it, then I -(TM)ll lance the ones that
aren -(TM)t broken, then you -(TM)ll be good to go, ok?  You wont feel a
thing, I promise. -

   My eyes were big, lance them?  In my mind I saw a huge lance from the
middle ages being poked into the soles of my feet!

    -œWhat!, no way! - I tried to prop up on my elbows, tensing my belly
muscles, and making my love bud leave its cozy, wet home, its hood!

   Karen and Carrie spoke as one,  -œYes way! -

   Carrie grabbed my chin, a little hard to get my attention, I guess.

   She went on, explaining,  -œErica, it -(TM)s the only way you -(TM)re
going to speak tonight, then we -(TM)ll get you a wheelchair, - she
smiled.

   The Giles guy leaned into my feet and did something I couldn -(TM)t feel
to my feet.  I squirmed.

   Alicia piped in,  -œIf this don -(TM)t get fixed Erica, they -(TM)ll
call your parents, who will call my parents, and we -(TM)ll both be
screwed! They -(TM)ll NEVER trust us to go to College together! - she was
near tears, I thought, maybe of losing her credit card, though.  Where did
THAT come from?

   I was ashamed immediately at that.  These were my friends, who only
wanted the best for me.  Here I was, being treated like a Queen, even
though I was hurt, and naked.

   And all I wanted to do was get my cookies off right there, in front of
them.  Well, not that, but I needed to release that pressure.  The tickling
was driving me nuts, so were my nipples.  I desperately wanted to squeeze
and pinch them.

   With Carrie nearby, I thought guiltily, it -(TM)d only take a pull to
slip off and release her top.

   I was ashamed once more!  My pussy and the electrical current were
tickling me from my nipples to my clit.

   Was that taking over everything??  I gave up thinking.

   I was getting the royal treatment, but was blushing at being the only
one naked in the room.  Noone else was going to get naked in here, that
-(TM)s for sure!

    -œUhm, Carrie, - I -(TM)d begun to moan a little, - Can I get
something to cover my crotch, please? -

   She -(TM)d stopped stroking my tits for a second, leaned over and licked
my earlobe,  -œOh, not yet Kitten, the fool, er..the guy here aint finished
with your exam, I mean, what if your little kitty-cat down there got
sunburned, or blistered, - she was teasing my whole ear now.

   I twisted on the bed at the sensation of her tongue-tip in my ear,
pushing out the first pearl of Woman-cum at this new humiliation.

   Well, I knew I should be ashamed, but here I was, naked, helpless, with
several sets of eyes on me.  Eyes that now knew my most intimate regions,
my anus even!  My God!

   How could I be ashamed if I was leaking juice?  I was totally confused,
so I let Carrie take over her ministrations, for the moment.

   She seemed to know what this was all about, and that -(TM)s better.  I
settled down and lay still in the bed, softly moaning.

   They could count my shaving bumps, they were so close to me, that is, if
I had any.

    -œThere, done, a little betadine now, - he said, washing that over my
entire feet.  It felt warm.  He then wiped it off leaving a red smear on my
feet.  My feet were orange now!  I was giggling at the massage.

    -œAhh, you like that do ya?  Our little patient here is feeling better.
Karen, could you call the Restaurant and see if we can get some food here?
Little Miss here needs some food, soon. -

    -œAlicia, - Karen asked,  -œWould you mind terribly? -

    -œAh I -(TM)ll go, sure, - Alicia smiled,  -œThis is almost done
anyway, c-ya soon Erica, enjoy! - she smiled, seeming unaffected by my
predicament.  Was she my friend?  Yes.  She was weird though, sometimes.

   Lady Lifeguard piped up, she -(TM)d seen enough of my petite body too, I
guess, and was about to follow Alicia back to the pool.

    -œI -(TM)ve got work to do Karen, - she explained, - We all done
here? - she met Karen -(TM)s eyes.  Karen had a strange look on her face,
almost sexual.  Her lips were fuller and darker.  She was blushing!

    -œAh, a country not heard from, yeah, go ahead, - she said, and the
Lifeguard followed Alicia out.

    -œOkay, Carrie is it? - Dufus Giles said,  -œPlease turn our little
patients head, I don -(TM)t want her to see this, okay?  Good. -

   ---------------------------------------------------

   Carrie moved my head towards her lap, as she was sitting sideways on the
bed, my arm still over her lap.  I caught a faint whiff of her sex.  She
must -(TM)ve been getting off on me, for some reason I hadn -(TM)t figured
out yet.

   He took a large disposable towelette then put it right on my slit!  He
then began wiping my slit front to bottom!  Like he was wiping a baby
-(TM)s ass!  The F*CKER!  OhMyGOD!  THAT was freaking COLD!

   My eyes got big, and my back arched way up.

   Carrie laughed out loud!  She was still giggling at me, like I was the
funniest thing on the planet.

    -œOh my God Erica, Haha!  You should have seen your face when he put
his hand on your pussy!  Hahaha OMG!  You -(TM)re Priceless.  You -(TM)re
so damned adorable.  You weren -(TM)t expecting that were you Sweetie!? -
She smiled down at me.

    -œNO! - I croaked, I was actually thinking about my pussy and how it
felt before this fool ruined it.  s  -œIt felt real damned cold Carrie! -

   Mood ruined, I yelled at the idiot,  -œStop that, you, stop that right
now! -

   I was wounded!  Not this Dufus!  F*cker ruined my sex buzz too!  The
prick!  Well, it felt like a buzz.  He nearly put that towelette in my
asshole!

   Carrie must have been reading me,  -œThere there now, let the man finish
Erica, and then we -(TM)ll have a few moments alone, okay? - She began
stroking my face, cheek, and hair again.

   Carrie turned on Dufus Giles too,  -œHurry up dammit!  We aint got all
day here, ya know? -

    -œJust a minute kids, - Dufus Giles grumbled, putting his emphasis on
-œkids. -

    -œAlmost done, Crap, let me wrap  -~em for ya, stay still! - He
replied frowning, looking wounded at my outburst.

    -œKaren, - he said to the older Woman,  -œGive me a hand, I -(TM)ll
wrap one and you wrap the other. -

   Karen unrolled a long wide gauze strip, and followed Giles -(TM) lead,
wrapping in long slow motions, slowly covering each foot in gauze.

   All was finished, I guess, as I looked up to Carrie -(TM)s face.  Karen
sat on the other side of the bed now, taking my left arm and stroking it.

   I looked into Carries eyes, and she was mesmerized by the moment.  She
leaned in for a kiss,  -œI'm so sorry about all this Erica, I mean before,
at the pool, I had no idea you were hurting, - she whispered, tears in her
eyes.

   We kissed, just a light one on the lips, and a flick of her tongue-tip.
My clit poked immediately out now, all the way, and Karen -(TM)s -(TM) eyes
got large.  She stretched her arm out, forefinger ready to touch it. -

   The room went silent.  Even Dufus Giles stopped to watch.

   Karen, who -(TM)d had enough of this Giles, told him,  -œLadies only,
Giles, you -(TM)ve seen enough teen pussy for one day.  Goodbye. - She
pointed at the door.

   He took his sweet-assed time to gather his stuff, while keeping a
watchful eye on my spread thighs and open sex.

    -œOkay Geek, get out now.  Enough show for you, - Lisa growled.

   He left quickly after that, muttering to himself,  -œYou -(TM)re welcome
Giles, - slamming the door behind him.

   That Dumb-ass Giles has probably never seen a naked woman, much less a
teenage one, - Carrie joked to Karen.

   Karen nodded in agreement, smiling at the thought of the stupid, ogling
and predictable man.

   Together they went to work on me, Carrie and Karen both!  I received a
slow, erotic massage, front and back.  It was soooo delicious feeling.

   I didn -(TM)t know what I -(TM)d done to earn this, but I wasn -(TM)t
complaining.

   I dozed off somewhere after the EMT guy left and the sensual massage.  A
tray of cold sandwiches was left beside the end table along with a warm
beer.

   I was alone, and covered by a sheet.  As I sat up, I noticed there were
two robes hanging by the tub/shower enclosure, which I desperately wanted
to use.  I reeked.

   And it was dark outside.

   Part 18

    -œERICA!  Rise and shine Sweetie! - Carrie called in a singsong voice.


   I woke with a start.  Loud banging against the door woke me up.  I was
covered, anyway, with a sheet, and the towels were still on my shoulders.

    -œWhat the, wha -(TM)?  I groaned, sitting up on my elbows.

   Lisa was banging against the doorjamb with a wheelchair.

   Lisa and Carrie were standing before me, dressed in outfits suited for
dancing!  Dresses and rug-cutters!!

    -œHi Sunshine, - Lisa said, an evil smile on her pretty face.   -œIt
-(TM)s time Erica.  You PROMISED you -(TM)d speak at this thing and we
-(TM)re here, me and Carrie, to help.  Say thank you Erica. -

    -œUhhh..thanks. - I wondered how the hell I was going to speak when I
had no clothes.  I thought I -(TM)d gotten out of it, but alas, Lisa never
forgets anything, with me anyway.

   I thought I -(TM)d try again, - I can -(TM)t talk at this thing Lisa, I
aint got any clothes to wear. -

   My head was bobbing back and forth between the two.  I was wary.

   Carrie moved the wheelchair to the side of my bed.   -œOf course you do
Sweetie, it -(TM)s hanging by the door, now stand up. -

   I looked Lisa in the eye.  She just tapped her foot, impatiently.

    -œWell?  Let -(TM)s go! - Lisa moved quickly to the bedside, grabbing
me under the arm and swinging my legs around, naked, so I could sit up.

    -œHelp me lift her Carrie, help her stand up, - and Carrie did just
that.

    -œEasy Lisa, her feet, remember? - Carrie was frowning,  -œErica? 
Okay Honey?  Your feet alright? -

   I stood up, wobbling around, still asleep really, but my feet didn
-(TM)t hurt.  They were still wrapped in gauze.

   The two of them helped me up by my armpits, then stood me up.  With
alarm I noted the door was open.   -œLisa, someone can see me!  The door!
-

    -œWell hurry your little butt up, then, and they wont see you.  Now get
in the chair Erica. -

   Surely they wouldn -(TM)t.  No!  No way would they get me naked in front
of the Class.  I -(TM)d get arrested.

    -œI -(TM)ll get in trouble, - I pleaded with her,  -œI can -(TM)t go
anywhere like this L..Lisa! -

   Carrie wheeled the chair, swung it around, then Lisa pushed me rudely
into it.  I sat down hard.

   Carrie scolded Lisa, saying,  -œLisa!  Give her a break!  She -(TM)s
been through a lot. -

   Carrie stood waiting for Lisa to make a decision.   -œShe -(TM)s got a
point, she can -(TM)t go in front of them like this. -

    -œSuch a shame Princess, I know they -(TM)d love to see your naked
little puss, wouldn -(TM)t they Carrie? -

    -œI know I love seeing it, - she looked dreamily at me, holding onto
the hand-grips of the chair.

   Frowning, Lisa went behind me.  I heard rustling from behind.

    -œI AM enjoying the view Erica, - cooed Carrie, as she reached down to
tweak both my nipples.

    -œHere you are Erica, - Lisa said, as she threw the robe over me, now
you -(TM)re ready. -

   I took the robe from her, wrapping it snug around me as I would a
blanket.  Carrie began pushing me through the door then beyond, towards the
hotel, with Lisa following silently behind.

   By now I was sure everyone knew about me being naked and carried like a
child through the pool.  Even more embarrassing was the fact that my ass
and slit were visible being carried that way, and was on TV too!  That TV
Lady saw it and everyone else saw it.  My most intimate place, my secret
place.

   I was blushing at the memory even.

   I was a little confused yes, and I should be devastated, I was so god
awful embarrassed today.  I might have been crushed, but Lisa -(TM)s only
crime really, was not giving me anything to cover up with.  Carrie and
Alicia -(TM)s too.

   The massage was just so wonderful.  It washed away my tensions all
right. Carrie and Alicia knew my secret thing, my clit, how it pokes far
out from my folds, but Karen!  She -(TM)d seemed delighted at this
discovery, and with her hands she proved it.  If only it'd been her mouth!
With her pretty smile.

   All this bouncing around bare-assed was getting me horny.  My
butt-cheeks were sweating, so every bump we hit, every seam in the
sidewalk, my butt-cheeks slid around a little on the pleather wheelchairs
-(TM) sling seat!

   The skin on my thighs were rubbing and pulling down on my slit as I
bounced around!  I could only imagine the suction-cup marks on the seat
where my actual butt-hole and slit were sticking, wet with sweat and my
moist, dewey juices!

   My clit needed some relief, maybe from nerves.  I traced circles around
it with my middle and forefinger, trying to do it inconspicuously, hiding
my right hand under the generous spread of the robe.

   We -(TM)d arrived too soon at the main hotel.  My clit was on full
alert, from me rubbing my nub!  Waiting for us there at the back entrance
were Karen, Alicia, and Lifeguard Lady!

   Karen introduced us,  -œErica, this is Katie, she helped you this
afternoon, do you remember? - Katie bent down, offering a handshake, which
I returned after wiping my hand on my covered thigh.  But it was the hand
that had been massaging my slit under my robe.  We shook, and I was
giggling at my secret.

    -œUhm, yeah, err, thanks Katie, nice to know you. - She laughed, 
-œNice to see you too!  And dressed!  Well, Sorta. - She wrinkled her nose
a little, but remained silent.

   Seeing my face blush then fall,  -œOh I'm sorry Erica, I know that must
have been horribly embarrassing, - she said with visible concern.

   I was furiously blushing, and my ears were warm.  Trying to change the
subject, I asked her,  -And that man?  The Nurse guy? -

    -œOh!  That -(TM)s Giles, Sweetie, he went to some party by the beach,
but I -(TM)ll tell him you -(TM)re up  -~an around I promise.  He -(TM)ll
be pleased. - She smiled a brilliant set of very white and straight teeth.
I got wetter.

   Silent, Karen stared at me expectantly.  Katie looked at her, and Alicia
and Carrie each other, waiting for Lisa to say or do something.  I giggled
again, this seemed silly.

    -œWe gonna stand around making goo-goo eyes?  Lets get this over with,
- Lisa commanded the group.  Her bossiness knows no age or gender, I
thought.  That leaves me at the bottom of the heap.

   My left arm was on the armrest, the other under my floor length robe.  I
had to relieve some of the pressure that -(TM)d been making me heavy,
feeling bloated.

   Lisa, ever commanding a situation, declared,  -Alright Karen, is the
wheelchair ramp ready?  We don -(TM)t want our little patient here to miss
her speaking responsibilities.  Right Princess? -

    -œLisa, I..I..uhm, didn -(TM)t write anything down, er, I did but it
-(TM)s with my bag in Alicia -(TM)s car. -

    -œWell, fake it then, make something up.  That dweeb Henry already told
everyone you -(TM)d be doing the honors tonight, remember?  Shit, that was
last May girl. - Easy for her to say, I thought miserably.

   Carrie resumed her pushing position behind the wheelchair, rolling us
both through the doors, our entourage trailing behind.

    -œYou know Erica, - Carrie began,  -œI'm behind you and I distinctly
smell something sweet.  That wouldn -(TM)t be you would it? - She poked
her head down directly over my face, smiling!

    -œArgh!  Carrie! - I gasped, laughing.  She -(TM)d kissed my nose with
her lips.  My nipples were hard and my hand busy as we rolled along to our
destination.

   We pushed along down the long hallway.

    -œLet -(TM)s go kitten, make me proud tonight? - she purred.

   Proud?  Ut-oh.  Whenever my friends say something like that means
stripped naked for me.  I was worried, clutching my robe around me tighter.


   The reality set in.  I felt bare.  Exposed!  These people around me
weren -(TM)t in formal wear, but they were dressed nice!

   Anything was nice compared to me at the moment.  I had a robe, but at
the moment it was no more than a wrap like this!  And everyone else would
be dressed nice too!  They -(TM)d be dancing after this stupid dinner!

   Not only did I not look  -~nice -(TM) I couldn -(TM)t dance either!  My
feet were messed up.  I wasn -(TM)t even hungry, either.  I was horny!



   Part 19  -" End

   The small group of women, along with me, reached the large room where
dinner was being held.

   Everyone I'd met today was here, too, except the Nurse guy.

   The women staff I'd met in the hallway, food service staffers I guessed,
were busy doing make-work stuff while waiting for dinner to be brought from
the kitchen.

   A soundstage had been setup for the dancing afterwards, complete with
disco-ball, spotlights and lasers.

   From the ceiling hung multi-colored streamers in the center of the room.
Right now under all this silliness were long tables waiting for food and
drinks, punchbowl and all.

   Big round tables for five had been arranged throughout the large area,
tablecloths complete with dinnerware and candles and students.

   The room was complete with the Senior Class students, waiting to hear
words of wisdom from the speaker.  Me!

   A small cadre represented the schools' Administration, all at their own
tables, separate from the students.

   Towards the rear center of the stage, this was where I was supposed to
speak at, a wooden podium below a small handicap ramp, complete with mike
and speaker.

   Carrie kept kneeling down while pushing me, licking my ear, and
caressing my neck with her tongue.

   "Oh God Carrie, please stop!!" I begged her, but my hand was working
furiously on my clit.

   I was getting close, the pressure was building, the dizziness giving way
to euphoria.  I began to writhe, moaning, sliding back and forth for real
on the wet wheelchair seat.

   The portly Superintendent of Schools broke my reverie.

   "Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the Senior Class Speaker this
Evening!"

   "Erica..Uhhh..Erica...uhmhm..Miss..uh, please step up to the podium!"

   Carrie and Alicia burst out laughing, while Lisa just sat at one of the
tables, sneering at this old fool, who didn't know a damned thing about
anything.

   One of the Science Club girls moved towards the podium, whispering
something in his lard-butt-ear.

   The Principle continued, fumbling around on the podium.  The Nerd Girl
returned to her seat.

   "Oh yes, of course, will someone please assist the Speaker to the
Podium," then continued, "I'm sure the Class is grateful to this courageous
young Lady, I understand she was in an accident today, and deserves our
respect." At this I heard outright laughter, from guys but many more girls.


   I blushed furiously, thinking of those laughing, each and every one of
them making noises and catcalls had seen me naked at some time or another
in high school.

   Or even today!  The memory of my slit being displayed again made me
shiver, yet it felt good!

   He stood away then, stumbling back down the handicapped ramp.  Then
recovering his balance, he stood next to it, clapping.

   Amid tittering and whispers, I heard a few insults and snickering,
especially from the Pep Club tables. ...in jocks.

   This time Alicia, acting all sweet like, got behind me and whispered
sweetly in my ear, "Keep it short sweetie, I wanna party soon, okay?"
followed by some giggling.  "You may want to have both hands showing, you
naughty girl you."

   I was too horny at the moment to pay attention.  The nervousness and
being excited was like being drunk.

   I quickly stopped the slit rubbing I'd been doing, bringing both hands
to the armrests as we moved.  The robe covered just enough, but without it
being actually on.

   I was sure people could see the soft skin on my sides, from my armpit to
my thigh, and know I was naked.

   I wished I'd masturbated before coming to this thing, but I didn't have
any choice.  MY choices always seemed to be made for me, by my friends.

   I was wheeled up the ramp slowly, amid light applause from the room. 
The nerds no doubt.

   Alicia seemed to have trouble pushing the heavy chair and my body
weight. Struggling, we made it to the small platform, then rested the chair
on the podium platform.  I set the little brake handles.

   I looked over the room from my seated position.  There sure were a lot
of eyes on me.  I caught Lisa and Carrie both looking at me intensely.  I
saw no signs of anything in their faces, nothing bad anyway.

   God, I was naked before them all!  Almost!  I was sloppy wet, and
sticking to the damned seat.  Alicia stood in front of me as the crowd
waited silently, waiting for me to begin.

   She was fussing with the robe, making sure I was covered up.  She sort
of tucked me in, stuffing the robe into my sides.

   After adjusting the robe, Alicia grabbed the microphone stand, adjusting
it down to chair height.  I heard something else going on but ignored it.

   She bent down behind me, moved around the wheel, giving me a kiss on the
forehead, whispering "Good Luck Erica."

   Smiling an angels' smile she left.

   I straightened up in the chair, feet pressing on the stirrups.  Alicia
trotted merrily off the stage to sit beside Lisa.

   They appeared intense like they were watching a movie, at the
suspenseful part.  I was already nervous.  I wish they'd stop staring at
me!

   I kept my eyes focused on my friends, trying to keep my mind off my
pussy, and the intense need to release.

   I cleared my throat,"I..uhm..I'm glad I was chosen to ah..speak..here
tonight.  Uhm...thanks to Henry for giving me this honor." There were a few
half-hearted claps in the now attentive audience.  I didn't dare look to
see what I was showing, or hiding.

   Turning my head side toside, slowly, very slowly I scanned the tables,
one by one.  Yes, I thought, all eyes were on me.  Ohmygod, I can't think
of anything to say!

   I shuffled in my chair, adjusting my position.

   I heard creaking from the chair.  Slowly, it began to move backwards. 
Alicia!  Ohmygod!  The brakes!

   I began rolling backwards, imperceptibly at first, then quicker.  I felt
something tug sideways on the robe!

   "Ohmygod!" I shrieked out loud into the mike.

   Pressing my feet in the stirrups hard made the chair move back quicker.

   The mood of the room had changed.  I heard female giggling and outright
laughing from the room.

   I saw only big eyes and hands in front of mouths, And expressions of awe
and shock from adults and schoolmates alike!

   The belt from the robe had become caught in the spokes!  And the belt
loop in the robe was literally pulling it off my body!  I tried to clutch
the robe tight!

   As the wheels rolled back, it was pulling my belt and robe off my side!
As the chair kept going, I jumped away from my stirrups from panic or
reflex, I tried to stand!  My erect nipples were showing!

   Everyone could see them!  Everyone!

   Naked from the waist up, I jumped, and the chair went out from behind
me, taking the robe with it.

   My hands covered my tits immediately.  My face was a mask of shock.

   My face was hot and belly hollow with fear, but my clit was exposed, and
out for all to see.  And it said otherwise.  I was drenched, and everyone
knew it!  The damned spotlight!

   It must have been being naked in front of the crowd or something.  I
shouldn't have been playing with my clit!

   A hush went over the room.  I didn't wait around to see everyone's looks
of surprise.  Seeing the Principles' look of pure horror and open mouth,
and spotting Carrie and Lisa's expressions of pure glee told me enough. 
"Run!"

   And run I did, feet forgotten, bandages trailing behind my orange feet.
I'd been seen naked before, but this!  I was on fire, I was so embarrassed,
and excited beyond words!  I was sure I was dribbling cum behind.

   I found the nearest double doors, leaving riotous laughter behind me.  I
burst through them.

   I found myself in another large meeting hall, and this time, it was not
empty!  These two rooms had been cut in half!  Separated by a long
partition curtain.

   In long rows of wide chairs resembling pews, I noted at a glance the
large wooden cross on a small stage, with some nice looking man in front of
it.  He was wearing a suit, was about all I waited around to see.  This was
a Service!  He was a PASTOR!

   I ran down the front aisle, darting behind the stage, the only door I
could see to get out of here.

   This time shouts of anger and screams from gray & white haired people
followed behind me.  One woman fainted.

   I'd had enough of streaking, so through the doors I ran, around the
Hotel building rather than through the pool, making it to the parking area
outside of Alicia's room.

   I realized I didn't have a room key, but anywhere was better than inside
the Hotel.  I paused yet again to make sure I wasn't being followed.

   I heard a woman's voice calling me, "Erica?  Erica?  Is that you out
there sneaking around?"

   My God!  It was Katie!  Lifeguard Lady.  "Come on out Erica, I have your
room key dear."

   I crept towards her slowly, wary of tricks by my friends.

   "It's okay Honey, just in case, your friend Carrie gave it to me," she
smiled, taking my hand.

   "She said you were accident prone, but this!  You wound up naked! 
Again!"

   Blushing, I shyly nodded, exposing my pink parts were the least of my
worries at the moment.

   "Seems that happens a lot Erica?" she grinned.

   "I..I guess.." I stammered, not knowing what to say to this pretty
woman.

   Would it get better at College?  I thought silently.



   20  -" Graduation

   Well, the big day was finally here!  Four years of high school torture
were coming to a close, along with all the embarrassment and humiliation
and peer pressure that accompanies the usual, normal teenage anxiety.  I
suppose I did have some good times, some even pretty wild, but I sure was
glad to be moving on and I would hardly miss this rabble.

   My family pulled up to the front of the school, and I quickly jumped out
of the car.  I waved goodbye to my parents and stepbrother.  Now that I was
actually on the property, I was excited to get this event underway.  We had
done all the photographs and the whole bit earlier in the morning.  Now, as
my family drove off to find a decent parking spot, I hurried in my heels
into the building.  My cap and gown were nervously tucked under my arm.

   Our senior class was supposed to be divided into different homerooms to
make it more manageable to prepare for the ceremony.  I was directed to
room 103, where there would be teachers and monitors helping the students.
Clutching my things, I walked through the door and immediately saw my
friends waving to me from the back of the crowded room.  Alicia was there,
but so were Lisa and Carrie, who normally were not in my homeroom.  I guess
they had slipped in here, and no one really noticed or cared.  I hurried
over to join them.

    -œHi, Erica! - Alicia squealed joyfully.

    -œWhat are you wearing? - Lisa asked more soberly, even expressing
displeasure.

   I was dressed in a nice light blue, satiny dress.  It had thin straps at
my shoulders, and fit my slim figure kind of snugly.  Still, it was sleek
and comfortable, and the hem came down to just about my knee.  Of course I
also had a great pair of blue shoes that I especially picked out because
they went so well with the dress.  They didn -(TM)t have any straps or
buckles.

   Looking around at my three friends already attired in their flowing
graduation robes, I asked,  -œWhat -- what do you mean? -

    -œYou know, - Carrie teased with a charming smile.  I suddenly felt
very awkward and out of place as the only one without her gown on.  
-œRemember what we planned, Erica?  We even agreed that we were all going
to do it together -- -

    -œWe were drunk that night, - I replied.

   Alicia wore a petulant frown and pleaded at me with her big brown eyes.
-œBut we were all serious.  The four of us agreed to go through with this!
-

   My stomach turned in a knot of fear and excitement.  I intertwined my
fingers in front of my chest as I looked at each girl, one by one.  They
returned my gaze unflinching.

    -œYou mean, none of you are wearing anything beneath your gowns? - I
asked incredulously, even lowering my voice to a harsh whisper.

   Lisa glanced coolly at Alicia, and then at Carrie.  The bossy blonde
bitch tilted her head, imperiously, giving an unspoken command to one of my
friends.  It was Carrie who stepped forward, looking around to make sure
that no one else was paying any attention to us in the back of the room. 
Moving near me, she shyly began to lower the zipper on the front of her
gown.  It was a thin, delicate strip of material, very fragile.  Soon, she
was able to fold away a flap, enough to expose her body from her neckline
to her navel.

   Carrie -(TM)s bare breast stared back at me, with a very pink nipple
atop the areola!  My mouth must have hung open for a moment -- and the
strawberry blonde girl, feeling frisky, pulled aside the other flap.  Now
both her tits bounced in front of me.  I looked carefully, part of me
wishing she would unzip the gown all the way and show me everything.  But I
was convinced she was naked.  And then my friend quickly covered up again,
leaving me to wonder if I had really just been flashed!

    -œSo what -(TM)s it going to be? - Lisa demanded, more than asked.

   I felt my own nipples harden as I thought about the implication of the
whole suggestion.   -œI didn -(TM)t -- think you guys were serious -- all
three of you are nude, under those gowns? -

    -œExcept for our shoes, - Alicia giggled as she lifted the hem of the
burgundy material.

   For a moment, I thought she was going to raise her gown high enough to
show me her pussy.  But then she let the gown fall again, and folded her
arms expectantly.  I looked around, unsure of what to do.  My eyes searched
frantically the classroom, but the supervising adults were busy assisting
other students who needed their help.  A group of boys were goofing off in
the distance.  It was like nobody even cared what we were doing back here.

    -œBut I liked this dress, - I found myself whining.   -œI bought it
just for today -(TM)s occasion!  And now I -(TM)m supposed to leave it
behind? -

   Lisa took a purposeful step forward until she was towering over me,
making me tremble.   -œListen, little girl -- I -(TM)ve taken off all my
clothes, and I -(TM)m not about to show off my body to the entire school,
unless you join us! -

   I bit my lip as I looked up at the formidable blonde.  It was obvious
she had just had her nails and hair done, and she looked great.  The
mortarboard cap rested at an angle upon her coif of golden waves.  I
realized then, that I had never seen Lisa naked.  Here was a chance, for
once, for us to be equals.  As my eyes scanned down the length of her
figure, I found myself wondering how bare she really was, and even
anticipating such an unveiling.

   Alicia stepped to my side, and took my own cap and gown from my hands. I
hadn -(TM)t made any comment, but they could tell that the decision was
made.  I guess there was a certain look in my eye.  My skin began to
tingle.

    -œWhat -- here? - I still made one final protest.   -œYou want me to
get undressed right here? -

    -œSure, - Carrie laughed as she closed in on the other side, the girls
effectively forming a half-circle around me in the corner.   -œYou -(TM)re
small, Erica, and no one will see anything with us big girls blocking the
view! -

   Oh, those words made me feel like such a child -- even though I was only
hours away from my high school graduation.  But matters started to
accelerate when I pulled the straps of the dress off my shoulders, and then
Alicia reached out to tug the front all the way down to my belly button!  I
hadn -(TM)t been wearing a bra, and now my titties popped out free and
perky.  Taken by surprise, I gasped, with my hands stretched out at my
sides.

    -œSmall indeed, - Lisa scoffed.

    -œBut already at full attention, - Carrie pointed out, and emphasized
the comment by touching my elongated nipples.

    -œCan we just get this over with? - I asked, becoming very aroused as
I stood unseen in the back of a crowded classroom, naked to the waist.

   My friend Alicia obliged by continuing to tug at the dress around my
hips.  And here I thought she was supposed to be one of my body shields!  I
noticed the eyes of the other two girls following the descent of my
clothing, so I took that opportunity to cover my breasts -- a palm held
over each.  Alicia had lowered the material further down my legs, kind of
half bending and half crouching to do so, when she suddenly paused.

    -œLift your feet, Erica, - she said sweetly.

   I did so, but actually slipped my toes out of each heel.  Since it was
warm outside, I hadn -(TM)t put on any panty hose or stockings.  Now I
waited for what seemed like forever as Alicia pulled the satin dress off
the length of my slender legs.  Then my bare feet came to rest on the cool
tiles of the classroom floor.

    -œAre you ladies all right back there? - asked one of the female
teachers from the center of the room.

   Oh my gosh!  I was only wearing a brief pair of panties -- I pressed my
elbows together, hiding my bare tits.  Desperately I looked around, but
Alicia had put aside my gown where it was out of reach, along with my
discarded dress!

   Lisa then turned to face the teacher with hands on her hips, although
she still stood in front of me.   -œWe were just helping Erica straighten
her gown, but maybe you can come over here and check her out -- -

    -œNo, no! - I squeaked like a trapped mouse.   -œI -(TM)m fine -- I
-(TM)m almost ready! -

   The teacher replied,  -œWell hurry up, girls.  You need to begin lining
up for the procession in a few minutes. -

   And with that statement of worn-thin patience, she focused her attention
elsewhere.  I let out a sigh, even as Lisa turned around again with an evil
grin on her lips.  She was always out to embarrass me, it seemed, right up
until the end.  At least she was naked, too, I tried to remind myself.  But
somehow the blonde in her silken graduation robe stood with a grace and
confidence that made me feel less secure.

   Blocking my view from the side, Carrie reached out her hand and snapped
the elastic at my hip.   -œWe -(TM)re waiting, Erica. -

    -œI can do this myself, - I tried to sound brave.

   Truthfully, I was mixed with fear and the thrill of the stunt we were
about to pull off.  Also, I was getting kind of horny, and that is probably
what lent me the strength to follow through with my promise.  One last time
I looked around, and it seemed all was safe.  The other three girls
essentially formed a tight huddle before me.  I just hoped they didn -(TM)t
bolt once I had removed my underwear!  Despite this wild thought, I pushed
my thumbs into the waistband of the panties and started pulling them down.

   I took a deep breath, then in one decisive motion, I whisked the
delicate material to my toes and stepped out of them.  Picking them up, I
simply handed them to Alicia.  Carrie let out a piercing whistle.

   Oh my gosh, I was totally naked!  I brought my hands to my head
fretfully, knowing there was nothing I could do at this point.  I was so
nude and vulnerable.  My nips poked out proudly, and in all the excitement,
my shaven lips of pink had parted.  I kept reminding myself that my friends
were all naked, too, except I didn -(TM)t even have any shoes on; or my
robe either!  The sounds of the classroom suddenly swirled about me: the
rustle of papers and programs, shuffling feet, talking and laughing voices
-- and this all made me acutely aware that I wasn -(TM)t wearing stitch. 
There must have been fifty people in the room!

    -œUm, - I said shivering a little, and gradually brought one hand down
to cover my bald vulva.   -œCan I have my gown now? -

   Thankfully, Alicia was there with my robe already unfolded.  She helped
me slip my arms into the sleeves, first one and then the other, until the
enveloping material hung loosely at my sides.  It felt really amazing on my
bare skin, yet the dark red of the school colors made it so no one would
ever know we were naked underneath.  Carrie twisted me around halfway so
that I was facing her.  She picked up the hem, and was going to zip up the
front.  But first, she ran her hand between my breasts, tracing a narrow
groove down my stomach and playfully tickled my slit!  Instantly, my clit
emerged out of its hood, poking right at her.  She always knew the worst
places to touch me!

   Now that my pussy was all opened up like a flower, Carrie slowly slid
the zipper up to my neck.  Just at that moment, one of our teachers walked
in between the four of us.

    -œAll set, girls? - she asked.  Then looking down at my feet,
remarked,  -œOh, Erica, put your shoes back on for goodness sake!  It
-(TM)s only for a few hours.  If they were going to be so uncomfortable,
maybe you should have picked out a different pair.  Although they do make
you look more grown-up -- -

   As my friends giggled, I steadied myself against Alicia and obediently
slipped my feet back into the heels, thinking that even my teacher thought
I looked like a little girl!  But standing straight up again, the
graduation gown swished over my body, making me squirm with delight.  It
-(TM)s a good thing the material fell loosely from my shoulders, since my
nipples were rock hard and would have made indentations!  I wondered if the
other girls experienced the same sensations under their gowns?

   Before I could truly appreciate the magnitude of the situation, one of
the lead chaperones stood at the classroom door and said we needed to start
lining up.  He asked everyone to be quiet and follow instructions in a neat
and orderly fashion.  Of course, this did not happen all at once.

   Lisa took the opportunity to tug my sleeve and say,  -œRemember, Erica,
just like we planned a few weeks ago.  We -(TM)ll be right behind you -- -


   I nodded slowly, although I was more enjoying the way the silky material
brushed against my bare legs.  And then the four of us started to separate,
as the students were arranged in alphabetical order by last name.  Carrie
paused to pat me on the butt, and rub sensuous circles so that I could
practically feel her hand through the fabric!

    -œSee you on stage, - she laughed with a wink.

   Watching my friends depart, I felt a lot more self-conscious about my
nudity hidden only by the delicate gown.  I could picture the other
students, our classmates, their gazes penetrating and guessing my naughty
secret.  But how could they?  The hem came down to about mid-calf, and the
zipper in front started just below the base of my neck.  From outward
appearances, everything looked normal.  Someone moved behind me and poked
me in the back.

    -œCome on Erica, you -(TM)re supposed to be in front of me, - the
senior boy said.

   I instinctively began walking forward, the burgundy silk rippling across
my naked ass.  And he was probably watching my backside the whole time!  I
clutched the front of the robe nervously as I took my place in line.  Was I
really going to go through with this?  Was I about to strip in front of my
graduating class -- the faculty, and all those people in attendance? 
Everyone was going to see me, absolutely naked!  The thought, replaying
over and over in my mind, caused my nipples to stiffen further and point
toward the ceiling --

    -œOh, my cap! - I suddenly cried, reaching up to touch my soft locks
of hair.

   Luckily, one of the helpers was nearby, and she found the mortarboard
that Alicia forgot to give me.  While we waited in line, she dutifully
affixed it atop my head, using bobby pins to keep it in place.  The woman,
probably a student -(TM)s mother, was standing so close to me.  If she
could look down between the folds of the gown, all she would see is bare
skin!  And as she fussed and straightened my hair, all I could think was
that except for my eyebrows, she was touching the only hair on my body.  I
was afraid she might smell the muskiness of my arousal.

   Patting me on the shoulder, the lady said,  -œThere you go.  And don
-(TM)t worry if you feel a little damp, dear, it -(TM)s all right to be
nervous -- -

   Well, I was damp all right, but it was not just the sweat of nerves.  I
felt a trickle run from inside my thigh, down my leg, reminding myself that
I was completely nude under these academic vestments!We began moving
forward again, and I started fidgeting with the zipper.

   Entering the hallway, we were told to stay still and be quiet.  This
waiting around was really starting to feel like forever, and now I was
getting more and more excited!  Suddenly, there was a commotion from the
back of the line, and a voice raised defiantly.  It sounded like Carrie.

    -œBut I really have to use the ladies room!  I am not sitting through
this ceremony trying to hold it in! -

   Students nearby broke into laughter, and I could tell the frustrated
teacher just gave in.  Carrie broke ranks and left her place, marching down
the hallway to the nearest restroom.  She didn -(TM)t even glance back when
she passed by me.  And then I realized that in order for her to use the
toilet, she would have to momentarily remove her gown!  She would be stark
naked in the bathroom!  Impulsively, I raised my hand thinking to excuse
myself as well.  It would be a nice treat to get a sneak preview of Carrie
-(TM)s buxom body.  But then I reconsidered, since the teachers who were in
no mood to start granting everyone bathroom breaks would probably just yell
me at!

   A couple of minutes later, Carrie came walking back down the hallway,
looking much relieved and swinging her curvy hips.  She looked so
beautiful, her red and golden tresses cascading from beneath her graduation
cap, to trail all the way down her back.  This time, she smiled and winked
at me.  Just a brief, surreptitious glance, and my clitoris pushed against
the fabric of my robe.

   I could finally start to hear music playing.  It was the recessional
that was used for the graduates to march into the wide auditorium and take
their places.  There was the sound of hesitant, shuffling feet, and harsh
voices telling us to keep moving.  The whole thing kind of passed by in a
blurry haze.  I kept looking at the backs of the students in front of me,
seeing them in the same burgundy robes that I wore -- except I wasn -(TM)t
wearing anything underneath!  I wondered how my friends were faring.  I
couldn -(TM)t believe Lisa was going to show off her tits and ass to the
entire school.  What a send-off!  The four of us dropping our robes to
reveal everything --

   Before I knew it, my feet had carried me up the short black steps and I
was walking across the stage.  The music continued to surround me.  All the
way on the other side was a raised dais, where sat the principal and
teachers and other honored guests.  They would all see us too.  I kept my
eyes locked straight ahead, careful not to trip or get my robe caught on
anything.  That would be embarrassing!  Near the center of the stage, close
to the edge was a podium, and rows of seats were arranged for the graduates
behind it.  Of course, our graduating class had to be split so that when
these positions were filled up here, the remainder of the student body
proceeded to fill up the first row of auditorium seats.  Alicia, Carrie,
Lisa and I, all had spots under the bright lights of the stage.

   The entrance music came to its conclusion, and we were permitted to sit
down.  As the opening remarks were made, I squirmed a little between the
two boys on either side of me.  Needless, to say, I felt restless and
uneasy.  I crossed my legs at first, mindful of our classmates watching
from below, and the hint of the view they might get.  My bare leg resting
over my knee, the hem of the gown rose up past my shins.  My foot started
bobbing up and down, which I discovered created a delightful sensation in
my naked crotch.  I even let my shoe dangle teasingly from my toes, my bare
heel coming into view.  This lasted for a few moments, until the shoe
slipped off my foot and clunked to the stage!

   Actually, I -(TM)m sure no one noticed, but I felt like all eyes were
upon me.  I quickly uncrossed my legs and reached down to pick up the
clumsy heel, and slipped it back on.  Flustered, I looked around, then
decided to keep both feet on the floor and legs together.  I did however
fold my hands neatly in my lap.  But this only caused me to press the silk
of the gown against my naked skin beneath.  My pussy quivered, moist and
hairless.  When I lifted my arms, I noticed a dark wet spot on the deep red
material!  Fidgeting some more, I loosely rearranged the folds of the gown
and would continue to pick at them throughout the ceremony.

   Somewhere through the valedictorian -(TM)s address, I glanced down the
line of students to my left.  Alicia was sitting several seats away, but
she eventually glanced back and waved at me.  Lisa and Carrie would be
closer to the end of the row.  I felt reassured, and started thinking about
the sight our classmates behind us would enjoy, four teenage female asses
when we took off our robes.  My legs parted ever so slightly.  My fingers
casually wandered up to my neck, and lowered the zipper just half an inch.

   It was decided of course, that night we had concocted this crazy plan,
that we were going to drop our gowns after receiving our diplomas and
everyone had returned to their seats.  My friends and I weren -(TM)t sure
what the reaction of school officials would be, but we wanted to wait until
we had technically graduated, before we pulled off such a stunt.  I
continued to wait as my tummy filled with butterflies, the moment drawing
ever nearer.  And then the Dean of Students started reading off the roll of
names --

   The girl next to the boy that sat to my right stood up and turned her
side to the audience.  Then the boy did the same.  I guess instinct and
those late afternoon rehearsals took over, as I rose to my feet and faced
toward the podium.  I was conscious of the gown sticking to my overheated
body, except where my erect nipples pushed out.  Gosh, I hope no one in the
audience noticed.  What was I saying?  In a few moments, everyone would see
how hard my nipples were, and every inch of the rest of me!  I felt myself
blush as I started marching forward.

   While the Dean announced each name, the Assistant Principal handed each
student their diploma, and shook their hand before they turned around to go
back to their seat.  Family members and friends in the audience had been
instructed to hold their applause until all the graduates had been awarded
their diplomas.  But there were always those people who defied the request,
as if their son or daughter was the most important kid in the school.  I
hoped my parents wouldn -(TM)t embarrass me.

   When my turn came, I was actually ashamed taking the document from the
Assistant Principal, knowing full well that I was completely nude beneath
my gown.  My pointy nipples and clit throbbed as he shook my hand.  As I
looked him in eye, my one thought was that hand had been rubbing my crotch
a little while ago.

    -œCongratulations, Erica! - he said, squeezing my fingers.

   I could only reply meekly,  -œThank you, sir. -

   At last, I had returned to my seat up on stage, and it was only minutes
before my friends and I would put our plan into action.  All eyes in the
audience were on the remaining students parading up to the podium.  Our
classmates, those who had already walked, were now checking out their
diplomas.  I took a deep breath.  This was the opportunity to begin
lowering the zipper on the front of my graduation robe.  My intention was
to get it down completely and unhooked, while keeping the folds firmly
closed over my chest and stomach.  Then it would be simple enough to stand
and shake the light material off my shoulders --

   Oh my gosh, I couldn -(TM)t believe I was doing this!  The zipper had
reached my navel.

   A sudden idea struck me, and I curled my feet around the front legs of
my chair.  Without anybody paying attention, one by one, I kicked off my
shoes.  If I was going to strip naked in front of the school, I was going
to get completely naked!

   Clutching the sides of the opening gown tight, I carefully lifted the
hem so I could undo the zipper.  It popped free, and now only my hands kept
the material concealing the front of my body.  I lowered my legs, my bare
toes touching the hardwood stage floor.  Looking out into the seas of faces
beyond the stage, I could just make out the faces of my fellow students in
the front row.  The rest of the audience was shrouded in the shadows and
darkness of the auditorium.  But they could see me -- they would see all of
me.

   I was so nervous -- and excited too!  Leaning all the way forward, I
looked back down the row to my left.  Sure enough, Alicia turned my way and
smiled.  I watched her giggle, then she stuck her leg out, pulling up the
edge of her gown.  The little tease!  But the thought of her naked up here
with me, along with Lisa and Carrie, made me hot.  I could just picture
Carrie -(TM)s big boobs bouncing as she streaked across the stage.  We were
so close I could taste it!

   And then the last of the graduates marched down the steps, back to the
first row of seats in the auditorium.  There was a hush as the Dean of
Students and the Assistant Principal returned to their own seats on the
dais.  The Principal would make his way to the podium to say a few words,
then allow the assembly to start cheering and applauding.  This was our
moment, our window of opportunity, that fraction of time when we could
steal all the attention on stage.

   Expecting my friends to act in concert, I jumped to my feet, taking
about four steps forward.  My heart beat wildly as I pulled apart the folds
of my gown -- and arched my shoulders free of the material.  Behind me, the
light burgundy fabric, the dark red of our school colors, floated to the
ground.

   I froze, time stood still.

   I was standing totally nude in front of everyone -- completely naked,
except for the graduation cap on my head.

   Everyone was staring at me, at my bare body.  The students behind me,
watched the gentle curve of my back and supple roundness of my cute little
ass.  In shock, I raised up on my toes, and they even caughta glimpse of my
bare sole.  On the dais to my right, the eyes of the school officials went
wide at the sight of my long nipples quivering up and down.  The Principal
and his colleagues had a perfect view of my profile, my hip and the
slenderness of my leg.  Oh no!  The local politician who had given the key
note speech -- he was seeing every inch of me, too, from the tip of my
shoulder, to the curl of my pinky toe!

   As if in slow motion, I brought my hands to my mouth, still disbelieving
what I had just done.  And my entire lower body was on display, from my
creamy thighs to the soft indentation of my stomach narrowing and below,
not a wisp of hair covered my pubic mound.  Oh my gosh, everyone in the
audience was looking at my bald pussy!

   Where were Alicia and Carrie, I thought as I shyly looked over my left
shoulder.  Did I jump up too soon?  Foolishly, I waited a moment,
half-expecting my friends to join me.  It might have only been a second or
a minute, or it felt like hours -- standing here naked in front of the
entire school.  From the corner seat at the edge of the stage, I saw Lisa
rise, but only to get a good look at me.  As the other students opened
their mouths in broad grins and pointed at the various pink parts of my
body, Lisa folded her arms and smirked.

   At that moment, I realized I had been tricked.

   And then I noticed the flashes of cameras going off.  One by one, I
watched the dazzling lights flicker in the darkness of the auditorium, like
stars winking in the night sky.  Instead of covering up, as I should have,
I brought my hands to my head, making sure the graduation cap was securely
in place.  Confused, I whirled around giving the guests in attendance a
treat of my cute little behind.  My classmates who had been sitting up on
stage with me, now they all saw my tits and pussy!  With my fingers
seemingly twined into my hair, I turned and started to run across the
stage.

   But in my anxiousness to flee the scene, I headed in the wrong
direction! Toward the raised dais I hurled my body, pulling up short just
at the last second or else I would have ended up giving the congressman a
lap dance!  I spun around, my ass in his face, and I -(TM)m afraid the
school officials could all see my pink pussy lips from behind.  As I ran
now in the opposite direction, I suppose there were shouts and hooting and
hollering; as well as laughing and exclamations of outrage.  However, at
the moment, it seemed there was a profound gasp of silence except for my
bare feet slapping over the waxed hardwood floor.

   The last thing I remember leaving the stage was Lisa reaching out to
slap me in the butt.  This caused me to finally lower my arms, hands
covering my juicy cheeks.  I skipped down the steps on trembling legs, and
jogged through the wing that opened out into the hallway.

    -œOh my gosh!  Oh my gosh!  Oh my gosh! - I gasped, the thrill of what
had just happened sending a shiver through my body.

   Squeezing my breasts, I leaned against the wall.  I had to pause to
catch my breath.  At least it was quiet out here, for the moment, as no one
had chased after me.  In fact, there was absolutely no one else around,
which gave me a moment to think.  How could I have been so stupid!  I
looked down and saw my pussy lips had parted.  My clitoris was erect,
sticking out of its hood.  Gazing further down my naked leg, I wiggled my
toes on the floor.  Oh, why did I kick off my shoes?  Now I was totally
nude --

   Then I remembered the flat-topped and tasseled mortarboard.  Reaching up
with my hand, I found the hairpins and undid the cap secured to my head. 
As I removed it, I shook out my shoulder-length hair.  But at least now I
had something to cover with.  I held the graduation gap discreetly over my
crotch and started to walk down the hallway.

   Every few seconds, I turned around again, worried that someone would be
following.  What a scene I must have caused!  I don -(TM)t know how I was
going to explain this to my parents.  If Lisa and Carrie and Alicia had
joined me, I could have laughed it off as a graduation prank.  But I was
the only one to strip naked in front of everyone -- oooh, I can -(TM)t
believe they set me up like that!  Still, the thought of all those eyes on
my nude little body was fresh in my mind, and kept my nipples pretty erect!
Well, I just had to get back to the classroom and put my clothes back on.

   As my feet slapped across the tiled floor, I kept my head down and kept
the cap pressed tight against pussy.  Unfortunately, the gold tassel was
tickling my labia and making me very aroused.  I pumped my free arm at my
side as I quickly rounded the corner and worked my way closer to the room.

   Just a few more yards, a couple of more steps -- and then --

    -œWhere do you think you are going, Erica? -

   I suddenly spotted black shoes in front of me.  Stopped barefoot in my
tracks, I looked up and up, and saw the massive girth of the Principal
blocking the door to the classroom!  OK, he wasn -(TM)t that fat, but he
was tall and wide, his bulk filling the doorway.  He frowned as he looked
down at my slender form, crossing his arms over his chest.  It was all I
could do to keep the graduation cap over my vulva, and slung my other arm
across my tits.  I was speechless, dying of embarrassment.

   After a moment of uncomfortable silence, the large man asked,  -œWhere
are your clothes, Erica? -

    -œInside the classroom, - I squeaked and kind of pointed with my small
chin.  I tried to avert my eyes shyly, but found myself drawn to his
disapproving stare.  This was so humiliating!

    -œYou didn -(TM)t have anything on under your graduation robe, Miss? -


   Ashamed, I shook my head.

   The principal paused to consider the situation, it seemed he was
searching his memory.   -œThere was one time, I recall, you were running in
the hallway and bumped into me.  It must have been when you were only a
Sophomore.  You were wearing your gym T-shirt, because you said someone had
stolen your clothes in the locker room.  You -(TM)ve always been careless
with your clothes, haven -(TM)t you?  But tell me, Erica, that day you
really weren -(TM)t wearing anything beneath the T-shirt, were you -- -

    -œNo! - I finally confessed.   -œI didn -(TM)t have on any shorts or
panties! -

    -œBut you did have shoes and socks, didn -(TM)t you? - the Principal
continued, making me relive that day of misfortunes.  I lowered my head,
and curled my bare toes self-consciously.  The lecture continued,  -œAnd
now look at you -- an eighteen-year-old young woman, just graduated, and
you are stark naked! -

   I could tell he was upset.  As I bit my lip, he asked me where my
graduation gown was.  He forced me to admit, even though he saw the whole
thing, that I had slipped it off my shoulders back on stage, during the
ceremony.  Then he suggested since I had little regard for the trappings of
my scholastic achievement, I should hand over the rest of the academic
vestments.

    -œWhat -- what do you mean? - I asked nervously.

    -œThe mortarboard and tassel, - he said without emotion.   -œLet me
have it. -

   My eyes went wide, and I clutched the only thing hiding my frontal
nudity, saving me from totally exposing myself.   -œBut -- right here? -

   When his expression did not change, I realized that I had no choice.  I
looked over my bare shoulder, then back at the principal.  Swallowing a
lump of fear down my throat, I slowly raised my hands, lifting the cap and
presenting it to him.  It felt like the heaviest thing in the world.  But
the man grabbed the cap and yanked it free from my fingers with such force,
I instinctively dropped my arms to my side like an obedient student.

   I stood completely nude before the Principal.  He regarded me for a
moment, the graduation cap tucked under one arm, then he casually pointed
at my pussy.

    -œWhat is that, Erica?  You are eighteen, and you haven -(TM)t reached
puberty yet? -

   The man forced me to confess that I shaved off my pubic hair.  Even as
the words fell from my lips, I shifted my legs slightly apart.  Though my
eyes were closed, I could feel my labia unfolding like a flower.

    -œYour classmates will be returning momentarily, - he announced.  
-œFollow me to the office -- -

   I opened my eyes just in time to see the principal step forward,
shutting the classroom door behind him.  The dark sleeve of his jacket
brushed my arm as he walked past me.  I wasn -(TM)t sure if I was in even
more trouble, or if he meant that in the office I would have more privacy
as the students came marching out of the auditorium.  Why couldn -(TM)t he
just let me get dressed!  Turning around, I decided to follow the man.

   He clearly wasn -(TM)t interested in leering at my nubile body.  In
fact, I had to jog to keep up with him.  He moved quickly for a big man. 
But as I brought my hands up again to regain some modesty, I felt how hard
and extended my nipples were.  I had been so preoccupied with the principal
looking at my bare pussy, I forgot he must have gotten an eyeful of my
titties!  There was no doubt he knew how aroused I was right now.  I felt
myself blush in embarrassment.

   When I reached the main office, the principal ushered me through the
door.  He then casually strolled across the carpet, to take a seat behind
his desk.  But beneath his calm exterior, I sensed he was seething.  I felt
like I was walking on eggshells, so I kind of just stood there with my
hands held politely behind by back.  Maybe I bent one knee forward just a
little, raising up on my toes.

   Oh my gosh!  I was standing in the middle of the principal -(TM)s office
and I wasn -(TM)t wearing a stitch of clothing!

    -œWhat are we going to do about this, Erica? - the man asked as he
templed his fingers in thought.   -œIf I remember correctly, you once
streaked a football game.  And not too long ago, you were caught naked
during a fire drill.  That is most serious, young lady -- -

   I really didn -(TM)t know what to say.  I was already dreadfully
embarrassed, and also scared.  Yet my erect nipples continued to point and
quiver, and I knew my clit was sticking straight out.  A trickle of wetness
ran down the inside of my leg.  This was actually making me very horny!  As
the silence stretched between us, regarding each other intently, I realized
that I might start masturbating in front of my principal!

   Then a group of people shuffled through the door and into the office. 
Instinct finally took over at the prospect of being seen by others, and I
clasped my hands in front of my pussy.

    -œI told you she would be down here! - Alicia said as she came to
stand by my side.

   She was followed by Lisa and Carrie, the two of them chuckling and
finding this all so amusing.  All three of the girls were still dressed in
the graduation gowns.  I looked over at my friends, then back at the
principal behind his desk.  Suddenly a great surge of resentment flooded my
body.

    -œThis is all their fault! - I cried.  Not thinking, I placed my hands
firmly on my hips, letting my labia hang down.

    -œOh? - the Principal raised an eyebrow.

   I suddenly felt very foolish, but I was determined to stand my ground. 
-œYou -- you see, it was all a stupid dare.  And they took off they -(TM)re
clothes, too!  They were going to drop their robes on stage in front of
everyone.  But they tricked me! -

    -œIs this true? - the large man remained seated but shifted his gaze
to the ladies now standing in the room in their heels and burgundy gowns.

    -œTake it off, Carrie! - I demanded, my perky breasts bouncing in
excitement.  I was going to have Carrie stripped in the Principal -(TM)s
Office!   -œSir, make her take off her graduation robe -- -

   The eyes of the strawberry-blonde went wide at she looked from me to the
school official.  He only nodded, which made Carrie -(TM)s mouth hang open
for a moment or two.  Then she slowly turned around to face away from the
desk.  She hesitated, her fingers clutching the zipper just below her neck.
I wondered if our principal would make the others disrobe as well.  Then he
would have four nude young women to deal with.  The thought of my friends
sharing in my humiliation had me licking my lips.  I even brought my hands
up to pinch my nipples.

   Finally, Carrie lowered the zipper and began shuffling the silky
material off her body.  Her smooth bare shoulders came immediately into
view.  I watched her take a deep breath, preparing for the inevitable.  And
then she dropped the gown completely to the floor.

   She was wearing a strapless short mini-dress!

   I couldn -(TM)t believe my eyes as Carrie turned around, and even struck
a pose with one knee bent forward and hands on her hips.  She looked hot,
but she definitely did not look naked!  The strawberry-blonde flipped her
hair back and teasingly stuck her tongue out at me.

    -œBut -- but, how? - I stammered uncomprehending.   -œI saw you!  You
didn -(TM)t have anything on, except your shoes! -

   At this point, the principal arched one eyebrow, clearly exasperated. 
Lisa walked behind me and placed her hands on my shoulders and said,  -œI
think our friend Erica is just a little worked up.  She -(TM)s had an
emotional day.  In fact, I think it was all that pent up stress finally
boiling up, that caused her to pull such a stunt.  I mean, can you imagine
-- she stripped completely naked in front of everyone! -

   I felt my ears burn red in embarrassment, but I also felt Lisa begin
massaging my shoulders, which felt really good.  Standing behind me, she
ran a hand down the curve of my spine.  Then she started gently rubbing my
ass!  Right here, in the Principal -(TM)s Office!  Oh my gosh, I hoped she
wasn -(TM)t going to make me cum --

    -œI -(TM)ve already spoken to her parents, - Alicia was continuing.  
-œI explained that Erica was really nervous about starting college, and
afraid to graduate.  This was her way of letting go, I guess.  I think it
-(TM)s best, sir, if you let us take her off your hands. -

   Now my ears couldn -(TM)t believe what was being said, but the Principal
seemed to give it some consideration.   -œVery well, ladies.  I believe you
can set a good example for your friend.  She really has to learn to put
these childish pranks behind her. -

   At those words, Lisa firmly squeezed my butt cheeks, causing me to
bounce up on my toes.  The Principal brought his serious gaze full upon me,
upon my small breasts sticking out and pink pussy lips that were already
spread open.

    -œNow, Erica, I am going to hold on to your diploma.  You can come back
to the office on Monday to pick it up.  And please come wearing something
-- more decent. -

   My eyes fluttered and my body shook, just a little, as I felt myself
have a small orgasm.  Please come -- Please cum -- I can -(TM)t believe he
said that while I was standing here totally nude!

    -œThank you, - I gasped.

   Closest to the door, Carrie bent down demurely so she could retrieve her
graduation gown.  This she slung over her arm, then straightened out her
dress, which barely went down past her crotch.  She practically glided out
the office door, and Lisa pushed me forward to follow on trembling legs. 
Alicia was last, saying goodbye to the Principal.  I thought I overheard
her saying something about what a pleasure it had been to go to school
here.

   One we were back in the bobby, Lisa shoved me into the waiting arms of
Carrie.  I knew she was a little upset because I tried to get her in
trouble, and tattled on her.

    -œUm, I -- that really is a nice dress, - I tried to sound pleasant.

   Carrie responded by reaching up to pinch my erect nipples and pull me
forward a few steps.   -œYes it is, Erica.  I stripped naked in the girls
bathroom this morning, and left it hanging in one of the stalls.  It -(TM)s
a good thing it was still there when I excused myself from the marching
line.  I took quite a chance, you know.  I could have ended up nude in
front of the principal just like you -- -

    -œI -(TM)m sorry! - I said, breathless, as the taller girl began to
slowly walk her fingers down my bare stomach.  Then she smiled at me.

    -œBut I like your outfit, too! - Carrie giggled, and put her finger in
my pussy.   -œOh my, but what -(TM)s this? -

   I stood mortified as she withdrew her digit and held it up for Lisa to
see.  On her tip, there glistened a sizable pearl drop of my cum.  Carrie,
brought it up to her lips and sucked it off.  When Alicia joined us, Carrie
pointed at my bald crotch, much to my humiliation.

    -œSomeone has been secreting, the dirty little girl! -

   21  -" After Graduation

    -œWhere -- where are you taking me? - I asked as the girls led me out
into the hallway.

   Carrie had a firm grip on my wrist and answered,  -œWell I don -(TM)t
think you want to go back to the classroom, Erica!  It will be crawling
with students and parents and teachers by now. -

    -œOh my, - I gasped.   -œBut my clothes -- -

   Padding along side the strawberry-blonde haired girl, I was completely
naked.  In fact, I was still a little lightheaded over the whole situation.
I had just graduated high school, and had streaked in front of everyone at
the ceremony.  Well, I thought my friends here were going to join me in
this parting prank, but they had set me up.  My small tits bounced
playfully as I danced forward on my bare toes, trying to keep up with the
taller girl.

   Alicia swiftly caught behind me and slapped my ass.   -œDon -(TM)t
worry, Erica, we -(TM)ll take you home -- -

    -œDon -(TM)t worry?  Don -(TM)t worry! - I cried in disbelief.  
-œLook, I don -(TM)t have any clothes on right now, I still have to face my
family, and come back here on Monday to pick up my diploma from the
Principal -- who has already seen all of me! -

   We had reached the lobby entrance to the school, which thankfully was
deserted.  But I knew it would only be for a precious few more moments, as
the graduates finished taking their photos near the auditorium or back by
the classrooms.  I wished we could just keep moving, but here, the four of
us paused.  Carried let go of her hold on me, resting her hands on her
curvy hips as she eyed me up and down.  Embarrassed, blushing, I tried to
hide my breasts with an arm while letting the other one hang in front of my
pussy.  Lisa circled around me like a hawk.

    -œHmmm -- or maybe we could find some place to tie you up and leave you
here, - the bossy blonde bitch said in a serious tone of voice.   -œLike a
parting gift to our Class -- I bet we could think of all sorts of
positions, such as your legs spread, with everything on display! -

   My eyes went wide at the very suggestion, and as if compelled by Lisa
-(TM)s own words, my hands slowly lowered to delicately touch the sides of
my legs.  I -(TM)ve grown proud of them as one of my more attractive
features, long and slender.  Well, for me anyway, since I -(TM)m kind of
short but my legs are proportioned to give the illusion of length.  I guess
because my ass is cute and small, and just beneath my bare crotch, these
shapely stems stretch down all the way to my pretty toes.  Lisa must have
taken my lack of response for compliance.

    -œGood, then you will come along with us, and not give us any trouble?
- Lisa stepped in front of me, lifted my chin with her finger.

    -œHuh? - I blinked, momentarily confused.   -œN-no -- no trouble.  I
promise, I -(TM)ll be good! -

   Lisa nodded in satisfaction, then spun around on her heel.  It occurred
to me at that moment that she and Alicia were still wearing their burgundy
gowns.  Only Carrie had taken hers off, which was worse for me because she
was dressed in a sexy black outfit.  The footsteps of my friends clicked
toward the school entrance, and I was left no choice but to follow in my
bare feet.

    -œAfter you, Erica, - smiled Alicia as she politely held the door open
for me.

   Completely naked, I walked out of the building and paused on the steps
between the two blondes.  It was bright and sunny out, and after being
inside for hours, I needed to shield my eyes using both hands like a visor.


   A car honked its horn and still dazzled, I cried,  -œOh my gosh -- what
was that! -

    -œOh dear, it seems there are some people out here, - Lisa said most
insincerely.   -œWe had better hide your nudity -- -

   Taking her cue, Carrie stood on one side of me and casually held her
hand in front of my left breast.  I could feel her palm brush my elongated
nipple.  Lisa was standing on my right, and did likewise, placing her palm
over my other erect nipple.  It was almost like the two of them were
posing, with me in the middle --

   I heard a snap, or a click, and a whirl --

    -œWhat about my pussy? - I whined.

   Carrie squeezed my tit and laughed,  -œWell our hands can -(TM)t be all
places at once, you know!  Unless you want me to start rubbing you in front
of everybody -- -

    -œEverybody? - I squinted my eyes as I peered out over the parking
lot.  -œHow many people are out here? -

   Suddenly, Lisa grabbed me by the elbow and urged,  -œCome on, little
girl, we better go before a crowd starts to form! -

   As she pulled me off toward the side, I looked over my shoulder to see
maybe a handful of young people pointing and smiling.  They were probably
friends or relatives of the students.  One of them had a camera, another a
cell phone that looked like it could take pictures!  I blushed, thinking
the parting image of my bare backside they would capture.  Fortunately,
Alicia was soon behind me, as all three of my friends rushed my body toward
our getaway car.  However, not before another car sped by and beeped!

   I winced as I hopped across the hot blacktop without any shoes on.  Of
course, in their high heels, the other girls moved more stately, not in
that much of a hurry.  It didn -(TM)t seem like we were being followed. 
Eventually we turned around the corner of the big building, and made our
way in the direction of where Alicia -(TM)s car was parked.

   The first thing Lisa did was make my friend pop open her trunk.  I stood
around nervously, but watched as the two girls peeled off their graduation
gowns and placed them neatly folded in the compartment.  Carrie, who
already had her robe off, threw hers in as well.

    -œCouldn -(TM)t you at least let me wear one of the robes? - I asked,
feeling ashamed of my total nudity.

   They were dressed really nice, though perhaps Alicia more modestly than
the other two.  Lisa -(TM)s tight, white skirt was not as short as Carrie
-(TM)s black micro-dress, but her top was pretty low cut revealing a decent
amount of cleavage.  A bit envious, I brought my hands up to hide my own
smaller tits.

   Carrie walked past me to open up the back seat door, pausing to trace a
finger around my exposed belly button.   -œIt -(TM)s all right, Erica.  Our
robes wouldn -(TM)t have fit you anyway! -

    -œThat -(TM)s right, - Lisa remarked.   -œNow get your naked little
ass in the car before we drive off with out you! -

   I wasn -(TM)t quite sure if that was preferable, not knowing what was in
store for me.  But Carrie jumped in the back, and I found my eyes following
her long shapely legs.  She even kicked off her heels and wiggled her bare
toes at me!  Well, I immediately thought of a naughty idea, which propelled
me into entering the car.  Closing the door behind me, I positioned my body
so I was leaning against the interior panel, facing Carrie.  She did the
same on her side, stretching her leg across the seat -- and started to rub
my pussy with her foot!

   The ignition started, Alicia checked the rearview mirror as she started
pulling out of the parking spot.  I think she shook her head and grinned at
us.

    -œOooooh, yes! - I moaned when Carrie -(TM)s toe entered my bald slit.


    -œHey, you two -- knock it off! - Lisa turned around and snapped.  
-œDon -(TM)t make me come back there!  Carrie, put on your damn shoes. -

   The strawberry-blonde only giggled as she withdrew her legs, it seemed
she enjoyed getting caught pleasuring me.  Quite shyly, she slipped her
feet back into her heels and crossed her legs.  Frustrated, I wondered why
Lisa had to be so bossy, and how come she got to ride shotgun for that
matter!  As we continued to drive out of the school lot, I crossed my arms
self-consciously over my chest.  But the evidence of my arousal could not
be hidden, with my pussy lips pink and puffed out.

   Realizing I needed to do something about my excited condition, I asked
Alicia,  -œSo -- you -(TM)re taking me straight home, right? -

    -œSure, - the long-haired brunette answered, glancing again in the
rearview mirror.   -œWhatever you say, Erica. -

   I guess I breathed a sigh of relief, lowering a hand to cover my crotch.
But I also slouched down in the back seat, suddenly aware that we were
driving through residential streets.  Treetops passed by in rows as the car
moved down the road.  I was just hoping I wouldn -(TM)t get caught like
this.  And then Carrie was clearing her throat next to me.

    -œYou know, it is awfully hot back here.  I could really use a
refreshment. -

   At first I blushed, thinking Carrie -(TM)s initial comment was referring
to my nude body.  If she really wanted to stop for a drink, though, I
wondered what she was getting at.  Maybe when I was dropped off at my
house, she expected to come inside and be offered a beverage.  Lisa had her
passenger window rolled down, and pointed her arm outside.

    -œAlicia, pull into there -- the place called The Juice Box. -

    -œThe what?  What are we doing? - I asked, leaning forward a little.

   Lisa turned to look at me over the headrest and said,  -œCarrie is
thirsty.  And now that she mentioned it, I -(TM)m kind of parched, too. 
Hell, we just graduated, we should celebrate! -

    -œYes, but -- - I felt my mouth starting to go dry, my limbs numb.

    -œOooh, I like this idea! - Alicia giggled.  She eased the car into
the parking lot.   -œWe won -(TM)t leave you out, Erica.  We -(TM)ll get
you something. -

   Great!  Well, I figured I could wait in the car and try to cover up,
while my friends went inside and bought their refreshments.  I crossed my
legs and held a hand over each of my tits and peered out the window.  It
looked like there was no one else around.

   When the car came to a complete stop, Lisa said,  -œNow everyone just
stay here for a moment.  I -(TM)m going to scope things out and explain the
situation -- -

   Explain the situation?  I didn -(TM)t like the sound of that.  But
before I could object or voice my concerns, the dominating blonde opened
her door and stepped outside.  We watched as Lisa confidently strode into
the little parlor shop called The Juice Box.  They had all sorts of treats
like ices, and sodas, and creamy beverages.  The sun beat down through the
back windshield, and I felt a bead of sweat form between my shoulder
blades. A cool drink did sound pretty tempting.

   About a minute later, Lisa approached the side of the car and abruptly
opened the rear passenger door.  I squealed and lifted my legs up, kind of
trying to curl myself into a ball.  My eyes darted past the young woman
standing outside, to see if anyone else might catch a glimpse of my bare
skin.  But Lisa only reached down to grab my arm just above my elbow.

    -œCome on, Erica, time to get our after-graduation refreshments -- -

   Wide-eyed I struggled, even as I slid my legs over the seat.   -œBut you
can -(TM)t -- I -(TM)m completely naked! -

    -œThis ought to be a good one! - Carrie nudged me forward, her hands
lightly on my back.

   Lisa smiled with self-satisfaction.   -œI told the lady behind the
counter that we just graduated, and furthermore, our friend Erica received
a full paid scholarship to college -- as a life drawing model.  There was
just one catch -- -

    -œOh, you must be joking! - I gasped, now standing on the hot asphalt
of the parking lot.  I clasped both my hands over my pussy.   -œShe wouldn
-(TM)t really fall for that, would she? -

   Lisa shrugged her shoulders and then started to turn away.  But not
without issuing a warning,  -œI don -(TM)t know, she didn -(TM)t seem like
the sharpest knife in the drawer.  The key is, she thinks you are an
experienced nude model, so you had better not cover up or look
uncomfortable.  You might give yourself away. -

    -œBut -- - I found my hands obeyed the blonde -(TM)s command before I
could even consider my actions, and dropped them to my sides.  My hairless
vulva glistened in the bright sunlight.   -œWhat if I refuse to go in? -

   The driver-side car doors slammed shut, and Alicia clicked the
electronic lock and said,  -œThen I suppose you would have to find another
way home! -

   My three friends stepped on to the curb, about to enter the little shop.
I was left standing stark naked in the middle of the parking lot, in the
early afternoon.  Desperate, I looked around, heeding Lisa -(TM)s words and
not covering my private parts.  Instead, my fingers ran through my hair
nervously, twisting a sandy brown lock.  My other finger absently grazed
and flicked a nipple, which was long and pointy.  Oh, this was no good! 
Yet I knew the girls were not beneath stranding me here.  I took a deep
breath, rubbing my flat stomach, then my leg moved forward.

   When I entered through the door, the air conditioning hit my body,
causing my already rock hard nipples to stick up at the ceiling.  Like a
magnet, I felt drawn to the service counter where my friends were waiting.
My bare feet padded over the black and white checkered tiles, and I
realized my other hand was still teasing a locket of my hair making me
appear as a sassy schoolgirl.  My other arm swung easily at my side, and I
think I swished my nude hips as I crossed the floor.  I really didn -(TM)t
mean to act so brazen, but I was just playing the part.

    -œHmmm, so you -(TM)re the art model? - the woman behind the counter
evaluated me, her head resting on her arms folded atop the glass shelf.

   I nodded, yes, as I came within a foot of the woman.  She looked like
she was in her late twenties, maybe thirty.  The lady had curly blonde hair
and green eyes.  Her voice, the way she spoke, was sweet as honey and kind
of had a southern drawl.

    -œA scholarship, huh? - she continued.   -œI thought that was for
sports or people with some smarts.  Never heard of one for taking off your
clothes. -

    -œIt -(TM)s a new program -- - I blurted out.

   The counter lady smiled but continued on,  -œWell, you sure are a pretty
little thing.  But I guess they really make you earn your money!  What
-(TM)s it like, all those people seeing you naked all the time? -

   I was starting to get all fidgety under this scrutiny, and I clasped my
hands behind my back to keep from touching myself.  With the front of one
foot brushing the back of my other calf I answered uncomfortably,  -œUm, it
-(TM)s all right -- you get used to it. -

    -œYou know you -(TM)resticking out, darling? -

   On either side of me, Alicia, Carrie, and Lisa burst out laughing.  I
was so embarrassed!  Quickly I turned around so the lady wouldn -(TM)t see
me blushing, although my butt must have been bright pink.  On the other end
of the shop were some empty booths and tables for the customers, and I
started walking in this direction to find an escape from all these prying
eyes.

   Over my shoulder I heard the woman call out,  -œI -(TM)m sorry, sweetie
-- it must be very sensitive. -

   I just put my head down and quickened my steps to the table.  Did she
mean the topic itself was sensitive, or was she actually talking about my
little button?  I couldn -(TM)t figure it out, but knowing her eyes were on
my bouncing ass was making me hot.  I hurriedly slid into the booth and
crossed my legs.  Meanwhile, the girls finally placed their orders and
waited to take their drinks before joining me.

    -œYou haven -(TM)t been pleasuring yourself, have you? - Carrie asked
as she scooted me further behind the table with a bump of her hip.

   Alicia and Lisa came around from the other side, their skirts brushing
the vinyl cushion of the booth.  I was positioned between the two blondes,
directly behind the center of the table.  From here, I had a clear view of
the service counter at the front of the store, and within sight of the
service lady.  Also, in the process of jostling and repositioning
ourselves, my legs had come uncrossed.  Lisa -(TM)s hand on my thigh
prevented me from regaining even a little modesty, and I found I couldn
-(TM)t answer Carrie -(TM)s question.

    -œWell then, - she continued,  -œSince you ran away, I didn -(TM)t
know what you wanted to cool off.  So I got you this -- -

   Carrie then proceeded to hand me what appeared to be a cherry Popsicle.
I took it from between her fingers with my own hand trembling a little. 
Then I watched as she took a long slurp on the straw of her icy drink. 
Finally, feeling like I should do something, I removed the paper wrapper
from the Popsicle and touched the tip with my tongue.  It was cold!  But
the cherry flavor, I had to admit, was delicious.  Carrie had made a good
choice.  Now my mouth molded with the frozen treat, and I eagerly lapped my
tongue along its side.  For some reason, doing this stark naked made me
feel incredibly horny, and I absently stretched my legs out beneath the
table while tweaking one my nipples.

   At the same time, Lisa was rubbing the inside of my thigh making me
wetter by the minute.   -œWow, Erica, I think John might be jealous -- -

    -œNah, he -(TM)s not nearly as enjoyable as that Popsicle, - Carrie
commented out of nowhere.

   We all turned amazed to look at our strawberry-blonde friend.  My eyes
were wide and attentive, but I continued to suck on my frozen treat. 
Alicia laughed in disbelief and asked Carrie if she and John had slept
together.

   She shrugged her shoulders and confessed,  -œIt was really no big deal.
We were bored one night, and well, you know how these guys are -- -

    -œWhy, Carrie, you little slut! - Lisa said dryly, but was apparently
only teasing.

   Suddenly, Carrie reached beneath the table and grabbed my bare leg,
squeezing my thigh.   -œYeah, but I was only curious.  Besides, it -(TM)s
much more fun playing with Erica! -

   I know I turned bright red as the girls all giggled.  Thinking back over
the year, I really didn -(TM)t know how to describe our relationship.  I
mean Alicia was my best friend, but Carrie really knew how to get me
excited.  In fact, right at that moment, sitting in the booth in the
ice-cream shop, I felt ready to explode.  The four of us continued to
reminisce and gossip, although I mostly listened, too preoccupied with my
nudity to contribute anything substantive.

   Finally Lisa turned to me and asked,  -œErica -- would you be a dear and
toss our trash away? -

   Twiddling my own wooden Popsicle stick between by fingers, I found
Alicia and Lisa -(TM)s crumpled drink cups pushed into my other hand.  My
eyes wandered to the garbage reciprocal that was on the other side of the
shop and shoved in a corner.  Close to the restrooms, I thought maybe this
wasn -(TM)t a bad idea as I could take a moment to slip inside and relive
myself.

   With my hands full, I expected Carrie to get up from the table in order
to let me out.  But instead, the provocative young woman invited me to
climb over her!  Certainly, I was slim enough to move across her, but it
would be a tight fit.  Still facing forward, I first draped one leg over
her own bare leg.  Soon, I was practically sitting in her lap.  I leaned
forward as much as I could, causing my pussy lips to brush the surface of
the table.  Of course, with my hands occupied, I was totally helpless
against her fingers roaming across my lower body, tickling me from behind!
Thankfully, I escaped her clutches before she brought me to an embarrassing
orgasm.

   A couple of unsteady steps onto the floor of the shop, and I turned my
head to look over my shoulder, flashing a look that told Carrie she was a
naughty girl.  She only winked and playfully stuck her tongue out at me. 
Now I straightened myself and regained a little bit of composure, stepping
gracefully toward the trash bin, totally nude.  My toes were light as I
crossed the distanced and dumped all our disposables.

   Just as I was wiping my hands of any grime or stickiness, the door to
the men -(TM)s restroom slammed open.  I hadn -(TM)t seen any other
customers in here, so I was absolutely shocked, just standing there and not
covering anything.  As it turns out, it was not a customer, but a fifteen
or sixteen-year-old boy who worked at the shop!  He had a silly little
paper hat atop his head, a white apron, and several towels and cloths slung
over his shoulder.  The teenager walked right in front of me, stopped, and
gaped at my nubile body.

   In the back of my mind, I remember Lisa telling me that I had to act
natural, to be able to pull off my excuse for being naked.So as humiliated
as I was, I forced myself to casually lower my arms.  Unfortunately, my
nipples were sticking straight out, and all Carrie -(TM)s teasing had left
my labia hanging out in the open!

    -œOh, wow -- - he exhaled, a string of drool hanging from his mouth.

    -œI -(TM)m going to college as a nude model, - I informed him in my
most confident, haughty voice, then spun around on my bare heel to return
to my friends.

   I could feel the eyes of the boy roving all over my backside.  From the
tips of my smooth shoulders, down the elegant curve my spine, my supple
behind and the length of my slender naked legs.  There was nothing I could
do to prevent my ears burning bright red, although thankfully they were
concealed my hair.

   When I reached the table, I waited impatiently for Lisa, Alicia, and
Carrie to get up.  They made me stand there for a few moments, while I
fidgeted and reached an arm across my stomach to clutch my other elbow, and
shyly stood on the toes of one foot.  Looking back over my shoulder, I saw
that the shop-worker had not moved but continued to enjoy my unclothed
form.

    -œCan we go already? - I hissed through my teeth.

    -œMmmm, you look like you -(TM)re ready to go, - Carrie replied with
great meaning, as she finally slid out of the booth.

   I could only lift up a hand to twist the ends of my hair, watching my
other friends rise from the table.  They graciously stood behind me,
blocking the teenager -(TM)s view, and Lisa -(TM)s fingertips on my bare
back propelled me forward.

    -œBye, bye, sweetie, - the counter lady called out as I approached the
exit.   -œGood luck in college -- hope to see you around! -

   Trying to be polite, I smiled and waved goodbye.  Then Carrie pushed
open the doors and I followed her outside.  Only to be greeted by an older
couple walking toward the shop!

    -œOh my! - the white-haired woman gasped at the sight of me, naked as
a jaybird in broad daylight --

   Carrie giggled, and the other girls pushed me to keep me moving, as I
stepped into the warm afternoon air.  Before I knew it, my friends had me
by the hands, pulling me toward Alicia -(TM)s car.  I skipped over the
parking lot asphalt, and they opened the driver side back door for me to
climb in.  I was on my hands and knees crawling across the upholstery as
Carrie came sliding in behind me.

    -œNow that -(TM)s an inviting position, - she chuckled.

   Oh how I wished she had something to stick up there!  I found myself
really flushed and excited -- I even wiggled my butt in her face, but then
the car started and we were pulling back out onto the street.  The motion
of the vehicle kind of dropped me back into a sitting position, although
one leg was lifted up on the seat with my foot tucked beneath me, knee
sticking out, while my other leg was stretched forward, hiding nothing.

    -œHey, Lisa! - Carrie looked at me, then pointed her chin up at the
front passenger seat.   -œAfter we drop off Erica, and go back to your
house, can we go swimming? -

   The blonde maneuvered herself around so she could address us both.  
-œWell, I -(TM)m not letting you borrow one of my bathing suits, so what do
you have in mind? -

   Here, Carrie glanced at me and licked her lips, then answered almost
with a purr,  -œI -(TM)m just dying to strip off this dress -- you know I
-(TM)m not wearing anything underneath -- and maybe I could go
skinny-dipping? -

   Her words had an incredible effect on me, as I pictured her taking off
her clothes in Lisa -(TM)s back yard and jumping into the pool.  Maybe
afterward she would be laying out, catching some sun, totally nude.  I didn
-(TM)t realize it, but my hand had drifted down and started rubbing my
pussy.

    -œSo just how horny are you? - Lisa mocked me.

   I blushed, to be caught masturbating in my best friend -(TM)s car, I
mean right in front of two other girls!  This was unbelievable, and I was
going to be in college in just a few months!  But the more I thought about
the day -(TM)s events, the closer I was bringing myself to the edge --

    -œAll right, Erica, here -(TM)s the plan.  We -(TM)ll take you home so
you could finish whatever you need to do.  Then later tonight, I want you
to join us at my graduation party. -

    -œBut, but -- - I stammered, still gliding a finger over my soft lower
lips.   -œWon -(TM)t there be other students there?  Friends from school
who all saw me -- -

   Lisa grinned her evil grin and replied,  -œWell, yes, they -(TM)ve all
seen you naked.  So now maybe they would like to see you when you -(TM)re
dressed!  I expect you to be there no later than 10:00pm -

    -œBut how will I explain -- oh my, that will be so embarrassing! -

   Turning to face Alicia who was about to drive onto my block, Lisa said,
-œI think there is a little league game scheduled at the park today.  Why
don -(TM)t we head over there and drop Erica off -- -

    -œNo, no! - I cried and brought my knees together, hugging my body.  
-œI -(TM)ll come to your graduation party, Lisa!  I -(TM)m sure it will be
fun. -

    -œOh, it will be, - the bossy blonde said with a mischievous glint in
her eye.   -œIt will be. -

   22  -" Lisa -(TM)s Party

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Carrie giggled, "That's what makes it fun.  But wait 'till you hear what
happens if you draw an Ace!"

   I raised my light eyebrows inquisitively, but also felt my body shiver a
little as the girl continued.

   "Well, ladies, if you don't play your cards right and happen to draw an
Ace -- you have to remove a piece of clothing!"

   Now we all giggled and squirmed here on the love seat.  Out of the
corner of the eye, I think I noticed a mixed group of people taking an
interest in what we were discussing.  I watched mesmerized as someone
filled up those little pint-sized plastic cups.  First a set with mineral
water, and then another set with something that must have come from the
liquor cabinet of Lisa's parents.  Before I knew it, three cards were laid
face down in front of me.

   "How many pieces of clothing are you wearing?" Alicia whispered in my
ear.

   I crossed my arms, and clutched my elbows in opposite hands.  "Um, well
if you count each shoe as one item -- then four all together."

   "Oh my, how enticing!" the girl dealing the cards laughed.  "So as long
as you don't draw all four Aces, you won't end up naked --"

   My ears turned bright red at even the thought, while those around us
erupted in cheers and whistles.  For some reason, I felt really confined,
sitting there on the couch, as if I was trapped.  It seemed more of a crowd
had slowly drifted into the cozy room, giving us their attention.  All of a
sudden, I felt hands on my shoulder from behind.

   "So what are you waiting for, Erica?" Lisa's words dripped onto my skin.
"Draw your first card!"

   Swallowing a lump of fear and excitement, I instinctively reached out my
hand, fingers hesitating just above the card.

   "One more rule," the girl sitting in front of the table said.  "Once you
begin, you have to play out each round -- no matter which cards you draw!"

   This brought an appreciative gasp from our audience.  And now my heart
was really beating faster.  I looked around me, to find Carrie and Alicia
offering grins of assurance.  And Lisa the bitch stood over me, to make
sure I wasn't going anywhere.

   "Wait a minute," I said, stalling for time.  "If this is supposed to be
a game, shouldn't I be playing against somebody?"

   There was some mumbling among the guys and girls who had gathered
around. I was feeling pleased with myself, as if I had pointed out a flaw
in their little scheme.  And then suddenly, a young man did step forward,
and he plopped himself down in front of the coffee table.  It was Henry,
the boy I used to have a crush on!

   "I'll play you, Erica," He said in a challenging tone of voice. 
"Although I not sure how much drink that tiny body of yours can handle.  Um
-- I believe you were about to draw your first card?"

   Frustrated, I crossed my slender legs so he couldn't look up my dress.
Then I bit my lip and turned over the card on the left.  It was a Queen of
Hearts.  The crowd applauded, and I quickly had one of the cups with booze
shoved in my face.

   "Gaaagh!" I sputtered and nearly gagged as I gulped down a mouthful of
the drink.  "What is this stuff?"

   Behind me, Lisa ran her fingernails through my shoulder-length hair and
said, "Oh don't worry.  It's some of Daddy's best.  I don't think it will
kill you."

   Amid the laughter, Henry bravely flipped over his card to reveal a Jack
of Spades.  He coolly took his drink of alcohol, then tossed the cup away.

   "Hey watch it!" Lisa complained.  "You spill any of that stuff on this
carpet, and I'll make you clean it up with your tongue!"

   When I cautiously turned over the next card, I was grateful to see it
was a Ten of Diamonds.  I accepted the much-needed cup of water, and then
waited for Henry to take his turn.  He drew a King of Diamonds.  Taking
another quick shot of liquor, the boy only laughed, although he was mindful
to put the cup down gently.  He didn't seem bothered by the drink, but
maybe if I got him drunk enough, we could end this silly game.

   My next card was a Jack of Clubs.  Reluctantly, I had another shot,
which I managed to get down without spitting up.  Henry ended the round
with yet another drinking card, the King of Hearts.  Three shots for him,
but he didn't seem the worse for it.  Meanwhile, I was getting nervous
about the ones we had already discarded, and the four Aces were still out
there.

   Sure enough, the very first card I chose to open the next round, was the
Ace of Clubs.  Damn!  I glanced over my shoulder shyly, as the crowd hooted
and clapped and cheered.  What could I do?  I had been backed into this
corner, so I simply lowered my arms and slipped off one of my heels.  This,
Carrie picked up and discreetly passed over her shoulder to Lisa.

   Henry smiled, and casually flipped over his card -- a Ten of Spades.  He
actually looked disappointed!  Still, he raised his cup of water to me in a
mock salute, and then tilted his head back.  Now all eyes were upon me
again, as I reached to make my next move.  Damn!  Ace of Hearts --

   "Quit it, Alicia!  I can do this myself!" But my brunette friend had
reached down and already taken off my other shoe.

   This was also passed overhead to Lisa, while Carrie slid off the couch
and knelt on the carpeted floor.  She gently took my foot in her hand and
began rubbing and tweaking my toes.  That did feel really nice, and helped
keep my mind off the game's escalating situation.  I almost didn't notice
that Henry had drawn another card, the Queen of Spades, and had gulped down
another hard drink.  Now maybe the boy was looking a bit flushed in the
face, but everyone was waiting for me to continue.

   Just one more card, and my round would be over.  But what if it was
another Ace?  I could be sitting here in just my little underwear!  Even
worse, the very idea had made my nipples harden and stick straight out.  I
put one hand over my eyes, and tenuously flipped over the card.  I was
relieved to see the Jack of Hearts.  Although it meant another horrible
drink, at least I could keep my dress on!

   Henry drew a Queen of Diamonds for his last card of the round.  He took
his gulp, and it seemed his eyes were starting to glaze over.  I grinned to
myself, thinking that I might actually be winning.  I mean, maybe I was
completely bare foot, but this guy was looking ready to pass out.  Aroused
by the teasing possibility of success, I found myself anxious for the next
set of cards to be dealt.

   Still, I had to be cautious.  One wrong hand, and my fortunes could
reverse in a hurry.  Excitedly, I rubbed my feet on the carpet, and tapped
my fingers in a mysterious rhythm on the face down card.  It was like a
superstitious voodoo ritual, and the guys and girls in the room were
getting into it, as I built the suspense.  Slowly I turned the card over --
Ten of Hearts!  I let out a sigh of relief, and there was a collective gasp
around me.

   Now I was really getting into it.  I did a quick tabulation in my head.
There was just one Ten left, two Aces, and the rest were drinking cards. 
It was like it had become a contest to see what would happen first, Henry
getting drunk, or me stripped naked.  I thought I liked my chances, because
there was equal opportunity that he might pull an Ace and have to take
something off as well.  Well, in point of fact, on his first turn, Henry
drew a Queen of Clubs.  A little less confident, he picked up the cup, took
his drink, and placed it back on the table.

   Hands on my knees, I batted my eyelashes and smiled at the
eighteen-year-old-young man.  He looked like he was about to tip over.  I
did my ritual again, much to the delight of our audience.  I rubbed my bare
feet on the carpet, did a mini air-drum solo, and tapped the card I was
about to turn over, as if I was communing with the Great Party Game
Spirits. Everyone was cheering and clapping, as my fingers flipped the card
face up.

   Ace of Spades.

   Oh no!  Just like that, I sobered quickly, and put my hands over my
mouth.  Realizing that I was now going to have to take off my dress, Henry
broke into a broad drunken grin.  There was whistling and cheering, as
Alicia and Carrie took my hands and lifted me to my feet.  I guess half the
house and everyone outside didn't know what was going on in here.  But
there were maybe twenty people in this room, some faces familiar, some
college aged.

   "Wait --" I cried, desperately trying to think of a way out of this.

   But my friends, the girls on either side of me, were eager to grab the
bottom ends of my dress and do a little shimmy dance like game show
hostesses.  Alicia and Carrie began to slowly raise the material, revealing
first my thighs -- then my sheer white panties.  There was a lot of
applause as my sexy trim stomach came into view.  Next thing I knew, the
satiny fabric was all around my face and my arms were raised high in the
air.  But being shorter than the other girls, they had no difficulty in
whipping the dress all the rest of the way off my body, and tossed it
behind the couch.

   I now stood topless in front of everybody, and in fact, I was only
dressed in a tiny pair of panties!  My nipples were fully erect, almost
pointing straight up.  It seemed like I basked for a moment in my
embarrassment, before thinking to lift my hands and cover my small breasts.
Behind me, Lisa reached forward and pulled on the elastic band, peeking
down my butt crack.

   "Cute underwear, Erica --" She said, people in the room whistled,
pointed, and laughed.

   When my panties were snapped against my lower back, I firmly planted my
ass on the couch, crossing legs and crossing my arms over my chest.  I
wished there was a throw pillow around or something that I could hide over
my body.  But instead, Carrie and Alicia took their seats at my side,
snuggling against me and rubbing my bare arms.

   I watched as Henry finally drew his next card.  My only hope was if it
turned out to be the last Ace.  But instead, it was the King of Clubs.  He
steadied himself, placing both his hands on the low table, then picked up
his shot of liquor.  I was doubtful how much longer he could hold out.  But
then, I didn't have a whole lot to hold onto either --

   "Now remember," the girl who introduced us to this game faced me.  "You
have to play out this round, no matter what card it is."

   I'm sure everybody in the room was thinking the same thing.  If that
card was the Ace, I would have to strip totally naked!  Once in a day was
bad enough, but to be seen like that at Lisa's party was too much.  I
looked around nervously, and even ran a hand through my hair, exposing a
pink nipple.  Then I clutched both my titties in my other arm, and bent
forward to turn the next card.

   It was the Ten of Clubs.

   A groan of disappointment escaped the crowd, and I realized that my
heart was beating wildly.  I sank back into the sofa, clasping hands over
my breast in relief.  Then I remembered to cross my legs, fearing people
might notice my camel toe pussy through the panties.  Carrie was good
enough to take a cup of water and bring it to my lips.  Of course, before
she returned the cup to the table, she took a moment to trace her hand
around my belly button.  She came teasingly close to slipping inside my
panties!

   "OK, listen up," the girl with cards announced.  "There are just three
cards left.  Here is what we'll do.  Erica can choose one, and Henry can
choose one.  And then we'll see how much we will get to see --"

   The room burst into more cheers and whistles, obviously anticipating
that I might draw the final Ace.  Suddenly, I jumped to my feet, standing
in a room full of people in just my brief white panties.  An arm slung
across my tits, I had one knee bent forward, and the leg kind of raised on
my pretty little toes.

   "No, wait!" I cried, holding out my fee hand.  "The last round ended --
I quit.  Henry wins, OK?"

   As her guests grumbled, Lisa walked around the couch, holding my dress
and shoes in her arms.  "Well that doesn't seem very fun, Erica.  You know,
if you don't continue the game, I'm going to keep your clothes until the
end of the party."

   I was quiet for a moment, as all eyes turned on me to see what I would
do.  Their stares drank in every inch of my body, wearing but the skimpiest
of underwear.  With my hands cupping my breasts, I turned around to face
Lisa, and the party guests had a full view of my panty-clad ass.

   "Fine," I said bravely.  "Keep them!"

   I don't think there was anyone more shocked in that room than myself as
I spun on my heel and padded across the carpet.  Carefully, I kept my
elongated nipples shielded by my two palms.  I was afraid if I had lost my
panties, everyone would see how horny I really was.

   "Excuse me," I said shyly as I walked between two of our graduated
classmates.

   As I stepped into the hallway outside, I did not immediately notice that
Henry had passed out on the floor.  All I kept thinking was how
embarrassing this was, and that I couldn't believe I was walking around
Lisa's house full of people in just my underwear.  When I stepped barefoot
into the other rooms, all eyes were upon me.  Some smiled knowingly, others
wore confused expressions.  One girl called me a dirty name, but most of
the guys seemed to appreciate my new outfit.

   Actually, I had a plan to try and salvage some dignity.  Or maybe it was
just the alcohol working its way through me.  I did feel a little
light-headed.  But I needed to head toward the other end of the house, and
make my way toward the backyard.  However, as I shuffled down the hallway,
rubbing against bodies that were wearing clothes, I was stopped when I
crossed in front of the refreshment bar.

   "Hey, Erica," a young man from our school approached me.  "You look so
beautiful.  Can I pour you a drink?"

   Blushing from the compliment, I paused and lifted a hand to twist the
ends of my hair.  I also struck a bashful pose, rubbing a bare foot behind
my other leg.

   "You look like you could use a drink," he continued and handed me a
glass.

   For some reason, those shots of liquor really did make me feel kind of
thirsty.  Without thinking, I accepted his refreshment, lifting the glass
to my mouth.  This left my small but perky tits uncovered, with nipples
poking straight at the guy.  He then asked me if I wanted to dance!  Well,
while the idea of doing a nearly naked dance in the middle of the room was
exciting to me, and it would be nice to feel another person's hands on my
body -- I told him that I had to refuse.

   "I lost my clothes in a party game," I finally confessed as the boy took
my glass and continued to walk with me.

   Unfortunately, his company put me somewhat at ease, lowering my guard.
And I suppose the effects of the alcohol didn't help, as I now lowered my
arms and swung them easily at my sides.  My bare breasts bounced playfully
with my steps, and I allowed him to open the glass sliding door for me,
leading to Lisa's backyard.

   I now walked outside in just my little underwear.  I wasn't covering
anything.  The lights that were strung from the house shined down in a
multitude of colors, and there was loud music playing here as well.  I saw
a few couples making out in various places.  Other people stopped and
stared at me.  There were whistles and more comments, as I calmly made my
way to the in-ground pool.

   No one had thus far disturbed the sparkling blue water.  I sat down on
the edge, and lowered my legs into the pool.  Leaning back on the heels of
my hands, I let my feet kick and make playful splashes.  The boy who had
walked me this far was still standing in disbelief.  I suppose it was nice
of him to stay near, and keep any of the other guys from trying anything
funny.  Then again, I'm sure he enjoyed looking down at my lean figure and
bare tits, nipples fully extended.

   "I was thinking about going for a dip," I looked up and said casually.

   The young man smiled and asked if I wanted him to hold my clothes.  I
laughed, knowing that all I had on was a pair of panties.  And then I told
him that I wasn't going skinny-dipping.

   With that, I slowly lowered myself into the water, the level rising to
just above my bellybutton.  It was cool at first, but also very refreshing.
I waded out a little further, moving toward the deep-end.  Of course, the
thought did enter my mind that I should lose the panties entirely.  But the
whole point was I was trying to avoid these people seeing me in the nude.
So I made sure my underwear was snugly in place, and swam deeper into the
pool.

   When I climbed up the ladder on the other side, I shivered in the night
air as my feet slapped onto the marble slate.  I slicked my hair back,
water dripping down and glistening off my nubile body.  Looking down, I saw
that my clinging panties had turned transparent, and there was no secret
that my pussy was hairless.  But what I didn't anticipate was that my
little button was also hardening, and was now poking at the wet material.
How embarrassing!  And I had nothing to cover up with --

   Suddenly, I saw Carrie walking along the side of the pool, swaying her
curvy hips as usual.  Above the regular party noises, I could hear the
click of her black heels on the cement as she approached me.  It looked
like she had something slung over her arm.

   "Silly Erica!  Did you go for a little swim without telling me?" the
strawberry-blonde teased.

   As my friend stepped in front of me, she reached out and tweaked one of
my nipples.  I then noticed that it was a towel she was carrying.  This was
kind of what I had planned -- that if I jumped into Lisa's swimming pool,
she would have to give me something to dry off.  Carrie held the towel open
and before me like a screen.

   "Come on, girl, let's get you out of those soggy things before you catch
cold!" she laughed.

   My eyes went wide, and heart started beating fast again.  "What?  Out
here?  You want me to take off my panties out here --"

   Carrie wiggled her hips and motioned the towel like a prized
bull-fighter.  "Yeah, come on.  I'll cover you right up!"

   Well, I guess my underwear did feel kind of uncomfortable right now,
while that big snugly brown towel looked pretty inviting.  Again, I was
blocked from the view of other people by the buxom, taller girl.  So I
shrugged my bare shoulders and hooked my thumbs inside the wet elastic
band. Quickly, I peeled them down my legs and off my feet.  Now standing
totally naked, my pink labia began to unfold as my friend drank in my
nudity.

   "Nice flower," Carrie whistled appreciatively.  "Seems a shame to cover
it up --"

   "Hurry, Carrie!" I urged, growing more anxious and even hornier by the
second.

   The seductive eighteen-year-old finally took a step forward so she could
wrap the towel around my slender body.  It enfolded me once, and then I was
able to tuck in the edges in the middle of my chest.  The hem started just
above my breasts, and fell to about the middle of my thigh.  While I was
embarrassed to be out here in Lisa's backyard in just this towel,
technically not wearing any clothes at all, I had to admit the fabric felt
really soft on my skin.

   "All right, let's get you inside!" Carrie reached out to grab my hand
and pull me away from the pool.

   I helplessly followed after her, my feet slapping over pavement, and my
other hand griping the front of the towel tight.  Passing by the boy who
had walked me out here, I wondered if he had caught a glimpse of me
shedding those panties.  Carrie and I passed through more groups of people
on our way back into the house.  But it was getting late, and more and more
of these party guests were too drunk to care or too involved with
activities of their own.

   Unsure where we were going, I could only keep jogging to match Carrie's
longer strides and jiggling body.  We continued hand in hand down the
hallway and into another sitting room.  There was a winding set of stairs
around the corner.

   Carrie turned to me and said, "Hmmm -- let's see where these go!"

   "Do you think it's all right?" I asked nervously.  "What about Lisa and
her parents?"

   "Oh, Lisa's parents left her to mind the house on her own.  They're very
trusting of their daughter.  Frankly, I don't think they wanted to be
bothered with the craziness of this party."

   "Oh, I see --" I murmured as we climbed to the second floor.

   It was fairly spacious up here as well, with some vanity rooms and
washrooms branching off the main corridor.  My friend peeked in, opening
the door to one room.  Apparently one she was looking for as she groped
around and flicked on the light.  Padding a couple of steps across the
salmon colored carpet, I realized we were in the master bedroom!

   Turning my head around, I faced Carrie and said, "We shouldn't be in
here!"

   "Oh relax, Erica!  It's actually nice to be away from all that noise
downstairs."

   Now that she mentioned it, there was a certain peaceful quality to this
isolated room.  The music and voices had been reduced to a faint hum,
barely heard through the floor.  As I inched shyly closer to the bed,
Carrie disappeared into the side bathroom and came out with a brush.

   "Must comb out the tangles in your pretty hair," she giggled.

   The girl led me to an ornate table off to the side, with a wide mirror
and a little pink bench in front.  She instructed me to sit, and I made my
back very straight as I watched the reflection before my eyes.  Behind me,
Carrie started to gently pull the brush through the strands of my hair,
darkened from the pool water.  Her technique was terrific, the teeth of the
comb gliding through my soft tresses, and it felt so good!  Her touch on my
skin, sometimes playing with my ears, or massaging the back of my neck and
shoulders, soon had me purring like a kitten.

   I slowly undid the towel and let it drop to the floor.  Carrie continued
to brush out my hair as I sat completely naked on the seat.  Occasionally,
she would run her fingertips down my spine, or reach around to cup one of
my breasts.  When she was finished, she lifted me to my feet and turned me
around to face her.

   "There, Erica -- all done," she whispered.  "Are you dry enough to get
onto the bed?"

   In reply, I now took her hand, and had her follow me toward the center
of the room.  I hopped onto the mattress, and then scooted my bare butt up
until I reached the pillows and headboard.  Carrie did a sultry little walk
around the foot of the bed, and then climbed on top of the sheets from the
side.

   With her still fully clothed, and me absolutely naked, I think it only
heightened my arousal.  She slid up next to my body, and placed her hand
between my breasts.  Very slowly and sensuously, Carrie traced her fingers
further down my stomach, causing me to arch my back when she paused just
above my bald pubic mound.  I was on the edge of pent up excitement,
quivering beneath her touch, and then she softly stroked my pussy lips.

   "Ooooh!" I moaned with breathless passion.

   Carrie giggled at my response and continued to finger my little button.
But she also lowered her head against my bosom, and took one of my breasts
in her mouth.  Running her tongue all around the areola, she suckled on my
tender nipple.

   "Oh, yes!" I cried.  "Carrie -- Carrie, take off your clothes!"

   "Oh, you want to see me naked, huh?" the busty blonde teased.

   I eagerly licked my lips and rubbed the heels of my feet on the bed
sheets.  "Mmmm hmmm --"

   Carrie rolled over momentarily and swung her long legs over the side of
Lisa's parents' bed.  While I idly rubbed my pussy, I watched as she bent
down to undo the straps of her heels.  First I heard one shoe drop to the
floor with a clunk, and then the other.  Then the strawberry-blonde climbed
back onto the bed, standing on the mattress.  She carefully stepped over so
that she was positioned directly above me.  I had been waiting for this
moment, it seemed, all day!

   As my friend crossed her arms to grip the opposite ends of her short
dress, she gradually eased the material up her hips.  By the time her trim
golden fleece came into view, it was obvious she had not been wearing
panties.  I held her legs on either side of me, while Carrie raised her
dress higher and higher, revealing her bare tummy.  She was right about to
lift it over her breasts and off her body completely, when suddenly the
bedroom door flew open!

   "Oh, hello, girls!" Lisa marched into the room.  "Not interrupting
anything, am I?"

   I watched Carrie pull down her dress so fast, covering her ass and
smoothing down the front of the material.  Guiltily, she two stepped over
to the side of the bed and hopped to the floor.  Still in a mixed state of
arousal and shock, I was left lying spread eagle with my labia unfolded and
hanging out.

   Lisa shot a disapproving glance at Carrie and said, "You should know
better."

   "Yes, but just look at Erica," she grinned.  "All naked and juicy."

   I couldn't believe they were talking about me like I was dessert or
something!  After a moment's consideration, Lisa walked to the edge of the
bed, reached over and wiggled my big toe.

   "Well, you did do a good job of stripping her nude --"

   At her touch and those words, I started to slide my knees up, desiring
some modesty.  "What -- what does that mean?"

   "It means," Lisa continued, "that as your graduation present to me,
you're going to start cleaning up the party mess downstairs."

   "If you need help cleaning up, Lisa, all you had to do was ask," I tried
to sound pleasant and polite, while covering my tits with my hands.

   But the bossy blonde only laughed, "So you won't mind picking up after
our guest -- totally naked?"

   Carrie winked at me and giggled.  I squirmed on the bed and begged Lisa
not to make me go downstairs like this.

   "Please let me at least put on some underwear?" I crawled forward with a
desperate look in my eye.

   Lisa was in no mood to hear it.  "No, Erica, you're going to clean up
without a single stitch on.  They are going to see all of you -- again!"

   "But, Lisa, right now -- I'm so horny!" I blushed making the confession,
although I suppose my fully erect nipples only highlighted the fact.

   Carrie laughed, "Oh, you're always horny!  Being naked just brings out
your best side, tee hee!"

   And then she grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me off the bed!  I
hopped on my toes and scampered after her as she and Lisa headed for the
door.  They dragged me right out of the bedroom, into the upstairs hallway.
My eyes were big and wide, and I flailed around with my one free arm, not
really covering anything.

   "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh --" I stammered as we reached the top of the
stairs.

   Lisa looked back at me and narrowed her eyes, asking, "What's the gig
deal?  Most of these people saw you running around at graduation earlier!"

   "And a lot of them didn't!" I gasped, thinking about my pink pussy on
display.

   The three of us weren't half way down the carpeted steps, when one of
the guests pointed and called out.

   "Hey look everybody!  It's Erica, and she's bare ass nude!"

   It felt like the whole house erupted and whistles and catcalls.  All
sorts of remarks came my way.  Of course, many had seen me walking around
in just my underwear a little while ago.  But now, without even a shred of
clothing, it was like they were all staring at every inch of my body.  My
tight little ass wiggled as I passed through groups of these young men and
women, following in the wake of Carrie and Lisa.

   Totally naked, I was led into the kitchen.  With one arm across my body,
I gripped my other forearm and stood helpless just waiting to see what
would happen.  Some people walking by commented on my nipples, or talked
about my smooth shaved pussy.  There were some compliments, but also a lot
of dirty suggestions.  When Lisa came back, she had a garbage bag, and told
me to start picking up plates and cups, discarded food, and other trash.

   "What -- here, now?" I asked dismayed.  "With everyone still around?"

   In response, Lisa stood before me, statuesque as ever and held out her
arm with the large plastic bag.  I looked all about, but there was nowhere
for me to run this time.  So resigning myself to this embarrassing task, I
took the bag between trembling fingers.  At a nod from Lisa, I slowly
turned around and started to walk out of the kitchen.

   At first I just dragged the empty bag behind me, while keeping a palm
discreetly over my pussy.  I could believe all these people were watching
me, and the looks I was receiving from both guys and girls!  As I continued
down the hall, they had an unobstructed view of my bare behind.  I was
blushing so hard, thinking about being totally nude from head to toe!  To
try to keep my mind off the situation, I started to focus on the mess made
by the party.

   Near the entrance to the house, I found some beer cans and an ashtray. I
figured this was a good start, so I did my best to squat down by bending at
the knees, and picked up the trash.  Maybe this wouldn -(TM)t be so bad, I
thought to myself as I headed for the next room.

   But when I reached the spacious den that had been converted into a
dancing hall, more people were seeing me naked for the first time.  There
were squeals of delight, loudest among them from my friend Alicia.  While
others applauded or cheered or whistled in my direction, she hurried over
to my side.

   "Wow, Erica, you look so good!"

   I knew she was only trying to make me feel better.  What she really
meant to say was that I looked so horny, with my nipples standing fully
erect, and other pink bits visibly excited.  But Alicia kept chatting with
me as I gradually made my way around the room, carefully picking up litter
from the floor.  And then other people started coming up to me and pointed
out spots I missed, or an overturned glass on a table.  Every now and then,
as I was kept lingering in this room, someone would flick one of my
extended nipples or slap me on the butt!

   Feeling a little hot and breathless, I finally escaped to one of the
quieter rooms off to the side.  There were still people sitting around, a
couple making out on one of the sofas.  I was told that behind another
couch, there was a bunch of drinking cups that some slob had tossed away.
Encouraging me to do my job, Alicia took the bag so I could investigate. 
Strangely, without that sack to hold on, I had now lost my last piece of
security and felt even more exposed!

   There was a foot of space, maybe, between the couch and the wall.  I
climbed up onto the cushions to have a better look.  With my knees sinking
into the seat, the bottoms of my bare feet hung out over the edge, and I
knew my pussy lips were peeking down below the sweet curve of my ass.  I
pushed my breasts against the back of the couch as I peered over the top.
But being shorter, I had to scramble further up, and practically lean over
so that my arms were dangling behind the sofa.  So intent was I on
stretching my fingers to reach the plastic cups, I had failed to consider
the sight of my bare ass sticking up and out for everyone in the room to
enjoy.

   Suddenly my limbs went tense, my toes spread, barely touching the floor.
Something wet and cold was pressed against my butt cheek!  I could hear
muffled laughter, my face turning bright red, as a cylinder like object was
rolled across my skin.  The tip was smooth, almost like glass, as it was
traced down the crack of my ass until making contact with my sensitive
pussy lips --

   "Oh --" I moaned, clenching my little fists behind the couch.

   And then, involuntarily, I began flexing my cheeks.  I realized that my
quivering pussy must be opening and closing, as if gasping to be filled
with something.  Wetness trickled down my leg as the cold cylinder object
merely grazed my snatch from behind, but did not penetrate.  How I wanted
it inside me!

   This went on, I don't know, a few seconds or minutes -- I wished it
would last forever.  But then a hand was on my bare back, urging me up and
on my feet.  As I withdrew my trembling arms, I remembered to grab two
handfuls of the empty plastic cups.  Thus, when I turned around to drop
these items in the bag Alicia was holding out for me, I also saw the object
that had been teasing and fondling my rear.

   "Don't forget to take this," Carrie giggled, taking a pull from a
long-necked beer bottle.

   After I watched her casually toss it into the garbage bag, I looked
around at the faces in the room.  There was a mix of reactions, mostly of
amusement, but some females expressed disgust.  I could not believe I was
just standing here stark naked, and they had all seen Carrie toying my
bottom!  But I had such an awesome orgasm building up, that I knew I had to
find some relief.

   Leaving Alicia with the disposables, I spun around and jumped out of the
room.  Completely nude, I ran through Lisa's house, brushing past people I
knew from school as well as others I did not.  Occasionally, I lifted my
hands to massage my breasts and tweak my nipples.  At last, I made it
around a corner and approached the stairs that would lead me upstairs to
some privacy.

   But Lisa herself suddenly emerged, and blocked my path.  "Going
somewhere, Erica?  Have you picked up all the trash from the party?"

   "Mmmm hmmm," I moaned, licking my lips.  "But I need to use the bedroom
-- I mean bathroom!"

   The tall blonde eyed my bare slender form up and down and said, "I'm
sure you do.  But I'm not going to allow you to cum on my parents' bed.  If
you need to satisfy your urges, you naughty girl, you can do it right here
on the stairs!"

   With that, Lisa calmly stepped aside, although remained leaning one arm
on the ornate banister.  All I could do was gingerly move forward and sit
my butt down on the wide carpeted steps.  My legs were spread wide apart,
and the bottom of my heels rested on the floor, toes sticking up.  I leaned
back on an elbow, while bringing my other arm around to run fingers down my
stomach and tap my bald pussy.

   The first touch was electric, and I bucked my hips, continuing to rub my
vulva.  I don't know how many of the party's guest would manage to gather
around and watch me masturbate on Lisa's stairs.  But at this point, I
didn't care.  I was squeezing my tender breasts, slipping first one then
two fingers inside me.  I easily found my erect button, and started rubbing
circles over it with my thumb.  This usually was the fastest way for me to
bring myself to orgasm, but also one of the most powerful.  I bit my lip as
I whimpered and moaned, although soon was too far-gone and shouting out
words of heated passion.  With eyes closed, my fingers worked my slit until
I felt myself about to cum.

   A rush of thoughts and memories flooded my mind, along with the one
mental image of myself sitting here totally naked, openly playing with body
in front of everyone at Lisa's graduation party.  With an intense climax, I
let myself go, my sweet juices squirting out in a stream to the applause of
many.  My body convulsed -- I came multiple times -- and then my limbs went
slack.

   It was then that Lisa allowed Carrie and Alicia to take me upstairs to
get cleaned up.  By this time, late in the hour as it was, people were
starting to depart.  I'm sure they would be talking about my little show
for a long time.  I would learn later on that the girls passed off my
actions due to the state of inebriation from the drinking game.  They also
used that excuse to convince Lisa (who would never be so kind on her own)
to let me stay the night, so I could drive home safely in the morning.

   And in the back of my hazy mind, I remembered that I had my own
graduation party to attend on Sunday.

   I just hoped it wouldn't be as eventful!

   23  -" Erica Campus

   I had procrastinated all summer, and my first year in college was about
to start.  It was just around the corner.  But in order to complete my
registration for classes, I had to get my school medical records in order.
This could have been done much earlier in the year, even when I was still
in high school, getting the proper shots and physicals and making sure the
paperwork was forwarded to my college.  But I guess I had been distracted.

   So here it was, early September, and I found myself sitting in the
campus health office.  My legs were crossed and dangled over the side of
the examination table, while I fidgeted and twisted my hands in my lap. 
Alicia and Carrie had been good enough to drive me up to our new college,
and I had promised them this wouldn't take too long.  Unfortunately, this
process was taking longer than I expected.

   The health official returned to the room, a clipboard tucked beneath her
arm, and stethoscope hanging around her neck.  "All right, Erica.  Let's
just check your breathing and we'll be almost finished."

   I hated how she spoke to me like a child.  It made it sound more like I
was seeing a pediatrician, than the nurse at my college's health office! 
Oh well, I suppose it didn't help, the way I was dressed.  I was wearing my
denim overalls, and had a white long-sleeved top beneath.

   The much taller woman stepped behind me, and pressed her fingers against
my back.  "Let's undo these straps, so I can get a better listen."

   For some reason, I gulped, and nervously unclipped the button on one of
my overalls straps.  Then I undid the other one, slipping both straps off
my arms.  Now with the material unobstructed, the nurse was able to take
the bottom of my shirt and lift higher, all the way up my back.  I wasn't
wearing a bra.  And when she placed that cold metal stethoscope against my
bare skin, I believe my nipples instantly hardened and poked straight out!

   With my hands on my knees, I did as I was instructed, taking deep
breaths and allowing the nurse to continue her examination.  But then she
came around to stand in front of me, so that she could listen to my heart.
As she moved closer to my body and reached out to touch my shirt-covered
breast, I could smell her intoxicating perfume.  I started to twitch and
swing the overalls straps anxiously in my hands.

   "You know, Erica," the nurse paused and explained, "this would be much
easier if we just got these things off you!"

   Hearing the frustration in her voice, I simply nodded my little chin,
while kicking off both my sneakers to let them drop to the floor.  Then I
hopped down from the examination table so that I could lower my overalls
and step out of the pants legs.  Once removed, the nurse took these and
folded them at the end of the table.  I was left standing in only a white
pullover top that came down to my bellybutton, ankle socks, and pink pair
of panties!

   "Those are cute," the woman remarked as she clicked around in her heels.


   I was so busy blushing, that when she asked me to lift my shirt a
little, I did not even hesitate.  I raised the fabric until my bare abdomen
was in view, gripping my hands tight just beneath my breasts.  Fortunately,
the nurse did not ask me to take the top completely off, or she would have
seen how erect my nipples were!  However, she did place one hand lightly on
my back, and reached beneath the front of my shirt to put the stethoscope
on my chest.  This caused me to suck a quick intake of air, and even made
me rise up on my toes.

   The nurse, very clinically, moved the cold metal piece across my chest.
At times, she did in fact brush my extended nipples.  But then she would
bring her stethoscope lower, pressing down on my stomach, and just below my
navel.  I felt my pussy quiver at her palpitations!  And then thankfully,
she finished her examination.

   "Very good, Erica.  Everything seems to be normal.  Now if you will just
step onto the scale over here, and then we'll be done --" the woman
instructed.

   I pulled down my shirt and scampered to the other side of the room in my
panties, nearly slipping as my socks glided across the floor.  I was a
little embarrassed with my butt and bare slender legs on display.  The
woman had me step onto the scale platform, arms at my sides.  I tried to
present my best posture.

   "How old are you, Erica?" the nurse asked as she adjusted the scale's
weights.

   I watched her pull up the vertical measuring rule, unfolding the metal
piece until it touched the top of my head.

   "Eighteen," I answered softly.

   She grunted something and then scratched some marks onto her clipboard.
After a few minutes, she told me I could step off the scale.  I walked back
toward the middle of the room, and then stood with my hands clasped in
front of my panties.

   "Well, Erica, you certainly appear to be healthy and fit," the nurse
said by way of conclusion.  "A little slim, I suppose, but all your vitals
are very good.  I have no problem clearing you for registration."

   Breathing a sigh of relief, I let my hands separate, arms dangling at my
sides.  I was given a health form that said I was approved to sign up for
classes, and instructed to take this to the Registrar's Office.

   The tall woman smiled at me and said, "When you've finished with your
business, I need you to return that form to me.  I will be here for the
rest of the day."

   Again, I slowly nodded, showing that I understood her directions.  And
then I was apparently dismissed, as the nurse collected her things and
proceeded to walk out the door.  I was left alone for a moment to collect
my own thoughts and sort out my undulating emotions.  For some reason, I
felt butterflies in my tummy.

   Just as I was about to gather my discarded overalls, Alicia and Carrie
suddenly burst into the office.

   "Come on, Erica!" my friends chimed together.  Then Alicia said, "We
didn't expect to have to wait for you all day.  Are you done yet?"

   I blushed at first, caught in my underwear and little socks.  "I'm --
I'm finished.  I just have to bring this form to Registrar's --"

   "Hmmm -- Let me see that," Carrie quickly stepped forward and snatched
the paper from my fingers.

   Clasping my hands behind my back, I watched the strawberry-blonde girl
scan the rather uninteresting document.  Then she passed it to Alicia, who
had been standing with her arms folded.  Before I knew it, Carrie was
standing toe-to-toe with me, smiling at me, and placed her hands on my
hips. She playfully snapped the elastic of my panties on one side -- and
then started to actually tug them lower!

   "What -- what are you doing?" I gasped.

   Carrie squatted as she pulled my underwear down so that my smooth vulva
was in view and in front of her face.  "I'm stripping you, silly!"

   I shivered as she breathed the words onto my hairless pussy.When she
told me to lift, all I could do was obediently raise my leg, allowing her
to take the panties completely off my feet.  I saw that Alicia only stood
by and chuckled!

   Carrie stood up again, eyeing my half-naked figure, twirling the
delicate pink fabric around her finger.  She casually strolled behind me
where she then smacked my bare ass, causing me to jump a little.  But then
she rubbed slow sensual circles over the stinging cheek.  It felt really
nice, but whenever Carrie did this, it usually meant she was about to coax
me into doing something.

   The buxom blonde was now standing fully behind me, and she gripped the
bottom of my shirt, beginning to lift.  Now I was struck breathless as my
perky tits popped into view with elongated nipples quivering up and down.
Carrie leaned in close and spoke into my ear.

   "Because you made us wait outside for so long, Erica, we are going to
let you deliver that health form in the nude!"

   My eyes went wide, as I reached up with both my hands to squeeze my
breasts.  "You mean -- totally nude?"

   "Yeah!" Carrie giggled.  "Won't that be so exciting!"

   Finally, I broke free of that wild girl's clutches, nearly stumbling
into Alicia.  I straightened my shirt as I spun around and said, "Wait a
minute -- I'm new on this campus; I haven't even begun classes!  I get be
caught running around naked!"

   I looked back to Alicia for support, but she only poked me in the ass
and said, "How about this, Erica -- we can give you back your panties, but
then you have to go to the Registrar's Office topless.  Or you can keep
your shirt, but you'll have to make the trip bottomless!"

   Leaning against the examination table, Carrie clapped her hands and
squealed with delight.  Frankly, I wasn't too sure about either
proposition. I mean, either way, I would be flashing around my pink bits!
Why couldn't they just let me get dressed?  But I already saw Carrie take
my folded-up overalls and hug them against her body.  I suppose my
underwear was in that pile as well.

   "All right, I'll keep my shirt," I said after some thought.

   Truthfully, I was embarrassed about the hardened state of my nipples and
didn't want them exposed.  And I guess I've always been insecure about my
smallish breasts.  Self-consciously, I tugged on the end of my white top,
but the fabric barely stretched down to my hips.  With a nervous sigh, I
folded my hands over my pussy.

   Alicia walked around to join Carrie by the table, and patted the leather
upholstery.  "Oh, Erica, would you just climb up here and lie down for a
second?"

   Uncertain of what she had in mind, and more concerned about the whole
situation, I shuffled over and hopped up on the table.  When I stretched my
legs straight out, I shyly placed a hand over my pussy.  Even though these
girls had seen me naked before, I was still embarrassed.  I was taken by
surprise when Alicia lifted my foot and pulled off the ankle sock!

   "Wha -- Why did you do that?" I asked, even as my friend tugged off the
other sock.

   Rubbing my bare feet, the brunette answered, "Well, if you're going to
be bottomless, then that means nothing on beneath your waist!"

   "Oh!" I said, while Alicia continued to play with my feet.  "But I
thought I could at least wear my shoes --"

   My friend still had a foot in her hand, gently lifting and easing my leg
back and forth, teasing my pretty little toes.

   "Nope," she said simply.

   And then Carrie grabbed my hands, and pulled me off the examination
table.  My butt made an un-sticking sound as I was lifted off the leather.
Briefly, I looked around, and saw no sign of the rest of my clothes.  I
turned to the strawberry-blonde for an explanation.

   "I had to hide them out of view," Carrie said nonchalantly.  "So the
nurse wouldn't get suspicious.  They should be here when we get back --"

   Amazed, I could only watch her swing her curvy hips as she headed for
the door.  Alicia passed by my side, pausing to pat me on the behind.  She
offered some encouraging words and then she too started leaving the room. I
had no choice but to follow after.

   This was so crazy!  I was only wearing one piece of clothing!  Of course
I hadn't thought this through.  But if I had chosen to go topless, at least
I would have been wearing my panties and sneakers.  I bet that would have
been a cute sight!  Now, I was left to creep forward on my bare tiptoes,
sticking my head out into the hallway to make sure it was clear.

   When me feet slapped onto the cold tiles, it then struck me that I was
actually inside a building on campus, with my crotch and ass completely on
display!  All the excitement certainly caused my body to react in unwanted
ways, and I know my pink labia were unfolded and visible.  This, Carrie was
quick to point out.

   "Oh, you look so adorable," she giggled.  "Pretty soon, it will be
poking out --"

   I couldn't believe she was say such a thing out loud!  And here I was
hoping not to draw any attention.  The girls walked on either side of me,
and I had to admit that the breeze blowing across my bare lower half was
very stimulating.  Occasionally they would reach out to pinch or tickle my
butt, making me very horny!  Thankfully, it was still a few days before the
semester began, so the building was empty as I continued my bottomless
stroll.

   Unfortunately, when we rounded the corner and stepped into the corridor
leading to the exit, I saw the door starting to open!  My friends acted
quickly, shuffling in front of me, just as a guy and a girl came walking in
our direction.  I slipped directly behind Carrie and we backed up against
the wall to let these people pass.  They looked like students, possibly in
our freshman class.  It would be so humiliating to be caught like this! 
Clutching onto my taller friend's shoulders, I was afraid, but also turned
on.  I began rubbing myself against Carrie, grinding my crotch into her
ass. As I slowly bounced on my toes, my shirt began to ride up until my
bare stomach brushed her back.

   The college students continued down the hallway, walking past the three
of us and giving us a smile and a pleasant hello.  I shifted and maneuvered
myself constantly, so that my body was never in view, just my face peeking
over Carrie's shoulder.  After the couple had disappeared beyond the
corner, the buxom blonde stepped away from me and turned around.

   I looked down to see that my top had lifted practically to my chin,
leaving my breasts totally exposed with nipples throbbing.  My arms were
still covered, but everything from my neck down was now on display!

   "Careful, Erica, you almost lost your shirt!" Carrie moved closer again,
placing her hand between my tits.  "And you were getting the back of my
shorts damp, tee-hee!"

   She giggled as she then helped lower my top, pulling it back down to my
midriff.  But before turning from me, she stuck the length of her middle
finger all the way inside my lubricated pussy!  Carrie slid her finger out
slowly, pausing to tickle my special spot.

   "Mmmmm," I shuddered and groaned.

   The eighteen-year-old vixen licked my juices of her finger, and winked
at me.  Alicia, however, was quick to grab my elbow before I could start
rubbing myself.

   "Come on, girls!" she said.  "We had best get going before Erica looses
control."

   And just like that, we were marching toward the door.  With Alicia still
holding, even dragging me, by my one arm and my other hand clutching the
health form -- I had no way to cover up.  My tight naked ass bounced and
wiggled as I padded barefoot across the floor.

   Carrie moved ahead of us on her long shapely legs, opening the door to
check that no one else was around.  She waved Alicia and me forward, and
they ushered me outside.  Immediately, the bright sunlight hit my legs and
toes and tickled my pussy, bathing me in a warm feeling in my tummy.  It
felt so amazing to be standing out here on my new college campus, wearing
just a pullover shirt!  Of course, it helped that there was not a lot of
activity going on, and it seemed relatively quiet.

   I noticed, thankfully, that Alicia had parked her car nearby, right up
against the curb.  Apparently she was not too concerned with getting a
ticket from the campus security.  I figured that was another good sign,
that I didn't see anyone patrolling this area, so we were probably alone.
In general, the campus had a nice secluded feel to it, with rows of maple
trees lining the streets and walkways.

   Carrie and I jiggled down the pavement; me because my butt was exposed,
and Carrie because her body was just naturally made for jiggling!  Alicia
opened up the back seat passenger side door, and I waited for her to let me
in.  I watched her bend over, as if she was rummaging around for something,
and then she straightened and turned around.

   "Here you go, Erica!" Alicia exclaimed and presented me with a handsome
black portfolio.

   I stood there for a moment, one hand covering my pussy, and asked,
"What's this?"

   "Well, I figured you could use a little protection -- so why don't you
place your health form in this folder, and you can carry it in front of
you." Alicia smiled at her generosity.

   I blinked, suddenly comprehending.  "You mean you aren't going to just
drive me to the Registrar's Office?"

   Both the girls laughed and Carrie said, "Now what would be the point of
taking your pants, underwear, shoes and socks, if we didn't make you walk
bottomless across the campus!"

   "Look, you've got your top on," Alicia added, "so you're decent from the
waist up.  Now if we run into anybody, you just keep that binder in front
of your crotch!"

   Carrie chimed in helpfully, "And I'll be sure to keep my hands on your
buns, so that no one sees your cheeks!"

   Oh my gosh -- I was so embarrassed, wondering exactly what would
happened!  As we made our way down the silent sidewalk, I firmly gripped
the portfolio so that it covered me from my pubic mound down to the middle
of my thighs.  We eventually reached the wider street that had to be
crossed, since the administrative building was on the other side of the
campus.  But first we had to wait as a car drove by on the road in front of
us.  The girls were on either side of me, and I just stood there in my bare
feet, knowing that my little button was poking out of its hood. 
Thankfully, the black binder effectively hid my pink parts.

   After the way was clear, we dashed through the crossway, my toes arched
as I scampered over the blacktop paving.  Then there was a path that cut
across a wide green lawn, and now I noticed more students about.  They
weren't close by, but Alicia and Carrie huddled near in case they had to
quickly cover my backside.  As we proceeded to walk out in the open, my
friends assured me that at this distance, no one would be able to detect
anything.

   And then I spotted someone walking down the same path, heading toward
us! I pressed the leather-bound folder tightly against my thighs, and
pointed with my other hand.  Panicking, I almost dropped my covering
completely and streaked across the open field.  But Alicia gripped my arm
and urged me to stand my ground.  I shyly rubbed my toes behind my other
leg, and waited for this guy to approach.  At least if I had some shoes on,
I wouldn't feel so naked!

   Lugging a backpack over his shoulder, he walked down the path with his
head down, not paying us much attention.

   Just as he passed Alicia to my side, Carrie suddenly twirled around and
brought her back against mine -- eclipsing my smaller form and hiding my
bare bottom.  On top of that, she teased and pulled on the tresses of her
red-golden hair, even playing with the waistband of her shorst.  The guy
cast a backward glance over his shoulder, caught one sight of Carrie, and
stumbled in his tracks.  I hadn't realized it at first, but she had lowered
the back of her shorts and slid her panties down a little so that she could
rub her butt against mine!  Meanwhile, this guy thought she was flirting
with him!  Thank goodness for my friend's flirtatious antics, as now he was
the one embarrassed and he scrambled to continue on his way without
tripping over his feet.

   After this poor young man was out of sight, we all burst out laughing,
and Carrie readjusted and pulled up her underwear.

   "You're too much!" Alicia said smiling, but shook her head.

   I was smiling too, until I looked at Carrie in front of me, and realized
that I no longer had my ass protected!  "Oh my gosh, we should get going!"

   "Whatever you say, Sweet Cheeks!" Carrie giggled, emphasizing her point
as she reached around to slap my rear end.

   The three of us moved at a quicker pace, heading toward the main
buildings.  Being the shortest, I had to hurry my steps so that I wouldn't
fall behind the other girls.  I wanted them close by, especially as I could
see more people in the area.  Oh, why did they ever make me do this!  As
humiliating as it was to have my butt on display, and there was nothing I
could do about it, I still felt my nipples inexplicably stiffen.

   As we drew near the edge of the path, I could make out groups of young
men and women passing into and out of the building.  There were people on
marble benches, too, that were spread across the plaza.  This was the
center that had a lot of the classrooms, as well as the campus bookstore
and cafeteria.  It was likely to be crawling with students, even before
school officially started.  But across the plaza on the left, was the
administrative building that I needed to reach, in order to deliver my
health form and register.

   I tugged on Alicia's shirt, signaling for her to stop.  "Wait a moment
-- I remember that there is another entrance to that building.  There are
steps along the side!"

   "I don't know, Erica," my friend frowned as I tried to urge her in a
different direction, heading off the path.

   Carrie tugged at my own shirt, the only piece of clothing I was wearing.
"Yeah, I was kind of hoping you would be brave enough to walk across the
plaza."

   "I don't think I can!" I protested, my eyes wide.

   "Not challenging enough for you, huh?" Carrie continued to tease, now
playing with the ends of my soft brown hair.  "Tell you what -- let me hold
onto the binder, then take off your shirt -- and I dare you to walk up to
the building stark naked!"

   "No way!" I nearly shouted, though I was mighty tempted, almost
mesmerized by my friend's sensuous curves and ruby lips.

   Determined to keep my resolve, and what was left of my dignity intact, I
shrugged my arms free and started to inch away from the girls.  When my
bare feet found the green grass of the lawn, I turned around and began
creeping toward the hedges that ran along the base of the administrative
building.  I knew Alicia and Carrie's eyes were fixed on my cute little
ass, I just hoped no one else was watching!  But I was also aware of my
labia hanging down, and I was sure that my pussy lips were visible from
behind.

   Walking in a half-crouch, I tried my best to pull my shirt further down.
It was no use, since the material wouldn't even stretch past my
bellybutton.I paused behind the concealment of some shrubbery, wondering
how I was going to do this.  Beyond the long row of leafy hedges, I saw the
start of white marble steps climbing up toward the building.

   Suddenly, a shadow fell over me -- I raised my head to see Alicia and
Carrie standing next to me.  They had decided to help me along, after all!
But first, the girls reached down and grabbed me under each of my arms, and
gently lifted me to my feet.  The motion caused my shirt to ride up a
little so that for a moment, my shaved pink pussy was not covered and
clearly on display!

   "Oooh, someone's kitty wants to come out to play," Carrie giggled.  "Can
I pet her?"

   I quickly lowered my arm holding Alicia's black portfolio, and hid my
sensitive vulva.  "Let's just go and get this over with!"

   The girls had a nice little chuckle at my expense, but then they
gathered around me.  Alicia was on my side, and Carrie just a step behind,
which allowed me to walk across the lawn without my bottomless state being
too noticeable.  Although knowing that the strawberry-blonde young woman's
eyes were focused on my bare butt, had me blushing quite a bit!

   When we reached the side steps to the building, there was thankfully no
one in sight.  Taking a deep breath, I turned to my brunette friend,
Alicia.

   "They're not going to let me walk around like this inside, and they
certainly won't let me register.  Quick, take off your shorts and
flip-flops and let me wear them!"

   The girls exchanged amused glances, and then Alicia said, "Well I'll let
you borrow my flip-flops so you don't get caught running around barefoot.
But as for my shorts --"

   "You've made it this far," Carrie finished.  "Why cover up your bottom
now?"

   Damn!  I was hoping to strip one of my friends for once, and leave her
to wriggle in embarrassment.  Instead, I had to content myself with
watching Alicia step out of her flip-flops and kick them in my direction.
As I slid each thong between my toes, I realized they were a little big on
my petite feet, but I could certainly manage.

   "I guess I'll just wait out here," Alicia grumbled and folded her arms.

   I stood for a moment and gazed down my friend's shapely tanned legs,
ending with her own pretty feet arched on the white marble steps. 
Involuntarily, I licked my lips.  Then Carrie gave me a playful slap on the
ass, causing me to yelp, and face the doors.  Time for us to get going!

   Nervously, I looked over my shoulder, across the wide lawn of the
campus. I could see people in the distance, but no one close enough to see
what was going on.  Carrie had jogged ahead, and opened the building's side
entrance doors.  This left me to slap the rest of the way in Alicia's
borrowed flip-flops, with my naked ass on fully exposed.  The folder, I
kept firmly clamped over my hairless crotch.  Just before ducking inside, I
turned to see Alicia wink at me and blow a sarcastic kiss.

   As soon as I stepped inside, I could feel my heart pounding.  Here I
was, in one of the wings of my college Administrative Building, completely
bottomless!  I was excited, and aroused, and at the same time, scared to
death of getting caught.  Carrie gave me a reassuring little smile, then
nodded in the direction of some wide spiral stairs that wound their way up
to the second floor.  That was where the Office of the Registrar was
located.

   I looked around anxiously, but the two of us were alone at the foot of
the stairway.  Should I go first, I wondered, even as I lifted my leg to
the step.  I mean, I would have my front covered with Alicia's folder.  But
my supple bottom would be at the mercy of my friend's wandering hands.  At
least she would shield me from anyone coming up the stairs behind us.

   Of course, just as I feared, when I had climbed halfway up about five or
six steps, Carrie placed her fingertips on my butt!  I froze -- it felt
like she spread my ass cheeks apart!  I nearly dropped the portfolio with
my papers.

   "Carrie -- what are you doing?" I gasped.

   A few steps below me, the girl continued to fondle my behind and said,
"Just examining you, Erica.  Your butt is blushing -- it's all pink and
rosy!  And I can see how excited you are just between your legs.  I bet
your nipples are so hard, right now."

   "No they're not!" I hushed her, even though they were.  "Stop it,
Carrie! You're making me -- very -- horny!"

   Over my shoulder, I saw Carrie give me a self-satisfied smirk as she
continued to rub my ass.  "Mmmm-hmmm -- as if you weren't already!"

   My legs felt weak, like Jell-o, and I almost slipped off Alicia's
flip-flops.  I was afraid where Carrie was going with this.  It would be
one thing to get caught without any pants on.  But I imagined people
walking down the stairs to find me getting eaten out on these college
steps! That would be pretty embarrassing!  With a moan of frustration, I
bravely gripped the black folder hiding my erect clitoris, and started
climbing up the stairs again.

   While I fretfully tousled my hair with a free hand, I could hear the
strawberry-blonde giggling behind me.  And then she skipped up the flight
of stairs to walk next to me as we turned the corner.  At first I was
relieved that she was on my side, and not playing with my naked bottom. 
But then I got frightened again, feeling all exposed an drafty back there.
How strange that Carrie was my security blanket as well as my biggest
tormentor, all at once and the same time!

   "Oh, calm down, Erica!" she said, putting an affectionate arm around me
and squeezing.  "Look -- there's the office right up ahead, and not even a
line!"

   I noticed then that we had reached the hallway of the second floor,
luxurious in its rich red carpeting and all the scholastic tapestries. 
Looking around at the surroundings that were still fairly new to me, I
momentarily lost my sense of awareness.  Lowering my arm, I casually swung
the folder at my side, as we walked down the corridor.  Carrie grinned, but
then admonished me just before we approached the doorway.

   "Don't walk in there with your pussy showing," she said in a loud
whisper.

   Oh my goodness, she was right!  Even though hearing her talking about my
naughty parts made me shiver with delight, I recovered my bearings in time
to slap that portfolio below my bellybutton just as we crossed into the
office.  It appeared that there were only a few admissions staff workers
behind the large counter, and they did not note our entrance.

   I walked right up to the tall station, which came up to about my
breasts, and laid the black binder on top.  Hopefully, Carrie would take
care of protecting my bottom, while behaving herself!  Luckily, we were the
only two students here.  God, I wanted to get this over with!

   "Um, hi --" I started, slipping a foot out of Alicia's flip-flop to
nervously rub my toes behind my other leg.  "I'm -- I'm here to register
for classes."

   An older lady with glasses and white curly hair turned around to regard
me.  "Oh, hello dear.  Register for classes, did you say?  Seems a little
late, with the term starting in a couple of days.  You must be new --"

   And bottomless, I thought to myself.  Behind me, I heard Carrie rustling
one of those fold out registration guides that spread out like a newspaper,
listing all the available classes.  I felt her approach me, leaning the
paper against my lower back and butt.  The hair on my neck stood on end, I
had goose pimples, a blushed bright red.  I suppose the lady just thought
it was Freshman nervousness.  Conscious of my uncovered pussy opening up, I
mumbled something about my health form and handed her the paper.

   "You know, Erica," the lady commented as she reviewed the form and
supplied me with a pen and class schedule.  "If you had submitted this
earlier, you could have been registered by now.  I'm afraid all the classes
you wanted to take might be filled up already"

   "Oh, that's all right," Carrie chimed in over my shoulder.  "Erica is
undecided as a major, so she can sign up anything.  She just wants to
experience it all!"

   I tried to ignore my friend's melodic voice, her sweet breath in my ear.
But then she whipped away the registration schedule and placed it on top
the high counter.  I was left standing bottomless in front of the
Registrar!

   In the next moment, a couple of other students walked in through the
door at the other side of the office.  A guy and a girl, I think they
glanced in my direction, but Carrie quickly sidestepped and blocked me from
their view.  Unfortunately, this meant my cute little ass was hanging bare
out in the open.  Hoping no one would enter behind me, I spread my legs
slightly and stood on my toes so I could continue filling out my schedule.
It was hard to concentrate, knowing that my pussy lips were peeking out
between my legs, and I nervously hooked a strand of hair behind my ear. 
This was so hot!  All I could think about as I aimlessly selected classes,
was that when I took these classes, I would always remember I had signed up
for them half-naked.  At one point, I reached down and touched my shaved
vulva.

   Finally, I managed to get through this exercise, which seemed to take
forever.  Signing my name with trembling fingers, I handed the schedule
back to the Registrar lady.

   "Oh no, this will never do," she replied.  "See here, young lady?  There
is a conflict between these two classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays.  You can
keep one, but you will have to pick something else to put in that slot."

   Across from us, I heard the other two students chuckle.  I felt like
such a child!  I guess they were older and had no problem filling out their
schedules.  Or maybe they were making changes to maximize their free time
and signing up with the best professors.  All I knew was that I felt
humiliated and incredibly horny.  Blushing, I crossed out the one offending
class and scanned the sheet for a suitable replacement.  The room felt so
warm, I started fidgeting with the bottom of my shirt, lifting it until my
bellybutton was exposed.  I wished I could take it off completely.

   Oh my gosh -- then I would be standing totally nude in front of
everyone!

   "Erica, let me help you," Carrie offered, seeing me at a loss.  "You can
take this seminar here.  I signed up for that one, too!"

   I simply nodded my head, unable to find the words to speak.  My mind was
in a haze -- the longer we stayed here, the more I was growing aroused. 
Again, I heard the older students snickering at my indecision and
hesitation.  Thank goodness that my busty, curvy friend was able to block
the side of my body, or they would have seen my bare hip and leg.  And
maybe something else, which was poking out of its hood!  I slid the class
schedule back to the lady, and then turned my head in time to see the
nineteen or twenty-year-olds shuffle out of the office.

   "Hear you go, Dear," the Registrar gave me back my health form, even
placing it in Alicia's folder for me.  "Now you are all set to begin your
first term.  You must be so excited!"

   My eyes were wide, my butt clenched reflexively, and I knew I was wet
down there.  Carrie and I had to get out of here, or I was afraid I might
have an orgasm right in the Administrative Building!  What were my friends
thinking, sending me up here wearing so little?

   "You should go first," Carrie whispered and nudged me with her arm.

   I paused, hoping that the woman behind the counter would go back to her
clerical duties and not pay any attention to us.  Of course, I realized
that I would need to turn around and I was worried about revealing my bare
ass.  Instead, I gripped Alicia's folder containing my health form and
class schedule, pulling it down fast to cover my crotch.  I then took
several slow steps, walking backward and easing away from the counter.  The
lady eyed me curiously, and Carrie watched with an amused expression.  I
just hoped that no one would walk up behind me, or that I wouldn't back
into anyone.

   Fortunately, my friend had the good sense to briskly walk around me, and
make sure the hallway outside was clear.  But before I could finally make
my escape, the old lady offered a parting bit of advice.

   "Erica, I wouldn't wear such tiny shorts to your classes!"

   Oh, oh!  If only she knew I wasn't wearing any shorts or underwear at
all!  Ashamed, I nodded by head, and then practically stumbled into
Carrie's waiting arms.  She gripped my shoulders tight, gradually spinning
me around.  My back was pressed hard against her body.  I almost started
grinding my butt against her crotch!

   "No time for that, sweetie," She purred in my ear.  "Just keep walking
--"

   In this fashion, we awkwardly made our way back down the corridor. 
Carrie stepped in time with my heels, and I kept that portfolio held tight
over my tingling pussy.  Her scent and close embrace was driving me crazy,
but it was a good thing we stuck together.  More students passed us in both
directions.  There was no way I would have been able to hide my rear if she
had been strolling casually at my side!  The thought of how vulnerable I
was had my heart beating fast, and my tummy fluttering.  As we began to
descend the winding staircase, a couple of female students came bounding up
toward us.

   "Nice legs!" one of them teased and they giggled as they passed us on
the stairs.

   I realized now that while the flare of my hips and lower regions were
effectively covered, I was still showing a lot of skin; from the tops of my
thighs all the way down my slender legs, to the tips of my pretty toes, my
feet nearly falling out of Alicia's flip flops.  Blushing, I heard the
heavy footsteps of a man walking down the steps above us.  Carrie and I
froze, and then edged our way to the side of the wall.

   He looked like he might be one of the professors -- dressed in a brown
tweed suit; balding and overweight, his arms burdened with a briefcase and
books.  The man paused when he reached the steps with Carrie and me,
peering at us from behind his glasses.  I guess we looked pretty indecent.
Nevertheless, my friend gave him a friendly hello, I'm sure with an
innocent smile.  Then the gentleman muttered in aggravation, as if he had
forgotten something.  He shifted his weight and started huffing his way
back up the stairs, the two of us soon forgotten.

   Carrie took this opportunity to give me a little shove, to get me moving
again.  Unfortunately, she caught me off guard.  I stumbled forward and
down the steps, with both arms flailing to keep my balance.  In this manner
and skidded down the last flight with my pussy and ass uncovered!  When I
landed on the level floor, I used my free hand to place in front of my
glistening crotch, and leaned my head against the binder in my other arm.
Carrie skipped down the remaining steps to join me.

   "Wasn't that fun!" she gave an exhilarating sigh.

   Pouting, I answered, "Look -- I just want to get back to the nurse's
office and put on some pants!"

   "Oh, all right," Carrie relented with a pout of her own, adding, "if you
insist."

   We then proceeded to walk toward the building's side entrance, and
pushed open the doors.  There was Alicia, who had apparently hoisted
herself up on the concrete perimeter that ran along either side of the
broad steps.  Swinging her legs and bare feet, she glared at me as we
approached.

   "You know, Erica, I've been spending a lot of the day waiting around for
you!" She frowned at me standing below her, shyly clutching her binder in
front of my privates.  "First you took forever getting that health
examination.  And now you made me stay out here alone while you registered
for your classes.  What took you so long?"

   "I'm sorry," I said meekly.

   Suddenly Carrie stepped purposely between us.  "Let me hold on to your
folder, Erica, while you remove the flip-flops and give them back to
Alicia."

   "Oh, but -- I can just slip them off --" I started to protest, unwilling
to loose my pubic shield.

   Alicia leaned back on her hands, and stretched one of her legs in front
of me, wiggling her toes in my face.  "Fine, but I want you to put them on
my feet, like a good little bottomless servant!  After all, it might make
up for all the trouble you've made me put up with."

   This last bit, she added with a sly smile, as if she were up to
something.  But I suppose my friend did have a point.  She was nice enough
to drive me up to the college in the first place, and lend me her
flip-flops.  I bit my lip and looked at Carrie.  Then, reluctantly, I
handed the black portfolio to the buxom strawberry-blonde.  Immediately, I
clasped both my hands over my bare pussy.

   In this position, I bashfully slid first one foot, and then the other
out of Alicia's shoes.  My toes curled on the marble warmed by the angle of
the sun.  Now I had to bend down at my knees to pick up the borrowed
flip-flops.  The whole time, I kept one eye on the building's doors. 
Without the folder, or anything on my feet, I felt so naked out here!

   I needed both my hands now to hold Alicia's bare heel and submissively
pull the thong of her flip-flop between her toes.  Beneath the hem of my
shirt, my pink pussy lips parted, letting my labia hang out.  This was so
embarrassing!  But as soon as both flip-flops were back on my brunette
friend's feet, she hopped off the ledge to land in front of me, making me
take a step back.

   "Thank you, Erica," she said sweetly.  "But it seems I've lent you two
of my things today: my shoes and my portfolio --"

   Standing with my arms dangling nervously at my sides, I tried to answer
enthusiastically, "Yes, Alicia, I really appreciate you helping me!"

   "Well, I think I'm still going to borrow something from you in return,"
my friend reached out to brush a lock of hair behind my ear.  "Your --
shirt!"

   Giggling with delight, Alicia had her fingers instantly on my shoulders,
grabbing at the material of my shirt.  I was totally defenseless!  She
pulled the fabric up my body, all the way to my neck -- then she pulled
even further, turning the shirt inside out as it wrapped around my head. 
In a blind panic, I took three steps backward.  Gleefully, Alicia tugged
the shirt toward her and it peeled entirely off my arms --

   Free of the soft, clingy material, I turned around dazed for a moment. I
blinked and saw Carrie pointing at me, her mouth hanging open.  My hand
grazed down my bare stomach.  I lowered my eyes, and saw my erect nipples
quivering.

   Oh my gosh -- I was stark naked on my college campus!

   No shoes, no shirt, I had absolutely nothing on!  My palms quickly
covered my small tits, and I swung my head around fearfully.

   "Alicia!" I cried, hopping on the steps of my school's Administration
Building, totally nude!

   My friends gingerly approached me, laughing and grinning.  They told me
not to make a scene, that I might draw other people's attention.  Alicia
plucked my class schedule and health form out of her folder, and held them
out to me.

   "Here you go, Erica," she said.  "I guess you can take these back to the
nurse."

   This was unbelievable.  One arm still slung across my chest, I actually
took the paperwork from her.  A handful of pages, that was all I had now. I
was afraid to cover my pussy, because the juices of my arousal would get
the papers wet.  And then the doors behind us were flung open.

   "Holy crap, there's a naked girl out here!" exclaimed a young male
voice.

   I turned halfway around to see a mixed group of college students.  They
had already seen my ass, I didn't want them to see my pink flower. 
Especially as my erect clitoris was sticking out!  My friends, Alicia and
Carrie just burst out laughing.  Well, at the sound of the approaching
voices, I was spurred into action --

   My fingers curled around the paperwork while my other arm flailed out at
my side and I ran down the steps of the building, cute little ass bouncing
all the way.  My bare feet hit the open lawn, and I streaked across the
campus field.  Fortunately classes were not in session yet, or there would
have likely been hundreds if not thousands of students around.  Still,
there were isolated pockets of people who saw me.  But I wasn't sure how
much detail they could make out, so I just kept running.

   Pumping my arms at my sides, my nipples poked straight ahead.  There was
a nice breeze blowing over my shaved pussy lips, but I didn't have time to
savor such sensations.  I had to get back to my clothes at the health
office!  When I reached the edge of the lawn, there were still paths and
intersections that I had to cross.  Completely naked, I jogged by some
people sitting on benches, and heard whistles and yells of delight.  But
then I realized the flaw in my brash, wild plan.

   Before I could reach the Health Office, I had to cross the two-lane road
bisecting the campus!  I actually had to stop and stand on the sidewalk,
waiting for the oncoming traffic to ease.  Shyly, I cupped my pussy with
one hand and stood on my bare toes, poised to run once the cars drove down
the street.  Each going in opposite direction, they honked their horns at
the sight of my nubile form, and then it was safe for me to pass.  As soon
as my feet slapped across the asphalt, I knew the drivers were turning to
check out my ass!

   Once on this side of the campus, I had to pick my way carefully, not
wanting to take a wrong turn and end up near the dormitories!  This meant
my progress was slowed to a crawl, and I found myself walking bare-assed
naked down the sidewalk.  At one point, I had to pass a fenced tennis
court, and about half a dozen college guys were staring at me.  I had to
admit, it made me feel kind of hot, but I was also embarrassed by this
brazen display of nudity.

   Across from the tennis court, I spotted the large white building that
housed the health office, and I hurried my pace.  Of course, I wiggled my
hips and shook my ass just a little, even slipping a finger inside my pussy
when I heard the whistles and cheering.  Now I crept forward as I closed in
on the door, not wanted to give a full frontal flash to any unsuspecting
campus visitors.

   Thankfully, it was still quiet as I stepped barefoot into the corridor.
I had the impression from the nurse that it was going to be a slow day. 
Well, it turned out to be pretty memorable for me!  I couldn't believe it
was almost over.  Tip-toeing down the hallway, I absently pinched and
stroked one of my nipples.

   I reached the examination room undetected, and placed my papers on a
nearby desk.  Letting out a sigh of relief, I stood in the center of the
room with my hands on my hips.  Now where did Carrie put my things? 
Suddenly, the door to the office opened behind me, causing me to jump --

   "Erica!" came the surprised voice of a woman, the college health
official.  "Why are you undressed?"

   I spun around, bright red, arms dropping at my sides to let her see me
in all my glory.  "Um -- I, that is -- I registered for classes and I'm
returning the health form!"

   The statuesque brunette brought a hand to her mouth, trying to hide a
smile.  "Yes, dear, but why did you take off all your clothes?"

   "Well, ma'am --" I started, stalling for time and thinking of an excuse.
Moving over to the table, I hopped up on its surface, spreading my knees
wide apart.  "I thought since I was here -- maybe I could get a complete
physical examination!"

   Eyeing me shrewdly, the college nurse glanced at the clock on the wall,
then instructed me to lay down completely.  This I did eagerly, with hands
trembling at my sides.  As I lay on the table fully nude, I watched her
retrieve her stethoscope and clipboard.  I noticed she didn't bother to
close the door as she clicked in her heels across the office.

   When the nurse placed her hands on my bare tummy, my whole body tingled!
I squirmed a little, and fear I may have let a moan escape my lips.  She
commented on the erect state of my nipples, and sensed that I was
experiencing more than embarrassment.  By the time she began the vaginal
examination, I was on the verge of an orgasm.  Very clinically, she softly
spread my pussy lips, remarking on the hyperextension of my clitoris.  The
nurse took great interest in slowly rubbing the small fleshy protrusion
between her thumb and forefinger, causing me to arch my back.

   "Aaaahh --" I gasped, unable to hold out much longer.

   At that moment, Carrie and Alicia walked into the room, carrying my
shirt and retrieving the rest of my clothes.  Just then, the nurse probed
my pussy -- sticking her finger deep inside my slit!

   My perky tits bouncing, nipples tall and quivering, I started to cum.  I
was so humiliated, as my juices flowed onto the brown leather of the
examination table, but it felt so good!  Looking between my legs, which the
nurse had lifted in each of her hands, I saw her give me an understanding
smile.  I then turned my head to see Alicia and Carrie standing there,
trying to conceal their laughter, and not doing a very good job!

   "As I noted, Erica, you are a very healthy young woman," the nurse
reaffirmed.

   She thanked me again for taking care of the registration paperwork, and
told me that I could get cleaned up and dressed.  Before exiting the room,
she paused between my friends and gave them this friendly advice:

   "Try to keep her out of trouble.  She's very excitable --"

   The two girls giggled, and promised they would look after me!  Like I
was some child under their guardianship!  But rather than be upset or
angry, as I sat up and rolled myself over on the table, being naked in the
room with Alicia and Carrie only made me horny.  When the nurse finally
left us alone, I started masturbating again -- face down, slipping an arm
between my legs, and bringing myself to have two more orgasms.

   "One for each of us," Carrie teased as she took a handful of tissues and
patted down my legs and pussy.

   Once I was able to put on my underwear, shirt, and overalls, Alicia
affectionately straightened and smoothed out my hair.

   What a way to begin college!



   24 - Erica and the Guard By Drew

    -œOH Erica, come ON, if you don -(TM)t hurry we -(TM)ll be late! -
Alicia warned, wagging her forefinger at me.

   We had to leave an hour early to Orientation, so Alicia could pay for
her parking sticker.  We knew there -(TM)d be a wait, thinking everyone
probably had the same idea as us.

   I pulled on my panties, grabbing the first t-shirt on the pile of clean
clothes on my bed, then pulled it on.  I didn -(TM)t have time to fuss with
a bra today, besides, I had my new sweater to wear over it.

   Since this wasn -(TM)t really a school day with classes, I didn -(TM)t
think it mattered how I was dressed.

   She was getting impatient.   -œLook Slowpoke, if we don -(TM)t get there
on time, I don -(TM)t get a parking sticker.  No sticker for me means we
take the train to school!  You and I! -

   I imagined fat old guys leering at me, and grubby young ones, and other
assorted creatures that inhabit public transportation, shivering.  I didn
-(TM)t want that!

   I slipped on my blue jeans.  I was ready to go, but my pointy nipples
could be plainly seen through my t-shirt!  I thought maybe I should wear
the sweater now.  It was a beautiful oversized angora button up.

    -œI'm coming, I -(TM)m coming, just give me a minute, - I scolded her,
while putting on my Nikes.

    -œWe -(TM)ve got to leave right now Erica!  Come on! - she yelled,
grabbing me hard by the arm.  I had just enough time to grab my purse.

   Outdoors, It was getting cooler out now, and shivering, my nipples
proved it.

   We ran out the door to Alicia -(TM)s car.

    -œAlicia!  We -(TM)re not that late! -

   Today was the first day of school, for freshmen anyway, and Alicia and I
were to get our syllabuses.  First we had to go to Orientation though,
after the parking thing at Security.

   We drove the miles in silence, each of us wondering what the year would
bring us.  I was getting excited, College!  No more High School, or high
school pranks!

   The parking lot wasn -(TM)t full yet, but would be by eight.

   Campus security was behind Administration, and to get there we decided
to walk, as there was no parking to be had close to the Security building.

    -œCome on silly, this -(TM)ll only take a minute.  Then we gotta go to
Admin, and after that we -(TM)ll meet everyone at the Quad, - Alicia
stated with certainty.

   I wondered if I -(TM)d see Lisa and Carrie.  I was sure I would, sooner
or later.  I wondered how Lisa would handle being the Freshman rather than
top Senior, the bossy b*tch!  And Carrie, my panties were damp just
thinking of her.

   We both walked quickly around Admin, walking its long length past the
side door where I -(TM)d lost my pants and flip-flops to Alicia.  I
shuddered, remembering my bottomless venture through those doors the last
time, thanks to Alicia and Carrie.

   At last we reached the Security building.

   The long Security building was actually modern for the school.  Modern
ugly.  It looked like a doublewide trailer with wooden steps leading to a
small platform before the door.  At some time it -(TM)d been painted white.
Now it was gray, with splinters.

   Sure enough, there was a long line of young guys and girls hanging out
there talking, sitting on the sidewalk in little groups, cell phones and
Ipods glued to their ears.

    -œGood!  This isn -(TM)t too bad Erica!  Wait right here while I get
what I need. - She said, moving towards end of the line.  I stood alone on
the sidewalk, watching everything and everyone.

   Alicia, standing in line, moved closer and closer to the trailer door,
which was standing open.  Inside I saw a few Security people inside
standing around and one uniformed Woman sitting at a card table, doing
paperwork as students walked in.

   I was bored senseless, just hanging out when Lisa and Carrie seemed to
appear out of nowhere!

    -œWell hi little Erica, - Lisa grinned menacingly, emphasizing 
-œlittle. -

   Carrie appeared by my side, rubbing my arm.   -œBrrrrr, I didn -(TM)t
bring a sweater Erica, I'm glad you did, - she grinned and winked.

   Carrie leaned in close to me, whispering,  -œMmm, this sweater feels
good Erica, angora!  I -(TM)m so cold, and here you are, all snug and
comfy. Can I get in? - she asked as she grabbed the open side of the
sweater and tried to stretch it around her, pulling me tight into a
sideways hug.  Her tit was pressing my arm, and she was right!  Her skin
was cold.  Her nipple was hard!

    -œSo what are ya waiting for Erica, give it to her! - Lisa ordered,
now interested.  Most of the time she seemed uninterested in Carrie -(TM)s
antics with me.

    -œYour face is red, Erica, - Lisa said,  -œYou look warm enough, -

   Ohmygod, I thought, what are these two up to?  I stood back, shook my
arms out of it and handed it to a smiling Carrie.

   Carrie wrapped the sleeves around her waist.   -œWoo hoo! - she
laughed,  -œOooh, my butts warmer, thank you Princess! -

   Carrie then moved behind me, rubbing my neck and shoulders through my
t-shirt, my nipples became excited at her massage, popping through the thin
t-shirt.

   My clit had begun its journey outward, I knew, giving me goose bumps. 
It felt great!

    -œNow doesn -(TM)t that feel better Sweetie?  Than roasting in that
awful sweater? - Carrie asked innocently.

    -œOh yes, - I murmured, my hand automatically went to my crotch.

   By this time everyone had stopped what they were doing, staring
goggle-eyed at us, and I guess we did look kind of sexy!  How does she do
it?  Whenever she -(TM)s touching me I forget everything else, except my
budding clit!

   Lisa, her arms crossed as usual, declared,  -œI need to go in and get MY
sticker Carrie.  Stay here, and I -(TM)ll be right back. -

   Lisa stopped suddenly, while staring at my chest, a slow smile began to
form on her lips.

    -œCarrie, why don -(TM)t you keep Little Missy here entertained til I
get back, oh, where did you find that awful t-shirt Erica? -

    -œUh oh, - I thought.

   A lot of older students wandered by us.  They knew we were new, and
obviously freshmen.

   We saw a Goth guy and girl passing out flyers depicting a fist against a
rising sun, whatever that was.  Only right now they were more interested in
my t-shirt than anything else, thanks to that B*tch, Lisa, drawing
attention to Carrie and I.

   Carrie was still massaging my neck when Alicia entered the building,
followed by Lisa.  I saw that Lisa hadn -(TM)t bothered to go to the end of
the line and wait like everyone else.  She just followed Lisa, saying
brightly,  -œThanks for holding my spot, Alicia! -

   After a few moments I heard Lisa -(TM)s voice, followed by a louder
female voice.  Lisa must have been speaking to the Guard.

   From the corner of my eye a face appeared from one of the windows. 
Staring at Carrie and me!  Or maybe just me.  I was uncomfortable.

   I -(TM)d had enough of being stared at, saying  -œLet -(TM)s go Carrie,
they can find us in the Quad. - And began walking away from the staring
face.

   We -(TM)d made it maybe a hundred yards before I heard a yell.  
-œExcuse me young Lady!  You, there, in the TEE SHIRT! -

   Turning my head, I saw Alicia and a grinning Lisa walking towards Carrie
and I, along with the Security Guard!  The Woman one!

   I froze, she couldn -(TM)t mean me, no!

    -œYes, you! - she shouted.   -œStop right there you. -

   I didn -(TM)t know what she wanted, and I didn -(TM)t want to find out.
I didn -(TM)t want trouble, and the way Lisa was grinning at me, I knew
that was coming my way.

   I slowed down, but kept walking.  I whispered,  -œCarrie, maybe she
-(TM)ll go away if we keep walking! -

   Carrie turned towards me, whispering,  -œErica, you should stop Sweets,
see what she wants. -

    -œI cant!  I have to find the mentor today.  I have to go! - I pleaded
to Carrie, shrugging her hand off my arm.

    -œErica, knock it off, - Carrie said with authority,  -œStop being a
silly girl.  She wants to talk is all, you haven -(TM)t done anything
wrong, or have you? -

    -œHmm Naughty girl? - She asked, rubbing my butt.  I stopped, and the
Guard and Lisa caught up to us.

    -œAll right Miss, freshman huh? - The Guard asked me, ignoring Carrie.


   I nodded  -œyes. -

   She was looking me over alright, staring at my tits.  My nipples were
poking way out from the cold!  Everyone -(TM)s staring at my tits today?  I
looked down at them, they looked normal to me, and no coffee spills there
either.

   This guard looked to be about 21, blonde, dressed in a tailored uniform
shirt, worn over a white t-shirt with matching slacks with patent leather
work shoes with big soles!  She was pretty too!

   Lisa and Carrie had backed up behind me, and Alicia stood aside. 
Watching.

   The Guard began her lecture,  -œAre you aware, young woman, that
political t-shirts are not allowed to be worn on campus?  Did you not read
the handbook before coming here? -

   Mumbling, I said,  -œI Uhm, I hadn -(TM)t read the student handbook yet,
sir. -

    -œSir?  Do I look like a sir to you?  You think maybe I'm BUTCH? - Her
eyes were round.   -œI'm a Ma -(TM)am to you! -

   She was pissed off!  At me!  How was I supposed to know what to call
her? I just got here.

   Lisa just laughed at me.   -œOh yes Officer, Erica told me your school
could take it's f*ckin rules and stuff  -~em. -

   I was shocked at Lisa -(TM)s blatant lying,  -œNo way!  I Didn't! -

   Carrie was shuffling around merrily, grinning.

    -œI didn -(TM)t, I didn -(TM)t Si..er..Ma -(TM)am. - This happening
all at once, on my first day!  Trouble!

    -œErica is it? - she asked,  -œUhm Hm, sounds like you -(TM)ve a
discipline problem to me! -

   She moved in, so close I could smell the juicy fruit gum on her breath.

    -œGet it off. -

   By this time many people had gathered around, I saw students gathering
around in a circle to watch the commotion.

    -œWell, since, by your attire today, I -(TM)ll assume you have no
respect for anyone.  Let -(TM)s have it, now! - She held her hand out.

   I guess the Guard Ma -(TM)am wasn -(TM)t a fan of the Governor,  -~cause
that -(TM)s whose face was on the shirt.  I -(TM)d gotten it years ago. 
This wasn -(TM)t fair at all!  I was feeling helpless, looking to my
friends to help me out.  All I saw were grins!  They were enjoying this!

    -œBut..but, I -(TM)ll be topless! - I stammered.  I was getting wet, I
could feel it coming now!  I was blushing, and knew my clit was rising yet
again from its cozy home.

    -œSo what Missy, you -(TM)re wearing a bra.  Maybe your friend there
will lend you her sweater!  OR you can go home and wear something
respectful to this school.  But you -(TM)re not wearing THAT around HERE
where others can see it.  Now get it off!  Or do I take it off you? -

   I was truly scared of her, but I wished she would, but then she -(TM)d
think I was sick in the head or something.

   I couldn -(TM)t do it.  I guess I -(TM)d have to go home.  I -(TM)d blow
my first freshman day, and not get a mentor.  I felt like crying.  But I
was horny too!

   Lisa had been sneaking up behind me,  -œOf course, Officer, we -(TM)ll
see that Erica complies completely. -

   And with fluid motion, yanked the t-shirt over my head then down my arms
in two swift movements, like a magician!  Then tossed it aside, even taking
a bow to the now cheering crowd.

    -œOh gosh, ohmygosh, - I had my arms over both tits, hiding my
nipples. The crowd, every last face, was once of sheer amusement.

    -œMay we go then, Ma -(TM)am? - Lisa asked the Guard innocently.

    -œI don -(TM)t care, get out of here now Young Lady, and take your
topless friend with you. - The Guard stated coldly, still staring at my
now shivering form.

    -œGo on!  Get out of here!" Guard Ma -(TM)am yelled,  -œBefore I call
your parents to come and get your naked butt. -

   Lisa took off towards her car, probably driving it closer to the main
buildings, without saying a word, the B*tch.  The crowd broke up, since I
was turned around and covering my tits.

   I wondered what I was supposed to do now, for the rest of Orientation
day.  I began to sob, both hands to my face.

   Carrie and Alicia came to my side, and Carries face was full of concern.


    -œOh Erica, here you are baby, don -(TM)t cry, here. - Carrie wrapped
an arm around me, covering my shoulders in the angora sweater,  -œThere,
feel better?  We can have more fun when it warms up, I promise. - She said
it sincerely, like she was doing me a favor.  Maybe she was!  I smiled at
her, still feeling a little horny.

   Carrie winked,  -œOh Erica, you -(TM)re SO cute. -



   25 - No Experience Necessary By Drew

   Authors Note: Erica continues on her first freshman day at college.  No
classes, just orientation and mentoring. 
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   We -(TM)d made it to the Quad without further interruptions or pestering
from Carrie and Lisa.

   Alicia seemed determined to be my shadow through the whole morning! 
Maybe she was just nervous herself.

   She -(TM)d be more nervous if it were her nipples poking out of this
sweater like mine were.

    -œCome on Erica, she said cheerfully,  -Let -(TM)s go check the jobs
board, and see if there -(TM)s some part-time jobs there. -

   Job?  I thought.  Who -(TM)s talking about a job?

    -œI don -(TM)t know about that Alicia, since I don -(TM)t drive, how
-(TM)ll I get home after classes then a job?  The train? -

   I thought to myself,  -œNO FVCKIN WAY. -

    -œWell, maybe if you get a car, you wont have to rely on me for rides
huh? - she looked at me thoughtfully,  -œI don -(TM)t mind it though
Erica, really. -

   She grinned, smiling at some inner secret only she knew of.  She must be
thinking of me naked in the passenger seat.

   I -(TM)d thought about a job and car before, but never thought I could
get the money to buy a car!  Much less drive one!

   She brightened up,  -œWell, Karen -(TM)s got one for sale, Erica, it
-(TM)s a Toyota, and it runs real good, and it -(TM)s cheap! -

   For a split second I -(TM)d had a vision of myself driving around naked,
and my nipples reacted.  That -(TM)d be hot!

   My sweater was tickling my nipples, and the angora was just SO soft, I
loved it.  But if anyone looked through the side of it, they -(TM)d see my
hard, pointy nipples poking outwards like darts.  My Levi -(TM)s were
low-cut, without the belt loops, I just loved the way my abdomen sloped
downwards to my nearly hairless mound.  The bump of my clit was nearly
visible.

   They could see my nipples anyway, I imagined, as I was getting tickled
while wearing it!  They were hard, and stuck out when aroused.

    -œWell, Erica?  Lets go, we don -(TM)t have to meet our Mentors  -~til
later, so lets go and see what they have posted. -

   And with that we headed towards now familiar Administration Building.

   Trundling up the steps, I noticed the jobs board posted around the
corner of the entrance, so everyone passing by the building couldn -(TM)t
see it.  Too sloppy I imagined, to be seen from the walk.

   Across the main entrance doors, standing in display cases were the usual
trophies and flags, statuettes and ancient photos of some local sports
heroes.

   Alicia went right away to the jobs board, dragging me along by the hand.
We looked them over, and there weren -(TM)t that many really.

    -œHere we are Erica, hey, here -(TM)s one, Customer Service for
Cell-Phone Company, - She squealed with excitement.

   In my mind I had a vision of me wandering around a tiny store full of
people, bored senseless yet busy.  I couldn -(TM)t think of anything I
-(TM)d rather do less.

    -œUgh, that sounds stupid and boring Alicia, what -(TM)s the next one?
- My clit was beginning to itch, the more my sweater tickled.  I was
sweating too.

   This was all going to be sales cr*p job ads, like selling stuff at the
malls.

    -œOkayyyyy, here we ARE!  Physical Therapy Assistant.  No experience
necessary, Girls Swim Team, right here on Campus! -

    -œHmmm, I thought, I was taking only four classes this year, since my
grades were well above average I could skip the GenEd classes, mostly.

   Alicia beamed at me, as if she -(TM)d just found a thousand dollars.

    -œOh Erica!  How exciting would that be!  Lisa and Carrie both will be
on that team!  They -(TM)d be so proud of you!  Like me! - She had both my
shoulders, jumping up and down with excitement!  My sweater wasbeing pulled
dow in the process too!

    -œOh yeah!!  Uhm, but, I don -(TM)t know anything about that sporty
stuff Alicia!  You -(TM)re pulling my top off too! -

    -œOh!  Sorry Erica, that -(TM)s just SO cool, you could be there with
the Coach! - she seemed genuinely excited, though I don -(TM)t know why.

   Just helping out, handing out towels or something!   -œOh! - I thought,
naked women in the showers.  This time I wouldn -(TM)t be the only one
naked in gym.  Lisa and Carrie would be though.  Lisa naked, something I
thought I -(TM)d never live to see.

   I reasoned that if I got hired, a car might solve the ride and driving
problems, rather than depending on Alicia, Lisa or Carrie for lifts.  And
their favorite past-time of getting me naked in public.  Although the
thought gave me shivers, in my crotch.

    -œIt says no experience-required dummy. - She calmly explained,  -œGo
and talk to the Coach after your Mentor cuts you loose, - and letting go
of my hand, pushed me back out the front entrance with both her hands.

    -œQuick, go get something to eat and go talk to the Coach! -

   I was getting that hollow ball of fear in my belly, as if I had to give
a speech or something.  I dreaded a job interview.  I was nervous about
this interview.

    -œI-I'm not hungry really, and I think I -(TM)ll skip lunch Alicia. -
I said exhaling, with a fair amount of apprehension.

    -œWhatever you say Erica, just be sure and talk to her,  -~cause I told
Karen you -(TM)d want to buy the car. -

   I guess I -(TM)d better get hired, now that Alicia -(TM)s helping me get
the car.

   I -(TM)d been assigned a Mentor, Mary, a College Prep who didn -(TM)t
really want to deal with me.  At least she acted like that.  But she did
show me around the campus and field house, where hopefully I -(TM)d work at
after classes.

   Mary and I met again at the Quad.  I was standing around, pacing, and
feeling out of place in my jeans and sweater.

   Everywhere I turned, the girls here seemed to be wearing the latest
fashion, to impress their friends or pick up guys, I thought.

   I wondered if something was wrong with me, not dwelling on such things.
I'm just a simple girl with simple tastes.

   Appearing from a group of those well-dressed girls, I mean really
dressed up, was Mary, wearing a skirt, cropped top jacket and halter.  And
a nice pair of pumps too.

   No hoodies here and t-shirts like I like.  I was a little bewildered.  I
also saw there were no hot guys in their little group either.  A
sisterhood, maybe.  A fraternity.

    -œBeen waiting long Erica? - She asked as I shook my head no.

    -œGood, let me finish showing you around, then I have a class to go to.
Okay? - her eyes lingered on my clothes, staring down.

   Was that a grin or a sneer, I wasn -(TM)t sure.

    -œNice sweater.  Isn -(TM)t it hot though? - She reached out to touch
it.

   I reflectively twisted away, but met her hand instead, on my tit!  The
she pressed it.  She giggled, looking at my nipples poke up and out from
the soft material.

   Ohmygosh, she touched my tit!  I don -(TM)t even know her!

    -œOooh, you -(TM)re hard!  I mean, soft!  Sweater!  hehheh! - She just
stood there smiling at me, eyebrow raised.

   Blushing, I stammered,  -œErr, I, uhm, yes, I guess it is ah..warm. -

    -œWhy don -(TM)t ya take it off then?  Whatcha wearing under it? - she
asked as she pulled a little at the collar.  I bristled at her touch and
backed up a little.

    -œUhm, well, no, it -(TM)s alright, - I managed to explain that.

   The sun had broken through the morning haze, and I wished I had my
t-shirt to strip down to.  But I didn -(TM)t have it, that mean guard lady
did.

   Tired of whatever game she was playing, Mary said,  -œWell look, Erica,
I have to run right now, I -(TM)ll show you around later.  Meet ya back
here in an hour, okay?  Then we -(TM)ll be heading to the Auditorium for
assembly. -

   Leaving me standing there, she turned away, yelling at two other
well-dressed girls on their way to class.   -œHey, hey wait up!  Wait for
me! -

   I thought I -(TM)d take this break to visit the Coach and ask about the
Physical Therapy Assistant job.

   I wound up under the big round building, the actual gymnasium, where the
swimming pool was.  It was a large Olympic sized pool in one huge room,
with long steel arches to support the gymnasium above us.

   There were two sets of double doors on either side of this huge oblong
chamber.

   There was a deep end and a shallow end too, with a three height level
diving boards facing the deep end.

   It was shaped like a long rectangle with plenty of deck space,
surrounding it with rows and rows of narrow bleachers framing the room like
a big  -œU, - with the pool in the middle.

   The Coaches office was directly behind the diving platform, like a big
glass box stuck in the center, glass walls giving the Coaching staff an
unobstructed view of the whole pool.  Behind the desks inside Coaches
office, I noticed the locker room in back.

   The showers must be there too, I guessed.

   Peeking around cautiously, I was nervous.

   I guess because of authority figures.  I always got nervous before
speaking to new people, and I had butterflies in my belly and felt
lightheaded.

   Maybe skipping brunch for this wasn -(TM)t such a good idea.

   A woman in her mid-30 -(TM)s sat at the desk, wearing blue shorts, white
polo, and had a whistle dangling from a lanyard around her neck.

   Her blonde hair was severely tied back in a ponytail, with a visor cap
over it.  The Coach was looking down at some paperwork laid out on her
desk.

   I tapped lightly on the glass.  She looked up, clearly annoyed.  She was
pretty, in an old person thirties sort of way.

   Wagging a finger at me to come in, I followed the glass wall around the
opposite corner, where a narrow entry door was standing open.

    -œCan I help you young lady? - She asked while getting up, her
eyebrows rose after giving me the up and down once over.

    -œAre you a student here? - She asked me with pursed lips, frowning.

    -œUh, yes Ma -(TM)am, I uh, I wanted to ahm, see about the the job Ma
-(TM)am. - I stammered.  Oh god I felt like such a fool at that moment.

   What was it about people in authority that got me tongue-tied?

    -œOh yes, that.  You don -(TM)t look like much, - she stood back a
bit, appraising me.

    -œDo you think you can handle it? - She asked, eyes narrowing.

   Handle it?

    -œI..uhh, I can try Ma -(TM)am? - I stared back,  -œJust uhh, work out
some muscle cramps on people?  I think I can do that.  I-I -(TM)d like to
try anyway. -

   I felt like fainting.  I hated this nervous part of me.

    -œOhhhkay, - she crossed her arms,  -œI -(TM)ll see what we come up
with.  I know it said  -œNo experience necessary but you look like a
featherweight. -

   She sat back down, shuffling her papers.  Without looking at me, she
said,  -œI have some swimmers coming in this afternoon for a work out.  Why
don -(TM)t you come back, say, two p.m., and we -(TM)ll give you a go. 
Thank you for stopping by, young woman. -

    -œUhm, it -(TM)s Erica Ma -(TM)am. -

   And I'm  -~Coach, -(TM) nice to meet you then, be here on time please,
- She added dismissively.

   I thought of my schedule.  I -(TM)d ask Mary if I could skip the stupid
-œWelcome to the Future - play in the Auditorium.

   I couldn -(TM)t wait to tell Alicia and my friends!

   Part 2

   I wandered around the Campus, checking out hiding places  -œjust in
case, - Since Lisa and Carrie just HAD to choose the college Alicia and I
were going to.

   Trying to fill in some time before heading back to the Field House, I
-(TM)d wandered back to the Quad, doing some people watching.

   I wanted the job more than ever, after seeing how people dressed here.
This certainly wasn -(TM)t high school, and I was going to need some money
for clothes!

   My parents didn -(TM)t have any extra to give me, and it was all they
could do to pay for my books and classes.

   I saw Lisa and Carrie standing around a kiosk, talking to two young
women I didn -(TM)t know.

   I tried not to be noticed by them, but that never seems to happen with
Lisa -(TM)s radar on.

   Lisa, in a voice that asked me to come over but sounded more like a
command,  -œErica!  Come here! -

   I approached them slowly, looking the new girls over.  They looked nice,
pretty too, and dressed like everyone else around here.  Very nice.

   American Eagle jeans, black boots and peasant top on one, the same with
the brunette, but she wore a faded pencil skirt and black twill jacket.

   Lisa did the introductions, motioning me to come closer.

    -œErica, I -(TM)d like you to meet Ashley, and the Lady next to her is
Christa. - Carrie went right to my side, putting her arm around my waist,
snuggling right up to me.

   I began to blush, embarrassed at her intimacy in front of strangers.

   The bossy b*tch continued,  -œErica, Ashley and Christa are on the swim
team.  You -(TM)ll be servicing them, as well as the Freshman Swim Team. 
In otherwards, my Team. -

    -œWe can -(TM)t wait," Lisa added, flashing the group a mischievous
grin.

   My stomach began its descent into my abdomen.  I had no idea Lisa was on
a swim team.  I didn -(TM)t know as much about her as I thought, because I
was kept busy trying to stay away from her!

   Lisa -(TM)s had me worried and I haven -(TM)t even begun my job!

   It was the not knowing what was going to happen, yet I knew my pussy
would be drenched soon.  That was making me horny!  The uncertainty!  Or
apprehension, either way, I'd be horny.

   Carrie had felt me tense up at Lisa -(TM)s words, and began to rub my
back and neck.

   Her small warm hands were having the predictable response in my crotch,
but I tried to hide it.

    -œErica, Sweetie, these are new friends of ours, now don -(TM)t be
rude, say hello! - She swatted me on my butt-cheeks, making an audible 
-œsmack. -

    -œUmph, - I exhaled loudly!   -œAh..hey! - I gasped.

   My ass-cheeks stayed tense, so Carrie -(TM)s hand stayed on my butt,
rubbing my round cheeks through the denim material.

   The two new girls, Ashley and Christa both giggled, looking at me, then
Carrie, then Lisa.  To gauge their reactions, I guess.  Or waiting for Lisa
to do something.

   Since it seemed to them 'business as usual,' here, they pretended
nothing was amiss, yet kept on grinning and smiling to each other.

   I wondered what Lisa had told them about me, exactly.

   Carrie still had her hand on my butt.  She knows no shame!  Ass-rubbing
in public!  My ass at that!  On Campus!

   Should she be rubbing my ass at all?

   I thought a moment, and my mind said no, but my pussy said otherwise,
the dampness in my jeans had begun making a spot.

    -œUt oh, - I thought nervously, how the hell am I gonna make that go
away!

   I must smell now too!

   I looked pleadingly to Lisa, but she seemed unconcerned about anything
at the moment, least of all me.

   She just stood there, arms crossed, her gaze was always somewhere above
everyone -(TM)s eyes, like she was looking for something far away.

   The new girls broke this awkward moment.  Christa seemed embarrassed at
Carries open display of affection.

   I was breathing a little heavier, and they could hear it.  My knees were
getting weak.

    -œErica, - Ashley spoke up,  -œNice to meet you Erica, I -(TM)m glad
you took the job, you -(TM)re so cute! -

   She -(TM)s a bubbly girl I think, perky.

   I stammered,  -œHum, I -(TM)m o-kay I guess.  Nice to meet you, - I
gave her a weak smile.

   Carrie interrupted,  -œOkay?  Erica, you -(TM)re adorable!  Don -(TM)t
be so modest, - then stuck her fingertips inside my sweater.

    -œMy fingers are cold, I hate that. - Carrie smiled wickedly now, she
was up to something.

   I tried to reach out and shake Christa and Ashley -(TM)s hands.  Since
they standing further away from me, I had to step in to reach their
outstretched hands.

   Smiling at Ashley, I shook her hand, looking at her face.

   She smiled back in a friendly way, her eyes straying to my chest.

   Glancing down at what she was looking at, my right nipple was showing!

   I squeaked,  -œOopsie! -

   I brought my hand over my now exposed tit.

    -œCarrie! - I gasped again!

   Carrie just laughed,  -œSee, - She explained casually to the others, 
-œshe -(TM)s adorable. -

   She -(TM)d undone the two top buttons of my sweater, somehow doing it
innocently.

    -œWell well well, - Lisa drawled slowly,  -œErica strikes again huh?
Our friends here aren -(TM)t interested in your little bumps Erica. -

   Carrie smiled, adding,  -œAre you girls?  Ladies? -

   Ashley and Christa smiled nervously at each other at this turn of
events. This must be a new experience for them too.  Tits in public.  Mine.


   Lisa laughed at them.  No embarrassment there, I thought dryly.  The
b*tch.

   Lisa acts like this happens every day.  Like watching a person getting
felt up in front of new people was an everyday kind of thing.

   Lisa eyed them.  Why is this b*tchy, bossy girl always one-upping
everyone?

   Christa spoke up,  -I just love little boobies Lisa, they -(TM)re so
cute, especially on a cute person like her, - She added, pointing at me
and giggling like a schoolgirl, which she is!

   She was so caught up in the moment, she said quickly,  -œUhhh!  From an
art majors -(TM) point of view!  Of course. -

   She glanced at her friend Ashley, giggling more!  If their hands hadn
-(TM)t been hiding their grins I -(TM)d have felt better about them.

   Christa, the art girl said to Lisa,  -œIt looks awfully uncomfortable on
her Lisa.  Look at her face, she -(TM)s beet red, like she has a
temperature. -

    -œCarrie, - Lisa commanded,  -œDo the honors? -

    -œOh no Lisa, lets let our new friend here do it.  She -(TM)s the one
who -(TM)s concerned for our little Erica -(TM)s welfare. -

   Ashley reasoned with Carrie,  -œWell, I just don -(TM)t want her to
faint or something, she has a busy  -~rest of the day -(TM) today. 
Especially following us after the meet. -

   Ashley came to face me, Carrie now backing away from my butt she -(TM)d
been massaging.

   Christa seemed more than happy to help me out, of my sweater, that is.
Thye stood side by side, studying me, my reaction.

   I figured I may as well go with it, there's too many to cut and run. 
Plus I was surrounded!

    -œHere Sweetheart, you can wear this ugly sweater wrapped around your
neck, and the sleeves will hide your cute little ahh..  boobies, - Christa
said, facing me.

   And with that, she stepped in, unbuttoning the sweaters' last four
buttons on my sweater, slowly.

   Just her feather-light touch to my belly was sending light waves of
pleasure through my lower abdomen.  My mound was swelling, opening my
pussy-lips and adding pressure to it.  My nipples were erect and alert, the
wet spot growing.  Damn these jeans, what was I thinking?

   Carrie held her breath, looking at me, eyes looking shiny.

   My clit was aware I was about to be topless again, here on Campus!  It
was as erect as it could be, trying to poke out in these damned tight
jeans.

   Maybe that -(TM)s why I always wear engineer jeans or bibs, plenty of
room for  -~emergencies. -(TM)

   In front of everyone, I was getting stripped!  This important place
seemed very wrong to topless in.

   She undid the last button, then, using both hands to slowly open both
sides of the sweater, she pulled it gently off my shoulders, letting it
fall to my waist where it stayed, resting on the curvature of my rounded
butt.  Her eyes went directly to my nipples, and stayed there, fixed on
them.

   I was topless.

    -œOh my, oh my, lovely, just lovely, - she murmured, looking me over,
up and down.

    -œHer nipples are so long!  Ashley, come see! -

   I was blushing profusely.  I -(TM)d been sweating in the heavy garment,
and there was a breeze blowing gently over my erect nipples, making
electric current to my now engorged clit.

   Ashley wasted no time,  -œLemme see!  Lemme see! -

   Great, I was going to have a tit exam in public too.

   Ashley leaned in close, her warm breath on my nipples,  -œOOOooo yes,
odd, her breasts are small, but her nipples are so long, and rounded!  I
bet they -(TM)re really sensitive to touch huh Erica? -

   She tweaked one between her forefinger and thumb.

   I jumped  -œAh!  Hey!  That tickles! -

   Looking around anxiously like a caged cat, I looked for an escape from
this little group of curious women.  Seeing none, I backed up, into Carrie.


    -œHere Sweetie, let me help you get this old hot thing completely off,
then we -(TM)ll knot it under your neck! - she said, smiling wide.

   Like that was the solution to world poverty or something.  At least a
knot with sleeves for cover is better than naked on top.

   Our group decided to walk away from the Quad, towards the Field House.
Somehow we'd not drawn attention to ourselves, me in particular.

   The women chatted away amiably as if nothing was wrong, but the two new
girls, Christa and Ashley, seemed fascinated by my nudity, albeit topless.

   I thought it -(TM)d be a good idea not to flash everyone we passed, and
there weren -(TM)t that many people heading there.

   The sweater sleeves did a crappy job of hiding my tits, but I said
nothing, else Lisa might decide to do more, and I -(TM)d be in worse shape
for my job interview as I was now.

   26  -" Erica Red

   I opened the door to my room nervously, hearing Carrie's playful knock.

   "Sqeee!" the strawberry-blonde exclaimed.  "Oh, you did it, Erica!  It
looks so adorable!"

   Fussing bashfully, I averted my eyes and lifted a hand to tease the tips
of my shoulder-length locks.  Greatly daring, I had taken the brave step
and dyed my hair red.  Well, not completely red -- but I did have my
sandy-brown tresses streaked with red highlights.  The only thing was, the
treatment darkened the overall color making me appear more brunette, and
the red really stood out, almost fiery in contrast.

   Carrie, looming before me, pushed me back a few paces as she entered my
room.  Suddenly, her hand that was softly on my chest, reached down to pop
open the button of my jeans.  They were tight, and hugged my slender legs
and hips nicely.  I guess I had been dressing sexier since we started
college.

   "Oh!" I gasped, when my friend opened the front flaps wide.  "What --
what are you doing?"

   The taller young woman had prodded me into the middle of my room.  Now
she stood back, one knee bent forward and hands on her own curvy hips as
she evaluated me.  "Take off your clothes --"

   "Carrie!" I brought my hands to my mouth in shock, but nearly melted as
she gave me a sly smile.

   "Come on, Erica," she giggled.  "I want to see what your new hair-do
looks like when you're naked!"

   Flustered, I turned around, continuing to play with the open flaps of my
jeans.  The room was feeling really warm.  Then my eye caught sight of the
digital clock on my dresser.  I spun on my heel to face Carrie.

   "Um, no time for that!  We're going to be late --"

   The girl hefted her backpack over her shoulder and pouted.  "But I have
a new outfit for you to try on."

   Grabbing my books on the nearby end table, I squeezed past Carrie on my
way out through the door.  "No time for that either!"

   I could hear my friend chuckling about my haste and urgency, as she
bounded down the hall after me.  Soon we were both outside and piled into
her car.  It was a rather uneventful drive to campus, as I simply closed my
eyes and listened to Carrie chatting away.  I think I liked listening to
her melodic voice more than the music from the radio.

   "See -- we had plenty of time!" Carrie said once we pulled into the
student parking lot.  "Well, maybe I can get you to change into my new
outfit before class --"

   I turned my head to look over the shoulder of the passenger seat
headrest, still fussing with my newly dyed hair.  Checking the vanity
mirror, I asked distractedly, "What -- right here?"

   "Of course!" the bubbly blonde answered.  "Now come on, get your clothes
off."

   I looked at my friend out of the corner of my eye.  "Everything?"

   "Mmm hmmm," she nodded and licked her lips.

   "Carrie, no!"

   After a breathless pause, I gathered my books in one arm and pushed open
the passenger side door.  I had to admit, parts of my body were starting to
tingle.  But I tried to put this out of my mind as I started walking
briskly across the parking lot.

   When Carrie caught up with me, I tried to explain.  "Look -- we really
are going to be cutting it kind of close.  We have to walk all the way to
the building with our classroom.  And honestly, I just have a feeling that
if I start to undress, something terribly embarrassing will happen!"

   "Whatever you say," my friend said with a warm smile.  "Maybe later --"

   As we stalked forward in silence, in the cool autumn air, I wondered
what she meant by that last comment.  We were beginning to merge with a
larger press of students.  My thoughts were soon drawn elsewhere as I took
note of these strange faces passing before us, all around us, even turning
back to regard Carrie and I.  There was a cute guy -- and over there, a
young woman with a nice butt -- cool shoes on that one -- wow, how do they
afford such expensive accessories, with the cost of tuition?

   Then I started noticing more and more people secretly pointing at the
two of us and snickering.  Just a glimpse here, or a flash of someone's
amused eyes, maybe someone mouthing some words that I didn't quite
understand.

   "Carrie, why are they staring at us?" I asked, rising up on my toes to
whisper in my friend's ear.

   She kept me moving with a hand on my back, but said innocently, "I don't
know.  Two hot freshman females -- I guess there's a lot to ogle."

   "Perhaps you," I confided while blushing.

   "Erica!" Carrie squeezed my shoulder cheerfully.  "You are so cute!  I
bet they're all staring at your hot new sexy red hair!"

   I wish she didn't remind me.  Now I was feeling more self-conscious, and
I was starting to regret taking any measures that would draw added
attention.  Still, I tried to hold my little chin up high as we crossed the
plaza and came within sight of the central building.  With Carrie at my
side, we paraded through the automatic sliding doors.

   Once we were inside, there was a buzz of activity.  I could see
countless students making their way back and forth between classrooms. 
Some people stopped to check bulletin boards.  There were kiosk machines
everywhere, it seemed, and always a throng of young people waiting to
access their schedule or other information.  A couple of times, we saw an
older man or woman toting textbooks and notebooks.  "Returning" students, I
guessed.

   And then Carrie was waving over to a group of girls, some of the other
freshmen we met during the first few weeks of the term.  At once, she
bounced over to greet them, and I was left sauntering my way behind her.

   "Ooooh --.  Erica, I like your hair!" Ashley grinned and clapped her
hands.

   Christa, an art student, eyed me critically and then said.  "Um yeah,
that does give you a more sultry look.  But are you trying to start a new
fashion trend?"

   "Huh?" I was caught off-guard, pausing with my hands midway running
through my dark scarlet tresses.

   "I think it brings out her brown eyes," Carrie said helpfully.

   Christa only shook her head and laughed.  "Yes, but what has that got to
do with why her jeans are hanging open --"

   "What?!!" I practically screeched, turning around in embarrassment.

   I looked down, and realized for the first time, that I had never fixed
the front of my jeans after Carrie unbuttoned them this morning!  They were
so comfortable that I swear I didn't notice.  And with the tight fit, it
wasn't like they were ever in danger of slipping down.  But as I held open
both flaps in disbelief, I saw that my panties would have been in full
view! I had chosen the briefest of silky underwear, also because of the
snug fit, which just barely came up to my crotch.  I was pretty certain
that anyone seeing the front of my panties would know I was clean shaven.

   And I had just walked across campus like this!

   As I fumbled and tried to hurriedly snap shut my pants, Carrie giggled.
"Oh, too bad you had to mention it to Erica.  I was going to pull them down
when we walked into class!"

   The girls burst out laughing, and I was left standing mortified, my
brown eyes wide.  Maybe I was a little turned on, too.

   "You wouldn't have!" I gasped.

   Carrie ran a finger lightly down the side of my face.  "Maybe, maybe
not. Maybe I would have pulled your underwear down at the same time, and
exposed your cute little ass!"

   Speechless, I took a deep breath, while running my hands fretfully
through my hair.  The buxom strawberry-blonde took this opportunity to step
forward, and proceeded to undo the buttons that I had just fixed.

   Well, once again, it seemed decisions about how I present myself were
taken out of my hands.  At the urging of our two new friends, I was
persuaded to leave my jeans open, with my low-cut panties on display!  I
mean, how humiliating -- if I wasn't wearing at least this shred of
material, my pussy would be showing!  But no one seemed to mind, although
people did continue to point and stare as we started back down the wide
corridor.  I sure didn't want to arrive late to class like this!

   Along with a pack of other students, we rounded a corner and then had to
climb some stairs to the second floor.  I felt Carrie slip behind me, and I
immediately tensed.  I didn't know if she would truly pants me in the
middle of all these people!  But we continued to press forward, and I had
to hold my books tight against my shirt as I felt my nipples hardening.  My
friend had her backpack slung over her shoulders, so she had both hands
free to bring them to rest on my sweet hips.

   As we approached the classroom door, I could feel Carrie's fingers on
the sides of my jeans.  I saw that there were already dozens of students
seated and waiting for the professor's lecture to begin.  Her fingers
hooked around the denim material -- and then hooked inside the elastic band
of my panties!

   "Do it!" I whispered to her, over my shoulder.

   Her big breasts squished against my back, her nose and mouth were on my
neck, and then inhaling the perfume of my red-dyed hair.  My heart was
beating faster, and my clit poked out fully extended.

   "Do it!" I pleaded.  And yet, I couldn't believe I was asking Carrie to
pull down my pants and underwear in front of everyone.

   Her grip tightened, we were standing at the head of the classroom.  I
closed my eyes, bracing myself for the exposure, ready to savor the
humiliation.  And then I heard heavy footsteps behind us, and a gruff male
voice.

   "Ladies, do please find yourselves some seats --" said the Professor in
an exasperated tone.

   Carrie quickly steered me with her hold on my jeans, and turned me to
start walking down an aisle between seats.  The Professor never saw my open
pants, but he continued to admonish us like naughty schoolgirls.

   "I hope I'm not going to have to keep an eye on you two!"

   "Yes, sir.  We will be good," Carrie replied sweetly.  I could picture
her turning to do a curtsey.

   We finally made it to the end of the row of desks.  They were those
metal chairs, with the collapsible writing tray that pulled up and folded
over.  Carrie sat in the seat in front of me, and I slid into the
desk-chair behind her.  While we waited for the last few students to
arrive, my friend leaned back so I could brush out her long
strawberry-blonde hair.

   Leaning forward, I confessed to her, "That would have been so hot, if
you stripped me in front of the Professor!"

   "Yeah, I wonder when was the last time he saw a young girl's puckered
flower!" Carrie giggled.

   Oh my, when she put it like that, it would be pretty embarrassing to
show my genitals!  I leaned back and slowly slipped a hand into my panties.
It was then that I discovered that I had made myself wet, and the light
fabric was drenched!  I was afraid that the front was probably rendered
transparent, and during my walk down the aisle, the seated students must
have gotten a good look at my camel-toe pussy!

   Too late, I was already stroking my hairless vulva, inserting a finger
and using my thumb to tease my swollen clitoris.  Right here in our college
classroom!

   "Mmmmmph!" I gave a strangled, muffled groan, and accidentally kicked
Carrie's chair.

   My friend turned around to look at me, a bemused expression on her face.
"Erica, did you just have an orgasm?"

   "Oh, Carrie --" I cried softly in bittersweet misery.  "I've made myself
cum.  It's seeping through my panties and running down my leg!"

   Carrie was silent for a moment, and then she said kindly, "Don't worry,
baby girl.  We'll get you all fixed up after class.  Just try to relax, it
will be all right."

   "OK," I murmured, somewhat soothed by the young woman's words.

   The rest of the class, I kind of sat there in a haze, not really paying
attention.  I don't believe I ever opened up my notebook.  Later, I would
have to catch up with Carrie.  But as we neared the end of the period, I
began to worry if people would smell the aroma of my juices.  And worse
would be when I had to stand up again.

   Well, eventually the dreaded lecture was over.  I waited a good few
minutes for the students on either side of us to get out of their seats and
leave the room.  Soon, I looked up to see Carrie standing with arms folded
across her breasts, foot tapping.  Biting my lip, I reluctantly eased my
legs to the side of the chair, and climbed to my feet.  When I looked down
at myself, I was horrified.

   The crotch of the small panties was of course drenched.  But even more
embarrassing, my juices had streamed down both my legs, and left dark
rivers down the front of my jeans.  I was unable to even button them closed
again, as Carrie only laughed and took my hand.  She said I looked "cute",
like a little girl who had wet herself!  With my other hand feebly
clutching my books, we made our exit from the classroom.

   I really wasn't sure what it would look like.  I mean, how likely was it
that a college student would piss herself?  Would people assume I must have
been masturbating and creamed my pants?  Maybe it could have been some
other kind of liquid accident.  Unfortunately, the way the twin trail of
stains ran from the inside of my thighs down to the front of my knees, it
was obvious that the source of the stains emanated from my crotch.  I just
wanted to get these jeans off!

   It was so humiliating as we continued to press ourselves through the
building.  Not only was I brazenly displaying my damp undies, that hung
down to reveal not a wisp of pubic hair, but people were seeing my cum
stains as well!  And I bet they could smell the musk of my horniness.  I
wish Carrie didn't get me so excited all the time!

   Fortunately, we had some time to spare before our next classes, although
we didn't have those together.  Still, my friend suggested we head over to
the Performing Arts Center, where Alicia was scheduled to try out for the
orchestra.  She promised me it would be a lot more private over there, not
as many people around, and we could take care of my little "accident".  I
wasn't sure what she had in mind, but I followed anyway, since Carrie was
tugging me along by the hand.

   We had a bit of a hike across campus, prolonging my embarrassing
predicament.  There were more whistles and grins from the passing student
population, as well as mocking laughter.  I wonder if Carrie knew that the
more I was humiliated like this, the more I sought her comfort and
nurturing embrace.  All I could think of was sucking on her juicy teats,
which kept my mind off the snickering comments about the state of my jeans.


   Before I knew it, we had crossed one of the campus streets, into a
faculty parking lot and were heading up the steps to the Performing Arts
Center.  Once inside the main lobby, it was definitely a lot quieter here,
and it was a relief to be out of sight from prying eyes.  Carrie led me
around a corner, and then down some wide black wooden steps.  I felt like I
was being taken to a dungeon!

   In fact, on the lower level was where they had a number of rehearsal
studios, classrooms, and a couple of practice stages.  It was into the
musky darkness of one of these auditorium-like chambers that the two of us
slunk into.  At least, no one would be able to see my embarrassing jeans
with the fronts pulled open.  But we could see about a dozen students with
various musical instruments lined up on stage.  Just beneath the platform
appeared to be the director of the Music Program, and his associates.

   There were less than a handful of people in the raised seating closest
to the stage, other friends of the other students being evaluated.  All
told, I figured there were twenty people between the students and faculty.
Carrie paused when we walked into the room and pointed to Alicia with her
flute.

   "Hi Alicia!" she called out, bouncing up and down.

   Our brunette friend giggled and waved back at us.  But the Music
Director was not at all pleased.  He turned to look in our direction and
warned us that interruptions would not be tolerated.  Carrie was always
getting me in trouble.  I hope she didn't get me thrown out of college!

   After making our apologies, she and I scurried up to the back row, and
filed all the way toward the middle of the seats.  We had an excellent view
of the musicians on stage.  But as soon as one talented young man began
playing a violin solo, Carrie decided it was time to take care of business.


   "OK, Erica, let's get these things off you!"

   In the semi-darkness of the back row, no one noticed as my friend moved
across a couple of seats so she could lift my legs and begin working on the
laces of my sneakers.  Within moments, both my shoes bounced to the floor.
Thankfully, the sound of the music covered any noise.  She then took my
jeans by the sides, and started wiggling them down my legs.  It was
surreal, being stripped by Carrie like this in a room full of people, and I
couldn't offer any resistance.

   When I was sitting sideways in my silky, skimpy panties, Carrie held my
feet in her lap and caressed my bare legs.  I was wearing short ankle
socks, the kind with the frilly cuffs.

   "Oooh, I like these!" my friend commented as she then leaned across me
to touch the elastic band of my panties.

   Her fingers worked quickly, and soon the delicate material was being
pulled down my hips -- past my butt, lower and lower, until Carrie had my
underwear around my feet.  She took them off completely, then discarded the
damp things to the side.

   "Oh!" I gasped, feeling my bald pussy exposed.

   "Shhh!" came the hushed warning from one of the folks below.

   "Sorry!" Carrie said aloud, with me laying here bottomless!

   In the effort of getting my shoes off, and my pants and underwear, I had
raised my shirt up until the hem was just below my breasts.  I was
effectively naked from my tummy down to my socks.  Carrie leaned across me
again, running a hand over my flat sexy stomach, and then bent down to kiss
my bellybutton.

   "You know, Erica," she looked up with a devilish smile.  "I could strip
you totally nude back here.  You would like that, wouldn't you?"

   "Uh-huh --" I said weakly, spreading my legs apart.

   Carrie sat up straight eagerly, giggling, and took one of my feet in her
hands.  I watched as she began peeling off the sock until my bare heel came
into view.  But then I stopped her.

   "Wait -- I don't think this is a good idea," I said squirming in my
seat. "There's a lot of people in this room, and I could get caught!"

   My friend considered for a moment.  "Hmmm -- I suppose you're right. 
Maybe I should just let you get dressed."

   But first, Carrie told me, I had to get cleaned up.  My legs were still
spread obscenely wide, with one resting on the back of the chair between
us, and my other slender leg dangling to the floor.  Between this parted
view, I observed Carrie go into her backpack and retrieve some tissues.

   I placed my hands behind my head and arched my back all the way, until I
was just staring up into the darkness of the ceiling.  Alicia must have
started her audition, as I heard a sweet melody on the flute.  This was so
unreal, lying like this in the back row of a theatre in the Performing Arts
Center, while Carrie began squeezing my knees and rubbing my thighs.  She
was checking for the sticky spots, but her hands felt amazingly good.  I'm
afraid I trembled at her touch, my pussy opening up in her face.

   "There, there," she said -- and started to lick between my thighs!

   "Aaaahhhh --" I had to bring a clenched fist to my mouth to keep from
moaning.

   "Shush!" came an annoyed voice close to the stage.

   Meanwhile, Alicia kept playing her flute, and Carrie kept licking my
smooth legs.  Finally, she moved her face close enough to breath on my
pussy.  She stuck her tongue out, just able to use the tip to taste and
flick my clitoris.  Then she lapped one big stroke over my bare pubic
mound, which caused me to shudder, but did not send me over the edge.

   "All clean," Carrie announced, and now used the tissues to pat my crotch
and inner thighs dry.

   I blinked, uncomprehending for a moment, as my friend turned around and
started going through her bag again.  I was so aroused, now I was ready to
tear the rest of my clothes off!  Instead, Carrie held out what appeared to
be a little skirt.  It was tartan, a kind of black and purple plaid, and
from waistband to hem did not seem very wide.

   Carrie helped me to a more comfortable sitting position and explained,
"This is your new outfit, Erica!"

   "What -- what about my panties?" I asked, looking around for my
discarded underwear.

   My friend only laughed, "Oh, you don't want those things right now. 
Besides, it will be so cool for you to go the rest of the day without
anything under your skirt!"

   "I guess -- but will it cover me?" I was uncertain, taking the material
and holding it against my body.

   "It will cover enough," Carrie admitted.  "Now go ahead, and put it on."


   Well, I wrapped the skirt around my slim hips, and it did fit rather
nice.  Pulling the zipper up at the side, the hem fell just below my
crotch, leaving me showing a lot of thigh.  I could feel my bare ass on the
cushion of the seat, which meant the back only hung low enough to conceal
my cheeks from being seen from behind.  What a way this would be to spend
sitting in class!

   Carrie was crouched down on the floor again, putting the sneakers back
on my little feet.  From such a position, she had an obstructed view of my
bare pussy, with my knees parted.  I know she had just been getting
friendly with my kitty only moments ago, but somehow being exposed beneath
a short pleated skirt like this, seemed so naughty!

   Just then, I looked up and noticed Alicia had finished her beautiful
flute solo.  There was a brief exchange with the Music Director, and then
she started packing up her instrument.  Carrie helped me to my feet, and
signaled we should go toward the stage to meet our friend.  Cautiously I
maneuvered my nubile body between the rows of seats, conscious of the skirt
that felt too short.

   As I walked down the sloped floor, I realized that the wooly fabric
swished deliciously over my bald vulva.  And if I pressed my hand against
my crotch, the tiny bristles of fibers would tickle my lower lips!  I would
have to be very careful how I moved, and where I placed my hands --

   "Alicia!  That was wonderful!" the strawberry-blonde bounced past me in
her excitement.

   Alicia broke into a wide grin and said, "It was so sweet of you two to
come and watch!  I think you brought me good luck --"

   "Ladies!" the Music Director interrupted.  "There are other students
that are being evaluated.  I'm going to have to kindly ask you to leave the
room!"

   I must have been blushing, and too flustered in my little skirt to do
anything.  But the other girls giggled at their indiscretion, and when the
director turned his head back to the stage, Carrie stuck her tongue out at
him.  All I could think of, was where that tongue had been a few minutes
ago --

   "Oh, be nice!" Alicia laughed, grabbing Carrie by the arm and me by my
shirt, and tugging us toward the doors to the theatre.

   When we tumbled out into the hall of the Performing Arts Center, we
rounded a corner before my brunette friend took appraisal of me for the
first time.

   "Erica!" she exclaimed, much to my embarrassment.  "Your hair -- that
looks so hot!  And that cute skirt, where did you get it?"

   "Carrie gave it to me," I mumbled, rubbing one sneaker behind my other
leg.

   Alicia cradled an elbow in her hand as she continued to regard me. 
"Yeah, it doesn't look like something you'd usually pull out of your
wardrobe.  But with your red hair and that purple little thing, Erica, you
look positively sexy!"

   Carrie had skillfully positioned herself behind me, wrapping her arms
around me in a hug.  But then she looked at Alicia from over my shoulder --


   "Well, check this out!"

   With just the three of us standing out here in the hallway, Carrie
flipped up my skirt, holding the hem high above my hips!

   "Oh my gosh!" Alicia pointed and laughed.  "Erica, your -- you know --
it's sticking right out!"

   "Maybe she's happy to see you," Carrie giggled and tickled my butt with
her fingers.

   I thought I would die of embarrassment.  I wiggled and squirmed, my bare
pussy still on display, until I thought I would slip out of the skirt
entirely.

   "So no panties, huh?" Alicia continued to observe me.  "Carrie, I guess
you won't be satisfied until you send our girl to class without a stitch
on!"

   My strawberry-blonde friend lifted her hands to touch and fondle my
ears. "Oooh -- I think I may just do that.  One day, I'll talk Erica into
walking up to her class stark naked, and finding a seat in the front row!"

   "No -- way!" I protested, and turned myself around to face the buxom
young woman.

   "Well, you have to admit, that secretly you would like to try it --"

   And then, Carrie planted a kiss on me, full on the lips!  Our tongues
touched briefly, before she gently pulled my bottom lip through her teeth.
After that, all I could do was murmur.

   "Maybe --"

   Alicia grabbed me by the arm, and pulled me out of the embrace.  "All
right, you two.  I have to make it to my next class, and I want Erica to
walk with me."

   "My class is on the other side of campus," Carrie pouted.  "When can we
hook up again?"

   Our natural brunette friend gave the matter some thought, and then said,
"Let's meet up back here at the Performing Arts Center after class.  The
auditions will be over by then, and I think this place will be pretty
deserted."

   "Cool!" Carrie exclaimed, her face brightening.  "I'll tell Christa and
Ashley.  Maybe they can hang out with us later!"

   With that, she turned and bounced down the hallway, leaving Alicia and I
to walk in the opposite direction.

   "Um -- that was a very nice flute solo," I said awkwardly as soon as we
left the building.

   However, all Alicia wanted to talk about was how much she liked my new
hair, and how hot I looked in this little plaid skirt.  I guess that should
have made me feel better, but the attention only seemed to bring
humiliation.  She kept saying that she couldn't believe I wasn't wearing
any panties.  Sometimes, it seemed like she announced this news to the
whole campus!

   We had to walk to the student parking lot first, so Alicia could put her
flute back in her car.  Then my friend was dragging me back across the
street, heading toward the science center.  At times, she moved so fast and
pulled me along after her, I feared the back of my skirt was flapping up --
flashing my bare ass!  There certainly were a lot of comments as we walked
past and through crowds of students.

   Alicia seemed so proud at the responses I was getting, meanwhile I felt
so ashamed!  More so, because I was getting totally turned-on!

   Finally, we had to part ways, and my friend teased me one last time,
reminding me not to loose my skirt.  Well, I wasn't going to let that
happen as I began my walk across the street to another building.  Still, it
was pretty hard to keep my mind off my body, especially the bits that were
so sensitive.  I fumbled with the hem of the material on my way to class,
and I was sure everyone knew that I didn't have on any underwear.  There
were some looks of disgust, I guess, and lots of smiles and winks.  Most
people couldn't take their eyes off my sweet schoolgirl legs, or so I liked
to imagine.

   Sitting through that hour and a half long lecture was torture!  I never
thought college classes could be so boring.  But then, I had registered
late, so I suppose I didn't have the best pick of interesting subjects.  My
mind started to drift, and I played with the idea of slowly removing the
skirt Carrie gave to me.  Then I would find an excuse to jump out of my
chair, and stand bottomless in front of all these students!  Of course,
such thoughts only served to make me horny, but I dare not touch myself
again.  I didn't want to have another "accident" like earlier.

   Toward the end of the lecture, one girl sitting in front of me turned
around and snapped shut her compact mirror.  "You know -- if you're going
to shave your pussy, you should really wear a longer skirt --"

   Oh my gosh, I was so embarrassed!  She probably thought I was some kind
of slut!  I think I would have buried my face in my arms, but then the
professor signaled that we were dismissed.  Rising to my feet, I simply
grabbed my books, and ran out of the classroom.  Amazingly, all I could
think of now, was how much I wanted to see my friends.

   As I jogged across campus, I could feel the little skirt gently lifting
up and down off my lap.  I'm sure the cheeks of my cute behind peeked into
view as I scampered over the path.  But I didn't care.  I just wanted to be
away from all those staring, leering eyes.  And all those students who knew
my dirty little secret --

   When I reached the Performing Arts Center, I paused to catch my breath.
Actually, I waited a few minutes to calm myself down before proceeding to
venture inside.  The remainder of my schedule was clear today.  I wondered
if the other girls were here already, and if Carrie would get Christa and
Ashley to join us.

   True enough, as I entered the building, the place seemed very quiet.  My
sneakers squeaked and echoed down the ground floor corridor.

   "Hello?" I bravely called out.

   There was no reply.  No music students or drama students, and no
faculty. I shrugged my shoulders, but also felt a shiver run down my spine.
For some reason, I trembled with fear and excitement.

   All by myself, I found the stairs that led to the lower level, to one of
the performance stage rooms with its bright lights and black walls.  It was
here that I discovered Carrie and her two friends waiting.

   "Hi Erica!" Ashley waved me over.  "Oh my, but that is a darling skirt!"


   They were sitting up on the raised platform, a good several feet off the
floor, and I mumbled, "Thanks --"

   "We were just talking," Carrie said as she helped me up the steps, "and
saying how it was too bad you don't play an instrument, Erica!"

   "Oh, but I've never been musically talented," I admitted.

   Christa smiled as she took in the sight of me standing in the spotlight.
"But we could just picture you up here as part of the orchestra, or playing
in the jazz band --"

   "Maybe she could have one of her clothing accidents!" Ashley giggled and
winked at me.

   Blushing, I tried to explain, "Well I don't like being up in front of an
audience, so you'll never catch me on stage."

   "Is that so?"

   We all turned to look back toward the doorway to the room.  To my
surprise, it was the blonde bitch Lisa!  And she was walking toward the
stage with Alicia.  I saw that my friend had returned with her flute case.
Since I remembered she had made a special trip to put it back in her car, I
figured it must have been Lisa's suggestion that she bring back to the
Performing Arts Center.  I wondered what she had in mind.

   As instructed, Alicia climbed onto the stage and began unpacking her
instrument.  She assembled the two pieces, and then Lisa started to
explain.

   "Erica, you may not be any good at making music.  But you do like to
dance, don't you?"

   Rubbing a foot shyly behind my leg, I looked down at the bossy blonde
and answered, "Yes -- I like to dance."

   Carrie clapped her hands and said, "This should be entertaining!"

   "Indeed," Lisa continued.  "Now, little Erica, when Alicia begins to
play for us on her flute -- you're going to dance.  And as you dance to her
music, you're going to strip!"

   "What?!!" I cried as my friends erupted in cheers and laughter.  "What
if -- what if she keeps playing?"

   Lisa only offered a smug smirk as she found herself a seat in the front
row, directly in front of the stage.  "Well that depends on how far Alicia
wants to go --"

   I stood with my mouth hanging open.  Speechless, I couldn't find the
words to express my doubt or concerns.  I noticed Lisa didn't make any
comment about my hair.  And then, my brunette friend put the flute to her
lips and played a few notes.  I looked to her, my eyes wide.

   She started playing a really beautiful melody, similar to the one she
played at her audition.  Then her eyes narrowed, and she changed the tune
to a more slinky, slithery number, almost like a snake charmer from India.
I couldn't help but let the music seep into my body.  My shoulders started
reflexively shifting up and down, as I wiggled my hips in time with
Alicia's rhythm.  I closed my eyes and ran both my hands through my hair.

   And then my fingers wandered down my shirt, grabbing and squeezing my
breasts.  It wasn't so much as Lisa's command, as the spirit of the music,
which made me start to undo the buttons.  Soon, I had the front all the way
open, my bare tummy and cute bellybutton on display.  Alicia kept playing,
and I kept dancing -- turning around slowly, shrugging the light material
of my shirt off my shoulders.  I felt so alive, my heart beating faster,
and then I took my top completely off so that the fabric floated to the
floor in front of the stage.  Standing up there in just my bra, my hands
instinctively cupped my breasts.  I silently shook my head.

   However, I could see my friend smiling at me with her eyes, and I had no
choice but to move my hands behind my back to reach for the clasp of my
bra. Alicia did not let up, her fingers weaving that strange and exotic
melody.  I still shook my hips, and stretched my legs, stepping in time
with the music -- even as I unhooked my lacey bra, and let the
shoulder-straps ease down my arms.  They were all watching me.  Not only
Lisa and Alicia, but Carrie and Ashley and Christa, all in rapt attention!

   Caught up in the sexy song and dance, I pulled the bra off my chest.  I
held onto it for a moment, and then tossed it down to land in Lisa's lap. I
was standing topless on stage in my college Performing Arts Center!  At
first, I raised my palms to cover my tits -- but I saw Ashley and Christa
sitting in the corner with big grins on their faces.  I lowered my arms,
and showed them my bare breasts.  My nipples were so hard!

   Turning my head to the side, I glanced over my smooth shoulder to plead
with Alicia.  She only inclined her head and persisted with her rousing
melody.  I swayed to the music, my tits bouncing and nipples quivering with
my motions.  I think I may have run my tongue over my teeth -- this was
getting hot!  Lowering myself to my hands and knees, I wiggled my butt,
which was covered only by the most minimal of clothing.  I dangled my feet
over the edge of the stage, and started to crawl forward -- slowly I pulled
each foot out of its shoe, letting my sneakers drop to the floor below. 
Then, with a gracefulness only made possible by Alicia's music, I pushed
myself up on my arms and rose to a standing position.

   Again, I ran my hands through my hair, then over the skin of my tight
stomach.  Taking steps across the platform, I bent one leg up behind me,
and reached back to grab the toe of my ankle sock.  I was able to pull the
fabric free, and let my bare toes fall to the stage.  Tossing the sock
away, I spun around and started moving toward Alicia.  I lifted my other
lower leg so that my heel was almost touching my butt, and leaned back to
take hold of that sock.  Easily, it slipped off and was thrown across the
room.

   It was then I realized I was standing barefoot on the stage, in front of
my friends.  In fact, I was wearing just one item of clothing, that tiny
plaid skirt, which Carrie had given me!  Clasping my hands and bringing
them up beneath my chin, I looked at Alicia and shook my head.

   Without even pausing to take a breath, the talented brunette kept
playing her flute.  She was going to make me do it.  I looked around
nervously, even as I continued to gyrate my hips to the music.  Oh my gosh,
oh my gosh -- I just had one piece if clothing on.  Already, my fingers
were fumbling for the zipper.  I still turned my head side to side, begging
Alicia to end her song, and she still kept blowing and nimbly running her
fingers along the instrument.

   I turned around so my back was to Carrie and the other girls, and I
stood facing Lisa.  The zipper lowered, the button popped, I let the skirt
descend to my feet.  Rather than stepping out of the material, I raised a
leg deliciously and kicked the skirt off my foot to go flying toward the
audience.

   I was absolutely naked, from head to toe, on the stage!

   Oh, I was so bare up here!  As I slowly turned around to face my other
friends, I couldn't help but lift my hands up to squeeze my breasts.  When
I pulled my fingers away, my nipples were so elongated and hard.  I swear
they were wiggling on their own, to the sound of Alicia's flute music.  And
I know the girls were eyeing the rest of my figure, checking out my slender
hips and bald pussy.  Unsure of what to do, I looked shyly over my
shoulder, even rising up on my toes, so that Lisa saw the bottom of my bare
foot.  I found Lisa evaluating me critically, arms folded and legs crossed.
The fact that she was seeing my ass on full display like this, caused my
clitoris to poke straight out.

   Well, Alicia kept playing her flute, and I had already taken off all my
clothes.  What more were they expecting?  I continued my nude slow dance,
moving around the stage, arms raised above my head.  Then, looking from
Carrie to Ashley and then to Christa, I reached down and flicked my clit!

   "Aaaahh --" I whimpered and slipped a finger inside.

   "Hmmm -- it appears Erica is ready to conclude her performance!" Carrie
observed.

   The girls, smiles on their faces, started to move closer to me -- and I
didn't know what to do!  I just stood there, butt naked, about to
masturbate in front of them.  Glancing to my left, I saw even Lisa had
gotten up out of her seat and was making her way up the stage.  Nervously,
I took a few steps backwards, my bare feet sticking and un-sticking off the
hardwood floor.  But I couldn't help playing with myself, especially with
Alicia watching me and playing her instrument.

   "Look at her go!" Ashley said amazed.

   Before I knew it, the girls were practically on either side of me, and
Christa commented, "What a cute body she has!"

   I honestly thought I was going to collapse.  The exposure was too much
for me, sending me over the edge.  And then, suddenly, there was Lisa
dragging a folding chair across the stage and setting it behind me.  I
thankfully sat down, my legs spread wide apart.

   "Ooooh!  Mmmmm --." I moaned and writhed with pleasure.

   The whole time, I never broke eye contact with Alicia.  As I continued
to rub my pussy, I pictured her using that flute -- well, I had certain
ideas about where she might put it.  But then, Lisa reached down and
grabbed my arms!  She took me by the wrists and pulled them away from my
body, exposing everything!

   At first I whimpered, and wiggled my butt a little on the chair in a
futile struggle.  My bare legs were still spread open, I even hooked my
feet around the opposite sides of the seat.  Caught tight in Lisa's grip, I
felt helpless, and hot at the same time.

   "Please --" I arched my back and thrust my little tits forward.  "I want
to cum!"

   But the blonde bitch only kept me on display like this, while the other
three girls stood before me and looked down at my nude body.  Alicia took
great interest in playing her flute, which was having an effect on my pink
parts.  I could feel my clit wiggling in time with the music, as if it had
a mind of its own.  I was about to start bucking my hips, and I was afraid
I was going to squirt in the direction of my friends.

   Suddenly, the music stopped.  Alicia gently lowered the flute from her
lips.  My eyes were wide with anticipation, but nothing happened.  I could
feel my heart still beating fast, and my pussy twitched, but I no longer
convulsed with an impending orgasm.  Lisa let go of my hands and slowly
backed away from the chair.  All eyes were upon me as I sat up and then
stood on my trembling legs.

   I was still very horny, but I did not try to touch myself.  Maybe I
wanted one of my friends to finish me off!  In a bit of a daze, I ran a
hand through my hair and looked around.  All of my clothes were scattered,
some items not even on the stage.  Gingerly, I started walking forward.

   "Wow, Erica --" said Carrie who stayed in front of me, "You're as pink
down there, as, well -- now you match your hair!"

   I blushed even more as Ashley and Christa crept behind me and said what
a nice butt I have.  That only reminded me I was so completely naked up
here, nothing was hidden.  With my arms at my sides, I turned around,
showing them my bare titties with nipples poking out.

   "What -- what are you doing?" I asked, seeing Lisa gathering up my socks
and top.

   The devious blonde ignored me at first, and proceeded to walk down the
steps.  She purposefully picked up my shoes from the floor, and then
retrieved my bra and skirt over near the seats.  All I could do was stand
there in my bare feet and watch.

   Pausing to regard me, Lisa finally said, "Seems like I'm cleaning up
after you, naughty girl!"

   "But -- but, you're taking everything," I gasped, moving a few nervous
steps closer to the edge of the stage.  "You have to leave me something!"

   Lisa tweaked my big toe, then ran a hand around the back of my calf. 
She looked up and said, "No, I don't think I will."

   I almost melted at her tender touch and icy words.  She was going to
leave me here, in my college's Performing Arts Center, totally nude. 
Bringing my hands up to cover my breasts, I looked over my shoulder at my
friends for support, but they only shrugged.  And giggled and smiled --
they were obviously enjoying my predicament.

   Carrie glided over to me, and placed her palm on my ass.  "Come on,
Erica, we'll walk with you back to my car.  I'll skip class and drive you
home.  Unless, that is, you want to go streaking through the campus!"

   I backed away from the strawberry-blonde's eager suggestion, and even
lowered a hand to cover my pussy.  "Um, no -- I think I would rather go
home, and, well, you know --"

   The truth was, I was still very aroused.  Alicia's song has brought me
very close, and I had not been able to relieve myself.  Now, the girls were
hovering around me, absolutely devouring the sight of my bare slim figure.
They were prolonging my nudity and loving every minute of it!  And I was
getting hotter by the minute.  I even lowered my arms again, showing all my
private parts.  It seemed only a few weeks ago we had met Ashley and
Christa, and now they were seeing me entirely naked!

   The girls slowly moved closer to me, so I was essentially being herded
down the steps of the performance stage.  I kept a minimum distance, but
certainly within arms length, so that anyone one of them could have touched
my body with their soft feminine touch.  Lisa watched us all parade along
the side of the room, smiling in satisfaction.

   "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't expect to see --" came the male voice that I
recognized as one of the teachers in the music department.

   I froze, up in front of the line, my friends mere steps behind me.  In
the dim light upon first entering from the hallway, I don't think the
teacher immediately saw that I wasn't wearing any clothes.  But then he
continued walking toward us, and his eyes adjusted, if he could believe
what his eyes were seeing.  I just stood there, arms dangling at my sides.
My breasts and erect nipples were in plain view, and as my hairless body
glistened, my pink labia were unfolded.  I hoped he didn't notice my
clitoris poking out!

   And then there was Lisa, quickly at our side, almost coming between the
teacher and me.  Almost, but not quite -- I was still on display in all my
glory, unable to turn away or cover up my pink bits.

   "Erica, here, was just finishing up rehearsing for a nude scene in one
of the drama club's productions," Lisa casually explained.

   "Oh, I see --" said the music teacher when he found the words to speak
again.  His eyes roamed from the tips of my shoulders to my bare toes on
the carpet of the theatre floor.  "I hope I didn't interrupt -- but I am
scheduled to rehearse the chorus now."

   Just then a group of students came piling in through the door from the
outside corridor.  There were lots of young women, and quite a few guys,
too.  I thought I was going to die of shame.  For some reason, I could not
make my legs move.  I just watched and watched as about a couple dozen or
so people entered the room.  And they were all looking at me!

   "That's all right, we were about to be leaving," Lisa continued.  She
then squeezed my fingers in her hand, and began pulling me toward the
room's exit.

   Of course, this meant I was not able to use that hand to cover myself.
Nor did I bother with my other arm, which only flailed out at my side as I
scampered after her on my tiptoes.  Passing by the college chorus students,
that is when the comments started.  First there were gasps of shock, then
chuckles.  Some mocked my small tits, while others said I looked like a
slut because of my shaved pussy.  Still, there were those who said I had a
really nice ass!

   I could hear the teacher admonishing his students behind us, reminding
them not to be rude, that they should respect the sacrifices I needed to
make for my "art".  My whole body blushed furiously -- I was so
embarrassed! By this time, Alicia and the others had caught up with us and
were right on my heels.  Their hands found my back, my butt, and my hips as
they practically pushed me the rest of the way and out into the Performing
Arts Center hallway.

   There was nothing I could do as I was ushered through the building,
surrounded on the sides and in back by my friends.  But when a few
straggling students came rushing in our direction, they were treated to
sight of my full frontal nudity.  I just closed my eyes and let the girls
guide me, self-conscious of my bare feet slapping along the floor, my perky
breasts bouncing with our steps, and my pussy lips sticking out, begging to
be stroked!

   Lisa stopped us when we climbed to the ground floor of the building. 
"Well, little girls, this is where I take my leave.  It was a very
entertaining diversion, Erica.  I'll send your clothes over when I get
around to it --"

   "But --" I started, even reaching out with an arm, only to watch Lisa
march imperiously down the hall with all my things.

   Standing stark naked in the middle of my four friends, I wondered what I
was going to do.  Carrie took the opportunity, with my arms lowered, to
flick my nipples and rub them between her fingers.

   "Oh, but you looks so cute!" she squealed.  "I could just eat you up! 
Are you sure you still don't want to streak the science center or
something? Maybe wander into a classroom like this?"

   I shook my head, no, but continued to let Carrie massage my breasts.

   "I think Erica looks horny," Christa observed studiously.  "Maybe she
should find someplace to finish masturbating --"

   I couldn't believe she would say that right in front of me!  Of course,
there was no denying the veracity of her statement.  Secretly, I wondered
if she wanted to finish me off.  Or at least, that is what I fantasized.

   Finally Carrie took my hand and gently pulled me toward the doors of the
building.  "All right, Erica, I'll take you home so you don't have to spend
the rest of the day naked at college."

   The sun was only just going down in the late afternoon, it was still
plenty light out.  As we stepped in to the cool fresh air, I shivered a
little and rubbed my arms.  I thought about all the other buildings that
lined the way through campus toward the student parking lot, and all the
people that would still be around.

   "Oh, but Carrie --" I whispered breathlessly, as I stood on my tiptoes
and clasped my hands in front of my bald pussy.  "Couldn't you just bring
your car around to this parking lot, and pick me up here?"

   The buxom blonde giggled and winked at me.  "What?  And leave you with
these three, to have their way with you?"

   At this playful remark, Ashley put her hand on my hip, then began to
caress my little bare bottom.  "I have to admit, Erica, you're wearing a
pretty tempting outfit!"

   Everyone laughed, but meanwhile my heart was racing.  I could see Carrie
had no intention to drive over to this lot.  So it was either walk with her
back to her car, or loose the opportunity for a ride home.  I pressed
myself close to Carrie, and began following her as we started our walk
across campus.  One last time, I turned my head to see Alicia, Ashley, and
Christa smiling at my naked ass.  They each blew a kiss at me, then
separated to go off in different directions.

   We actually picked a strategic route, and moved carefully to minimize
people seeing me.  It wouldn't do any good for us to get caught by
security. And while this resulted in a good bit of hiding, or waiting for
the coast to be clear, it also meant I was nude even longer, with Carrie
occasionally teasing and petting my body.  By the time we reached the
student parking lot, the two of us had to make a final run for it.  On her
long legs, the strawberry-blonde easily loped ahead of me to her car.  I
was left jogging over the blacktop totally naked, and my poor nipples were
so hard!  A few students finishing up their day were also in the parking
lot, and there were plenty of whistles and pointing.

   I jumped into Carrie's car, and we sped out of the stall and out onto
the main campus road.  My friend looked over at me and smiled.

   "Now remember, Erica, you may not cum until we get you back home and
inside your room."

   I was about ready to explode from all the excitement, and I shyly asked
the young woman driving, "Will you -- will you help me?"

   "Only if you stay red all over," Carrie answered curiously.

   Then I looked down and saw my body flushed a rosy pink from the exertion
as well as the humiliation and arousal.  I touched my nipples between my
thumbs and forefingers, pinching and stretching them out a full inch.  Of
course, between my legs, I was already pink and juicy.  She would probably
have to spank me to make my bottom bright red.  And then I looked in the
mirror and watched a ringlet of scarlet hair fall playfully on my forehead.
For the first time today, I was really glad I had dyed my hair red!

   27 - Sunday Softball

   I hadn -(TM)t realized my good fortune that several weeks had passed
without my friends pulling some kind of incident to cause my embarrassment
and humiliation.  This was especially true, as my birthday was earlier in
April.  I had just turned nineteen-years-old, was finishing up my first
year at college, and nothing outrageous had happened.  I breathed an inward
sigh of relief.  Maybe it was because we had a damp and sullen early
Spring. But now the sun was out again, and the warm weather had arrived.  I
should learn to appreciate the relative peace and quiet while it lasts.

   It seems all that was going to change, one Sunday morning just before
the end of the month.  My friend Alicia called me over and explained that
she needed to take her cousin Jimmy to the little league game at the park.
Her Aunt and Uncle were going away, and she was the only one able to give
him a ride.  I really didn -(TM)t want to get involved.  Not that I wasn
-(TM)t feeling nice or helpful, but I -(TM)ve always found her cousin to be
a rude little beast.

   Of course, enough whining and pleading from Alicia, and her telling me
how pretty I looked (not sure why she threw that in, but I guess flattery
couldn -(TM)t hurt --) and I finally agreed to accompany her.  We drove
over to her Aunt -(TM)s house, and collected the boy in his amusing Little
League uniform, and promised his parents we would take good care of him. 
No sooner did we get to the car, then Jimmy announced that he wanted to
ride up front with his cousin!  I was told to get in the back seat, where
he dumped the rest of his equipment, his aluminum bat and glove.  Alicia
-(TM)s cousin made a point to turn around in his seat and tell me not to
touch anything.

   Well, already I felt pretty foolish, being bossed around and treated
like such.  I folded my arms grumpily and crossed my legs.  Doing so, I
noticed for the first time that the shorts I was wearing revealed rather a
lot of my slender legs.  I think the boy watched me during the whole drive,
either over the headrest, or catching glimpses in the rearview mirror.  By
the time we reached the park, I was blushing furiously.

   We unloaded out of the car, and Jimmy grabbed his bat and glove, running
ahead of us toward the field.

    -œYour cousin is creepy, - I remarked to Alicia.

   My friend only laughed and said,  -œI guess you -(TM)ve made an
impression on him.  Maybe he likes you -- -

   Now that would surprise me!  The way he always acted disrespectful and
called me names.  I didn -(TM)t think he even liked girls.  But what was
more surprising was that upon strolling over to the chain link fencing
leading to the backstop, we were greeted by Lisa and Carrie!

    -œLovely spring day, isn -(TM)t it? - the strawberry blonde, Carrie,
smiled.

   At her side, Lisa frowned and said,  -œI think it feels too warm.  It
-(TM)s not even summer and it -(TM)s like eighty degrees.  Why are we here
anyway? -

   This also caught me surprise.  Usually it was Lisa doing the plotting
and scheming and deciding what we did as a group.  The fact that she was a
little in the dark, made me ease up and let down my guard.

    -œI recall that we did not do anything special for little Erica for her
birthday, - Carrie was continuing.   -œSo what would be better than to
take this opportunity to spend some time together, enjoying the sunshine,
watching some innocent softball? -

   I looked from each of the girls, one to another, and asked,  -œYou mean
that -(TM)s it?  Sounds harmless enough. -

    -œOf course! - Alicia teased and grabbed my arm.   -œWhat kind of
trouble could we get into here?"

   With that, we all giggled, and started heading for the bleachers off to
the side.  I noticed that there were a lot of parents and grandparents
here, a pretty good-sized crowd, but they were able to find seating in the
first few rows.  Soon there was the smell of barbeques and soft drinks
pulled from coolers, and ice cream, as refreshments were passed around.  As
for we college girls, we climbed toward the highest bleachers in the back
and off to the edge, directly across from third base.  I hoped we didn
-(TM)t seem too odd keeping apart from the other families, but then, no one
really paid any attention to us.

   Alicia sat on my right hand side, while Lisa made herself comfortable on
my left.  Carrie positioned herself on the bench just in front of us, and I
watched the sunlight play upon her tresses of red and gold.  After practice
was over, the Little Leaguers took the field.  Everyone in attendance
cheered and encouraged the earnest ballplayers.  In the middle of the first
inning, Carrie swung her body around and looked up at us.

    -œHey, Erica -- do you remember your birthday a few years ago? -

   I immediately felt my face flush, and I started to bring my hands to my
mouth in shock.   -œHow could I forget!  That was so embarrassing! -

    -œIt -(TM)s kind of sad that we didn -(TM)t give you a big send-off,
this year, - Alicia added, almost regretfully.  Although she was smiling.

   Squirming a bit, I answered,  -œYeah, well, I -(TM)m not too
disappointed -- -

   My friends exchanged looks, as I wasn -(TM)t sure how that came out.  I
wasn -(TM)t even sure what I really meant.  Nervously, I tugged on the ends
of my hair and stretched a leg out in front of me.

    -œErica, those are cute shorts, - Alicia commented.

    -œAnd it looks like somebody has started working on her tan already! -
Carrie joined in playfully.

    -œWhat -- what do you mean? - I felt myself begin to heat up under
their collective scrutiny.   -œIt hasn -(TM)t exactly been tanning weather
-- -

   Alicia rubbed my arm and said,  -œJust a little time outdoors in the
sun, and you -(TM)re already getting some color! -

   At this point, Lisa leaned in and said with great meaning,  -œMaybe
Erica would like to get an all-over tan! -

    -œOh -- - I squeaked.

   Carrie was already giddy and she quickly took the laces of my sneakers
in her fingers.  With nimble skill, she had them undone, then pulled a shoe
off each foot.

    -œNo socks, Erica? - she asked even as she cradle my bare foot in her
hands.

   I shook my head,  -œNope -- no socks. -

   Wow, did I feel like a little girl, sitting up here between my bigger
friends.  Looking down, I saw the hem of my shorts end in the middle of my
thighs, leaving my legs bare all the way down to my cute little toes.  I
wiggled them self-consciously, feeling a familiar tingle of excitement in
my tummy.

    -œShe needs to work on her shoulders, - Lisa gave her unasked for
critical opinion -- and then plucked at the fabric of my T-shirt!

    -œOh, wait -- no! - I squealed.

   But it was too late.  With Lisa being determined and forceful on one
side, I was helplessly unaware of my friend Alicia giggling and lifting up
my shirt from my other side.  Together they stretched and pulled the
material, up, up and off my body!

    -œNo bra, either, - Carrie observed.

    -œOh my gosh! - It all happened so fast!

   Suddenly, I was sitting up here in the bleachers completely topless. 
There were like fifty or a hundred people below us, as well as the players
on the field.  Not to mention their coaches -- and the umpires!  But no one
paid any notice to the three college girls surrounding me, who were more
interested in my clothes than in the Little League game.  I crossed my arms
over my titties, shoving hands beneath opposite armpits.

   The sun sure did feel nice on my back, and my stomach was still
fluttering as Alicia leaned forward to unsnap the button on my shorts. 
They were stripping me, right here in the middle of the park, during a
softball game!  I couldn -(TM)t struggle, with my hands tied up covering my
breasts.  Gosh, I didn -(TM)t want anyone to see how hard my nipples were
growing.  Sitting on the bench below us, Carrie took a firm grip so she
could yank the shorts down my legs.

   They slid off easily, and then the strawberry blonde tossed them aside.
Leaving me to sit here in just a pair of white panties!  Maybe I should
have stood up and tried to get away.  But that would be just too
embarrassing -- to be seen bare-chested and in my little underwear.  My
eyes were wide as I turned my head side to side, pleading with Alicia and
Lisa.

    -œDon -(TM)t -- don -(TM)t you think you -(TM)ve gone far enough? -

   Lisa informed me quite clearly,  -œNo tan lines for you, Erica! -

   I was truly shocked.  It was broad daylight, and there were so many
people around us.  The three girls were laughing and I was beginning to get
turned on.  I still hugged myself tightly, hiding the only pink bits that
were on display.  But then Alicia delicately took hold of one side of the
elastic band at my waist, as Lisa grabbed the other side in her fist. 
Carrie reached forward slowly peeled the front of the panties away from my
body.

   The three girls counted together --  -œOne -- two -- three! -

   Down they came, pulled lower and lower by three separate hands.  Lisa
held on to my back to keep me from falling over.  I never stood a chance.
My butt lifted off the wooden plank of the bleachers, as the girls rolled
the scrap of material over my creamy thighs.  And then it was all Carrie,
taking the last piece of clothing off of me -- relishing the moment as she
slipped one leg out and let the fabric dangle for a moment at the tip of my
toes.  When I lowered my leg, my underwear fell completely off and floated
to the ground below.

   I was stark naked!  I squirmed and fidgeted, crossing my completely bare
legs, then placing a hand over my now exposed crotch.  The girls huddled
protectively around me.  Slowly they reassured me that no one suspected any
of this foolishness.  The game was still going on, and the crowd of
parents, friends, and other family members were captivated by the action on
the field.

   Lisa, Carrie, and Alicia gradually coaxed me into lowering my arms and
settling into a more relaxed position.  I leaned back a little, allowing my
feet to rest on the long bench in front of me.  Letting one hand rest on my
flat tummy, I closed my eyes, picturing my clean-shaven pussy, pink and
bright in the sunshine.  The girls actually made me watch an inning unfold.
I couldn -(TM)t believe I was watching totally nude, as Alicia -(TM)s
cousin came to bat.

    -œHappy Birthday, Erica! - My friends teased.

   Suddenly, there was a crack of the bat.  The pitch had been thrown, and
Jimmy made direct contact.  I was just able to get enough of my bearings to
see that it was stroked into leftfield, and landed a few yards past third
base --

   Alicia, Lisa, and Carrie jumped to their feet in excitement and yelled,
-œSURPRISE! -

   Instinctively, I jumped up, too, and I could feel my bare bottom bounce.
What I didn -(TM)t expect was that my friends then sprang away from me,
clamoring down the bleachers, into the crowd below.  For a moment I stood
alone.

   And absolutely naked!  First, I brought my hands to my head,
uncomprehending.  It was like a lightning reflex, and my tits and pussy
were on view.  Was everyone looking in my direction?  I happened so fast --
the  -œping - of the aluminum bat, the girls jumping out of their seats,
and now I was up here not wearing any clothes at all!

   No time for covering up, I spun around and began to sidestep over the
descending bleachers.  But I had to move slowly, because I didn -(TM)t want
to trip, or get a splinter in my bare foot.  The crowd was cheering.  Were
they watching me, or were they watching Jimmy round the bases?  I couldn
-(TM)t look.  I just kept my eyes on my legs and feet shuffling down,
closer to the field, while my arms flailed about.

   When my toes sank into the grass, I was at once and the same time
disorientated and aroused!  My nipples poked out, pointing toward the sky.
All I knew was that I needed to run back to Alicia -(TM)s car.  But which
way had we parked?  I found myself running closer to the sideline, and I
pulled up just before I reached the dirt of the base path.  By that time,
the ball that Jimmy hit had been flung back toward the infield.

   The third base player made the catch and spun around -- and was greeted
by my clit emerging out of its hood.  Confused, or reacting on so many
practice drills, the boy reached out and touched the ball to my soft
stomach.

    -œOh! - I gasped.

   Then, from over my shoulder, I could make out the sounds of shouting
voices:  -œRun home!  Run home! -

   Yes, that is what I needed to do!  I turned around on my bare heel, and
began sprinting toward home plate.  Although I guess I had been tagged out
already.  But looking over my shoulder, I saw that the ball was dropped, as
the players and coaches watched on in disbelief, and Alicia -(TM)s cousin
came running behind me.

   All I remember next was rushing past the crowd and the home plate
umpire. Once I made it beyond the backstop, I saw the parking fields ahead
in the distance.  There, I would rejoin my friends and we could make our
escape.  Alicia of course had to return to pick up her cousin.  And neither
of them would let me for get that Sunday game, where my unexpected streak
helped Jimmy -(TM)s team score the winning run.

   How embarrassing!

   28  -" Erica -(TM)s Streak

   We were gathered in Ashley's comfy dorm room.  Her friend Christa was
there, as well as my friend, Alicia.  Well, I guess we had all become
friends since college started.  It's just that, Alicia and I had known each
other since high school, and I learned that the other two girls had been
together since junior high.  We all seemed to get along pretty well.

   It was a Friday night, and after our last class, Alicia and I had
crashed over at Ashley's dorm and hung out for the rest of the afternoon.
There was a carton of half-eaten pizza over on the table, and some bottles
of water and soft drinks.  Alicia now came walking out of the washroom, and
sat down on the sofa next to me.

   "Hey, Erica --" my brunette friend announced, "Ashley and I were up for
a little adventure tonight!"

   I looked at the other two girls across the small room, and then back at
Alicia.  "Oh, really?  And just what did you two have planned?"

   "Well, Sweetie pie --" she now slid closer to me, even draping an arm
around my neck and gently fondling one of my ears.  "We were thinking about
streaking the dormitories over on the other side of the campus!"

   A shiver ran up my spine, and I laughed nervously.  "That's crazy!  All
three of you?"

   "Not exactly," Christa said stepping forward.  "You see, I'm going to
stay dressed since I can't risk my Art scholarship by getting into trouble
and getting caught.  But, I'll still be able to help them, keeping an eye
out and making sure everything is safe."

   Ashley bounced onto the floor and curled up beneath my feet.  "But we
are doing the streak, each under separate conditions.  Alicia is going to
run in just her underwear --"

   "That hardly seems like streaking," I remarked, perhaps, regretfully.

   "Wait until you see the kind she is wearing!" Ashley continued.  "And
I'm going to run through in just a towel -- nothing underneath!"

   I gulped, "So where does that leave me?"

   Alicia ran her finger down my earlobe, then brushed my cheek, turning my
little chin to look her in the eye.  "Erica, we were thinking you could run
with us, you know, without anything on at all."

   "Are you serious?" I gasped, and tried to push myself away.

   "What's the matter?" Christa giggled.  "You're the one always getting
naked."

   Folding my arms across my chest, I pouted.  "I am not always getting
naked.  Bad stuff just happens to me.  Or I get tricked.  Or Lisa strips me
--"

   "Mmmm, I bet you would do it if Carrie was here," Ashley teased.  "She
likes your body."

   Momentarily confused, I fidgeted with the buttons on my shirt.  "She --
she does?"

   "So what to you say, Erica?" my friend urged, whispering in my ear. 
"Will you take off your clothes for us?"

   "Um, I don't know --"

   My face was blushing bright red, as I squirmed on the couch.  I even
kicked off a sneaker.  How do I keep finding myself in these situations! 
Finally, I looked at all three girls around me, and I felt very shy.

   "I can't!" I told them.  "I can't just go running bare ass nude through
the campus!"

   As Alicia, Christa, and Ashley stared and frowned at me, I was starting
to feel guilty.  I mean, I didn't want to ruin their fun.  But why did I
have to be the one to go totally bare?  I stood up in the center of the
room, one shoe on and one shoe off, and ran my hand through my hair.  What
a decision to make!

   Unable to bear their disappointment, I suggested, "How about if I wear a
towel, too."

   Ashley exchanged glances with Alicia and then said, "Only one of us gets
to wear a towel."

   "I'll flip you for it!" I shouted excitedly.

   I don't know why I blurted that out.  Part of me didn't want to be going
along with this daring scheme in the first place.  But it seemed already, I
was being swept away by the events unfolding.  Before I could think,
Christa reached into her pocket and pulled out a coin.

   "OK, here are the rules," the Art student explained.  "I'll do the toss,
and when it lands -- if it's heads, Erica can wear Ashley's towel.  But if
it's tails -- then Erica, has to strip -- right here, completely naked. 
And she'll have to do the streak without any clothes on!"

   The other girls whistled and cheered, as I felt myself flush in
embarrassment.  There was no turning back now.  One coin toss would decide
my fate for the evening.  And I was just as torn.  Part of me hoping it
would come out heads, part of me wishing for tails!

   I sucked my breath in, watching as Christa stood forward, the coin held
in her outstretched palm.  A hush fell over the three of us, as she tossed
the quarter high into the air.  My eyes followed its rise, and what seemed
to be its slow descent -- until the college girl caught it again.  She
slapped the coin onto her forearm, but held her hand covering it for a
moment.  The suspense was killing me!

   Now Christa peered beneath her fingers, really drawing out the tension,
and then said, "The toss is -- heads!  Erica goes with the towel."

   "Yes!" I exclaimed jubilantly.

   I collapsed back onto to the sofa, even kicking my legs up and down in
excitement.  I couldn't believe I had won!  The girls let me celebrate for
a few more moments, but it seemed they had gotten their hopes on exposing
my cute little ass this evening.  Well, too bad for them!

   "All right, Missy," our moderator Christa finally said.  "Have it your
way.  But now it's time to get you prepared --"

   Ashley's friend disappeared into the bathroom, and then was back out
with a single pink towel.  It looked like it would be pretty soft, I just
hoped it would also cover enough!

   Then Alicia took me by the hand and we stood up, walking over to the
dorm's bedroom.  Not that it appeared to be very spacious.  Only enough
room for Ashley's bed, her closet, and a nightstand.  And enough room to
get changed in.

   "Now remember," Alicia explained, "This towel will be the only thing you
are allowed to wear.  So we want you to hand everything through the door as
you get ready.  EVERYTHING -- do you understand, Erica?"

   I nodded my head with eyes wide.  I guess I wasn't so far away from
total nudity as I imagined.  But there was nothing I could do about it now.
I was given the towel, and then I shyly closed the door behind me.

   I had kicked off my other sneaker back when we were in the other room.
So it only seemed natural for me to bend at the waist and pull both my
socks off my little feet.  As instructed, I cracked open the door a bit and
stuffed the cotton material into my friend's hands.  Then I took a deep
breath, before undoing the buttons of my shirt and removing my top.  Again,
I slid this past the door, into Alicia's waiting fingers.  Working quickly,
I next unhooked my bra.  Like a good little girl, I stuck my arm and bare
shoulder out into the room to discard this item.  Alicia used this
opportunity to check that I was indeed topless, and she playfully tweaked
on of my nipples!

   "Ouch!" I said, although they were already growing hard and pointing
out. I could hear the other girls giggle.

   Now I slid my jeans down my legs and off my feet, hurrying so I could
cover up again.  I wondered what they were doing with my clothes, as I
removed and handed over each item.  By the time I was down to just my
panties, I was pretty turned on.  I was almost afraid to take off this last
piece, because I might be tempted to start playing with myself.  But there
was not time for that.  So I closed my eyes, and shimmied the delicate
material down my hips, thighs, knees, and finally kicked them off my
ankles. It's not like they haven't seen me before, but I actually held a
hand over my pussy as I opened up the door and gave Alicia my underwear.

   Then, with Ashley's bedroom door still open, I turned around so I could
fetch the towel.  The girls all whistled at the sight of my rear.  In a
way, I guess that made me smile.  But I also blushed bashfully.  I wrapped
the only covering I would have, tightly around my body.  Now my breasts are
kind of small, so I was afraid there wouldn't be anything to keep the towel
up.  Still, my nipples were elongated and sensitive, the soft cloth
brushing against them delightfully.  The edge hung down to just above my
knee, and of course, I tucked in the folds in front of my chest.

   "Be careful not to loose that!" Ashley teased as I made my entrance into
the middle of the room.

   In fact, as I walked around, I was very conscious of just that.  It
suddenly dawned on me that I would be scampering across campus like this,
as well as running through buildings.  Looking down, I wiggled my toes,
then brushed a foot nervously behind the other calf.  I lifted a hand to
grip the folds of the towel more securely.  My shoulders were so bare, and
I think I sprouted goose bumps on the soft skin exposed beneath my neck,
just above my covered titties.

   I swallowed back a lump of anxiety, and tried to sound brave.  "Well,
now it's your turn, Ashley.  And you have to strip stark naked!"

   The perky college stood up, and stepped toe to toe with me, making me
feel very vulnerable.  "Mmmm -- I don't think so.  The bet only said that
if the coin came out tails, you would have to streak in your birthday
suit."

   "What are you going to do, then?" I asked, slightly trembling with fear
and excitement.

   Alicia, too, looked interested in this development.  "Yeah, Erica has a
point.  Two points, actually --"

   "Maybe three," Christa laughed, sneaking up behind me.  "I bet her clit
is sticking out right now!"

   "Come on, guys," I protested, although I did feel my pussy twitching
beneath the folds of the towel.  "This is about Ashley, and how is she
going to do the streak?"

   Alicia walked over to our friend and said, "Indeed, we already agreed
that I'm going to make the run in my bra and panties --"

   Now it was Ashley's turn to look at each of us, before answering
confidently, "Fine -- then I'll streak the dormitories in just my panties!
I'll do it topless."

   We all watched in amazement as Ashley calmly walked into the kitchen
area.  She opened up the refrigerator and found herself a wine cooler.  I
guess a little alcohol wouldn't hurt on a night like this.  In my pink
towel, I moved across the room to join her, my bare feet slapping over the
tiles as I neared the refrigerator.  She handed me her drink, which I took
a sip, and then the perky college girl started taking off her clothes!

   First, Ashley pulled off her T-Shirt.  She wasn't wearing a bra anyway,
and her boobies bounced free.  Placing her shirt on the counter, she used a
heel to pry a shoe off each foot, leaving her feet as bare as mine.  Then
she pulled down her pants, stepping out of them and throwing them onto the
counter as well.  Dressed in only a pair of white panties, Ashley placed
her hands on her hips.  I stared at her breasts enviously, and I think I
noticed her nipples begin to stiffen.  At that point, she raised her hands
to modestly cover her tits.

   Now Ashley turned to look at the other two girls in the room and said,
"Your turn, Alicia!  Better get those things off you --"

   My friend smiled, and then glided over to stretch herself out on the
sofa.  She was dressed nicely today, and I had told her that earlier this
morning.  She had shiny black pumps on, and the brunette let her fingers
wander down her legs to find and undo the buckles.  With a thud, the two
shoes dropped to the floor.  Alicia was also wearing dark tights, but she
quickly had her hands beneath her skirt and was rolling the fabric down her
shapely legs.  She stretched them off her feet and then tossed the tights
in our direction.  Pausing for a moment, she rubbed her lower legs
sensuously and wiggled her toes.

   Suddenly, Alicia rearranged herself into a position sitting straight up
on the couch.  Using both hands, she pulled from the bottom of her sweater
and lifted it completely over her head and off her body.  Always well
endowed, we saw her breasts jiggle inside a sexy, lacey black bra.  Christa
let out an appreciative whistle as Alicia stood up and started to undo her
skirt.  She let it drop to the floor to reveal a matching pair of black
lace panties.  I was getting wet!

   But when my friend turned around to daintily pick her skirt up from the
floor, we all saw that she was wearing a thong!  Both cheeks of her
beautiful ass were on display.  Standing here next to a topless Ashley, and
having just watched Alicia strip down to so little, I felt very horny.  I
almost wished I wasn't wearing the towel at all!

   Alicia neatly folded her clothes, then came over to join us in the
kitchen, walking on her tip toes.  That only made her seem taller.  Of the
three of us, she definitely had the bustiest chest.  And of course, I was
the smallest, which made me feel self-conscious all over again.

   "You know, Alicia, if you were going to be wearing that little thing,"
Ashley winked and teased, "maybe you should just go bottomless!"

   I gasped, as the others laughed.  Alicia spun around, and then stood in
front of me, her boobs practically in my face.  She hooked her thumbs
inside the elastic waistband, and began to tease them over her hips.  I
thought I even saw a tuft of brown pubic hair peek into view.

   My friend continued to wiggle her hips and asked, "You mean go running
around with just a hand between my legs?"

   Again, we all giggled and laughed, although I felt my tummy fill with
butterflies.

   "I'll do it --" Alicia declared, "but only if Erica looses the towel,
and runs completely naked!"

   Christa and Ashley urged me on, saying how cool that would be.  One girl
topless, one bottomless -- and me in the middle, totally nude.  Oh my gosh,
I really wanted to do it!  If it was just the four of us, I probably would.
But despite my beating heart, somewhere in the back of my mind, I
remembered that we would be going across campus and inside another
dormitory building filled with students.

   "I'm sorry," I squeaked.  "No -- I can't."

   Alicia just smiled and snapped her panties against her hips, even hiking
them up into her crotch a bit.  "Suit yourself, Erica."

   We began to shuffle ourselves back into the main room.  I guess we were
all about ready to get going.  Alicia was next to me on one side, and
Ashley was on the other, still cupping her breasts.  Then Christa stepped
into the middle of the room and held out a hand to stop us.

   "Oh, I just have to get a picture of this!" she cried.

   "What?" I asked, startled.  I did not expect this adventure was going to
be documented.

   Ashley, too, seemed a bit concerned as she huddled closer to me and
said, "Yeah, what is this for your "art" collection?  You had better not
show these to anybody!"

   Fishing through her bag for her digital camera, Christa replied, "Oh,
it's only for us girls.  To share the memories, you know?"

   "Or mammeries," I quipped, glancing at Alicia's cleavage and licking my
lips.

   Oh my gosh, what was I thinking!  This was my best friend.  But standing
in between the girls, in just a little pink towel, I was so aroused!  As
Christa readied her camera, I suddenly thought the other two might yank the
towel off me at the last second.  That would be so embarrassing, because
right at that moment, my pussy lips were spread and my clitoris had popped
out of its hood!

   "I just hope it's not too chilly out tonight!" Alicia giggled.

   After another glance at my friend in her sexy underwear, I started to
think how daring she was behaving this evening.  I wondered if she was up
to something.  And then Christa took our picture, saving the digital
capture of we three young women wearing so little.  I guess, technically, I
was the most covered, so that made me feel a little better.

   The Art student then put her camera back in her bag, before casually
walking over to the door.  It was odd, seeing her fully dressed, while the
rest of us were somewhat indecent.  She stepped out into the hallway, and
then turned to motion that it was all clear.

   Alicia squeezed my arm and said, "Here we go, Erica!"

   Now that I was caught up in the emotion, this was pretty exciting!  Not
only to be walking outside the dorm room in a short towel, but also because
of my friend in her bra and panties, and Ashley in just her panties.  The
three of us moved carefully in our bare feet, and followed Christa's lead.
Presumably, she would take us safely out of the building and pick our way
across campus, while keeping an eye out for any trouble.

   At this stage, we must have still felt secure as we were in a familiar
setting, only a few yards from the safety of Ashley's room.  So we kind of
walked loosely, not huddled together.  With the clothed Christa pointing
out the way, her friend followed next, still clutching her breasts.  I was
behind her, and I was starting to realize how hot Ashley looked in just her
snug white panties.  Her back was so smooth and bare, and she had a really
nice butt.  I felt myself blush, imagining the girl loosing her underwear
and seeing her naked ass!  Alicia marched alongside me, and I wondered if
she guessed my thoughts.

   We rounded a corner, and suddenly crossed the path of another group of
female students.

   "Wow, nice outfits!" one of the girls said.

   "Going out on the town like that?" asked another, eyeing my two friends
clad in their panties.

   "What's with the little girl in the towel?" teased a college co-ed from
across the hall.

   Christa came to our defense, or so I thought she would, but instead
replied, "These ladies are up for some campus streaking."

   "Sounds fun," the first student answered mischievously, and they began
to gather around us.  "Actually, your friend in the middle is kind of cute
--"

   As the girls moved closer, one of them reached out to touch the hem of
my towel, causing me to squeak.  "Please don't!  I'm not wearing anything
else -- I'm naked!"

   "Well, that's the idea isn't it?" the other girl playfully snapped
Ashley's panties, since she was helpless with her hands covering her tits.
"Shouldn't you ladies be discarding the rest of your things?"

   I was kind of nervous and excited at the same time.  What if they ended
up taking my towel off?  I didn't want these other girls to see my pointy
nipples and shaved pussy.  Why didn't Christa do something!  Thankfully, it
was my friend Alicia who intervened.

   Clad in just her bra and thong, the busty brunette looked them in the
eye and said, "We are going to take everything off when we get to the
dormitory building across campus!"

   "Oh, that does sound pretty wild," the first girl said, with a measure
of respect.

   The three female dorm students stepped back, allowing us room to move
forward again.  I gave them a parting glance, and tightened my tiny towel
in front of my chest.  If I raised it just high enough, I wondered if I
could flash the bottoms of my butt cheeks.  Before rounding the corner of
the hallway, Christa made sure it was clear this time.

   "Have a good time, ladies!" one of the girls called out, and then
started walking in the opposite direction.

   Quickly passing by the closed doors of other dorm rooms, I turned to
Alicia and gasped, "Did you mean what you said?  Are you two going to
finish stripping when we get to the building?"

   "I don't know, Erica.  Do you want to?"

   I thought about it for a moment, my heart beating faster.  "Um -- all
right -- I'll do it if you do!"

   "You hear that, Ashley?" my brunette friend jiggled her way forward. 
"Erica and I are going to show it all --"

   I saw Ashley squeeze her breasts tight as she turned to us with a
shocked expression.  "Oh, really?  Well that's more than what I signed up
for -- I was supposed to be wearing the towel.  No way I'm loosing my
panties!"

   Alicia seemed to reconsider her words and said, "I guess we'll see what
happens when we get there."

   Now I was filled with suspense!  I think I might have dropped my only
covering right there, if Alicia asked me to, with little more than a
promise that she would remove her underwear.  This was so hot!  I bounced
on my little toes.  Fortunately, Christa kept us moving, and soon we were
heading down a hallway that led to the building's back entrance.

   First we had to climb down some stairs.  Our student bodyguard dutifully
opened the door and made sure no one was climbing up in our direction.  It
was somewhat amusing that Christa was expected to shield us from discovery
or getting into trouble, when we were wearing so little.  The more I
thought about it, we were probably already in trouble, but there was no
turning back now.  Following on the heels of Christa's shoes, our bare feet
slapped over the tiled steps, as we descended to the ground floor level.

   It felt like my pubic mound was pulsating beneath the towel as we took a
few nervous steps into the new hallway.  Hearing the sound of other student
voices, I really wanted to touch myself.  I couldn't imagine what it would
be like in the dorms across campus, where we would be deliberately running
through a crowd!  For now, Christa had us stay close to the wall and we
inched our way closer to the door.  This was unreal!

   Just as some footsteps came from around the corner, our fully dressed
friend shoved us forward saying, "Out!  Get outside!"

   Well, before I knew what was happening, we were ushered through a
doorway and down a little corridor.  And then Christa pushed us out into
the open night air!  It was just Alicia in her bra and panties, me in my
towel, and Ashley in only a scrap of underwear.  I clutched the cloth tight
in front of my body, feeling a cool breeze over my lower legs and
shoulders. I bet if Ashley wasn't covering her bare breasts, I would see
how hard her nipples were!

   My brunette friend rubbed her arms, then playfully snapped the waistband
of her own thong, making me wonder if she was horny like me.  "Isn't this
exciting!"

   "Uh-huh," I said, with wide eyes, and moved close enough to touch
Alicia's tummy.

   Then Christa was at our sides, pulling me along by the arm, "OK, ladies,
we have to hurry -- don't want to get caught loitering around like this."

   She was right.  I couldn't think of any possible explanation if security
or other classmates should stumble upon us out here, standing around
half-naked.  Well, at least I had my midriff covered, and I was probably
the warmest.  Goose pimples began to form on the bare skin of my other
friends.  We had to keep moving.

   Christa led us in a circuitous route around the back of the building.  I
hoped no one on the upper floors looked out their windows to watch us.  But
then, it was dark out, and not well lit along the path we were taking. 
However, that would change as we made our progress across the campus and
toward the other building.  We crept along side paths, keeping behind the
landscaped shrubbery when we could.  Often, the three of us would crouch
down in hiding, while Christa scoped out the area and let us know it was
safe to continue.

   Halfway through a campus parking lot, Ashley stopped and said, "I don't
know if we should go through with this --"

   I looked at the perky nineteen-year-old, standing on the curb directly
beneath an exterior light.  She was completely exposed, with the fingers of
her hands minimally covering her breasts.  I wondered if her panties were
wet.  Watching her squirm and fidget, I certainly thought she would feel
better if she took them off!

   "Come on, we're almost there!" Alicia urged as she walked by fully lit
in her black bra and panties.

   Following my friend's steps, I glanced up at the row of lights that
continued into the distance.  I clutched my towel tight and thought that
anyone who should pass in this direction, would be treated to quite a
sight. Christa kept us all moving, and soon the other dormitory loomed into
view.

   It was explained to me that this was where those upper class students
who lived on campus were housed.  The idea was that few of these people
would be in any of the classes my friends and I were taking.  And a lot of
them would be graduating at the end of the semester, so it was unlikely
that three younger students streaking the place would be remembered.  At
least, it sounded good to me, although I was still nervous.

   We skirted around the front of the building, giving a wide berth to the
marble steps that led to the doors, where young men and women were exiting
and entering.  There was a way through the cut lawn, once more shrouded in
semi-darkness, and Christa would lead us to an alternative entrance.  It
seemed since these were the older students, there would be less authority
supervisors around to keep an eye on them.  But I did see a campus security
car pass by, patrolling the street.  I guess that was a good thing.

   "All right, ladies --" Christa announced, barely raising her voice above
a whisper.  "This is it!"

   A white side door faced us on ground level, and we found that it opened
easily.  Passing through, it was completely dark inside.  The four of us
shuffled forward, with anxious giggles, and Christa hushing us not to make
too much noise.  I realized that Ashley would have to stretch her arms out
to feel her way forward, and this meant her titties were uncovered,
bouncing free!  I scampered ahead, and placed my hands on her bare back.

   "Ooooh!" Ashley practically squealed.  "Erica, is that you?  Your
fingers are cold!"

   Alicia brushed by my arm and said, "I bet I know some place where she's
hot --"

   Again, we tried to stifle our giggles, taking comfort in each other
since we were wearing so little.  Suddenly the lights went on, and we saw
Christa standing next to a switch.  Looking around the room, it appeared we
had entered some sort of back pantry or storage room.  The walls were lined
with shelves, containing household goods and boxes, kitchen and cooking
supplies.  There also appeared to be a reserve of all manner of snacks and
chips and bottles of soda.  I just hoped one of the college students didn't
get the munchies and come looking in here.

   Now that we had some light, the three of us gingerly spread apart a
little from one another.  Instinctively, Ashley had slung an arm over her
breasts, and held her other hand clasped in front of her panties.  Alicia
stood on the tips of her bare toes, rubbing her elbows and looking
delicious in her sexy underwear.  We all waited a moment, listening for any
sounds or voices outside of the room.  Then I bravely stepped into the
middle.

   "So, um, did you want to do like you said earlier?" I asked as I
nervously twisted the end of my towel.

   Alicia arched an eyebrow and grinned.  "What do you mean, Erica?"

   "You know, should we go all out, and really streak this place?"

   "You mean like go -- totally naked?" Alicia continued to tease me, even
as she rubbed the front of her sheer panties.  "I don't know -- what do you
think, Ashley?"

   Our perky topless friend only tugged her own panties higher, while
keeping her tits carefully concealed.  "I told you, I'm not going any
further."

   Alicia turned back to me and said, "Looks like it's your move, Erica. 
If you drop your towel, I'll take off my underwear!"

   Oh my!  I turned my head, to see Christa waiting and she smiled at me. A
hush fell over the room, and it seemed like we were the only four people
down here.  So I took a deep breath, undoing the front of my towel that had
been folded over and tucked in.  For a heartbeat, I gripped the edges tight
-- and then let it fall to the floor.

   I stood nude in front of my two friends, as Christa checked out my bare
ass.

   "It's not like it was going to cover much anyway," I laughed nervously,
with one hand touching the side of my leg, and the other teasing the ends
of my hair.

   The others just continued to stare at my naked body.  I felt my blood
race and my heart quicken, knowing that they were seeing every inch of me.
Then I looked down, and saw that my pink nipples protruded out, fully
erect. Placing my hands on my soft, trim tummy, I noticed my clitoris had
unfolded out of its hood and was poking directly at the girls. 
Embarrassed, I quickly clasped my hands over my shaved pussy.

   Alicia shook her head, and then said, "Well, if you're going to run
through the halls looking like that -- the least I can do is join you."

   Christa had stepped to my side, and picked up the towel crumpled at my
feet.  "You two are crazy!"

   My friend Alicia playfully stuck out her tongue, watching the fully
dressed girl fold the towel neatly over her arm.  Then the busty brunette
reached behind her back, and started to unclasp her black lacy bra.  This
was going to be hot -- Alicia and me running through the dorms stark naked!


   A loud bang, like the sound of a door slamming, startled us all!  I
jumped to my toes, while my friend still had her arms to her chest,
clutching the cups of her bra.  We looked around in shock, my eyes going
wide as I realized I had absolutely nothing on.

   "I think it came from behind us!" Christa said, pushing me forward with
a hand on my rear.

   Ashley and Alicia skipped forward in their underwear.

   "What if there are people out in hall?" I cried, covering up my small
titties with both hands, which left my pussy entirely exposed!

   Well, sure enough, as we piled out of the storage room, we could hear
voices.  Lots of voices -- it sounded like they were surrounding us, coming
from all directions.  First we broke one way, and then Christa grabbed me
by the wrist in order to pull me down another hallway.  This was happening
too fast, I thought, as my arms flailed out and I ran bare assed naked
after her.

   For those initial moments of panic, everything was like a blur.  I was
in a strange building, full of college students, and I wasn't wearing any
clothes.  Over and over, I told myself not to loose contact with Christa
who had my only covering.  I completely forgot about Alicia and Ashley.  We
rounded one corner, and not a split second too soon, spotted a group of
twenty-something year olds.  As if acting on reflex alone, the art student
whipped me around and pushed me down a different corridor.  I guess she
didn't want to get caught with the naked girl!

   "Hey!" came a voice raised behind us.

   Christa seemed to ignore this possibility of being discovered, and
steered me toward a set of stairs.  "Up!  Up you go --"

   "Oh!  But --" I heard myself gasp, as my body tingled with excitement
and arousal.

   I climbed forward on tiptoes, my bare feet arched and hands grasping in
front of me.  Christa must have gotten a pretty intimate look between my
legs, from behind.  I could feel my tiny boobies shake and quiver, and I
stepped nude into an upstairs hallway.  Without waiting for direction, I
continued to streak down the momentarily silent corridor.  These must have
been dorm rooms, with the doors branching off on either side of me.  And it
was only a matter of time before students might come walking out, crossing
my path.  The idea thrilled me and scared me, which kept my eyes wide,
heart beating fast, and tummy fluttering!

   Slowing down, I rounded a corner cautiously.  Fortunately it was still
quiet.  It seemed like most of the activity was still downstairs, where I
guess they had the kitchens and entertainment rooms.  I leaned my back
against the wall, pausing to catch my breath.  Naked!  Here in one of the
campus dormitories!  I rested a hand on my flat stomach, lowering my eyes
past my very erect nipples.  At that moment, I really wished I had some
pubic hair.  As it was, I was all bare, and -- well, showing a whole lot of
pink!

   Cupping my hands to my breasts, I shyly peeked back around the corner.

   Where was Christa?  And where were Ashley and Alicia, for that matter? I
couldn't believe we had gotten separated so quickly.  I figured I should
probably go back, retrace my steps and find them.  Suddenly, I heard a door
begin to open.  A couple of college students walked out into the hallway.
Just as I pulled my face and shoulder behind the corner again, another door
opened, followed by the sound of voices.  The students greeted each other,
started a casual conversation.  No chance going back that way.

   The thought occurred to me that there was a very real probability of
getting caught.  I was totally nude, and there were lots of other young
people around.  I had to keep myself from dwelling on such things, as it
only served to make me horny.  And the last thing I wanted was to be caught
playing with myself!

   Well, I decided I had better keep moving forward.  Crossing my arms over
my tits, I clutched my shoulders in opposite hands and padded down the
hallway.  I could feel my cute little bottom bouncing behind me, and in
front, my labia unfolded and flapping exposed.  Unlike the other corridor,
this one had no side doors but the walls were lined with bulletin boards or
decorative artwork.  I came to another branching passage, and ducked this
way, since I really had no clue as to the layout of the building.

   Now some other rooms opened up on this floor, and I approached these
cautiously.  One such that I heard sounds from, appeared to have a big
screen television, and male voices were raised in heated, passionate tones.
I guess there was a game on tonight.  Peering inside, I saw the backs of
three young men, who were intently focused on the action on the big screen.
I pressed myself against the wall, so close, so that my nipples and
protruding clit rubbed the surface.  Greatly daring, I stepped sideways and
stuck the entire length of my slender bare leg into the room.  I even
wiggled my toes!

   When I didn't get a reaction from the guys, I figured it was safe.  So I
carefully shielded my breasts and clasped a hand over my pussy, then
scampered past the open doorway.  My heart was beating wildly!  Covering up
this way, I jogged down the rest of the dormitory hallway.  I could hear
other voices, but now I wasn't sure where they were coming from.  When I
reached an intersecting corridor, I turned the corner.

   Another set of stairs loomed before me.  My hair swished across my back
as I looked over my shoulder, considering my options.  I could turn around
and try to run past another hallway, but I didn't know how long my luck
would hold out.  Something told me, I should be trying to find a way back
down and regroup with my friends, not climb higher into an unknown
building.

   But I was naked -- and part of me wanted to know what would happen if
others saw me like this.  Would they even want to see me naked, especially
the older students who were twenty or twenty-one?  Young adults really, and
here I was hardly a year out of high school.  I was raw and innocent -- and
I found my hands wandering over my nubile body.  Letting my arms fall to my
sides, to keep from teasing myself, I placed a bare foot on the first step.


   There were twelve steps in total that I counted, as I climbed the flight
with legs slightly trembling.  They opened out onto a new wing of the
dormitory, and I looked around at these surroundings, staying near the
wall. More doors started in the distance, so I figured these were other
student apartments.  As I slowly moved my body forward, my nipples poked
out, almost pointing at the ceiling.  This was so hot -- I wished my
friends were with me!

   Suddenly, one of the doors opening sounded behind me!  Instead of
running, I froze, hands on my chest.  I heard a gasp, then a young female
voice.

   "Well, that's a cute little outfit, honey!"

   "Eek!" I cried, maybe a little too loudly.

   Flustered, I spun halfway around, and then stood on the toes of one leg.
I raised my other leg in embarrassment while hugging my arms across my
chest.  And then I realized that the girl standing in front of me was
Carrie!

   "What are you doing running around up here, Erica, without any clothes
on?" she asked, as a broad grin spread across her features.

   The strawberry blonde was wearing a short, one-piece mini dress.  She
always looked sexy in black, and I tried to answer her, "I was doing a
streak with Alicia and Ashley -- and -- um --"

   "Are they naked, too?" Carrie asked, amused.

   "Um -- well, maybe.  I don't know.  We kind of got separated --" I
answered feebly.

   "Put your hands on your head," my friend commanded, and after I did as I
was told, she began walking slowly around me.  "So you were the only one in
the nude when you started this little adventure?"

   I stood with my feet spread shoulder-width apart.  My fingers trembled,
so I knotted them together atop my head.  My little tits were thrust out as
I replied, "Oh gosh, Carrie, we could get caught out here any minute!  Um,
let me see, Alicia was just in her underwear -- she had started to take off
her bra, when we had to run.  Ooooh, and Ashley had been only wearing a
pair of panties, but she was covering up her bare tits!  "

   Of course, as I talked about the other girls, this continued to excite
me.  Already throbbing, my nipples positively wiggled and stuck up toward
the ceiling.  And down below, my bare pussy had opened up, and you could
guess what was poking out.

   "Mmmm, sounds pretty risky!" Carrie purred as she slipped in behind me.

   First she had her hands on my hips.  Then before I knew it, she was all
over my body, rubbing down my back and smooth ass.  One arm reached around
me and squeezed a breast, while her other softly caressed my stomach.  I
arched up on my bare toes, allowing her to explore and tease.  When she
started to move her fingers lower and stroke my labia, I though Carrie was
going to take me right here in the hallway!

   "Oh!  Mmmm, yes!" I moaned.  And then, in the middle of being pleasured,
I asked, "But what are you doing here, Carrie?"

   "Evidently, driving you wild!" she laughed playfully.  "Although I was
actually on another date tonight --"

   I squirmed around, trying to press my body against hers.  "A date?"

   "It was nothing special," Carrie mumbled as I tried to hike up her dress
"Besides, I'm having much more fun with you, Erica!  Maybe I even heard
about the possibility of your little streak tonight, and made arrangements
to join you --"

   "Oh, that would be so hot!" I nearly cried out with joy.  "Come on,
let's get this off you, and we can go streaking together!"

   "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she answered with a sly grin.

   Unfortunately, the taller girl pulled away from me slightly, and neatly
pressed down the front of her dress.  I watched her, my hands hanging at my
sides, body still tingling.  If I didn't find some relief fast, I was going
to cum right here in the dormitory hallway.

   Carrie evaluated my naked form and sucked on her finger in thought. 
"I'll tell you what, Erica -- I'll go and look for the others and then head
back to Ashley's dorm room.  Once we get there, I'm going to slip out of my
clothes and take a nice warm bath.  And if you make it back in time, you
can join me!"

   "But what am I supposed to do now?" I whined.  "Can't I just go with
you?"

   "No!" Carrie insisted.  She stepped forward again, emphasizing her point
by flicking my nipples.  "I want you to run around to the other side of
this floor.  That will give me a head start to find Alicia, Ashley, and
Christa.  Now stay hard for me!"

   Well!  That wouldn't be too difficult!  My titties were throbbing as she
let go, and skipped back down the hallway, toward the stairs I had climbed
earlier.  I let my hand absently wander, until my fingers made contact with
my adorable pussy.  Oh, gosh I was wet!  One more reason why I really
didn't want to get caught like this.  Anxiously, I spun around on my bare
heel, and began to creep forward in the opposite direction.

   It was a weird feeling as I passed by the doors to the student
apartments on either side.  I mean, anyone could burst out at any moment.
Really, I was lucky to have only been spotted by my friend Carrie.  And
yet, for some reason, I proceeded to walk right down the middle of the
corridor instead of hugging the wall.  At first, of course, I clutched arms
and hands over my breasts and crotch.  But my pink bits were just so
sensitive, I couldn't continue to walk in that position.  By the time I
reached the corner, I was not covering up at all.

   Peering around the edge of the wall, I saw that there was another
staircase ahead.  I could definitely hear the faint sound of voices from
below, but I figured I would have to make my way out of the building sooner
or later.  So I bravely stepped out onto the carpeted steps and began
moving toward the lower floor.  All nude, and horny!

   I was just thinking that I should let it all hang out, and run through
the dorms even if everybody sees me.  It was late, a Friday night, and no
one on campus really knew me.  And then, rounding the corner at the foot of
the stairs, another young woman walked right in front of me --

   Oh my gosh, it was Lisa!

   "Well, well, Erica.  I was just looking for you," the arrogant blonde
said, eyeing me from head to toe.

   I gasped, my heart nearly stuck in my throat.  On the one hand, I was
glad that it was yet another of my high school acquaintances who caught me,
and not some stranger.  But I was always ashamed whenever Lisa saw me
naked. Especially totally naked.  She was so beautiful, and I really had no
idea what she thought of my body.  She always would make fun of my small
tits, but Lisa never said if she thought I was cute or sexy or anything. 
It was kind of driving me crazy.

   Running both my hands through my hair, I spread my legs a little, to
make sure she got a good look at my pink pussy and extended clitoris.  "Um,
hello -- Lisa.  What are you doing here?"

   "That's funny," the young woman laughed derisively.  "Asking me about my
business, while you are in a campus building completely in the nude."

   When Lisa put it like that, reminding me of the seriousness of the
situation, I instinctively locked my knees together and dropped a hand to
cover my baldness.

   "You still look like a little girl," she remarked coolly.  "Move your
hands out of the way."

   I immediately did as instructed.  However, I couldn't help but steal a
glance over my bare shoulder, wondering who might wander down the stairs
and get an unobstructed view of my little bottom.  Lisa moved closer,
folded her arms, and continued to eye me critically.

   "Your nipples are so pink, and long, Erica.  I can tell you've been
playing with yourself --"

   Licking my lips, I remembered Carrie's hands on my body.  "Um, not
exactly."

   Lisa then crouched down in front of me, her face inches away from my
pussy.  I just stared straight ahead as she inhaled, taking in the aroma of
my arousal, and then she blew gently across my exposed lower lips.  Almost,
I wanted to place my hands on her head and draw her near.  I did separate
my legs further, allowing the college freshman easier access.  Shocked, and
extremely excited, I felt Lisa use her fingers to spread apart my labia and
peer into my vagina.

   "Well I can see you are about to let loose your juices," the girl
remarked, pausing to press my clitoris with her thumb!

   I tried to speak, while moaning beneath her touch.  "Ah -- I think --
mmmm -- I should be going now!"

   At this point, Lisa stood up and casually wiped her fingers on her pants
leg.  I noticed for the first time she was wearing some kind of baggy
khakis, but had a tight top that complimented her well-shaped breasts. 
Lisa reached into her pants pockets, and pulled out a couple of items.  It
looked like --

   "Don't you want to wait for Alicia?" the scheming nineteen-year-old
smiled.

   "Oh, my, are those?" I brought one hand to my mouth and pointed with the
other.  "Are those Alicia's bra -- and panties?"

   Lisa twirled the black lacy things on the tips of her fingers.  "Took
them right off her.  Teach her to go running around campus in her
underwear!"

   "You mean she is stark naked?"

   The bossy blonde just grinned and started to turn away.  "Follow me,
Erica."

   I gladly padded after her, thinking about the sight of luscious Alicia
fully nude, somewhere in the building.  For a moment, it made me forget
that I was just as vulnerable, as I marched down the hall.  Still, my slim
legs trembled, and arms quivered, with my own body completely on display.
We were moving so quickly, no time to check if we might run into someone.
Maybe that's what Lisa wanted.  Maybe that's what I wanted, too --

   We approached a doorway, and Lisa paused to turn and look at me.

   "Can't you close that thing up?" she asked, annoyed.

   I lowered my eyes, then shyly cupped both hands over my pussy, which of
course had parted invitingly.  "I'm sorry, Lisa -- it's just so exciting!"

   "A fine way to greet your friend," the blonde said disapproving of my
condition.  "Don't try to hide your nipples, Erica.  They are sticking
straight up at the ceiling."

   Rubbing a bare foot behind my leg, I replied, "My breasts are looking
perky tonight, aren't they?"

   Lisa only grunted, "They are still a bit too small.  But I guess we
can't all be so well endowed.  It amazes me how easily you run around stark
naked!"

   "But, I --"

   The door was thrown open, and Lisa grabbed me by an arm.  She
practically pulled me close to her, only to shove me forward with her hands
on my smooth bare bottom.  I jiggled and skipped a couple of steps into the
room, hearing the bossy blonde behind me.

   "Alicia will be waiting for you," Lisa laughed.

   And then the door was closed.

   Instinctively, I spun around, rubbing my arms as if there was a chill in
the room.  Gathering my bearings I saw that I was in what looked to be a
student apartment.  It was similar to Ashley's dorm, but much nicer.  There
was a red loveseat directly in front of me, and I started moving in this
direction.  As I walked forward slowly, my toes sank into a rich plush
carpet.

   I turned my head to better take in my surroundings.  This really was a
nice pad.  I wondered if all upperclassmen were provided such furnishings.
The place did seem empty.  For some reason, the idea of being totally nude
in some student's apartment, a student I couldn't possibly know, made me
incredibly horny.

   "Alicia -- are you in here?" I called out softly, as I crept deeper into
the room

   There was a door closed off to the side, and I paused standing in front
of it.  I ran a hand down my stomach and licked my lips, imagining my
friend equally undressed on the other side.  Filled with anxiety, I inched
up on my tiptoes.  My butt cheeks clenched reflexively, in anticipation.  I
placed my hand on the doorknob and turned.

   Peering inside as I pushed forward, the room appeared to be dimly lit.
There was a flickering light coming from a distant corner, almost projected
off the back wall.  Bravely, I willed my body to keep moving, and stepped
full into the room.

   "Alicia, are you in here?" I called into the semi-darkness.

   A voice, a young male voice, replied, "Quiet, we're trying to watch the
movie!"

   Before I could even react, another young man's voice piped up, "Who's
Alicia?"

   I just froze, mid stride.  Had Lisa tricked me again?  Maybe I walked
into the wrong room!  I kind of had one slender leg stretched in front of
me, slightly bent as I prepared to take another unclad step.  I had lifted
my arms, when sudden doubt had paralyzed me in uncertainty, my fingers
lightly touching my bare shoulders.  In the flickering light from the
plasma television on the wall, I could tell that my slim figure was
silhouetted against the open door behind me.  And my nipples, uncovered,
were sticking straight out.

   That was the pose I struck when the lights of the room were turned up.

   I found myself staring like a deer caught in headlights, into the
equally wide eyes of two college guys who had craned their necks around to
identify the intruder.  As they evaluated my full frontal nudity, I also
noted that these guys did not appear to be jocks or preps.  In fact, they
looked like a couple of Sci-Fi geeks.  One had glasses and wore an open
buttoned-down shirt un-tucked.  The other was bearded and a little
overweight.  My eyes darted to one of the room's walls where a Star Trek
poster was hung.

   "Looks like you have your dorm numbers mixed up," the genius with the
glasses said.

   "Looks like some new entertainment has arrived," said Beardy, reaching
over to crack open a beer can.

   "Um, I --" all I could do was stammer.

   Then the other guy with the remote, that apparently controlled not only
the television but also the dimmer switch, started to make introductions!
"Hi, my name is Bob -- and this is Jake."

   "I'm Erica --" I said shyly, feeling a pink blush spread all over my
body.

   Jake offered a friendly smile and asked, "Would you like a beer?"

   I shook my head no.  Then I raised one hand to tease the ends of my
hair. It was an annoying habit that I needed to break, especially when I
was naked!  I still had nothing covered.  My heart was racing, and I took a
small step forward, my bare feet shuffling over the carpet.  These guys
were like twenty or twenty-one, and although not the hottest looking, they
kept me aroused knowing they were seeing every inch of my body.

   Bob adjusted his sitting position (probably to hide something in his
pants!) and said to his friend, "She looks like one of those girls on that
radio show."

   "Hey, yeah.  She's completely hairless," Jake stated the obvious.  "But
she'd need a boob job"

   I thought I would die of embarrassment!  Hearing them critical of my
little tits, I felt so humiliated.  But still, I did not try to run. 
However, I did lift my hands to cover my breasts.

   "No, no, it's OK," Bob tried to reassure me.  "I think they're cute. 
You can lower your arms --"

   There was definitely a charge of sexual tension in the room, but I
sensed that I was not in any danger.  I doubt these guys saw much action,
and me walking in on them bare-ass nude was probably such a thrill. 
Slowly, I moved my hands out of the way.  I was going to switch hands and
shield my pussy, but a look from Jake's puppy dog eyes, and I left my
clean-shaven slit on display.

   Bob and his friend sat captivated on the floor, and asked if I would
climb onto the bed.

   "Um, I don't think that's a good idea --" I replied, biting my lip.

   "It's not what you think," Bob laughed.  "It's just -- I want to see if
you can walk over the corner bedpost --"

   I giggled in spite of myself, and the situation.  "What?"

   "Here, look --" Jake crawled over to the other side of the bed, and
pointed at the decorative ornament used on the bottom post.

   Atop the metal frame, at each edge, was a smooth globe.  I couldn't tell
if it was glass or some other silver material.  It kind of had a planetary
look to it, and was about the size of a volley-ball.  Some kind of new age
modern art furniture, I figured.  Moving closer to inspect, I lifted a knee
and let it sink into the soft mattress.  Now I could place both hands on
the ornate bedpost, which I found to be cool to the touch.

   The guys urged me forward.  This was weird.  But kind of fun, too.  I
realized that I would have to hoist myself a little in order to clear the
globe's surface.  With one foot still on the floor, I stretched my leg,
raising up on my toes.  I pushed down on the sphere, almost like a gymnast
trying to vault a beam.  I only made it half-way --

   Hard and smooth, the round post made contact with my labia and sent a
shock of pleasure through my body.  My pussy lips were brushed delightfully
across its surface.  I found that I could let go with my hands and
essentially straddle the globe.  Was this something they had seen on their
radio show?  Well, it felt amazing!  Running my hands through my hair, I
actually started to hump the bedpost, rubbing my soft pussy back and forth,
my clit dangling out and wiggling.

   "Oh -- mmmm, yes!  Mmmmm!"

   As soon as I squeezed my breasts and pinched a nipple, I realized that I
was masturbating in front of two unknown college guys.  Although I knew
their names, so I suppose we weren't complete strangers.  But I didn't
care. It was too late, and if someone didn't stop me, I was going to cum
all over this guy's room!

   "What the hell?" came an angry female voice behind me.

   Still straddling the silvery sphere, I looked over my bare shoulder to
see that a young woman had entered the room.  She had short hair, and was a
bit overweight herself.  One look at her Star-Trek T shirt, and my face
dawned with understanding.  She was one of these guys' Sci-Fi friends. 
This was her room!

   Before I knew it, Star Trek lady grabbed me by my arm.  She pulled me
off the bed and whirled me around.  The boys got a pretty good look up my
ass, and between my legs as well!

   "I am so sick of this," the lady complained.  "These other college guys
dating high school girls!  They bring them on to campus, have their way
with then, and then they get lost!  What are you fifteen, sixteen years
old?"

   "No, I -- oooh!" I yelped as she smacked my bare butt.

   Jake and Bob tried to come to my defense.  "Come on Nancy, don't be hard
on her --"

   "Speaking of hard-ons, " Nancy said with finality, "This little show is
over!"

   I realized then that the boys were in no condition to help me.  The
college girl was much stronger than me, and there was nothing I could do as
she pulled me out, back into the living room.  To my surprise, there was
another girl sitting out here, with long blonde hair and glasses.  Past her
amazed expression I was pushed, all the way to the entrance to the girl's
apartment.

   I had hope at worst she would toss me back into the hallway, where Lisa
would be waiting to laugh at me.  Where the hell was Alicia, anyway, or my
other friends!  Unfortunately, I was in no such luck.  Nancy continued to
drag me buck naked down the corridor.  She was moving so fast, so it was
all I could do to keep up on my rubbery legs.  My free arm was flailing
out, and unable to cover anything.

   As we passed other dorm rooms, doors opened up, and other students
stepped outside to see what the commotion was.  I had been so close to
orgasm, I was afraid that my nipples and clit were still erect.  A dozen or
more people caught view of my nubile form.

   Our forced march through the dormitory continued, and there was still no
sign of my friends.  I'd like to say I was dragged kicking and screaming
through the twisting passages, but in truth, I was too flustered to do
anything about it, so it seemed like I went along holding Nancy's hand.  We
walked into a common area where there were maybe thirty students -- and
they saw EVERYTHING!

   "Streaker!" somebody shouted.

   There were whistles and clapping, and then the chant was picked up:
"Streaker!  Streaker!"

   Now that Nancy had gotten the whole floor of the dormitory worked up,
she was prepared to release her hold on me.  First, she pulled me close and
whispered in my ear.

   "Now get out, you tart, and find security or some phone to call home to
Mommy to pick you up!"

   Totally naked, I ran down some steps into a lobby or waiting area. 
Behind me, the crowd followed, calling out and making comments about my
chest and bouncing bottom.  With arms stretched out to either side of me, I
made a frantic dash for the exit, my pink pussy lips flapping in front of
me.  I hope none of these older students would remember my face.

   Once I left the confines of the building, the cool nighttime air washed
across my overheated body.  It felt so good!  I actually had to pause a
moment to catch my breath, and flick my elongated nipples.  Then I slipped
a finger inside --

   "Ooooh --"

   No time for that!  I had to get back to Ashley's room.  This meant a
further streak through campus, and then a daring climb through her
building. But what if she wasn't back at her room herself?  Then again,
there had been no sign of Ashley or Christa or Alicia, since we separated.
I guess Lisa had tricked me after all.  They were probably sitting back in
my friend's dorm room have a great laugh at my expense.

   And then I remembered that Carrie was supposed to join me in a hot bath
once I had returned.  That, and the fact that my only clothes were still at
Ashley's place, caused me to pick up my pace and start jogging across
campus.  Thankfully it was a Friday night, so a lot of students had gone
home for the weekend, or would be out on the town.  Also, the faculty would
be gone, so I wouldn't have to worry about an embarrassing encounter with
any of my professors.

   By the time I made it back to the dormitory for new students, I shied up
again.  These were my potential or current classmates.  I had to be really
careful, and didn't want to get in trouble or get a reputation for doing
this sort of thing.  With one hand covering my pussy, I pulled on the glass
door that led to the rear of the building.  I still felt really sexy as I
sneaked through the corridor on my bare tiptoes, hugging my body, but
knowing that my cute little ass was so exposed.

   As I peered around the corner on the floor that led to Ashley's dorm
room, I felt I playful slap on my bottom.  I turned around to see one of
the girls who taunted us earlier in the evening.

   "Well, I guess you went through with it," she said with a marked tone of
respect in her voice.

   "Uh-huh," I answered, while trying to hide how horny I was.

   The girl looked me over, and then snickered, "You look like you're ready
to have a screaming orgasm!"

   I just turned around, flashing her my butt, and ran down the hallway. 
She would no doubt hear me when I finally found my release.  Moving forward
I kept my head lowered, but did glance up to check the numbers on each
door. Finally I made it to Ashley's small apartment.

   "Ashley, Christa -- are you inside?" I asked, not too quietly, as I
pounded on the door.  "If you don't let me in -- I'm going to cum -- out
here in the hallway!"

   There was a loud whistle behind me, as someone stepped out from the
doorway directly across from my bare behind.  My fingers touched my
sensitive lips and stroked.  I thought I heard the snap and whirl of a
digital camera, or maybe it was just my imagination.

   The door opened, and Carrie greeted me, wearing a short bathrobe.  "Oh
hello, Erica.  You're running a little late tonight.  I've already had my
bath."

   "Let me in!" I squealed.

   My friend, the buxom strawberry blonde stepped aside, allowing me to
scurry past her into the dorm living room.  Ashley and Christa were on the
couch, covering their mouths to try and contain their fits of laughter.  I
noticed Ashley was wearing a long T-Shirt.

   "So just how exciting was that, Erica?" the art student, Christa, teased
me.

   I put my hands on my head and showed them.  Then I spun around and tried
to get to the bathroom, but Carrie stopped me.

   "Alicia is in the shower right now --

   I was already fingering myself as I asked, "Did..  mmmm -- did Alicia
streak through -- campus?"

   "Not exactly," Carrie informed me.  "You see, when Lisa discovered us,
she offered Alicia a towel in exchange for her underwear -- which she used
to bait you back at the Seniors dorms.  You are the only one who did a
fully naked streak!  We're so proud of you!"

   The humiliation of being played for a fool only served to heighten my
arousal.  The fact that I had been caught nude in two more campus buildings
made me hot.  I sank to the floor, spreading my legs wide apart, and began
openly playing with my pussy.

   "Oh my," Carrie giggled.  "This is going to be a big one --"

   The other girls turned to watch me masturbate.  Behind me, through the
locked bathroom door, I knew Alicia would hear my cries of pleasure and
ecstasy.  It did not take long before I brought myself over the edge, my
body undulating in wave after wave of orgasm.

   And the whole time, I was thinking about Jake and Bob.



   29  -" Erica and the Science Student

   I looked at my wristwatch, trying to judge how long I would have to wait
around for Alicia.  She had stay and practice for one of her stuffy musical
performances at the college, and then we would have the rest of the
afternoon free.  I told her that I didn't much feel like sitting through
all that at the campus Arts center, so I made my way to the student
commissary.  After grabbing a quick drink, I stopped to relieve myself, and
then was feeling quite refreshed.

   Stepping back outside the building, I found a marble bench to sit on,
leaning back on the heels of my hands.  It was a lovely day out, and I was
thinking I should have brought along some sunglasses.  As I turned my head
and squinted, I noticed that the campus had pretty much thinned out since
the end of the spring semester.  Of course, there were still activities
going on, leaving plenty of students to watch passing by.  Or perhaps, they
were watching me.

   I lowered my head, pulling my bottom lip through my front teeth. 
Blushing, I crossed my legs.  Today, I had worn a cute denim skirt that
came down to the middle of my thighs.  I had a white long-sleeved top on,
but it was of a light mesh material, and kept me cool.  On my feet there
were a pair of leather open-toed sandals.  I would have dangled the one
shoe on the edge of my bobbing foot, but the straps had buckles and did not
slip off easily.  Maybe that was a good thing.

   Instead, I leaned forward, and ran my hands along the length of my bare,
smooth legs -- over my shins and calves, and then back up again.  The sun
felt really nice on my skin.  Something about the way I let my fingers roam
over my knee made me a little self-conscious.  Like maybe I was showing too
much skin.  But then, it hardly seemed anyone noticed me.

   Over my shoulder, I heard the door to the building opened suddenly.  Not
unusual, except it had been relatively quiet for the last ten minutes or
so. The sound of bustling movement startled me, and I quickly dropped both
feet to the ground and sat up straight.  I turned my head to look behind
me, and observed an amusing sight.

   A young man appeared to be navigating down the path.  But his outfit was
absolutely comical.  He had this oversized bright yellow jumpsuit on, and
big rubber boots.  I watched him lurch first to his left, and then to his
right, as if he was unsure about which direction he was supposed to be
heading.  Strapped over his head were some kind of half glasses, half
goggles with thick black rims.  They were about as ugly as anything I had
ever seen.  Still, I laughed.

   Before I knew it, the oddly dressed individual was moving in my
direction.  I don't know why, but I lifted my legs a little, stretching
them out fully in front of me.  In spite of the bewildered rush he appeared
to be in, that caught his attention!

   The young man paused, then turned to regard me.  "Erica?"

   At the sound of his voice, I suddenly realized who this was.  Looking
closer, I recognized the face, even with those ridiculous goggles, which
were not that much more ridiculous than the glasses he had worn the first
time we met.  It was Bob, the senior I had bumped into a few weeks ago in
the dormitories.  I gave him a shy little wave.

   "Erica!" the young man continued, "I almost didn't recognize you with
--"

   He stopped mid-sentence, before he could finish the embarrassing
statement.  Blushing, I lowered my head.  I know what Bob was going to say.
He almost didn't recognize me, with my clothes on!  I could hear him clear
his throat nervously, shuffling just a few feet off to my side.

   Finally, I looked up again with a weak smile.  "So, um, is there some
kind of bio-hazard emergency on campus?"

   Bob blinked for a moment, confused, then spread his arms out.  "Oh, you
mean this get-up?  I'm sorry -- it must look very bizarre --"

   "Yes, it does," I giggled.

   Now the young man straightened himself and answered, "Well it is for a
very important procedure that I am on my way to, this very minute.  It's
part of a special grant-writing project that Jake and I have been working
on.  We are about to present to the science committee for evaluation."

   "So, you are dealing with dangerous chemicals, or something?" I asked,
somewhat intrigued.

   Bob began to pace, and I could tell he was anxious to be on his way. 
"Not exactly.  We're not entirely sure what we are dealing with, so we have
to take precautions.  It has to do with quantum molecular structure on the
atomic level --"

   My eyes shifted as he trailed on about concepts I could not possibly
fathom.  I guess at some point he noticed my disinterest.  Bob took a few
steps down the path, then turned and motioned with his arm.

   "Erica, would you like to come along?" he asked.  "I'm headed for the
Science Center, and the graduate staff will be waiting."

   I glanced again at my watch.  Alicia would probably be another couple of
hours.  And it did seem kind of prestigious, the way Bob described all the
academic big shots that were going to be evaluating his work.  Since I had
nothing to better to do, I figured I would tag along.  Besides, my class
schedule never involved any advanced sciences, so none of the faculty would
recognize me.

   "All right!" I said, and jumped to my feet.

   It would do me some good to stretch my legs with a walk around campus,
instead of just sitting on my ass.  As Bob began once more heading in a new
direction, I had to hurry to keep up with him.  We probably looked very
strange, next to one other.  With the college senior in his nuclear
plutonium protection suit, and nineteen-year-old me in my little denim
skirt.  Thinking about it, I was probably the prettiest girl Bob had ever
been seen with.  And knowing that I could take people's eyes off him as we
trekked across campus, made me feel really good.

   We reached the halls of the Science Center, and proceeded to enter the
cold white building.  I recall now, that I did have a very general, basic
science course in my first term.  But I hadn't been here since, and
certainly had never seen any of the higher floors.

   Bob led me over to an elevator, which we took up four levels.  It was on
this wing, he explained, that the evaluation/experiment would be taking
place.  Our footsteps echoed as a moment of awkward silence passed between
us.

   "So, um, you're going on to graduate school next year?" I asked,
twisting a lock of hair behind my ear.

   Bob nodded his head earnestly.  "Jake and I were accepted into a
top-notch national program.  Now if all goes well today, we may be awarded
a fellowship in addition to that!  Isn't this exciting?"

   "Yeah --" I mumbled, and gazed around up at the walls that reached
toward the skylights, our steps sounding down the corridor.

   In truth, I still had no idea what Bob was talking about, or what this
experiment was supposed to be.  But it sure sounded like the science
professors were impressed, and some people from other state universities
would be attending.  I started to feel like I was way out of place, being
among such intellectuals.  And here I was, just a year out of high school!

   Reaching the end of the corridor, we came to an intersection, and turned
a corner that led to a large metal door.  Bob had to enter a security code,
for us to enter.

   "It's nothing Top Secret," he laughed.  "The school of science is just
very protective about their laboratory equipment."

   We padded now across a carpeted foyer, which led to some sort of waiting
area.  Through another door, I saw that there was a long table, and about a
dozen people seated on chairs behind it.  Older men and women, these folks
had to be the most serious people I had ever seen in my life.  They were
diligently taking a flurry of notes, and hardly acknowledged our entrance.

   The senior student looked around for a moment, but apparently there was
no other seating to be found in the small antechamber.  He then motioned to
the opposite side of the room, across from the table, where there was a
glass wall.  Behind this divider, I could see it was brightly lit, with all
sorts of instruments, computers and monitors, and Bob's friend, Jake. 
There was also a rectangular door cut into one end of the Plexiglas, and
through this I was ushered.

   "Jake, you remember Erica?" my companion greeted his lab partner.

   I blushed as the other grinned beneath his beard.  He was also dressed
in the same type of yellow jumpsuit and was wearing rubber boots.  Because
he was a bit larger than Bob, he looked kind of like a puffed out clown.  I
put a hand to my mouth to keep from giggling.  This was supposed to be a
serious academic dissertation.

   The boys found me a black laboratory stool, and I moved this over to the
corner to have a seat, out of the way.  I really shouldn't think of them as
boys, although they had all the enthusiasm of a couple of youngsters
playing with a new chemistry set.  Still, I had to keep in mind that these
were twenty-two or twenty-three year old young men.  Looking out through
the glass at the line of stern faces behind the table, I had the sudden
thought that I was the sexiest person in the room!

   Bob began to address the assembled professors and fellow scientists.  I
saw that the counter in front of the Plexiglas had a standing microphone,
and his words would be amplified on the other side.  As he continued to
launch into a well-prepared preliminary discussion, I took note of the rest
of the laboratory surroundings.  Next to the counter was a station that had
some dishes and beakers and graduated cylinders.  On the other side, was a
set of high-tech consoles, and Jake was dutifully running calculations and
keeping an eye on things.

   As the presentation wore on, I wondered if I would not have been better
staying at Alicia's music performance.  Or else I could have remained back
at the student center, and found something else to keep me amused.  Just
when I thought it couldn't get any more boring, a loud buzzing like an
alarm sounded inside the chamber.  It made me jump a little, and I put my
hands to my little ears.  Well, at least this was unexpected --

   Bob stopped in the middle of his presentation and looked around
nervously.  To his side, Jake hopped on another computer and began typing
frantically.  I had the sense that this was not part of their
demonstration. Looking outside the glass partition, I watched the
professors and the scientists, exchanging glances, some wearing frowns of
disapproval.  Then my eyes were drawn to the work surface of the counter in
front of Bob.  There were two trays hooked up to an assortment of fine
wires, and within were twin pools of undulating silver.  It looked like
some kind of liquid metal.

   "A distortion in the alloy compound!" Jake was muttering, whatever that
meant.

   Bob spun around, his gaze intense behind the goggles as he surveyed the
lab station.  All the while, the buzzing noise persisted, and the
fluorescent ceiling lights began to flicker.  The young man stepped in
front of me, then took my hands in his rubber gloves, and pulled me to my
feet.  Without explanation, he quickly walked me over to the door cut into
the Plexiglas.

   We both looked up to see that a light on top of the door that had been
dim, was now flashing bright red.  A bolt had automatically slid into place
on the other side of the door, preventing it from being opened.

   "Are we --is everything all right?" I asked with some degree of
trepidation.

   Again, Bob seemed to look me over from head to toe, than dragged me
toward the middle of the room.  He conferred with his partner Jake, who
then immediately typed something and brought up another program.  Finally,
he turned to address the committee, and I had the feeling he was about to
make up some bullshit.

   "This is all perfectly normal," he was saying through the microphone. 
"We have set up a control, in order to replicate the challenging reactions
that we have observed while studying this extremely delicate material."

   I saw him gesture at the silvery substance, which bubbled violently, and
didn't look anything at all like delicate.  Bob then went on to
nonchalantly inform the panel that the substance he and Jake had been
working with was highly sensitive and reactive to other metals.  He turned
slightly, pointing an arm toward the ground, at my feet.

   "Erica," he whispered out of the corner of his mouth, "I need you to
remove your shoes."

   I looked down, then back at the young man in disbelief.  "What?"

   "Your sandals," Bob tried to explain, "the buckles are metal.  They are
destabilizing the compound -- we have to get rid of them!"

   "Oh, um, of course --" I muttered, as if it made all the sense in the
world!

   Yet I found myself shyly crouching down on one knee, so I could unfasten
the buckles.  First I did one shoe, and then the other.  I leaned on Bob
for support, as I stood back up, now able to lift my toes out of each
sandal.  The tiles of the lab station were cool beneath my bare feet,
sending shivers up my legs and causing me to rub my arms.  Out of nowhere,
Jake bent down and snatched up my footwear.

   Now I watched amazed as Jake brought them over to the back wall and
activated a bin of some sort, which I hadn't noticed before.  It looked
like it could be a containment unit, although I had no idea for sure.  I
hoped it wasn't a disposal bin that he dumped them inside -- I wanted those
sandals back!

   Curling my toes self-consciously as I stood in the room's center, I saw
Jake return to the main computer.  On the screen there was a big red bar
and lots of numbers, all changing rapidly and well beyond my comprehension.
I did notice that the red bar moved down a little.

   Bob made some kind of scientific sounding declaration to the review
panel, and then he turned his attention once more toward me.  He stepped
close in front of me, his back to the glass window.  When he took my hands
in his, it was such a sweet moment.  I could see that he was confident, but
not all that sure what was going on.  He asked if I could remove my
wristwatch.

   Well, what could I do?  Clearly the metallic band, no matter how thin
and fragile, was still disrupting their experiment.  I licked my lips, and
then carefully undid the clasp.  Handing the watch over to Bob, he tossed
it to his partner, who in turn discarded it into the mysterious bin.

   Instinctively, my eyes darted to the computer screen, as I absently
massaged my wrist.  The red bar moved slightly.  Or was it just a trick of
the flashing and flickering lights?  The boys seemed to think something
happened, as they nodded silently at one another.  Bob stepped in front of
the microphone, going on about how their Subject had displayed a number of
variables that triggered fascinating ionic developments.  As if to
underscore his point, the liquid metal leaped up, like a silvery finger
beckoning to the young scientists.  I tried to see if the professors were
impressed, but I couldn't tell.

   Shuffling around in his rubber boots, Bob moved to stand behind me,
placing his hands on my shoulders and back.  Wide-eyed, I arched up on my
toes, but kept my arms straight at my sides.  I may have even pushed out my
chest a little.  He continued to palpitate the supple curve of my spine,
taking a great interest in the make of my shirt.

   "Erica -- this material," he started, "your top is woven with miniature
metal links.  I'm afraid I need -- you need, to take it off."

   My hands reached up to grip the edge at my waist.  "You want me to get
undressed -- in front of your teachers?"

   "They're scientists, Erica.  They understand that this is part of the
research," he tried to sound convincing.

   Unable to find words, all I could do was gasp, as he brushed the bottom
of my shirt.  Meanwhile, my fingers fumbled with the front edge, just
enough so that my bellybutton peeked into view.

   Jake strode over and leaned in close to me.  "Listen, Erica, I don't
know why Bob brought you in here without proper protection.  But it's
evident that the metal on your clothes is causing the compound to become
agitated.  We need it to stabilize, or it might evolve into a hazardous
substance!"

   I couldn't believe what I was hearing!  And then Bob placed his hands
lightly on my hips, speaking in a softer tone of voice, and he also seemed
a little embarrassed himself.

   "Are you -- are you wearing a bra?"

   "Yes!" I said rather breathlessly.

   I backed up, and the smooth heel of my foot pressed against the hard toe
of the young man's boot.  I felt vulnerable, yet at the same time, secure
in his half-embrace.

   "Erica, please --" Jake implored, looking nervously at the laboratory
workstation, then back at me.  "Take off your shirt!"

   Well, I suppose it was all in the name of science.  So I turned around,
now facing Bob.  I hesitated, and found I couldn't look him in the eye. 
Fingers curling around the bottom of my shirt, I began to pull it up --
exposing my bare stomach -- and then higher, until my white bra came into
view.  I was feeling all sorts of emotions, from fear that I had actually
messed up their experiment, to the delicious humiliation of being commanded
to strip.  Now I lowered my head, and pulled my mesh top the rest of the
way off, twisting it inside out as it came off my arms.

   I just handed the material over to Jake, and watched him quickly dispose
of it inside that bin.  Realizing that I was now standing here in my bra, I
folded my arms across my chest.  Then I turned around to see if there was
any improvement on the monitor.  It seemed that the red bar indicator moved
noticeably.  I guess the metal on my clothes really was somehow interfering
with conditions in the room.

   From behind me, I heard Bob say, "Oh no --"

   "What is it?" I asked as I spun around again, my foot rubbing the back
of my bare calf.

   The aspiring graduate student looked past me to acknowledge the panel
observing this demonstration, and then he said, "Um -- Erica, your bra --
has a metal clasp."

   "Of course it does," I answered quickly.  "Oh, wait -- you don't mean
--"

   Jake suddenly popped back behind me, and somehow he managed to
manipulate the metal bra hook with his rubber gloves.  Before I knew it, I
was practically cradling the A cups in my arms.  At least positioned
between the two boys, the gathered faculty on the other side of the glass
could not see me.

   I carefully slid the bra straps off my shoulders one at a time, and then
gave the undergarment to Jake for him to confiscate.  Briefly, I stood
before Bob bare-chested, my tits uncovered and my nipples growing long and
hard.  Ohmygosh, I didn't want him to get the wrong idea, like I was
enjoying this!  I lifted up my hands to cover my breasts, but Bob gave me
an understanding smile of gratitude.

   Topless!  I was now topless in the college science building -- and there
were like a dozen smart and important people watching me!  I didn't think I
could stand it much longer, so with my hands still cupping my titties, I
pushed myself forward and jogged toward the corner of the room.  My bare
feet slapped over the tiles, until I reached the laboratory stool I had
been seated on.

   Over my shoulder, I could here Bob address the panel.  Then it sounded
like he turned to have a heated discussion with Jake.

   "What?  What else could it be?" I heard the bearded young man state
earnestly.

   And then Bob came clomping over to me in his dumb rubber boots.  He put
his hands on my bare shoulders, and gently turned me around.  Again,
standing like this in front of the young man, I found that I couldn't look
him directly in the eye.  Instead, I blew a whistle of air up from my
bottom lip, causing a strand of my soft brown hair to rise off my face.  My
arms were still hugging my chest, when Bob lowered his hands to my hips.

   "Oh, Erica --" he spoke somewhat dismayed.  "Your skirt!"

   "Do you like it?" I asked sarcastically, while feeling nervous, excited,
thrilled and embarrassed all at the same time.

   He smiled briefly, and then said, "Yes, it's very nice.  But I count at
least 5 metallic buttons sewn into the material.  We need you to let us
remove it from the experimental zone."

   "What exactly is happening to all my stuff?" I pouted.

   Bob looked back over his shoulder at Jake, before answering me, "We need
to take these metal items out of an area where they can't interact with the
substance we are working on.  In that container, the buckles on your
sandals, your wristwatch, and your mesh shirt, won't be able to destabilize
the molecular --"

   "Yeah, yeah -- and now you want my skirt, too!" I said, even as I
lowered one hand to pop open the button.  "Oh my -- I guess we forgot to
count the metal zipper as well!"

   That sealed it.  With one arm slung across my breasts, I let the denim
skirt wiggle down my hips, and fall to the floor completely.  I shyly
lifted each leg, so that Bob could bend down and retrieve the material.

   Before he returned the item to his lab partner, I reached out to touch
his arm.  "Bob -- um, I just want you to know, I'm really embarrassed."

   Even as I made the confession, I could feel the pink blush spreading up
my thighs and tummy, my neck flushing and ears turning red.  What I
wondered, was if the astute scientist knew also that I was getting very
aroused!

   "I know," he replied softly.  "I'm sorry about this.  I'll make it up to
you."

   While I stood there in just my little white panties, I watched Bob
proceed to deliver my clothes to Jake, and then spoke once more to the
assembled professors.  I imagine he had to explain what was going on, all
about his hypothesis that the metal things I was wearing had caused a
strange and potentially dangerous reaction with the compound they were
studying.  From the corner, I could not see the computer screen, but I
hoped that red bar had gone all the way down, since I didn't have any more
metallic items on me.  Feeling a little horny, and a little adventurous, I
crept quietly closer to the center of the room so that the panel might have
a better look at my slim nineteen-year-old figure.  I bet I made a more
interesting body of research!

   Bob and Jake now both monitored their testing material and consulted the
computer programs.  Again they seemed to have a spirited exchange.  I
caught Jake gesturing in my direction.  Now what?

   Both young men approached me.  Bob asked me nicely if I had any other
metal on me.  I told him that there was nothing I could think of.

   "Is your clit pierced?" Jake scratched his beard and narrowed his eyes
as he looked at my crotch.

   I nearly put my hands on my hips in shock, but that would have revealed
how hard my nipples were.  "Excuse me?"

   "Your clitoris," Jake continued, "does it have a piercing?"

   "No way!" I answered truthfully, even as the object of this sensitive
discussion began to poke out.

   Jake looked at his partner, and then said, "It certainly looked big
enough, if I remember correctly.  You know, Erica, you could have a little
circlet through the apex of your labia, with a metallic ball resting on
that extended, fleshy nub."

   "No!" I repeated, growing more and more turned on.

   Before Bob could intercede on my behalf, his partner challenged me, "I
don't believe you.  There is still some metal in this room, coming --
coming from you!  Take off your panties, Erica."

   My eyes went wide, as I shuffled nervously from one bare foot to the
other.  He wanted me to remove my underwear?  Right here in front of
everybody?  I looked at Bob, but I could tell he was just as conflicted --
not wanting to humiliate me any further, but also perplexed as to the
source of any disruptive metal objects.  Well, I had to prove to him that I
was not hiding anything and was not the cause of their presentation's
problems.

   First, I turned my back so that it was facing the viewing glass.  All
these professors and scientists were going to get a good look at my bare
ass, but I tried not to think about that.  I lowered my arms to hook my
thumbs in the sides of my panties.  My nipples were quivering, my tummy
fluttering, as I began to slowly peel the elastic waistband down my hips. I
wondered if I could have just lowered them in front, or rolled them halfway
down my thighs, but my trembling hands did not stop.  They kept tugging the
material down my legs, until I was able to shake them past my knees.

   I let my underwear fall all the way to my ankles.  Then I stepped
completely out of them.  Ohmygosh!  I stood fully nude in front of the two
boys.  Nothing was left to the imagination!

   Reflexively, my hands darted to cover my pussy, and tried to shield my
nipples, as I modestly bent a knee forward.  But then I remembered that I
was supposed to show these young scientists everything, like an
examination. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and moved my hands out
of the way.  I even shifted my legs further apart.  This caused my pink
lower lips to unfold completely, my clitoris protruding out of its hood.  I
hoped Jake was satisfied --

   However, he only crouched down in front of my bald crotch, and said,
"Erica, spread your labia apart --"

   "Oh!" I gasped, but my hands willingly sought to touch that most silky,
sensitive skin.

   I pressed my thumbs into my shaved mound, using my two index fingers to
pull apart the lips.  Into my steaming slit, the young man peered.  And
then he stuck his finger out, encased in a rubber glove, and touched my
clit!

   "OHHH!  Mmmmmm --." I moaned, my body shuddering at such pleasurable
sensations.

   Jake then stood up and shook his head.  "Nope, definitely no ring or any
signs of piercing.  I doubt you could ever get through the procedure,
Erica."

   "So then where is the metal coming from?" Bob inquired.

   At this point, the young man acted like a gentleman and stepped behind
me, essentially blocking the view of my totally naked body from the science
faculty.  But then he placed his hands on the sides of my bare legs and
began patting me down!  My arms sprung out like airplane wings, as he moved
higher and higher.  I stood up on my tiptoes, allowing him access to every
nook and cranny.  Although secretly I would have liked the touch of his
uncovered fingers caressing my skin, the Playtex rubber gloves he was
wearing were not entirely unpleasant.

   Bob reached around, feeling my stomach -- no, no ring in the belly
button.  His hands roamed higher, eventually making contact with my small
but succulent breasts.  As elongated as my nipples were, I thought it
pretty obvious that my nipples were not pierced either.  Thank goodness
Jake had already inspected me down below, because I think if Bob touched my
pussy with his rubber gloves, I would have cum right there in the middle of
the room!

   Still, I was hot as hell, and building toward an orgasm.  I know it was
more of a clinical search to find any kind of foreign object with even a
trace of metal on my person, but it felt like my body was being teased and
played with.  And we had an audience!  I arched my back, grinding my pretty
ass against the front of Bob's jumpsuit.  Licking my lips, I ran both my
hands through my hair, lifting the locks, exposing the supple back of my
neck and --

   "Erica!  Your earrings!" Jake called out.

   I was sort of in a daze, and mumbled, "Mmmm --yes --nibble my earlobes
--"

   "No, no -- hold that position!" Bob said firmly.

   Suddenly, I was a little more aware of my nudity, but I did as I was
told.  I kept my hands on top my head, fingers interlocked.  With my feet
spread about shoulder-width apart, my pussy lips hung down enticingly
between my legs.  Bob moved in for a closer look at my ears, pressing his
body against mine, and gingerly touched the jewelry.

   "Yes, I believe that's it!" Bob confirmed.

   Jake stepped forward to take a closer look himself.  It was like a naked
Erica sandwich, with me squeezed between the two young men.  The bearded
graduate student put his finger to my chin, turning my head so that he
could better examine the jewelry.

   Finally he said, "You're going to have to remove those earrings."

   "Um, OK," I whispered.

   Now he stepped away from me, giving me room to maneuver.  My whole body
was flushed, and I noticed he was perspiring too.  But was it from the
stress of this wildly unexpected meltdown of their presentation, or because
he and his friend had their hands full with a nude young girl?  I
straightened out a little as my fingers worked at the clasp and pin in each
earlobe.  Of course this left my front completely exposed.  And as my body
was starting to calm down, the orgasm starting to subside, I was growing
more and more embarrassed about my lack of clothing.

   When I had pulled out the two earrings, I glanced over my shoulder and
shyly handed them to Bob.  I wondered if he knew how close he had been to
making me cum.  It was at that point, I found myself wondering what it
would be like to have him inside me!

   "Whoa, looks like someone's thinking dirty thoughts," Jake remarked.

   I looked down and saw that my nipples were pointing toward the ceiling.
I guess my clit was still pretty erect, probably sticking right out at
Jake. Blushing, I placed a palm over my pink pussy.  For some reason, now
that I had taken off the last of my accessory items, along with all of my
clothes, I felt more naked than ever.  It's like they had now seen every
inch of me.

   Bob picked my panties up off the floor, and carefully wrapped my ear
jewelry.  He then walked over to the containment bin, opened the hatch, and
dropped my things inside.

   "You didn't have to put her underwear in there," Jake said to his
friend.

   For the first time, I noticed that the compartment opened and closed
with a hiss of air, like it was pressurized.

   Bob regarded the unit, then turned back to face us.  "Oh, right -- I
guess not."

   Before I could ask him to retrieve the article, so at least I might
salvage some decency, suddenly the lights in the room began to stop
flickering.  The buzzing alarm also died down.  And I could only imagine
that the image on the computer screen of that glaring red bar must have
disappeared.  No more metal at all in the laboratory station, and not even
a stitch on me!

   At once, the transparent door in the Plexiglas wall swung open, as a
stream of professors and fellow scientists entered the room.  I was shocked
at first, as here I was, standing in the middle, stark naked.  I wished
that I could find some place to hide.  But the academic review panel was
more interested in that mysterious silvery substance that the boys had been
working with.

   As they began questioning Jake and Bob, I quietly stepped to the side.
Eventually, I made my way over to the corner stool, and sat down for the
remainder of the evaluation.  Of course, I demurely crossed my legs, and
held one hand in front of each breast, effectively shielding my pointy
nipples.  I bit my lip and bobbed my foot, waiting for this to be
concluded. What I didn't realize until too late, was that this stool was
positioned in the corner, right across from the open doorway.

   One by one, the faculty members and board members departed from the
chamber, and each and every one of them had to pass by me on the way out!
So much for being ignored.  Most of them inclined their head or nodded, as
if thanking me for my participation in the experiment.  As if this had been
a planned demonstration!  Sitting there completely bare, I thought to
myself that I had never been seen by any of my own college professors like
this.  I wondered if there was a chance I might take a course with any of
them over the next few years.  Certainly, there was the very real
likelihood I might run into them on campus!

   When the last woman had exited the chamber, I asked, "Are they gone?"

   "Yes, they will be forming their own committee now to discuss the merits
of our findings," Bob said, perhaps a bit worried.

   I looked to my side to verify that the adjoining room was indeed empty,
and then hopped off my seat.  With one hand still between my legs, I shyly
walked over to the workstation area.  Standing on my bare tiptoes, I
curiously watched the slow ripple of the liquid alloy in the two trays.  It
looked so peaceful now, and kind of calming.

   "So what exactly does this stuff do?" I asked, raising my free hand to
hook a strand of hair behind my ear.

   Jake was quickly at my side and explained, "It's still in the
experimental stages, but we believe that we have discovered a new free-form
metal.  You've been seeing it here in its most malleable state -- but when
removed from the testing pan and subjected to the room's atmospherics, the
substance can be molded and will then retain any shape."

   I blinked, completely lost.

   "Here, watch --" Jake chuckled.

   And just like that, the bearded young man plunged both his gloved hands
into a silvery pool.  I gasped in amazement when he pulled out a
considerable quantity, and began shaping it into a perfect sphere.  Then,
like a magician making balloon animals at a kid's birthday party, he winked
with a mischievous look in his eye.  Jake rolled the ball between his two
hands, faster and faster, so that the shape became long and narrow.  Soon,
it took on the form of a cylinder.  But he was cleverly able to tweak the
substance, pinching and twisting it, until he had made a cone at one end,
turning it into a seven or eight inch smooth silver rocket.

   I brought both my hands to my chest, rubbing my nipples with the palms
of my hands, and let out a small, "Ooooh --"

   In response, Jake touched me with the morphed silver, just below my
bellybutton.  He slowly traced a line down to my crotch, causing me to
separate my legs a bit.  He teased my bare pubic mound with the tip of the
hardened object.

   "Oh!" I squealed, "You wouldn't --"

   Already open and lubricated, my pussy let the silver crafted instrument
slip right in.  It was a perfect fit!  I closed my eyes, and held my
breath, waiting to see if he would start pleasuring me.

   "Come on, Jake, you know it's not meant for that!" I heard Bob reprimand
his friend.

   The other young scientist held it inside me a moment longer, and then
withdrew the object glistening with my juices.  "A thousand and one uses,
Bob.  Think of the fun we could have!"

   Nevertheless, these boys were all business when it came down to their
science project.  So despite having created perhaps a breakthrough in
feminine pleasure toys, Jake placed the transformed metal back into the
tray.  I was amazed to see it revert to its liquid state again, and I was
breathing hard from excitement.  Then the young man took me by the hand,
pulling me away from the lab counter.

   "I know, Erica, it's pretty incredible," Jake said.  "But we have to
lock everything down for the rest of the day."

   We were halfway through the room when I gasped, "What -- what about my
clothes?"

   Jake let go of me, pausing to look up and down my naked body, from head
to toe.  All I could was stand there, blushing, not bothering to cover up.
In fact, I clasped my hands sweetly behind my back, even raised one foot on
my delicate toes.

   "Do you want to tell her, or should I?" Jake asked his friend.

   I opened my mouth to object, but Bob was already behind me, placing a
hand on my shoulder.  He had taken off his rubber gloves.

   "I'm sorry, Erica, but in order to prevent the metal from your watch and
jewelry and all your clothes disrupting the material we've been working
with, we had to use that containment bin --"

   Now I folded my arms across my little tits.  "Yes, I gathered that!"

   "Well, that bin cryogenically sustains the items placed within for a
period of twenty-four hours.  The good news is, your things are unable to
harm our research, and they will be perfectly fine."

   I spun around to face Bob fully nude.  "You mean I can't get them out of
there -- until tomorrow?"

   Behind me, Jake whistled.  "You've got a great ass, Erica."

   Now I turned around again, completely flustered.  I bit my lip and ran a
hand through my hair.  These two guys were so unreal.  Bob always seemed
sweet and sincere, and then Jake had his direct approach of just saying
whatever was on his mind.  And yet by all indications, they were both
brilliant chemistry students.  Though by no means were they the most
attractive samples of the college's male population, they were still cute
in their oddball sort of way.  I found myself torn between wanting to
scream at them, or wanting them to have their way with me!

   "Don't worry," Bob was continuing.  "We'll have everything sorted out
and returned to you."

   "Well, what am I going to wear now?" I pouted.

   Jake looked about the stark, clinical laboratory and then snapped his
fingers.  "The lab coats!"

   "There are lab coats in here?" I asked in disbelief, placing my hands on
my nude hips.

   Bob moved around to my side and said, "No, not up here.  And you
remember, we were locked behind this partition as a safety precaution,
while we confiscated all the destabilizing metal."

   "But there are more labs on the floor below us, and they have closets
full of protective jackets!" Jake replied.

   "Can I wait here, while you bring me back one?" I inquired shyly, once
more cupping my hands in front of my pussy.

   Placing a hand on my bare back, Bob urged me forward.  "I really need to
lock down the station, Erica."

   "Oh --" I said in a small voice.

   At first, I thought he meant the rectangular lab work area behind the
Plexiglas wall.  But soon the boys ushered me barefoot onto the carpeted
adjoining area, where the review panel had sat behind a long table. 
Further on we pressed, through the waiting area and out the door.  My tummy
fluttered as I was being separated from my clothes with each step, and I
instinctively brought my hands to my mouth, to keep from protesting.  Down
below, my pussy lips unfolded and flapped with my walking motions.  Before
I even realized what had happened, I found myself standing outside in the
corridor as Bob punched in the security code.

   Ohmygosh!  I was totally naked up here in the college Science Hall!  I
had never been in any of the classroom buildings unclothed before!  I felt
a sense of thrill flood through my body, and I was nervous and embarrassed
at the same time.  At least it was the summer session, and I don't think
there were any students around.

   Jake must have guessed my thoughts, and placed a comforting hand on my
stomach, which nearly started me purring.  "Don't worry, Erica.  I doubt
any other students would be in this building."

   With that, the two boys headed off down the hallway, their big rubber
boots echoing over the tiled floor.  I was left to follow, padding after
them softly, my perky tits bouncing.  They weren't going in the direction
of the elevator, but instead we continued along the main corridor. 
Hopefully, the academic review board had gone in a different direction,
maybe left the building entirely.  I didn't want to be seen by them again!

   Around the corner were some spiral stairs, which the two graduate
students quickly descended.  I paused for a moment before lowering my toes
to follow in the wake of their footsteps.  I had one arm extended, hand
gliding along the slim banister, while with my other hand I rested my
fingers on my bare shoulder.  After climbing down a few feet, Bob and Jake
stopped, turning their heads to see that I was keeping up.  Instinctively,
when they stopped, I also halted my descent, standing with my legs apart.

   Blushing, I realized that from where they were looking up, not only did
they see my bald pink pussy, but they could also see deeper inside me. 
What a sight that must have been, glistening with the first drops of cum! I
really needed to get covered up.  So I hurriedly pushed my way forward,
reaching and even squeezing between the two young men.

   "Right, you should probably go in front of us," Jake muttered.

   Of course, now that I wasn't sure where I was going or who I might run
into, I carefully wrapped an arm around my breasts, and lowered one hand in
front of my crotch.  Still, I know my little bottom bounced playfully as I
proceeded down the steps.  I took a deep breath as I walked out into the
landing, and then emerged in the middle of a new corridor.  We were along
the edge of the building, I realized, as tall wide windows ran along the
length of the entire wall.

   "Guys!  I'm totally exposed up here!" I called over my shoulder, hugging
my body tight.

   Jake walked past me and said, "It should be all right -- I doubt anyone
ever looks up to see what's going on inside this wing of the Science
Center!"

   Fascinated, I let my arms drop to my sides, and strolled to the edge of
the window.  Framed in steel and marble, the glass reached from floor to
ceiling.  I took a couple more steps forward, placed my hands on the
transparent surface.  Lowering my eyes, I could make out several people
crossing over a path below.  Now I pressed my bare body full against the
glass.  My extended nipples and breasts squished upon the window, and my
pussy was spread like little pink wings.  I even lifted up on my toes.

   "Um, Erica, what are you doing?" Bob asked as he and Jake stopped to
turn around and look at me.

   At the sound of his voice, I spun on my heel, leaning my ass against the
window.  My pokey nipples snapped up and down, quivering wildly.  And my
shaved lips were left hanging open, my enormous clit sticking out.

   I was so embarrassed standing there, and mumbled, "Just making sure no
one could see me --"

   "Right," Jake chuckled.  "Like I said, we had better get you covered up
before you catch something."

   Now I felt like a scolded little girl, who had been caught playing out
in the rain.  I shyly cupped both hands in front of my pussy, and shuffled
after the two young men.  What would they think of me!

   We entered a room off to the side, and I saw that the layout was pretty
much like a clinical laboratory.  Actually, not much different than the
chemistry classrooms we had back in high school.  Although, I imagine the
equipment here was much more sophisticated.  All the way in the back,
looked to be rows of closets, and perhaps some lockers.

   I stood in the middle of the lab, continually checking over my shoulder
as I bounced up and down on my feet.  The boys moved ahead and made a
search through the wardrobe.  Finally, Bob returned to me, holding out a
white coat.  First, I lowered my eyes shyly.  And then I slowly pulled my
hands apart, away from my crotch, letting everything hang out.  Ohmygosh, I
was so horny!  Stretching my arms out, I allowed Bob to slip the lab coat
over my body.

   Once my arms were through the sleeves, I found that the cuffs came a
little past my hands, like it was too big for me.  But the hem only fell to
the middle of my smooth thighs, so I guessed this was a coat for a short
person.  My fingers trembling, I did up the buttons until I was decent
again.

   Well, except that this was the only thing I was wearing!  I rubbed my
bare foot up and down my other leg's shin.  This was making me hotter!  I
wondered who would get to use the coat next, and if they would smell my
arousal in this jacket.  My arms reached up and I ran a hand through my
hair.

   "I wouldn't lift your arms up too much," Jake advised.

   With my hands still placed atop my head, I looked down to see the coat
was raised enough, permitting my pussy to peek out.  I felt so naughty! 
And then the two boys were at my side, each gently taking me by the elbow.

   Bob explained, "If you wouldn't mind just waiting outside for a moment,
Erica.  We would like to change out of these suits."

   "Wait a minute," I protested, flustered and squirming out of the hold of
the young men.  "You two have seen me naked all day today!  Why should I
give you any privacy?"

   The science graduates exchanged glances as we continued toward the door,
and Jake answered, "That doesn't seem very lady-like.  Besides, we did find
you something to cover up with!"

   "I suppose --" I mumbled, fidgeting with the buttons of the lab coat.

   Bob put a hand on my arm and said, "Now you just wait out in the hall
for a minute, and then we'll all go get something to eat."

   Now that he mentioned it, I was kind of famished.  But my mind wasn't
really on food.  I couldn't help but be fixated on the polyester material
swishing across my boobs and pussy, the fact that I was stark naked under
this coat!  And the thought of these guys undressing, was actually turning
me on.  Reluctantly, I backed out of the door and stepped to the side.

   I bit my lip and tried to be good.  But curiosity got the better of me.
After about thirty seconds, I leaned forward, sneaking a peek back inside
the laboratory room.  Jake and Bob had ditched their ridiculous yellow
over-clothes, and were down to their boxers and T-shirts.  They had their
backs to me, and I had to wonder just how big their erections were!  I
could feel my own clit throbbing --

   Before I knew it, or even realized it, my lab coat was completely
unbuttoned and I was stroking my bald vulva.  However, the show wasn't
going to last, as the boys found their change of clothes in the lockers and
were soon dressed again in slacks and shirts.  Keeping enough sense not to
be discovered, I quickly spun around and leaned against the wall with my
eyes closed.

   "Erica, if you want to preserve your modesty, you're going to have to
keep that coat buttoned up!" Jake chided me as he walked outside the room
with his friend.

   Embarrassed, I quickly grabbed the open flaps of the coat and yanked
them over the front of my body.  I told them the jacket was just
uncomfortable.

   Jake continued to tease, suggesting, "We could always return it to the
closet --"

   "Um, where are we going?" I asked, momentarily toying with the idea of
an extended streak.

   Bob stepped forward, redoing the buttons for me like a gentleman. 
"We're going back to the Student Center, to grab a quick bite to eat."

   "Oh," I said in a small voice, standing up on my toes.  "I guess I
better keep this on."

   I giggled nervously while Bob finished making sure I was proper.  We
then started down the hallway, back the way we had come.  Now I let my arms
hang at my sides, once more the cuffs falling down past my hands.  I was
still conscious of my feet slapping over the white gleaming ties.  The boys
must have noticed too, as they kept glancing at my sweet bare legs beneath
the hem of the coat.

   Admittedly, it was pretty exciting walking through the building like
this, and served to keep me on edge.  Of course, the place was deserted,
just the three of us echoing down the stairs and corridors.

   When we walked outside onto the college campus, the late afternoon sun
was still high in the sky.  It was warm, so I did not mind my barefoot
condition so much.  But instinctively, I raised both my hands to shield my
eyes like a visor from the sun.  That revealed a little bit of pink, and
made me shiver.

   "Ooops!" I gasped, quickly lowering my arms.

   "Come on, Erica," Jake laughed, and I followed the boys down the path.

   We passed a few people on the way to the Student Center.  I actually
don't think anyone paid me any attention, dressed in the white lab coat,
and walking between these two science geeks.  Now it was me who was glad to
have their unremarkable presence avert any eyes of interest.

   That is, until we reached the wide plaza that stretched out before the
glass and marble structure.  It didn't take long, moving past hedges and
benches, for us to be spied and greeted.  We stopped in our tracks, as a
brunette girl approached us.

   "Erica, where have you been?" asked Alicia walking right up to me.

   "I'm sorry!" I confessed, blushing between the two young men.  "I
completely forgot about your practice!  It was only going to be for a
little while, but I got caught up --"

   Alicia folded her arms and narrowed her eyes.  "I bet!"

   "Jake, Bob --" I gushed, motioning back and forth between them, "this is
my best friend, Alicia."

   "Pleased to meet you," Jake gave a friendly little wave.

   Alicia smiled then turned her eye back on me.  "And what are you
supposed to be, Erica?"

   "A lab assistant," I sputtered.

   My friend chuckled then said, "Well you look silly, because that coat
doesn't even fit.  Take it off, and where are your shoes!"

   "I can't!" I squeaked, my eyes going wide, hands clutching the buttons
of the lab coat.  "I mean, I don't have anything on, under this --"

   "What?" Alicia tried to suppress her own girlish giggle.

   I looked from one science graduate to the other, and then replied
bashfully, "I'm not wearing any clothes!"

   Now Alicia gave the boys a mischievous smile.  "So what exactly were you
three up to, hmmm?"

   "Oh, it's not like that," Bob interceded on my behalf.  "We were running
an important science demonstration, and there was a malfunction.  Your
friend, Erica --"

   "She'll tell me about it later," Alicia said, stopping him mid-sentence
with a raised hand.

   "We were just about to get something to eat," Jake said smoothly,
jerking his head back at the Student Center.  "Care to join us?"

   My busty brunette friend agreed, and soon we were heading for the wide
double doors.  It was a quick walk down the hall, and around the corner to
the student commissary.  Only a couple of people passed us on our way in.
The great eating hall was very spacious, obviously needing to accommodate
the campus population when the full semesters were in session.  For now,
with only the four of us making our way past the empty tables, the place
seemed cavernous.  There were pillars and decorative walls that sort of
divided this part of the building into to sections.  We moved beneath a
painted frieze and found ourselves a table in the corner.

   "You ladies wait here," Bob offered, "while Jake and I go up to see
what's left on the menu."

   After they had departed, heading for the grill and order counter all the
way on the other side of the commissary, Alicia slid next to me.  She put a
hand meaningfully on my knee, and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear.

   "Your new friends?" she questioned me, fondling my earlobe.

   "Um, I guess.  They're all right," I answered, confused by my surging
emotions.

   Alicia continued her interrogation.  "You even took off your earrings,
Erica.  I guess they saw all of you -- every inch?"

   I licked my lips and nodded, "Mmmm-hmmm."

   "So which one do you fancy?" Alicia pressed on.

   "Oh, I don't know," I said blushing.  "It's not like that.  I mean they
are both kind of cute, in that nerdy sort of way.  They are really very
smart.  And Bob, the one with the glasses, he is so sweet --"

   Alicia put her hand on my left breast and said, "Erica, your heart is
beating faster --"

   "It is?"

   My friend only smiled knowingly and said, "I'm going to help you out. 
I'll go up there and find some way to keep Jake distracted.  When Bob comes
back, you can be alone with him.  But first, let me have the coat."

   "Alicia!" I sat up, amazed.  "I told you -- I'm naked under this
jacket!"

   Looking around, as if to confirm that we were indeed isolated in this
corner, she declared, "It's what you want.  Now come on, hand it over. 
You'll thank me later, Erica."

   I remained seated, but nervously popped open the top button of the lab
coat.  My eyes were wide, and I couldn't believe I was doing this!  Fingers
moving quickly before I had a chance to change my mind, I undid the second
and then all the rest of the buttons.  We were in the Student Center, for
goodness sake!  Any other time during the Fall or Spring, there would be
thousands of young people around us.  I shrugged the white coat off my
shoulders so I could pull out my arms one at a time.

   Instantly my nipples hardened, waiting to be played with.  Alicia smiled
in satisfaction as I scooted around on the seat, and then passed the jacket
into her arms.

   I was sitting here totally nude!

   My slim body was bare and exposed, for a second I relished the brazen
display.  Then I crossed my legs demurely and hunched forward just a bit. I
clutched my arms around my knee, as my foot started bobbing up and down.

   "You look adorable!" Alicia grinned as she stood up, taking the lab coat
with her.

   My eyes watched and followed as she calmly waked away from the table. 
Further and further she drifted, leaving me here, naked.  I started to
think that this wasn't such a good idea, as any stray student could come
wandering over here at any moment.  Maybe I should get up and run.  But
where would I go?  I hoped Bob would bring me something good to eat.

   No sooner did I have that incongruous thought, then the young man came
shuffling into view.  I felt kind of scared and nervous, but also very
excited.  It's not like he hadn't seen me undressed before!  But something
about this unlikely of all locations, in the middle of the day, heightened
the sexuality of my nudity.  I brushed my hair back folding my hands behind
my head, presenting my tits as he stepped closer to the table.

   "Erica!" Bob exclaimed, nearly tripping over his feet and dropping his
tray.  "Where is your coat?"

   Feeling very sexy, I answered, "I took it off --"

   The young man nearly stumbled again.  "Yes, but here?  We're in the
middle of campus -- there are a half a dozen people on the other side of
the hall --"

   "There are?" I now stood up out of my seat.

   Bringing my hands to my mouth in shock, my soft tummy was in full view,
and inches beneath my bellybutton, my pink labia had unfolded.  The
possibility that there were others in the building, in the same room, was
too much for me.  I felt a thrill up and down my spine, and tingle in my
bare butt cheeks.  I waited for Bob to set the tray down on a table to the
side.

   And then I myself, slowly climbed up onto the table in front of me.  I
eased my petite body down, lying on my back.  My arms at my sides, I had my
toes and nipples sticking straight up at the vaulted ceiling above.

   Bob removed his glasses to wipe clean the lenses, and put them back on.
"Erica -- what?"

   "I want you to touch me, Bob," I moaned softly.

   The young man moved up against the table's length, staring down at me. I
watched his eyes roam all over my body, and it felt so good!  My fingers
drummed the surface in anticipation, the excitement of being so vulnerable,
nothing covered.  I arched my back a little.

   Bob reached down and took my bare toes between his fingers, causing me
to squeal unexpectedly at his choice.  He massaged my feet sensuously,
sending a charge up my legs and into my crotch.  I had no idea they were so
erogenous!  His hands, used to manipulating all sorts of things in the
science world, were amazing.

   "You are very pretty," he said with such sincerity, causing me to coo.

   Working his way up my thighs also got a reaction and I encouraged him
saying, "Mmmm -- why don't you try a more daring spot."

   Understanding my intent, the young man brushed his fingers lightly,
first across my stomach, and then over my nineteen-year-old bald pussy.  He
used his thumb and forefinger to spread apart my glistening lips.  With a
buck of my hips, his hand slipped, causing his finger to thrust deep inside
me --

   Wow!  This was incredible!  As he slowly began to work my pussy, I
reached up and squeezed my tender breasts.  All I could think of was how
different this was from Carrie's softer feminine touch.  She had played
with me before, but it was unlike what I was experiencing now.  I guess I
was still a virgin, having never been penetrated by a man before.  I'm not
sure Bob knew what he was doing, exploring my body like this for the first
time.  But his fingers would teasingly brush my clitoris, bringing me so
close, and then move away.  It was driving me wild!

   "Kiss my tits!" I moaned breathlessly.

   Like a good boy, he lowered his head, enough to blow on my elongated
nipples.  Soon his mouth was attached to my breast, his tongue flicking
back and forth, back and forth.  I was being sucked on and fingered in my
college's Student Center, and I was loving it!

   "Aaaah --" I heard myself moan.

   I knew I couldn't take much more teasing.  Sliding myself over the side
of the table, I pushed Bob into a chair.  I then climbed naked into his
lap. My arms were thrown around him as I kissed the young man full on the
lips.  I could feel his hardness through his pants, pressing into my
crotch.

   Now I turned myself around, still sitting his lap, but facing forward. I
let him play with and fondle my tits, while grinding my ass into the bulge
in his pants.  Then I took his wrist in my hand, and guided his fingers
down to my open pussy.

   "Touch me here," I gasped as he kissed me on the neck.

   With my assistance, I moved his finger onto my clitoris.  Once he found
the erect little button, I think the intelligent boy knew what to do. 
Circling, rubbing, and teasing the extended nub, made my bare legs shoot
out and toes spread apart!

   "Ohhhh -- Yes!  Yeeeessss!  " I gave a loud cry, enough for everyone to
hear, as I had my orgasm.

   Down his hand and arm my juices trailed.  I wondered if I was the first
girl Bob had made cum.  And in public, too!  With that thought, I had
another orgasm, gushing like a fountain.

   When my body stopped quivering, I crawled around to sit forward in his
lap once more.  We kind of cuddled, as he played with my boobs softly and
kissed my lips.  A little surprised, and feeling a bit guilty, I noticed he
had not -- subsided.

   "I'm sorry," I said blushing with shame, and confusion.  "I don't know
if I'm ready to have you inside me, yet --"

   Bob just looked at me with an understanding smile.  He raised his finger
still wet with my juices and said that would have to do.  We hugged a
little longer, his other hand rubbing my back.  And then I asked him if he
could find Alicia.  I suddenly wanted to be with my best friend.

   Naked, I huddled behind some chairs, and waited for her to return with
the lab coat.  But before she let me put it on, Alicia had to question me
first.

   "So did you get laid?"

   "Not quite," I replied, with an arm crossed over my breasts, and one
hand hiding my pussy.  "But he's the first guy I ever had finger me to
orgasm --"

   Alicia laughed and started to put the lab coat protectively around my
shoulders.  "Well, that's a start!"



   30  -" Ice Cream

   Once again, I found myself over Alicia's aunt's house.  We had made
plans to go to the mall today, but she was called on at the last minute to
watch her cousin.  This always seemed to happen when the two of us were
trying to spend some quality girl time together!  As it was, the guard duty
would not be for the whole day, only the early part of the afternoon until
Jimmy's mother returned from a hairdresser's appointment.

   It was the first week of June, and we were enjoying our break from
school, but the weather was already heating up.  I remember walking out of
the house that morning, and it was so warm outside.  Nice and sunny, but I
still had to make sure to dress appropriately.  I wore a pair of baby blue
Capri pants and a pink tank top that just came down to my stomach.  It felt
kind of sexy to have my bellybutton on display.  But I was really proud of
how I accessorized, with a floral print sash that I used as a belt.  A pair
of flip-flops completed my ensemble.

   Alicia and I had been hanging out in the kitchen, her cousin Jimmy was
playing outside.  Suddenly, my friend's cell phone rang, startling us both.
I was hoping that it might be Carrie or one of our friends from college,
and they might swing over here to keep us entertained for the next hour. 
Instead, it was apparently a message from Alicia's job.

   "Shit!  I forgot about that!" the brunette said as she slammed shut her
phone.

   Elbows on the table, head resting in my hand, I asked, "What is it?"

   "Erica, honey, I need to ask a favor," she started sweetly, and I knew I
wouldn't like it.  "I was supposed to leave a key for one of my co-workers,
but I took it home with me last night.  I need to run it over there, and
then I'll be right back."

   I looked up, putting two and two together.  "You mean I can't go with
you?  I have to stay here -- alone -- with Jimmy?"

   Alicia was already grabbing her keys and turned to answer before
departing.  "Oh, you'll be fine.  He hardly even knows you're here.  Now
don't get into trouble!"

   With a slight giggle, my friend in denim shorts bounced out of the
kitchen.  I could hear the front door open and close as she hurried
outside. The engine of her car in the driveway started, and then she drove
off.  Miserable, I stood up and walked over to the kitchen counter and
looked forlornly out the window.

   "What's the matter, Erica?"

   I turned around to see Jimmy enter through the open doorway.  He was ten
years old now, and getting more and more unpredictable.  I remember just a
couple of years ago he was chubby and always mean.  Now, he had grown some,
almost as tall as me!  And since he started playing sports, he was loosing
some of that baby fat.  I guess I still thought of him as an annoying
little pain that always ruined our fun.

   When I didn't answer, Alicia's cousin pulled his arms from behind his
back, and showed that he was holding two ice-cream cones.  He took a couple
of steps forward, and then motioned that he was willing to share one of
them with me.  I was taken aback by his generosity, and on this warm lazy
day, and icy creamy treat did sound tempting.

   "Would you like chocolate or vanilla?" he asked.

   I regarded the boy carefully, just to make sure this wasn't some kind of
prank.  "Um -- vanilla sounds nice."

   Figuring he would hand me the chocolate just to spite me, instead, he
politely extended his arm and offered me the cone with the white ice cream
swirled smooth.  I took this gratefully, and gave him a smile.  Then I took
a tenuous lick, and it was delicious!

   "You look pretty today," Jimmy remarked.

   What had come over him?  First manners, and now flattery!  I felt myself
blush as I replied, "Thank you."

   But I may have gotten my hopes up too soon.  Looking around, Jimmy spied
the one chair that was in the utility kitchen.  I thought he might continue
to charm me, and offer me to have a seat.  However, showing a bit of his
old self, the boy dragged it around the table and made himself comfortable!
I narrowed my eyes at him, but I guess I couldn't really complain.  So I
took another lick of the ice cream.

   I was standing in the corner, wedged into the L-shaped counter.  Seeing
the brat swinging his legs contentedly in the chair, I decided to do him
one better.  First I kicked off my flip-flops.  Then, holding onto the cone
carefully in one hand, I braced myself with the other and hoisted up onto
the counter.  I scooted all the way back, bringing my knees up and spread
apart, so that my feet rested on the surface.  My tongue took another taste
of the treat, as I wiggled my toes at Jimmy.

   And then the boy began to chuckle.  Not a playful, childish giggle, but
almost as if he was laughing at me.

   "What?" I asked, and then looked down.

   To my dismay, I saw that in the movements and motions of lifting up onto
the counter and positioning myself comfortably -- the front of my pink top
had ridden up!  Without a bra, the hem of the shirt now rested on top of my
breasts, my nipples sticking out exposed.  I had one hand wrapped around
the front of my bare shin, and the other of course held the cone.  Instead
of adjusting my top, flustered, I took another lick of the ice cream.

   It was really good!  So I continued to savor the cool creamy sweetness
on my tongue, with my tits hanging out.  The mix of sensations was starting
to make me confused and I think the cold must have gone to my head. 
Knowing that my nipples were bit by bit extending, I just continued to rub
my shin and lick.  Was I getting turned on by this?

   Suddenly, a big lump of ice cream slipped off the cone to fall, splat,
on my pants!

   "Eeeee!" I squealed, while Jimmy laughed.  "Oh no!"

   The boy remained seated, but offered his expert opinion.  "What a mess!
You're gonna have to take them off, Erica."

   I looked up with wide eyes.  "You mean, here?  In front of you?"

   "Right now," Jimmy encouraged.  And then took a lick of his own
chocolate ice cream.

   My breasts were still uncovered.  But now I had the cold wetness in my
lap and dripping down my pants leg to worry about.  Moving my hand up, I
hooked a thumb into the front of the waistband.  But these Capri pants were
not going to slide off easily.  I took another lick from what remained on
the cone while considering my options.  It looked like I was going to have
to strip.

   Fingers moving quickly, I untied the sash belt and pulled it through the
loop.  This allowed access to the button, which I popped open.  Still using
one hand, I lowered the zipper and let the flap fall to one side.  My
nipples pointed toward the ceiling, keeping up the hem of my pink top.  Now
I hooked my thumb on the side of my opened pants and began to tug down. 
Perched on the countertop, the light blue material slipped first off one
leg, and then they fell completely off my toes onto the floor.

   I took another lick of the ice cream cone.  Here I was, sitting in front
of Alicia's cousin in just my underpants, and my top hiked up with bare
breasts on display.  The panties I was wearing were white, and kind of
sheer in the front, but had a pattern of yellow daisies along the elastic
band.  I felt ridiculous.  But I also felt myself getting aroused.

   "Erica, I don't like those underwear," Jimmy said in a bossy tone of
voice.

   I shuffled down to the floor, my toes arching on the kitchen tiles, and
said, "It's embarrassing enough that you are seeing me in these.  What
don't you like about them?"

   "The little flowers, for one thing," the boy gave his honest answer.

   My tongue worked its way around the edge of the cone, slurping up the
last of the ice cream.  I turned around, opening up one of the bottom
cabinets and found the garbage bin.  After I tossed the cone away, I looked
back over my shoulder.

   "Maybe I could just lower the band a little, so you don't see the daisy
pattern --"

   From his chair, Jimmy returned, "I don't know --"

   Hooking my thumbs into the elastic band at my hips, I started to twist
and roll down the material.  I might have gone a little too far, when I
felt the crack of my ass exposed.

   "How's that?" I asked, my heart beating faster.

   Jimmy waited a moment before answering.  "Lower them some more."

   I sighed and leaned forward.  Pulling my panties further down, I felt
them slip beneath the curve of my bottom.  In front of me, my smooth vulva
was uncovered.  I gasped, but still gripped the edge of the material
tightly.

   "Is that good enough?" I asked breathlessly, rising up on my toes.

   "Keep going," Alicia's dominating cousin ordered.

   Now I had to decide how to proceed.  Inch by inch, I was loosing my
underwear.  Obviously, at this point he could see my bare backside.  But I
didn't know if I could tug the panties down any more, without bending over
-- and that meant showing a whole lot more pink parts.  I bit my lip, and
then took hold of the lowered elastic band with both hands, just beneath my
ass.  With a final yank, I simultaneously straightened my back, and let the
white delicate fabric fall down my legs, to the floor.

   "Satisfied!" I gasped, with that strange conflict of emotions, of being
annoyed by his demands, yet humiliated and thrilled at the same time.

   "You know, Erica --" the little monster continued to tease and mock me.
"I really didn't like them at all.  Please step over in front of the sink."


   As it was, he could clearly see my cute shapely bottom, flushed pink
with embarrassment.  I turned my head and looked to my side, where the
kitchen sink was an arm's length away.

   "Oh!" I squeaked, bouncing up and down on my toes.  "But if I move at
all, even just over there, I'll have to step out completely --"

   I couldn't finish, nor could I wait for his reply.  My hands resting on
the counter surface, I slowly lifted one leg and carefully edged to my
right.  Doing so caused me to then lift my other leg and bring it back so
that my ankles touched and knees were locked together.  Shifting my eyes to
look to my left, I saw the discarded panties lying on the floor a couple of
feet way.

   Ohmygosh!  I was standing completely bottomless in Alicia's Aunt's
kitchen.  Even my top had been raised high enough so that from the middle
of my back all the way to my heels, I was totally bare!  The sense of
Jimmy's eyes roaming over my slender form was too much, so I quickly turned
around to face forward.  Of course, first I was sure to clasp both my hands
in front of my pussy.

   We stared at each other for a moment.  I could feel my tummy fluttering,
the sensations I always felt whenever I was standing in front of someone
undressed, no matter who it was.  Shyly, I lowered my eyes, only to see
that my pink top remained scrunched up, long nipples sticking out beneath
the hem.  My first thought was to reach up and straighten it out, but I was
afraid of moving my hands away and revealing the soft velvety folds of skin
of my parted pussy.  Maybe if I used one hand --

   Suddenly, from behind me and out the window, I could hear a car pulling
up in the driveway.  I took a step backward, my bare ass pushing up against
the kitchen cabinet.

   I tried to look over my shoulder without turning around.  "Do you think
Alicia is home already?  What a relief!"

   "That's not Alicia's car," Jimmy said as he stood up off the chair. 
"That's my mom!  Quick, run down into the basement!"

   "Ohmygosh!" I squealed and started skipping toward the door that led
downstairs, with my hands between my legs, bare feet slapping over the
kitchen tiles.

   When I placed my fingers on the knob, I spun around, flashing my breasts
with nipples quivering.

   "My clothes!" I shouted, listening for Jimmy's mother at the front door.


   "Right!"

   The boy acted quickly, springing forward to grab my things on the floor.
He picked up my flip-flops and underwear, and was careful carrying my
pants, which must have been covered with melted ice cream.  I opened the
basement door for him, wanting him to lead the way.  Actually, I wanted to
keep him from following my naked ass down the stairs.  But he gave me a
nudge with his shoulder, more like a shove, and sent me scampering ahead.

   As my toes balanced on the edge of each step, I let my arms swing out to
either side.  Since Jimmy was behind me, I figured I didn't have to hide my
shaved pussy.  All of a sudden, I felt Alicia's cousin grab the back of my
shirt in one hand.

   "Might as well take this, too!" I heard him say.

   The pink material of my tank top, already bunched up around my neck,
would be easy to pull over my head.  And with my slender arms in a lateral
position, they gave no resistance in lifting up to effortlessly slip
between the holes at each side.  I was actually impressed at the strength
of Jimmy's grip, able to strip off my top in one motion.  Momentum carried
me forward, and the result was that descending a couple of more steps left
me without any clothes on at all.

   "Jimmy, I'm naked!" I cried, but kept moving.

   We both made it to the basement floor, my heart racing with excitement.
Totally nude, I felt my clitoris emerge erect out of its hood, so I was
certain to keep my palm lowered discreetly.  With my other arm slung
tightly across my breasts, I spun around to face the ten-year-old
accusingly.

   Jimmy looked at my clothes, all my clothes, in his arms and then waved
my pink tank top in front of me.  "You weren't even wearing it right,
Erica."

   "But -- now I'm not wearing ANYTHING!"I squealed, blushing all over.

   The boy, apparently pleased with himself, just marched past me.  How did
this happen so fast?  Stark naked in the basement of Alicia's aunt's house,
with Alicia's cousin!  I hope he didn't get any ideas.  Then again, I hoped
I didn't get any ideas.  I saw that Jimmy was heading off to a small room
in the corner, which I remembered from being down here previously, was
where the washer and dryer were kept.  Nervously I hugged my body and kept
a hand between my legs as I shuffled forward.

   "You're walking funny," Jimmy remarked, watching me approach from over
his shoulder.

   I bit my lip and glanced down to make sure I had all my pink bits
covered, then said, "Well it's kind of embarrassing -- to be nude -- in
front of a boy."

   Jimmy just shrugged.

   "Hey, um --" I whispered as I moved over to his side, "do you have to
wash everything?  Maybe I could just put on --"

   "Too late!" the boy said as he slammed down the lid of the washing
machine.

   All my clothes were in there.  I bounced up on my toes, hearing the
water start to pour in, and wondered if I would ever find some relief.  A
glance around the room showed that there was not any spare clothing lying
around, either freshly washed or otherwise.  I guess they must have just
put away their laundry.

   And then from upstairs came a woman's voice hollering, "Jimmy!  Where
are you?  And where is Alicia?"

   "Better go explain this to Mom," the boy sighed as he started to jog out
of the room.

   For a moment I was startled, first worrying that Alicia's aunt would
come down here and find me undressed.  Then, as I watched Jimmy bound
toward the steps, I began to imagine him telling his mother that I had
taken off all my clothes, which was not entirely true.  Instinctively, I
reached out with one arm to stop him and started to run after him.  With my
arms completely out of the way, my little tits bounced playfully.  I was
about to call out, when I decided that I didn't want to call any more
attention to myself.  So fearing the worst, I turned around and walked
naked back to the laundry room.

   While I waited to find out what would happen, I figured I would tend to
my load of clothes.  Returning to the machine, I saw that it had entered
the spin cycle, and looked like it would be a few more minutes.  I stood up
on my bare toes, trying to keep my soles off the concrete slab, and drummed
my fingers atop the appliance.  My mind started to drift as I closed my
eyes, until I heard a cough behind me.

   I saw Jimmy standing in the doorway.  Ohmygosh!  How long had he been
staring at my ass?  Spinning around, our eyes locked for an awkward few
seconds.  Then I realized, he could see my pussy!  Quickly, I cupped both
hands over my smooth mound.

   The boy walked closer, and he did not look pleased.  "I told my Mom that
you had an accident with the ice cream and that you were down here cleaning
up.  I also told her that Alicia had to run to work.  So now she ordered me
to come back down here so you can keep an eye on me."

   "Me?" I gasped, rubbing the front of one foot behind a bare calf.  "Keep
an eye on you?"

   "Yeah," Jimmy grunted.

   Then Alicia's cousin stomped over to a corner and sat down on the floor.
I didn't know what to do.  What I really wanted to do was run and hide --
or run and find some safe place to do something else.  He continued to
glare at me, as if it was my fault that I had ruined his fun.  For some
reason, I felt horribly guilty and embarrassed at the same time.

   Uneasy silence passed between us for a few moments.  I was about to try
and engage him in some small talk, when at my side, the washing machine
began its gradual slowing of the spin cycle, then slowly, slowly, came to a
stop.

   "Clothes are done," I squeaked, breathless.

   Jimmy motioned with his head and replied, "You still got to put them in
the dryer.  I'm not doing your chores for you!"

   "Oh!" I gasped.

   Here, I thought he might help me.  But his command was so forceful, that
I immediately turned around.  I paused, standing in front of the washing
machine.  My butt, round and supple was completely on display.  Knowing
that he was looking at me caused my cheeks to clench and unclench
reflexively.

   Concentrating on what I needed to do, I took a deep breath, and then
lifted the lid.  I had to reach my arms into the basket in order to fish
out my clothes.  This made me separate my legs further apart, as I bent
over, unfortunately exposing more of my nubile body.  I grabbed my shirt
and pants and white panties with the floral print.  Jimmy was right, they
were still too damp and had to go into the dryer.  I wondered where he put
my flip-flops.

   I took the wet bundle clutched in my arms, sidestepping to face the
other appliance.  The door was low, and I needed to squat down to open it
and shove my things inside.  After I dumped the three articles, I remained
in that crouched position for a moment.  One hand on my knee, I ran my
other hand through my hair.  I could feel my labia unfolded and hang down
from my shaved pussy lips.  Part of me wondered which parts Jimmy was
looking at, and if he knew what they were.

   Before I could loose control, though, I forced myself to stand up again.
I turned the dial on low, and changed the setting to delicates.  Hopefully
this would only take another ten minutes.

   "This is boring!" Jimmy complained.

   Boring!  Stranded in a laundry room with a buck-naked nineteen-year-old
girl.  I suppose some things never changed, at least before puberty.  The
dryer began to hum and churn, and I could feel the surface was delightfully
warm to my touch.  I inched closer, until my toes brushed against the foot
of the dryer.  Gripping either side, I leaned forward so that my crotch
made direct contact.  The machine, grinding, churning, vibrating -- felt
wonderful rubbing my protruded clitoris!

   "Jimmy!" I called out.  "Ah -- mmmm -- why don't you go into the other
room?"

   Oblivious to the beginning of my secret masturbation, he asked
dubiously, "Are you sure?  Mom said that you should keep an eye on me?"

   I took all the strength I could muster, not to scream out in ecstasy, as
I tossed my head back and looked over my shoulder.  "Yes!  But -- mmmm --
you could play video games, while we wait!"

   That seemed to pique Jimmy's interest.  I guess he figured if I was
asking him to leave, then I would be the one who was disobeying his
mother's wishes.  Maybe I would get a spanking.  All I knew was that if he
didn't get out soon, I was going to have a very humiliating orgasm.

   Continuing to rub myself on the front of the dryer, I watched the boy
finally yield and get up to walk out of the laundry room.  Straining to
hear, I thought I could just make out him hooking up his video console, and
sort through his collection of discs.  Thank goodness!  I just hoped he
didn't walk back in too soon --

   With Jimmy gone, I spun around to fully face forward.  My nipples stood
out rock hard and erect.  I hoisted myself up, and hopped onto the top of
the dryer.  Legs dangling, I slid my bare heels across the appliance door.
My bottom bounced deliciously on the rumbling machine, the heat washing
over my body and into my vagina.  I leaned back on the heel of one hand to
brace myself, and then slipped a finger deep inside my pussy.  This was
bliss!  I must have sat here and toyed myself for five minutes --

   "Ahem!"

   All of a sudden, I opened my eyes to see that Alicia had walked into the
room.  She stood a few feet in front of the doorway, an amused expression
on her face.  The sight of her there, and being caught masturbating, sent a
torrent of emotions through me.

   My index finger plucked the nub of my clitoris, lifting, pulling --
rubbing it in sensual circles.  That sent me over the edge.  A single
stream a girl juice squirted out of my pussy as I climaxed.  That familiar
thrill of delight shuddered through my body.  Licking my wet lips, I took a
moment to catch my breath, and then slid back to the floor.

   "That was incredible," I sighed.

   On trembling legs, I walked forward, almost forgetting that I was still
totally naked.  My arms dangled casually at my sides.  Alicia stopped my
advance, placing her fingers on my soft stomach.

   Looking me over, my friend asked, "Erica, where are your clothes?"

   I lifted my hands to squeeze my breasts, and turned my head to indicate
the appliances behind me.  "Had an accident with Jimmy's ice cream."

   "And you had to take off everything to wash them?" Alicia continued
suspiciously, as if I was a naughty little girl.

   "Well, I dropped some ice cream on my pants," I admitted, "and they
needed to be washed."

   Alicia shook her head, then laughed, "What about your underwear?"

   "Jimmy didn't like the flowers --" I answered, thinking how ridiculous
that sounded when said aloud.

   My best friend pointed at my bare crotch and said, "So you decided to
show him that one?"

   Blushing, I looked down, to see, that my pink pussy was indeed opened up
like a blossoming rose.

   "Ohmygosh!" I gasped, starting to realize how much I had really shown.

   "What about your top?" Alicia was making me confess everything!

   I stood up on my toes, to try and see past the taller brunette.  No sign
of Jimmy, but I still answered vaguely, "I lost it on my way down here --"

   Alicia just burst out laughing.  "Oh, you're too much, Erica!"

   And then I thought back over everything, the memory of events washing
over my mind and body.  "Ohmygosh, Alicia!  Your cousin had me completely
naked!  He saw me naked again!"

   Alicia came over to stand at my side, wrapping a comforting arm around
me like a good friend.  "Jimmy thinks you're beautiful, you know."

   "He -- he does?" I stammered, unsure of what to think.

   I felt my face flush, my ears turning bright red.  My tummy quivered,
and I was still a little horny.  Hearing people talk about my nudity, or
knowing that people liked my body, was more and more having that effect on
me.  Suddenly, the buzzer on the dryer went off -- my clothes were done.

   Alicia helped me get dressed, although I had to be gentle because my
pussy and nipples were still sensitive.  When I was fully clothed, I looked
around for my flip-flops.  But they were nowhere in sight.  So barefoot, I
followed my friend back out of the laundry room.  Over in the recreation
area, Jimmy was absorbed in playing his video games.

   As we passed by, heading for the steps, he glanced my way and muttered,
"Your feet still stink!"

   Dressed once more in my little pink top that revealed my bellybutton,
and summer Capri pants that came down enticingly to just above my calves, I
twirled around and skipped up the stairs.  Smiling to myself, as I could
imagine what he really thought.



   31  -" Eyes

   I found myself sitting in a waiting room with my friend Carrie.  Things
had cooled off somewhat between us, between making new friends at college,
and being occupied by other interests.  It seemed we hadn -(TM)t done
anything fun for a while.  This morning, when she asked me to accompany her
to the eye doctor, I hardly thought anything exciting would happen.

   The room we sat in was square, with individuals chairs lined up against
the walls to each side.  An end table had some magazines strewn about the
surface.  There was a receptionist -(TM)s window off to the left, but the
office was lightly staffed today, so she was not at her station.  We were
the only two patients in the room.

   Well, truthfully, Carrie was the only patient.  She was here for a
routine eye examination, but I think she was dreading the possibility of
needing glasses.  Although, why she would suddenly develop worsening vision
at the tender age of nineteen, was beyond me.  I think she really just
hated the glaucoma test where they shoot a mist directly into your eye. 
Anyway, she had appeared nervous this morning, which is why I decided to
tag along with her.

   It was pretty quiet, and we did not engage in much conversation.  More
of that had been going on lately, as we had less and less to talk about. 
Suddenly, as I was flipping through the pages of some reading material,
Carrie reached over and shook my arm.

   She had a mischievous look in her eye.   -œHey, Erica, want to have some
fun? -

   Lowering the booklet to my lap, I asked,  -œWhat could we possibly do
for fun in this boring little room? -

    -œLet -(TM)s take off our clothes! - Carrie giggled.

   I gave her a disapproving frown and shook my head.  When she only
grinned and winked at me, I began to feel my heart pitter-patter.  Still, I
tried to retain control of the situation.

    -œCarrie -- - I started,  -œWhat are you talking about?  We -(TM)re in
the middle of the doctor -(TM)s office and anyone could walk in here.  The
nurse could come back to check on us, or the doctor might be ready for your
appointment! -

   My friend stood up from her chair and strolled over to look past the
glass window and counter in the wall.   -œNot going to happen.  Their
schedule was completely open this morning, which is why I arranged to be
here so early.  No other patients coming in -- -

    -œYeah, but that could change.  Someone could walk in, - I protested.

   Carrie just shrugged her shoulders and walked easily around the waiting
room.  She was wearing a yellow sweater today and a white skirt.  She did
look very pretty, her long strawberry-blonde hair flowing down her back.

    -œMy, it -(TM)s getting warm in here! - the buxom college girl teased,
and then she began to pull her sweater over her head!

   I tried to pretend I was unfazed by her casual undressing.  Instead, I
went back to reading my book.  I mean she had simply removed her outer
sweater -- nothing wrong with that.  She folded it up neatly, and made a
point to place it on the chair next to me.

    -œNow you take something off, - Carrie challenged me.

   I kept my head down looking past the pages open in my lap, and at what I
was wearing today: a nice black shirt, and a wine-colored sleeveless top. I
couldn -(TM)t really take off anything, or I would be sitting in my
underwear!  I told Carrie just that.

   When she continued to pester me, I sighed and offered,  -œHow about just
a quick flash, while no one is around? -

   The taller girl walked across the room and stretched, leaning against
the opposite wall.  She languidly slid one foot out of a shoe.  Then Carrie
kicked off her other shoe.  She bent down slowly to pick them up, and
tiptoed barefoot across the carpet to put them with her sweater.

    -œNo, - she said decisively.   -œI want to take off everything -- all
our clothes!  Come on, Erica, I -(TM)m already beating you two items to
nothing. -

   I crossed my legs, feeling myself begin to get a little flustered.  Was
she serous?  What an outrageous suggestion!  This was just too crazy to
even consider.  Finally, when my friend took her seat again, I figured she
must have had enough of this game.  Her shoes and sweater sat in a pile
between us.

   My eyes returned to scanning the information in the booklet I was
holding.  I really had no idea about the subject, or any interest.  But I
wanted to try and ignore Carrie.  I heard some shuffling across from me,
and I didn -(TM)t even glance out of the corner of my eye.  After a moment,
I could sense her silently get back up to her feet.  She twirled around on
her toes, until she came to stand in front of me.

   Abruptly, Carrie dropped her silky panties into the book on my lap.  I
regarded them in disbelief, and then raised my eyes to see the young woman
smiling down at me.

    -œI -(TM)m not wearing anything beneath my skirt, - she stated
unnecessarily.   -œAre you? -

    -œOf course I am! - I replied, half laughing, half offended.

   Now I plucked Carrie -(TM)s underwear off the pages, delighting in their
feel between my fingers.  As nice as they were, I managed to put them
aside, stuffing the delicate material into one of Carrie -(TM)s shoes.  But
now that she had my attention, I thought I could feel my own nipples harden
inside my shirt, so I folded my arms across my chest.

   My playful friend just giggled and began to fiddle with the buttons on
her long-sleeve white blouse.  Starting with the top button, her fingers
worked their way down, quickly, and with determination.  I wondered how far
she would go?  It was like I was getting my own private striptease -- and
Carrie was just waiting to see when I would join in!

   With the sides of her shirt hanging open, the curvaceous girl spun
around, her hair streaming gracefully with her motions.  Now facing away
from me, Carrie began to shimmy the blouse off her shoulders.  She lowered
it down her back, and then began to actually pull her arms out of the
sleeves!  One at a time, and then the shirt was completely off.  It was
tossed away, landing on the collection of her things on the chair.  And
then she turned around with her hands on her hips.

   I did some quick figuring, and realized that she was only dressed in a
bra and her white skirt!

    -œOh my gosh, Carrie, you -(TM)re going to get in trouble! - I found
myself embarrassed for my friend, even a little thrilled.

   She only pouted and said,  -œBut I -(TM)m not done yet -- -

   With that confident statement, Carrie reached both her hands behind her
back so she could manipulate the clasp of her bra.  I guess it didn -(TM)t
take very long, before she had it unhooked, and let it fall to the floor!

    -œCarrie, you are so topless! - I gasped in astonishment.

   Quickly, I bounded from my seat and crouched on the deep blue carpet.  I
picked up her bra as if I if I was afraid of it being discovered. 
Meanwhile, her big bare breasts bounced above me as she ran her hands
through her hair.  I licked my lips at the sight of her pink areolas and
nipples.  Catching my look of longing, Carrie cupped her boobs and gave
them a good squeeze.  Then letting a hand wander down her tummy, she stuck
her tongue out at me teasingly.

   Next thing I knew, she popped open the button on her skirt and pulled
down the side zipper.  Releasing her hold, the skirt floated to her feet. I
looked up to see her closed pussy lips, crowned with a patch of trim golden
pubic hair.  Carrie clutched her breasts again, and then skipped out of her
skirt, totally naked.

   Totally naked!  What was the girl thinking?  I scurried to collect her
skirt in one hand, her bra still in my other.  Standing up, I watched
amazed as she reclined in one of the waiting room chairs, fully nude.  She
arched her back a little and traced a finger across her mound.  I
hesitated, wondering if I should give back her clothes and urge her to get
dressed.  Instead, I returned to my seat and placed Carrie's things with
her shoes, sweater, and shirt.

   "Um, Carrie --" I started to feel myself heating up and getting wet.  I
plucked at my top clinging uncomfortably to my body.  "Wow -- you are,
like, really -- I mean, absolutely stark --"

   "Not so loud, Erica!" my naughty friend laughed, leaning forward.  "You
want to tell the whole office?"

   She glided off the chair, and I could hear the vinyl upholstery pull
away from her bare skin.  Carrie wrapped her arms around her shoulders for
a second, and then took a few cautious steps into the middle of the room.
She was standing in direct view of the door that opened up and led back to
the examination area.  And I had an unobstructed view of her bare bottom. I
almost wanted to reach out and squeeze those full, round cheeks!

   Jiggling with each step, she tentatively approached the door.  What was
she doing?  Was Carrie going to try and walk through the office completely
naked?  Maybe she would be more relaxed if she got her eyes checked without
wearing any clothes.  I could just picture her laid out on the examination
chair, her legs parted, bare toes wiggling --

   I wanted to tell her to stop, but I couldn -(TM)t find the words.  It
was like I was totally mesmerized by her risky behavior and display of
total nudity.  She gave me a coy look over her shoulder as if she was
reading my mind.

   Suddenly, we both heard a clicking sound from the door, the knob being
turned, and about to be opened.  Not the entrance to the waiting room,
which would have been embarrassing enough, but the door directly in front
of naked Carrie!  I could only gasp, unsure of what to do.  My friend,
however, was quick on her bare feet.  She leapt to the side, squeezing
herself into the far corner of the room.  The door opened outward --
effectively pinning her against the wall.  Maybe it was my imagination, but
viewing her trapped profile, I thought I noticed Carrie's nipples spring
out fully erect at that moment.

   The receptionist walked into the waiting room and said, "The doctor is
ready to see you now --"

   She looked up from her clipboard and right at me sitting with my legs
crossed on the chair.  The nurse asked me where my friend was.  I tired not
to give Carrie away, my eyes darting behind the opened door just for a
second, to watch the busty blonde's nude quivering form.

   "Um -- Carrie had to strip, I mean, step out for a moment -- to get
something to drink!" I finally blurted out, patting my hand on top of her
folded sweater as if that explained everything.

   The receptionist regarded me curiously and then said, "Well, I'm sorry
we kept you two waiting.  As soon as she returns, tell her she can come
right back to the examination room."

   "OK," I mumbled, again trying to avert my eyes from the corner and not
draw attention to Carrie huddled with her knees locked together and hands
clutching her breasts.

   The lady took a step back, and whirled around to walk through the
doorway.  Her hand casually snaked behind her to grab the doorknob and pull
it shut as she left the waiting room.  I wondered if Carrie's heart was
beating as fast as mine!  That was too close.

   Placing one hand behind her head, and resting her face in the other
hand, Carrie left her crotch momentarily uncovered.  I looked and saw that
her pussy lips were parted.  Then I remembered, that the mere fact of being
naked didn't necessarily stimulate a reaction out of Carrie's body, but the
possibility of getting caught often led to her arousal.  She licked her
lips and silently mouthed, "Oh, Wow!"

   I felt my own clitoris start to swell and peek out of its hood,
especially as I was struck by a clever idea.

   Watching my friend approach me slowly on her bare toes, I asked, "You
aren't really looking forward to this appointment, Carrie?  I mean -- it
would be nothing to blow it off?"

   "What?" She stopped, stark naked in the middle of the room, and shook
her head.

   Quickly, I gathered up the things that were piled on the seat next to
me: Carrie's sweater and skirt, her shoes and shirt, and even her bra and
panties!  I took all her clothes, every stitch.  My mind could hardly
believe I was doing this.  The nineteen-year-old nude blonde was also
shocked, as she could only look over her shoulder, afraid the receptionist
might return.  Not so confident now, she looked rather bashful.  Her body
flushed a nice rosy pink.

   With Carrie's clothing bunched up in my arms, I stood and swiftly
sidestepped toward the office entrance.  My eyes never left her figure
revealed in all its curvy glory, as I backed up and reached for the door.
In another second, the handle was turned and I flung the door open --

   "Bye!" I said with a giggle and ducked out into the hallway.

   I could just make out a harsh whisper behind me, "Erica!"

   The eye doctor had his office located in a professional building down
town.  There were other practices and businesses, which also had their
address at these premises.  We were on the third floor of the building, and
the carpeted hall stretched out before and behind me.  It might have been a
slow morning for eye examinations, but I wondered if any of the other rooms
were very occupied.  Walking backwards, I held Carrie's clothes tightly in
my arms, and began moving toward the exit.  After about three seconds, I
saw my friend's toes and fully bare leg stick outside the door.

   She managed to pull the rest of herself out into the hallway.  Carrie
had one arm slung across her boobs, fingers wrapped around her opposite
shoulder.  With her other arm lowered, she tried to hide her pubic hair. 
This floor of the building did seem to be deserted, or at least the
corridor was empty, as she shuffled forward totally nude.

   "Erica -- what's gotten into you!" she squealed, hugging her body.

   I just laughed and ran all the way to the end of the hallway.  When I
turned around again, it was just in time to see Carrie running with her
arms flailing at her sides, her big tits bouncing up and down.  I paused at
the door that led to the building's stairs, waiting for her to catch up to
me.

   Inclining my head at her bare chest, I commented, "Someone looks pretty
excited."

   "Well, yeah --" Carrie said a bit breathless and even pulled on one of
her erect nipples.  "It would be even more exciting if you joined me!"

   As tempting as that sounded, I only smiled and shook my head.  "Since
I've got all your clothes, I guess I'm the one in control.  You could
always hang around here for your nude eye exam!"

   With that, I pushed open the door and entered the stairwell.  I heard
the door close behind me as I skipped down the first flight of steps. 
Leaning against the wall, I waited to see what Carrie would do.  I wondered
what was going through her mind.  Soon, the door above me opened again, my
friend's unclothed form emerging.  I listened as her bare feet slapped down
the stairs, my eyes wandering up her long shapely legs.  Once more, she had
an arm held across her breasts, and her other hand hiding her pussy.

   "Erica!" she whispered my name, her voice quivering just a little as
each step brought her closer.  "Now you've had your fun -- let me have my
clothes back."

   I eyed her up and down from head to toe.  Then smiling, I turned and
hurried down the next flight of stairs.  This was too delicious!  I knew
she didn't have anywhere to go, and would have to follow me.

   "Erica --" my friend called again, Carrie's voice rising as we neared
the ground floor of the building.

   Clutching her things to my chest, I reached the stairwell door and
pushed it opened.  I had to peer into the lobby and make sure it was safe.
And then I dashed out into the wide-open space.  The main entrance had
tall, double glass doors.  Moving toward them, I could see some people
walking by and a few cars passed in either direction on the street.  This
was probably too risky, and figured it would be as far as I take this
stunt. Unless, there was another way out back --

   Behind me, the door leading to the stairs opened and closed.  I spun
around and watched busty Carrie approach me on tiptoes, still hugging her
breasts tight.  She came slowly, as if unsure of her surroundings, or who
might be waiting out here with me.  The strawberry-blonde did a complete
turn around as she moved forward, flashing me her beautiful butt.  Then she
faced the entrance, visible to the street.

   "Oh my gosh!" Carrie squealed.

   Her first reaction as she froze, was to strike an awkward stance with
knees locked together, but bare feet spread apart.  Immediately, her hand
darted down her stomach to cover her pussy.  I wasn't sure if anyone
outside caught sight of her from this angle, but she then turned around and
crouched down behind a potted plant.

   The next thing I knew, a man dressed in the business suit pushed through
the entrance and stepped into the building.  If he needed to use the
stairs, Carrie would be so busted!  Instead, he brushed past me taking a
side hallway around the corner.

   "Excuse me, Miss," he said as the sleeve of his jacket brushed my elbow.


   The brief physical contact caused my nipples to stiffen, thinking about
my naked friend hiding just a few feet away!  But I was also able to better
check the layout of the ground floor.  There were two corridors that
branched off from the lobby we were in.  My black pumps clicked across the
glossy marble as I walked toward one of the building directories posted on
the wall.  All of Carrie's clothes were bundled in my arms.

   Looking over my shoulder, to my amazement, I saw the young woman slowly
stand and start to pad over toward me.  She turned her head side to side,
making sure no one else was around, but had to use one hand to pull her
mass of hair away from her face.  This left her boobs bouncing free, while
she kept the other hand cupped over her pubic mound.  Still, her hips
wiggled seductively as she walked forward.

   "Look," Carrie whispered in desperation, sliding next to me.  "You can't
keep me nude like this --"

   I glanced down at her trim tummy and long legs, wondering if beneath her
palm, her pussy was opening up in arousal.  "Why not?  You and Alicia and
Lisa have left me naked so many other times!"

   "But this is different," she pleaded, bouncing up on her bare toes.

   Instead of answering, I quickly turned away and hurried toward one of
the hallways.  It was a good thing I had my hands full, or else I would
have slapped Carrie on the ass, just to watch her jiggle.  Following my
steps, I heard the sweet sound of her feet sticking and un-sticking across
the smooth polished floor.  Again, I found myself wondering what she was
feeling and how horny she really was.

   Reaching the side corridor, we quietly shuffled over carpeting once
more, passing the closed doors of offices.  This way led directly through
the building, and to a back door that opened out onto the parking lot.  I
skipped ahead, making it to the exit first.  When Carrie saw where I was
going, she raised a hand to her mouth in disbelief, and let her other arm
swing anxiously at her side.  Her tits and pussy were out in the open as
she slid against the wall.

   "Erica -- we aren -(TM)t going outside?  I'm so naked!" and Carrie
rubbed her hands down her body as if to underscore the point.  "I can't be
seen like this!"

   I positioned myself against the opposite wall, enjoying her display of
full frontal nudity.  "So how is this different from all the other times
you made me run around without my clothes?"

   Carrie stepped cautiously into the middle of the hallway, massaging and
squeezing her breasts.  "Just look at me!  I'm positively indecent -- I'm
all curves and jiggling parts.  It's hard to hide my boobs, and if I turn
around, you can even see my lower lips from behind!"

   "Yes you can," I admitted, breathless, even as she turned and bent down
to touch her toes.  I was in awe of her incredible body.

   Now she stood up and crossed the distance between us, pressing her bare
breasts against me.  "But when you're naked, Erica, you just look cute.  So
it's not so bad."

   "Yeah, well," I started to reply.  I couldn't believe we were discussing
this!  "What about my long nipples and my -- you know.  It sticks out too,
and I tend to show a lot of pink, when I show everything."

   Carrie placed her hand on my crotch and said, "Mmmm -- is it sticking
out now?"

   It was!  But I didn't want this going where it was about to.  So I
quickly squirmed away from Carrie's touch, and headed for the door.  With
my foot, I was able to push it open, and then ran out into the parking lot
in broad daylight, with all of her clothes.

   I scanned the area, and was able to locate my friend's car, near the
side road we took when we turned into the lot.  Without waiting for Carrie
to keep up, I ran over to the car.  Leaning against the hood, I watched as
a second later, she bravely walked outside the building.

   Completely naked!

   This was so hot.  First she kept a hand clasped over her pussy.  Then
she used both hands to try and hold on to her bouncing tits.  Finally, she
realized that she had to navigate her way over the blacktop on the tips of
her toes, so she wouldn't get any pebbles or gravel on the bottoms of her
bare feet.  The end result was that Carrie did a bashful balancing act past
the scattered parked cars, with arms stretched out to either side.  But by
the time she reached me, she was back rubbing and squeezing her breasts
hard.

   "Oh, Erica this is too much!  People can look out their office windows
and see me --"

   I nodded my head slightly in the direction of the multi-storied brick
building.  There was a line of windows facing out toward the lot.  I
supposed anyone on the higher floors might peer through the glass and see
the two of us standing by Carrie's car.  But we were closer to the edge of
the pavement, rather than square in the middle.  Still, she was fully nude
and she hugged her shoulders tightly, dancing nervously on her toes.

   Suddenly, Carrie ran a hand through her hair, and I thought I could make
out a little pearl droplet on the tip of her protruding nipple.

   "Oh my gosh, Carrie!  Are you -- lactating?" I asked, blushing.

   The strawberry blonde looked down, then lifted up her tits in both hands
and giggled, "Um -- got milk?"

   I stared at her in amazement, finding it very erotic, and then asked,
"You're not -- I mean, you didn't get --"

   "No, no," Carrie laughed.  "This is something I've been practicing all
summer.  Usually it takes a lot of time and persistence in order to
self-induce lactation.  I think being naked out here made it happen much
quicker --"

   As I watched, another small droplet of her breast milk formed on the tip
of her other nipple.  "Wow -- that's kind of -- kinky!  How does it feel?"

   "Hmmm," my friend closed her eyes and purred.  "It's very sensual.  And
the taste is sweet like sugar!"

   Just like that, Carrie raised a finger to flick each of her nipples, and
then sucked the finger in her mouth.  It was one of the most outrageously
hot things I had ever seen.  But I didn't want her to see how excited I
was, so I quickly turned around, and searched for her keys inside her
skirt.

   "Are you going to drive me home, or are you going to make me drive in
the nude?" Carrie asked over my shoulder.

   My hands trembled slightly, but I was able to open the electronic lock.
I pulled open the driver side door, and tossed all of Carrie's items on the
seat: her sweater, her shirt, her skirt, shoes, bra and panties.  Then I
shut the door fast, and clicked the lock again.  Turning around, I grinned
at my very naked friend.

   "We're going to take a little walk," I said.

   Carrie couldn't help but giggle, causing here breasts to flop up and
down.  She placed a hand on her stomach, her finger tracing a circle around
her bellybutton.  Her other hand rested lightly on the side of her leg as
she tossed her head back and gave a nervous look over her shoulder.  I
guess she didn't want to hang around and get caught out here.  At least,
that was what I was counting on.

   Shoving her keys in my pocket, I immediately started to move away from
the car.  Looking behind me, I saw Carrie hunch over and take some hesitant
steps to follow, while keeping her hands on the automobile.  But I
continued to walk straight ahead, leaving the parking lot entirely.  Soon
she would have to leave her cover.

   I remembered that the road we pulled off of to enter the lot was a
quiet, secluded street lined with tall leafy trees.  Further down the block
would lead us back to the main avenue that ran in front of the office
building.  But going in the opposite direction would take us further away
from town and into a more residential area.  I skipped along the side of
the road, turning to see Carrie scamper and scurry and try to hide her
nudity.

   As she had said herself, it was almost impossible.  Even with an arm
slung across her tits, it just barely concealed her areolas and nipples,
which were pretty erect.  There was still a lot of cleavage, and not much
left to the imagination about the size of her bouncing globes.  While she
kept one hand between her legs, her five fingers were spread, allowing
teasing glimpses of her blonde pubic hair or the pink of her aroused pussy
lips.  And when she spun around at the slightest noise or sound of voices,
there was no hiding that beautiful bare ass.  Walking backward to keep an
eye on any traffic that might turn onto the road, Carrie was a sight to
behold from behind.

   "Where are you going, Erica?" she asked, turning to face me.

   I smiled and said, "I think the park is only a couple of blocks around
the corner --"

   "It is?" Carrie scratched her head, looking up and down the street. 
"How do you know that?"

   "Let's just say, I've become familiar with the necessary paths to take,
when all your clothes have been stolen!"

   I actually shivered, standing in the shadow of a towering elm tree,
thinking about all the naked walks home I've had to manage.  But now, I was
the one fully dressed, and my buxom friend was absolutely nude. 
Confidently, I began walking down the street.

   At one point, I had to cross to the other side of the road.  Carrie was
about to follow right after me, but she was quick to hear the sound of
tires on the pavement.  I watched her duck behind the girth of a tree, just
as a car came driving up behind us.  It passed by without noticing us.  But
regarding Carrie as she pressed her body against the tree, reminded me of
the times I had to sneak behind such hiding places.  Usually, my pointy
nipples or extended clit would rub against the bark.  Once, I had an orgasm
while waiting for a bike rider to cycle down the road.

   When it was quiet again and safe enough, Carrie jiggled her way over to
the other side of the street.  As we stood on the grass, I wondered if she
enjoyed the tickle of the short green blades as her feet sank into the
ground.  I told her to put her hands at her sides.

   "You have to brush off the wood chips, when you stand so close to the
trees," I explained as my hand swept between her breasts and down her
tummy, until my fingers found her pubic hair.

   "Thanks, Erica!" she said, standing up on her toes, almost inviting me
to slip my finger inside her pussy.  "You really are an expert on this!"

   As tempting as her warm slit was, I pulled away my hand and moved
further down the block.  After we walked past a few more houses, I had to
stop again and get my bearings.  While it was fun leading Carrie around
while she was naked, I had a specific place in mind I wanted to get to.

   "All right, we have to cut across this property," I said after a moment.


   "What?" my friend asked startled.  "You mean like we have to walk onto
their lawn -- into their back yard?"

   I nodded my head with certainty.  "This house is located right in back
of the park's hiking trails.  The only way to get into the park without
being noticed, is through the woods here."

   Carrie clutched her boobs, one in each hand and protested, "So I'm
supposed to go trespassing, without any clothes on?"

   "Look --" I said, pointing to the empty driveway.  "There's no car. 
They probably left for the morning already.  I'm sure there's nobody home!"


   "Well, why didn't you say so!" my friend giggled and dropped her hands
to her hips.

   To my surprise, she then marched up the driveway completely naked, but
then turned onto a little path that wound its way to the front porch.  The
busty nineteen-year-old girl stepped up to the door, first making sure she
couldn't be seen from the street.  Then she proceeded to ring the doorbell!


   "Carrie!  What are you doing!" I called from the driveway.  "You are
going to get in trouble!"

   But she only laughed, not covering up at all.  She even put her hands on
her head and shook her tits at the door.  "What, Erica?  You said no one
was home --"

   Suddenly, we could hear heavy footsteps coming from the upstairs of the
house.  Carrie and I froze for a moment and exchanged shocked looks.  Then
I pointed frantically toward the backyard.  She read my signal, and came
bouncing down the front porch steps.  From inside the house, we heard
someone calling that they would just be a minute.

   "Quick -- run into the woods!" I urged her.

   When she reached where I was standing, she still looked a little unsure.
Keeping one hand between her legs, she nibbled on her fingernails
anxiously. Finally, I grabbed her arm and pulled her after me as we ran
along the side of the house.  Carrie -- naked, in some stranger's yard. 
This was hot!

   I guess it was fortunate that she had lured the homeowner to the front
of the house, as we rounded the corner.  If we had proceeded straight onto
the property, they might have seen us from an upstairs window.  We could
just hear the door swing open on its hinges, a voice raised in annoyance at
finding nobody there.  Carrie and I raced across the lawn, and I had to
keep her from slipping on the grass in her bare feet.  When we made it
safely inside the tree line, I paused and saw that her nipples were very
erect.  Beneath my shirt, so were mine.

   "Wow!" Carrie gasped, holding a hand to her smooth stomach.  With her
other hand, she teased the ends of her strawberry-blonde hair, looking
absolutely delicious.

   "No time for that!" I muttered, reaching out to take my friend's fingers
again.

   Under the cover of branches, we pressed deeper into the woods.  I needed
to navigate our way onto the proper path that would lead us into the park.
Occasionally, leaves would swipe past my face, or slender limbs would snag
at my clothes.  With one hand, I pushed forward, stepping over roots and
the brush that grew along side of the trail.  After a few minutes, I heard
Carrie giggling behind me.

   "What?" I asked, half-turning me head.

   Carrie picked some twigs out of her mass of hair and said, "Oh, these
woods, Erica!  I feel like every branch is caressing my body!  How do you
do it?"

   "Usually I'm running through here," I confessed to my naked friend, "not
taking a leisurely stroll.  Still --"

   Carrie plucked a stray leaf from her pubic hair, and I could see she was
moist down there.  "Still, what, Erica?"

   "Um -- I guess there were some times, you know, when I was just so hot
and excited -- I would lay down on the ground and masturbate."

   "Ohmygosh!" Carrie laughed.  "You've played with yourself out here?  So
close to the park!"

   Even though she was the one bare ass nude, I felt myself blush at the
admission.  All I could do was nod my head.  I looked at Carrie with
longing, maybe even a bit of envy.

   "So where are you taking me?" the long-legged girl finally asked.

   I told her that I had a surprise for her.  Something to teach her lesson
for being so naughty, and taking off all her clothes at the doctor's
office. As I thought about it, I was amazed at how far we had ventured away
from her things.  We had walked at least a couple of miles, and the only
clothing to be found, was on me!  The idea sent a thrill of excitement up
and down my spine.  Carefully, I stepped onto the open path.

   "Erica -- I can't go out there!" Carrie whispered from behind the
branches of a young sapling.

   I smiled at her and said, "Oh, so now you -(TM)ve gone all bashful!"

   "It's not that," she replied as she crossed an arm over her breasts and
lowered a hand over her pussy.  "I already told you that my nudity is
really brazen, I mean I'm so out there!  But now -- I'm also kind of
horny!"

   Shaking my head to hide my grin, I answered, "Well, that's too bad.  You
wanted some excitement.  Now come out here!"

   Meekly, Carrie stretched out her bare leg, her toes daintily finding the
light dirt path.  It was fun to watch her squirming and shuffling forward,
trying to keep her big boobs cradled in one arm.  I pointed to a spot on
the ground, and made her walk into the middle of the trail.  Knowing that
just the possibility of being caught increased her arousal, I wondered what
would happen if a bike rider or jogger did pass us now.  She would probably
have an orgasm right in front of me!

   Licking my lips, I slowly walked around the girl.  Her knees were locked
together, keeping one hand over her crotch.  So I decided to admire her
from behind.  Carrie's ass was so round, and juicy.  Smooth and golden, I
finally couldn't help but place my palm on one of her cheeks.

   "Put your hands on top of your head," I said, enjoying this newfound
dominance.

   She hesitated, and then Carrie shook out her long blonde hair. 
Reluctantly, she pulled her arms away from her body so that she could lock
her fingers above her head.  Perhaps out of reflex, she also separated her
legs, positioning her feet about shoulder-width apart.  A casual glance
below saw that her labia were hanging down.  I stepped fully behind my
friend, and gave her ass a good squeeze.

   "Oooooh!" she responded, even arching up on her toes.

   Then I walked a few feet backward, leaving her standing there,
completely on display.  I really wanted to see if someone would come up the
path in either direction.  She would be so humiliated!  I looked over my
shoulder, but I didn't see anyone.  Another minute passed, and I was
getting pretty excited myself, from the anticipation.  I could only imagine
what Carrie was feeling.  Finally, I figured it was time to move on.

   "All right," I said as I walked past her, "You can come along and follow
me if you wish --"

   Stopping with hands on my hips, I flipped my hair over my shoulder kind
of like the way Lisa used to do, and looked behind me.  Carrie's hazel eyes
were wide, and her hands still entwined above her head.  With her breasts
uncovered, I could see just how hard her nipples really were.  I looked her
up and down one more time, and then resumed my course down the path.

   It didn't take long before the strawberry-blonde was shuffling next to
my side, rubbing her bare arm against mine.  The physical contact made my
heart race, and I could feel that she was hot.  She also smelled wonderful,
the perfume of her hair mixing with her feminine musk.

   "Where are we going, Erica?" she squeaked into my ear.

   I said nothing, but continued to walk ahead until the trail ended in a
T-section.  A path branched off to the left and the right.  In the middle,
a wooden sign was posted with directions.  One arrow indicated the
direction to the campgrounds.  The other -- pointed the way toward a small
miniature golf putting range that was annexed to the park.

   Turning my head from the sign to smile at Carrie I said, "This ought to
be fun!"

   And just like that, I skipped down the trail, giggling with the
possibilities.  Carrie came bouncing up behind me, her boobs undulating and
hips wiggling.  She had her arms stretched out in front of her and at her
side as she crept forward, almost as if she could no longer touch her body.


   "Erica -- you aren't taking me to the putting green, are you?" she
reached out and tugged on my shirt.  "There might be people there, and they
will see me naked!"

   I put my hand on her soft stomach, just above her pubic hair, and gently
pushed away.  "Maybe they will get quite an eyeful --"

   "Oh!" Carrie groaned, but followed after my footsteps.

   We rounded a bend in the trail, and I could see that ahead it would be
opening up away from the trees.  I could also see a small building, with
the stand out front where they rented the clubs and golf balls.  Feeling a
twinge of guilt, I told Carrie to stay put while I scoped it out.

   She was squatting in a crouch when I returned to tell her that the
putting greens were empty this morning.

   "The guy at the caddy shack is pretty cute," I said, smiling down at
her. "So here's what I want you to do.  While I go keep him occupied, you
know, by talking to him about his stick and balls -- you can run to the
first tee.  It's behind a high hedge, completely out of view."

   Hugging her shoulders, Carrie tossed her mane of hair back and squealed,
"Erica, what's gotten into you!  Stick and balls, indeed!  You can't
honestly expect me to streak across the park golf course?"

   "Well, it's not that far for you to go.  The area is pretty small,
mostly for families and kids." I glanced back over my shoulder, and then
turned to my friend.  "Just wait for me to engage the attendant."

   "Oh sure, and then I'll just run stark naked to the first hole!" the
blond girl pouted, even as I noticed a bit of pink peeking between her
legs. "He probably goes to our college."

   Licking my front teeth with my tongue, I answered, "Yeah -- he's about
nineteen or twenty.  I'll ask him --"

   And with that declaration, I spun around and began heading toward the
end of the trail.  As I had scouted earlier, the building was directly
ahead, and the only other person around was inside.  While I kept him
occupied, Carrie would just need to sneak out and run to the side, around
the hedge wall.e Of course, she would be out in the open, in broad
daylight. But it would be the one chance she would get.

   "Hi!" I said pleasantly as I stepped up to the counter of the golf
equipment shack.

   The young man, lean and sprouting facial hair, raised his head from the
magazine he was reading.  "Oh, um -- hello.  Can I help you?"

   I looked around coyly, teasing the ends of my shoulder-length hair with
one hand.  "I'd like a golf club, please."

   "You want to play golf?" he asked, confused.  "By yourself?  You don't
really look dressed for it."

   Amazingly, I felt my heart beating fast, as he checked out my slim
figure and slender legs.  I teased the hem of my skirt a little and said,
"Um, yeah -- that's all right."

   Now feeling more mischievous, I stood up on the toes of my shoes and
leaned forward.  My elbows were on the counter, and the front of my shirt
hung low.  I know I don't have big titties like Carrie, but my breasts can
be cute and perky.  My nipples were sticking straight out at that moment,
and I wasn't wearing a bra.

   I lowered my eyes to check out the boy's crotch, and said, "I just want
to work on my stroke."

   The poor guy nearly fell out of his seat!  He fumbled and stuttered, and
finally asked what size I liked.  Blushing, I told him it didn't matter. 
He then turned his back so that he could find me a suitable golf club.  It
was then I turned my head and caught a glimpse of Carrie in the nude,
walking out onto the grass.  She looked uncertain of which way to go, and
paused with both hands cupped over her pussy.

   "Go that way!" I called out, swinging my arm to the side.

   "What?" the attendant asked, starting to turn around.

   Thinking quickly, I thrust my other finger forward, gesturing wildly. 
"No, that one!"

   His eyes were drawn away from the spectacle of my naked friend creeping
past the building, and toward a titanium putter mounted on the wall.  He
went to retrieve the club, and by the time he faced the counter, Carrie had
vanished.  The young man however, gave me a smirk.

   "You like the good stuff, huh?" he chuckled.

   I shrugged my shoulders, and tried to act casual.  "Yeah, well, only the
best will do."

   "By the way, my name is Ty," he then felt it appropriate to introduce
himself.  "Have I seen you before?  Like maybe you go to my college --"

   I think I was still blushing, and I answered with eyes lowered shyly,
"My name is Erica.  I'm starting my second year at school --"

   "Yeah, I think you're in my World Literature class, or something! 
Anyway, listen, this kind of club is actually a little more expensive to
rent.  And only regular members are allowed to used it."

   "Oh," I said in a small voice.

   But then Ty leaned in close to the counter and whispered, "I can let you
use it this morning, because no one else is scheduled, and my boss isn't
around.  But you have to promise me that you will return it to me as soon
as you are finished, OK, Erica?"

   "Thank you, Ty," I smiled at the young man, and then started to leave
with the club held tightly in both hands.

   "Erica!" he called out before I had even taken a step.  "Don't forget
your ball!"

   Seeing the small dimpled golf ball on the counter, I giggled.  I then
took this between by thumb and forefinger and thanked the attendant again.
He waved, and I kind of backed away slowly, our eyes still lingering.  And
then I spun around and skipped off toward the first tee with all the
enthusiasm of a schoolgirl.

   When I ducked behind the high wall draped in ivy and leaves, I nearly
stumbled into Carrie.  She bounced on her toes, one arm slung across her
boobs, the other hanging down in front of her crotch.  Apparently, she had
stayed just out of sight around the corner, but had watched the whole
rental exchange.

   "Making new friends, are we?" she teased.

   I gave her a wink and said, "I could always introduce you, if you like!"


   "Ha ha," Carried laughed, "maybe later when I'm not so bare.  Or maybe
we could have a threesome!"

   "Oh, Carrie, you are so horrible!" I said, using the end of the club to
brush her arm away from her body.  I touched her pussy with the leather
grip.

   "Say, that is a nice stick," she purred.

   I held it there for a moment, wondering if I could even push it inside
her.  And then all my ideas, my planning, the whole point of this trip to
the park, suddenly came together.  I snapped the golf club up, resting it
on my shoulder.

   "We're going to have a contest," I informed Carrie.

   Folding her arms across her tits, my friend said, "I am not playing nine
holes of golf in the nude!"

   "We don't need to," I tried to continue.  "Listen, you'll take the first
turn.  See how many puts it takes you to sink the first hole."

   "That sounds dirty," Carrie giggled.

   With a sigh, I went on, "Yeah, well, I think I can beat you.  How ever
many strokes it takes, I think I can do it in less."

   "You are the expert on stroking, Erica!" my friend emphasized her
innuendo by running a finger through her golden pubic hair.  "So what
happens when you beat me?  I'm already naked --"

   I walked around her, measuring the distance from the starting tee to the
first hole.  "If I shoot under your par, then you have to masturbate right
here on the green -- with this club!"

   "Oh wow --" Carrie gasped, her eyes wide.  "That's a lot.  If I cum
right now, I'll have a screaming orgasm!  That will be so embarrassing, to
do that in public!"

   "I know," I smiled, returning to the tee and placing the golf ball.

   The strawberry-blonde shyly tip toed over to stand next to me.  "So what
happens if I win?"

   "What?" Momentarily distracted, I hadn't thought of that.  I was
wondering what the artificial grass beneath her feet felt like.

   Carrie stroked her beautiful chin for a moment, and then said, "How
about -- if I get the ball in less strokes than you, then you have to give
me your clothes to wear!"

   "What?" I exclaimed again.  "They will never fit!"

   Cupping her big breasts in her hands and jiggling them up and down, my
friend laughed, "I'll make do.  But also, if you loose, you have to do
whatever I tell you for the rest of the day!"

   At this point, I was pretty sure I was going to win.  I've played more
than a few rounds of miniature golf with my family.  But I can't ever
imagine seeing busty Carrie doing this.  I just wanted to get the whole
thing over with, and complete her humiliation.  So many times, I had been
stripped and forced to pleasure myself, or tricked into playing with myself
in front of everyone.  Now it was time for me to be in control!

   "Sure, sure -- whatever," I waved away her stipulation, and presented
her the titanium putter.

   Since Carrie had to take the stick in both hands, she was unable to
cover up at all.  I had to admit she did look hot, standing there fully
nude at the tee.  She rubbed the toes of one foot behind her other leg,
bashfully unsure of herself or what to do.  Her eyes roamed down the length
of the club, all the way to the little ball waiting at her bare feet.  It
was if she suddenly realized she would have to bend down a little to take a
swing, and what a sight that would be!

   "Try not to swing too hard," I felt it necessary to give her a bit of
advice.

   "Thanks, Erica!" she smiled warmly, and prepared to line up her shot.

   Her heels were together, and she wiggled her toes on the green felt. 
Fingers were wrapped tightly around the leather grip of the golf club, one
hand just below the other.  As she bent forward in order to line the putter
up with the ball, her naked breasts hung down.  I could see that her pink
nipples were still very erect.  It seemed like she was taking a long time,
almost deliberately drawing this out, but I didn't mind.  I walked behind
her, and watched Carrie wiggle her hips, her butt jiggling with the motion.
From between her separated thighs, I could see her pink pussy lips.

   Her stomach clenched, her ass cheeks clenched as her whole bare body
tightened up.  At the last second, she swung her head to look over her
shoulder, as if to make sure no body would see her making this naked swing.
Then she brought her hands back, opening up her stance.

   It was like watching her in slow motion.  With her legs parted, I saw
her labia unfold and drop down.  Then she brought her arms forward in a
vigorous down stroke, the head of the club making contact with the ball. 
Her boobs bounced wildly, her bottom undulating with the momentum of her
swing.  It was such an erotic spectacle!  I felt my own clitoris emerge out
of its hood.

   The ball soared into the air and made a glorious arch to land within a
few yards of the first hole.  It bounced on the green -- once, twice, and
then rolled toward the lip of the implanted cup.  The ball teetered on the
edge for a second, and then dropped in.

   Carrie dropped her golf club and brought both hands to her mouth in
amazement.

   "Ohmygosh, Erica!" she cried.  "Did you see that?"

   Speechless, all I could do was continue to watch as she jumped up and
down on her toes.  She spun around, giving me an unobstructed look at every
inch of her.  I don't know if she was even aware of her nudity, but as she
brought her hands to her head in disbelief, her breasts flopped around in
playful circles.  Then totally naked, she ran down to the hole in order to
confirm her shot.  Finally, I was forced to follow after her.

   "Ohmygosh!  That's what they call, like, a hole-in-one -- right?" Carrie
could not contain her exuberating joy.

   I began to realize that she was not playing me, that this impossible
shot was indeed a fluke, a freak of luck.  I don't know how she did it, but
my inexperienced friend did it, and without wearing any clothes!  She was
completely nude!  I scratched my head bewildered.

   "Now it's your turn, little Erica!" Carrie giggled.

   Before she handed me the club, first my friend took me by wrist and
gently placed my hand on her fuzzy vulva.  My fingers sought her inviting
lips, her hardened clit, and I could feel how hot and wet she was.

   "For luck!" she moaned, and then Carrie kissed me on the lips.

   While I was standing there breathless, she then took my hand and thrust
the club into my trembling grip.  What was going on?  Carrie giggled and
crouched down, her face just inches from the front of my skirt.  But all
she did was reach into the cup in the ground and retrieve the ball.

   "Here you go, sweetie," she said standing back up with a bounce and a
jiggle.  "You go and take your shot, and I'll wait here.  I don't want to
distract you --"

   Right.  So I numbly took the little ball in the palm of my other hand
and began to march back to the tee.  I was dimly aware of the dimples being
pressed into my skin, and I gripped the putter tightly.  All I had to do
was make a hole-in-one myself.  Then we could play a tiebreaker on the
second hole.  And I was much better than Carrie at miniature golf.  But if
I didn't sink the ball on my first swing --

   I began to line up the head of the golf club with the ball. 
Concentration was key.  I just had to take a nice, easy swing, not too
hard. The same advice I had given to Carrie just moments ago.  As I tried
to get into a rhythm and comfortable stance, I realized that it would be
tough to make this shot in my skirt.  That must have been how my friend was
able to get a hole-in-on, since she was not encumbered my pants, or
underwear, or anything at all!

   With that memory, I glanced up from the ball, and looked down the green
fairway.  Holding the flag that marked the first hole, Carrie stood facing
me, full frontal.  I mean, she wasn't covering up her tits or her pussy. 
Of course, at this distance, I couldn't make out her little pink details.
But the fact that she was standing there stark naked, on one of the park's
public putting greens, made my hands shake.

   Before I could let myself get too nervous, I pulled back my hands,
raising the club, and then bringing it down and across in one easy motion.

   "Oh shit!" I cried.

   Too late, my reckless swing hit the tee, knocking it of the felt
surface. The ball popped in the air, slicing about a dozen yards ahead, and
bounced in the middle of the track.  Nowhere near the first hole.  I saw
Carrie do a jump in the air, spinning around, and showing me her bare ass
in the process.

   Part of me was embarrassed that I had made such a pathetic shot.  I
hugged my shoulders, and turned my head to look behind me.  Also, I was
worried about Carrie drawing any attention to us over here.  As far as the
caddy shack attendant knew, it was just me practicing alone on the course.
And then I was fearful that other patrons of the park, families or kids,
might arrive on the scene at any moment.

   "Come over here, Erica!" my friend Carrie waved with her arm.

   I hung my head in shame, but began to dutifully plod forward.  Halfway
up, taking measured steps, I paused to retrieve the golf ball.  I guess I
could have taken another shot, but what was the point?  Carrie already beat
me.  Before I knew it, I found myself standing across from her, the hole in
the ground between us.

   Nude, the strawberry-blonde folded her arms over her breasts and
evaluated me.  "I think I want you take off your shoes, Erica."

   "But they won't fit you," I said miserably.

   Carrie looked down at my feet, but insisted.  "I want to try."

   Well, I had lost the bet, as improbable as that had been, and now I had
to listen to her demands.  With a deliberate huff, I crouched down so I
could undo the strap at my ankle.  I unclasped each one, and then standing
up, kicked off both my shoes.  As I predicted, Carrie could just manage to
slip her toes inside, but was unable to squeeze her heel the rest of the
way in.  My feet are just too cute and little.  I also realized that the
feel of the felt surface was kind of nice beneath my soles.

   "All right, I guess I won't be wearing these," my friend acknowledged.
"But I will carry them with me so it looks like I juts took off my shoes
for a barefoot stroll."

   I couldn't help but giggle, "And a bare everything stroll!"

   Immediately, I wished I hadn't said that.  Carrie smiled at me and then
lowered her eyes to look down the length of her own naked body.  She rubbed
her hand on her sexy stomach, making a circle around her bellybutton.  Her
pussy was opened up pink, and the sunlight seemed to glisten off her golden
pubic hair.

   "Time to cover up this girl," my friend declared.  "Erica, give me your
skirt."

   "Oh, but you know it will be too tight!" I whined, even as my fingers
fidgeted for the zipper at my side.

   Carrie held out her arm, saying, "I've worn tight skirts before."

   Soon, the material slipped through my hands, gliding down my slender
nineteen-year-old legs.  I couldn't believe I was standing here on the
miniature golf course of a public park!  Stepping to the side, I looked
down to see I was wearing no shoes or socks or pants or skirt.  My hands
reflexively crossed over the front of my panties.

   "You look so cute like that!" Carrie exclaimed, and waited for me to
pick up my own shirt and hand it to her.  "Just like a little girl --"

   Once she had the item, she wasted no time wrapping it around her hips.
Of course, the strawberry-blonde young woman was several inches taller than
me, so the hem fell just at the top of her thighs.  She had to wiggle
around a bit, to hold the sides together and pull up the zipper.  I told
her she was going to stretch the material, but she only stuck her tongue
out at me!  So much for being a good sport.

   Still topless, Carrie placed her hands on her hips and said, "Now give
me you shirt!"

   "Oh, but --" I squirmed, arching up on the toes of one foot, keeping a
hand in front of my damp panties, and the other tugging the bottom of my
sleeveless top.

   "Come on," she snapped her fingers impatiently.  "You enjoyed a free
boob show for long enough.  Now its time for me to cover up!"

   I didn't know what to do.  I was standing here in my underwear.  There
was no way I could find the words to argue, and besides, I had lost the
bet. Slowly, I turned around so that my back was facing Carrie.  Now both
my hands gripped the bottom of my shirt.  I closed my eyes and peeled the
material up my body, up and over my head!

   "Erica, you're not wearing a bra!" my friend said with a giggle.

   "No," I replied, clutching the shirt to mychest.

   Carrie continued, "Well, come on, turn around and let me see your
titties."

   Of course, I had no choice but to face forward once more.  Reluctantly,
I dropped my arms to my sides.  I know she had seen my small breasts
before, but having spent all morning running around with her and her big
bouncing boobs, made me feel really self-conscious.  And on top of that, my
long pink nipples were very erect.

   "Precious," Carrie commented as she took my shirt away from me.

   Now I was even more embarrassed, as a blush spread over my body from my
ears down to the tips of my toes.  I shifted my arms, bringing one up to
hold across my tits, and I kept one hand lowered in front of my panties.  I
couldn't believe I was out here in just a pair of little white underpants!
While my busty friend pulled my top over her head, I looked around
nervously, my heart beating faster.

   Of course, she was just able to squeeze her head through my top, and it
only barely covered her breasts.  Her stomach and lower back were in full
view.  In fact, combined with the tight black skirt that looked more like a
belt, Carrie had a very promiscuous appearance.  If it were possible, I'd
say she looked hotter than when she was naked.  But then, at least she did
have all her parts covered up.  She would have to be careful how she
walked.

   "All -- all right," I stammered, flustered by my near nudity.  "Where do
we go from here?"

   Carrie in fact moved around easily in my ill-fitting clothes, and bent
at her knees to pick up the golf club.  "First, I think you are supposed to
return this to the equipment shack!"

   "Oh!" I gasped, immediately bringing my hands up to hide my breasts,
just close enough for my nipples to tickle my palms.  "You -- you're going
to make me return the golf club in just my panties?"

   "No, that would be silly," Carrie giggled.  "I want you to remove your
underwear!"

   Now I dropped my arms to my sides again, this time in shock.  Was she
serious, or just kidding?  I mean, I couldn't show myself to that guy who
went to our college!  And she wanted me to walk right up to him, stark
naked?  I just stood there, my bare tits sticking out as my toes curled on
the ground.

   "What's the matter, Erica?" my friend smiled and started to walk around
me.

   When she stood behind me, Carrie gently placed the head of the golf club
on my back.  The cool metal on my skin made my arms spring out to either
side like airplane wings.  I remained in that position as she traced the
club down the supple curve of my spine, as my nipples grew long and hard.
By the time she reached the elastic band of my panties, I had arched up on
my tiptoes.

   I heard the golf club drop to the ground behind me, bouncing to the
turf. And then Carrie's hands were on my hips, causing me to close my eyes.
Swiftly, she grabbed the silk material of my underwear and pulled down. 
They fell to my feet, and I lifted one at a time in order to step out of my
last piece of clothing.  For some reason, I returned my toes to the ground
with legs separated farther than before.

   I was naked.  Naked on the first hole of the park's miniature golf
course!  Suddenly, I opened my eyes as if I couldn't believe this was
happening, or maybe hope that I would wake from a bad dream.  As if seeking
more proof, I lifted my fingers to brush my nipples shyly, to run down my
stomach and touch my bare pussy, and then slapped both my hands on the
smooth cheeks of my ass.

   "Oh!" I finally gasped.

   Then I bent fully at the waist, letting my hair hang down over my head.
I'm pretty trim, so I can easily touch my toes while keeping my legs
perfectly straight.  Looking upside down between my legs, I could see
Carrie laughing.

   "Ooooh, what a nice rosebud, Erica!" she giggled.

   Ohmygosh, she was talking about my little anus!  I was showing her so
much, yet I remained in this position, perhaps waiting for my friend to
stick her finger in my ass.  Instead, I watched her crouch down carefully
to pick up my panties, and then she strolled past me without even a pat on
the butt.

   Straightening myself again, I stepped fully nude over to her side, and
asked, "Where -- where are you going?"

   "I've got to watch you bring back the golf club," Carrie said, while
casually dangling my shoes on the tips of her fingers.

   I took one look down at my body, and then back at the strawberry-blonde
young woman.  "You're really going to make me do it?  I mean -- I am so
naked!  What was that you said earlier, how it didn't seem right for you to
be seen without any clothes on?"

   Carrie turned to face me, standing so close that our toes touched. 
"Yes, but you're so cute when you're nude, Erica!"

   "Thanks -- but -- well, just look at my breast, and how long my nipples
are!" I said blushing.  "And, and, I'm absolutely hairless so I'm just
showing nothing but pink!"

   As if on cue, Carrie traced a finger around my bellybutton and down to
my most sensitive folds of skin, which caused my clitoris to spring out
fully erect.  "Yes, it sure looks like he will be getting an eyeful."

   And that brought an end to any further discussion.  Speechless, I
watched Carrie spin around, moving closer to the edge of the wall so she
could peer past the hedges and see the equipment shack.  I was at a loss.
But we had made a bet, and I now I had to do as she said.  Also, I did
promise Ty that I would bring the expensive club back to him.  I just never
thought it would be like this!

   Flustered and nervous, my heart beating wildly, I returned to the golf
club lying the ground.  The metal was cool in my grip, reminding me of my
total nudity.  I also retrieved the golf ball that we had left rolling on
the turf.  This, I squeezed tight in one hand as butterflies filed my
tummy. The club I held between my breasts, the head hanging in front of my
crotch to hide my little pussy.

   "You look so adorable!" Carrie giggled as I slowly walked past her.

   Thinking about it, I probably should have run straight over to the caddy
shack, so I would not get caught by anyone else, and also to get this over
with as soon as possible.  But I could not will my legs to move any faster.
I was somehow delighting in the sensations of my bare feet when I finally
reached the real grass of the park grounds.  With measured steps, I walked
closer and closer to the small building, completely naked.

   I could see the young man, Ty, sitting behind the counter.  He was once
more absorbed in reading his magazine.  I wondered if I was forgotten
already.  Glancing to my side, I noted my smooth round shoulder, and the
sun beat down on my back and bare ass.  I'm really not an exhibitionist,
and I was so embarrassed to be doing this.

   My feet shuffling through the grass probably alerted him to my presence.
As I neared the counter, he looked up from the magazine and then went back
to reading.  And then he did a double take, unable to believe his eyes.

   "Oh -- wow!" the young man gasped, sitting up in his chair.

   My nude hips were fully in view, of course, as were my small tits with
nipples sticking straight out.  One arm hung down at my side, and I
squeezed the golf ball tighter.  But I was very careful with my other arm,
to hold the club as still as possible, covering my bald pussy.  I realized
that Carrie, looking on like a voyeur, had a clear view of my naked little
bottom.

   Ty, now started to get to his feet and asked, "Erica -- what happened?"

   "I decided to take off my shoes," I answered, making this up as I went
along.

   "Your shoes?" Ty pressed himself forward to look over the counter, to
see my toes in the grass, and the length of my totally bare slender legs.

   My clit pushed against the head of the golf club and I gasped, "Um --
yes.  My shoes were too uncomfortable for me to walk around on the green.
And I was having a hard time practicing my swing, so I took off my skirt,
too."

   "You took off your skirt --" the young man repeated, amazed.

   I couldn't believe I was talking to this guy who was in my college
English class, and might be in more classes this year, standing here nude.
My toes curled, and my sensitive nipples started poking toward the sky. 
Only the wide head of the putter hid my shaved slit, which had opened.

   "And then it was just so hot," I continued, "and you said no one else
would be around, so I took off my top.  But I don't have a bra on today."

   Ty gave a soft chuckle, "I can see that."

   Ohmygosh!  He could also see how hard my nipples were, and I pictured
him tweaking them and sucking on my tits.  I'm sure he could tell how horny
I was.

   "Well, I figured, what the hell -- you know?" I giggled nervously.  "And
I removed my underwear."

   Shaking his head, the young man said, "So you stripped off on the golf
course, and practiced naked?  That's pretty hot!"

   "Um, yeah, it is -- I mean it was!"

   A moment of awkward silence passed between us, which seemed to last
forever, until Ty cleared his throat.  "I suppose I need to take that golf
club back from you, Erica."

   Realizing that this golf club was all I was wearing, I reluctantly
answered, "Oh -- right."

   Ty swept his palm across the counter and said, "You can lay the club
right here."

   I lowered my eyes and saw my nipples quivering to either side of the
titanium shaft.  The head was steady between my legs for a moment longer. I
took a deep breath, and then raised the club to drop it on the counter. 
Immediately, I cupped my other hand, the one that was holding the golf
ball, over my pussy.  Secretly I rolled the dimpled ball over my clit,
making a small moan.

   "Was it good for you?" the young man asked.

   "What?" I gasped, a little startled, as I hadn't even had an orgasm yet.
But I was very close.

   Then Ty explained, "The golf club -- it's really sweet.  Perfectly
balanced, one of the finest pieces of equipment we have.  It kind of suits
you, Erica."

   I blushed, but said nothing.

   "I'm going to need the ball back, if you're done with it," he added.

   Ashamed because I had been slowly masturbating with the little sphere, I
was quick to place it on the counter next to the club.  But this time, I
brought my hand down, lowering my arm to my side.  As I lifted my other
hand to tease the ends of my hair, I stood before the young man with
everything on display.  Nothing was left to the imagination.  Shyly, I took
a step forward and let my fingers fall on the edge of the counter.  Naked,
I crouched down, feeling my pink labia hang between my legs.

   "Listen, um, Ty -- this is really embarrassing," I confessed.

   He just smiled down at me for a moment, and then told me I had no reason
to be ashamed!  He took my little fingers in his hands and asked me to
stand up again.  Slowly, I agreed, even allowing the young man to lift my
arms as I straightened up to stand on my toes.  Now I was really showing
everything, giving him a good look at my pussy.  All pink and hairless, my
clit sticking out of its hood.  But when he let go his hold, my first
instinct was to bring my arms to my chest, crossing my wrists so that the
elbows covered my small tits.

   I couldn't believe I was just letting this guy look at me!  It felt so
dirty, but the sensations I was getting were also unbelievable.  When he
asked me to turn around, I just dropped my hands to my sides and slowly
spun until I was facing the golf course.  I closed my eyes, because I
half-expected to be a line of people there, witnessing my total nudity. 
But I also relished the thought of Ty checking out my bare ass, my tight
and supple behind.

   "Hey, Erica," he said in a husky voice, causing me to look over my
shoulder.  "Do you want to come back around and hang out inside the shack?"


   He adjusted his pants a little, and I knew what he had in mind.  Of
course, I was very horny too, so the offer was tempting.  I wouldn't mind
him playing with me, even teasing and fingering me, but I had a feeling it
would go further than that.  Technically, I was still a virgin, having
never been penetrated by a man.  And now I was really confused with
emotions, between what my body wanted to do, and what my head said I
shouldn't do.

   I had moved around to the side of the equipment shack, and look inside
with longing.  Just at that moment, from seemingly out of nowhere, Carrie
came walking up to us.  Suddenly, I felt all self-conscious again.  I threw
an arm across my breasts while slipping a hand down in front of my crotch.
She had my shoes that didn't fit her hooked on a finger and slung over one
shoulder.  Dressed in my skirt that was too tight and only came down to the
tops of her thighs, the strawberry blonde was all legs and bare feet.  And
beneath my top that she was wearing, her big tits heaved.

   "Isn't Erica just so cute!" Carrie said as she slapped my ass, causing
me to bounce up on my toes.

   Ty looked from me to my friend, back and forth between us.  His eyes
darted from totally naked me, to busty Carrie who left little to the
imagination.  I think it was just dawning on him that she was dressed in
the clothes I had been wearing earlier.  He looked very confused.

   Meanwhile, Carrie slipped behind me and moved my arms out of the way. 
She just couldn -(TM)t resist the urge to keep me exposed.  But then she
slid her own arm around my body, letting her hand rub down my stomach. 
Gently, she used two fingers to spread apart my pussy.  I just closed my
eyes and whimpered.  She was going to masturbate me, and make cum right in
front of this guy!

   Or so I thought.

   Instead, after a moment of holding me in this embrace, Carrie called out
over my shoulder, "Sorry, Ty, but this show is over.  Erica is coming with
me!"

   And just like that, my friend took me by the hand and started pulling me
away from the golf course.  We were headed back toward the trails that led
into the park.  She had my shoes in one hand, and naked me following after.
It was hard to keep up with her long strides, so I just scampered along
with my little tits and bare butt bouncing.

   The two of us retraced our steps from earlier in the morning.  Carrie
even made me stand in that same place in the middle of the path, legs
separated and hands on my head.  Only this time, after what seemed an
eternity of standing there with my nude body on display, someone did pass
by riding a bike!

   "Eeeek!" I squealed, hearing the tires skid on the dirt trail.

   At that moment, Carrie grabbed me again, and took me into the woods off
to the side.  We ran past the leaves and snagging branches, not daring to
look behind us.  But all the strain of running and scrambling finally took
its toll on my skirt that never really fit the taller blonde in the first
place.  As we reached the edge of that neighbor's property line, I looked
down and saw that it was no longer around Carrie's waist.

   "Ohmygosh, you're bottomless!" I pointed and covered my mouth in shock.

   Carrie look down and said, "Oh -- I know!  And I dropped your shoes
somewhere back there, sorries!"

   OK, so now we were down to just one article of clothing between us. 
What a sight we made, two nineteen-year-old girls streaking across some
stranger's lawn.  I could feel the wind caress my completely bare body,
rushing past my flapping pussy lips.  I wondered what it felt like for
Carrie, the wind whistling through her pubic hair.

   We snuck behind one of the wide trees that lined the street, in order to
catch our breath and appraise the situation.  I was just peeking ahead to
see if the coast was clear, when I I heard Carrie muttering behind me.  Not
thinking anything at first, I reach out to take my friend by the hand, and
pull her after me as I stepped into the deserted road.  There was some
resistance, and then Carrie stumbled along right next to me.

   "Erica!" she gasped.

   I turned my head only to see that my worn and flimsy top, stretched
beyond possibility when Carrie had been wearing it, had gotten stuck on the
bark of the tree and had torn.  My eyes shifted, and locked on Carrie's
pretty hazel eyes.  Then I looked down and saw that she was completely
naked again -- just like me!

   "Come on, I've still got the keys!" she held her fist up triumphantly.

   Well, it was every girl for herself now, as we bounded down the street
toward the parking lot of the professional office building.  My nipples
were sticking straight out as I ran, and watched Carrie's luscious bottom
bounce.  I could just picture her tits swinging up and down wildly.

   Needless to say, she was the first one to reach her car.  She opened the
lock, and wasted no time pulling on her skirt and throwing her sweater over
her head to conceal her chest.  By the time I caught up with her, she was
fully dressed.  I was left stark naked and blushing.

   She made me stay that way as we drove back to her house.  I couldn't
believe that she was the one who started all this, Carrie had been the one
to strip off in the first place, yet somehow I had lost all my clothes!  It
just didn't seem fair.  But then, by the time we made it up to her room, I
really didn't care.

   I let my friend make love to me, and she gave me an incredible orgasm.
As we cuddled afterward on the bed, her finger lazily tracing my slender
body, Carrie cupped my chin and kissed me on the lips.

   "You have very pretty eyes, Erica," she said.

   Leaving me as confused as ever.



   32 - Erica's White Hat

   Christa, our friend from college, was having an art gallery showing. 
She was so excited, and she wanted me Carrie and Ashley to attend, to give
her support.  It was being held at a really swanky mansion on the estate of
one of our school's board trustees.  This would be one of Christa's first
public displays of her work, and a chance for her to meet some pretty
influential people.  I thought it sounded like it would be extremely
boring. But there promised to be free wine and cheese.  There really was
only one problem.

   You see, Carrie had been teasing me all semester long, and I in turn had
chided her about her slipping grades.  So finally, we made an agreement of
sorts.  I told her if she received less than a B in this World History
class she was taking, she would leave me alone.  But if she got a better
grade, she could choose one night during the next semester and I would have
to wear whatever she picked out for me.

   Well, the term ended, and let me say I was shocked to find out that
Carrie received an "A+" -- I couldn't believe it!  I still couldn't believe
it, even when she pulled up her transcript on the computer.  In fact, I
made her take me to the professor to hear him confirm that she earned such
a high grade.  Personally, I started to think she might have used some of
her feminine charms on him.  But a deal was a deal, and now I waited
anxiously for our date and the wardrobe Carrie selected for me.

   Of course, she decided to pick the night of Christa's art gala.  It was
in April, toward the end of the Spring semester.  Earlier that evening, I
found myself in Carrie's room, as she placed a box on her bed.

   "Here we go, Erica!" the strawberry-blonde grinned triumphantly.

   With a sigh of resignation, I said, "All right, let's get on with it.  I
hope you didn't find something that will make me look too much like a slut.
Or too uncomfortable -- oh God, I hope you don't embarrass me!"

   "Not at all," Carrie giggled.

   So I lifted the lid of the box.  It even had a green ribbon and bow that
I had to untie first.  Carrie really went out of the way to make the
package presentable.  I reached in, and pulled out a soft, white knit hat.

   "Oh," I gasped, perhaps a bit guiltily.  "This is actually kind of
nice."

   It was like a cozy little beret, hand-knitted with an adorable pattern.
I quickly put it on my head, adjusting the brim on my forehead a couple of
inches above my eyebrows, making sure my shoulder length brown hair
underneath was snug in place.  Checking myself out in the mirror, it was
quite cute!

   "Wow," I turned to express my appreciation to Carrie.  "I really like
this.  This is a pleasant surprise.  So where is the rest of the outfit?"

   My friend then lowered her eyes.  She was standing with one foot behind
her other leg, and slowly traced a finger along the rim of the box.  She
had on black slacks, and a smart jacket.  I wondered how I would be
accompanying her.

   "That's it," Carrie finally answered.

   I reached my hands up to touch the soft white hat, not understanding. 
"You mean we are all set to go?  This is all you had planned for me --"

   "That is all I had planned for you to wear." The corner of Carrie's
mouth turned up in a mischievous smile.  "The hat -- and nothing else!"

   I stood there frozen, hands still on my head, processing what she just
told me.  When I didn -(TM)t move or give any indication that I would move,
Carrie folded her arms across her chest and shifted her weight onto her
other foot.

   "You heard me, Erica.  Let's not waste any more time -- go ahead and
strip naked!"

   "But --" I started, even as I lowered my hands enough to bring my
fingers to the top button on my sweater.  "But -- everything?  You can't be
serious!"

   The taller girl only shook her head, adamant.  "You have no idea how
hard I worked to get an A in that class.  Now you will have to fulfill your
end of the bargain.  I bought that nice hat for you, but it's all I'm going
to allow you to wear."

   "Oh," I replied, and turned around because I was blushing.

   To my surprise, my fingers started quickly slipping the rest of the
buttons through the little loops.  When the front of the sweater hung open,
I was able arch my back and pull the sleeves off my arms.  I let the warm
fuzzy fabric fall to the floor.  Then I looked shyly over my shoulder.

   Carrie only insisted, "Keep going."

   Well, I had a long sleeved pullover shirt beneath my sweater.  The
bottom hem, I now gripped in both my hands and began tugging up, until my
flat stomach and bellybutton was exposed.  I was careful lifting this
higher, over my face, trying not to knock the hat off my head.  But it was
a good fit, and I was able to remove my shirt completely without my hair
moving out of place.  Still, after dropping my shirt to the floor, I paused
to check the mirror.  Self-consciously, my hands reached up to cover my
black A-cup bra.

   "The arrangement stated that I could decide how you would be dressed,"
Carrie continued explaining, reminding me of the predicament I created for
myself.  "I chose a piece of clothing for you.  We never said it had to be
more than one article of clothing, right Erica?"

   I turned around, bringing my hands behind my back at the same time. 
"Um, I guess.  It's just that, I never expected I would have to get --"

   "All nude!" my friend clapped her hands enthusiastically.

   "I was going to say undressed," I returned, then unclasped my bra and
threw it at her.

   Covering my bare titties with my hands, I stepped out of my shoes, one
at a time.  I couldn't believe I was doing this, and that she was going to
make me wear the hat without any other clothes.  Shifting one arm up across
my small breasts, I was able to reach down and find the buttons on my tight
jeans.  I really liked the way my ass looked in these jeans.  I never
thought I would be baring my ass tonight like this!

   Shaking the denim down my slender legs, I let them crumple at my feet.
Then I was able to essentially walk out of them, in just my socks and
panties.  I was standing right in front of Carrie, and felt so humiliated,
yet also a thrill of excitement.  So I turned around, allowing me to drop
my hands and hook each thumb in the sides of my underwear.  I peeled the
black lacy things down my hips, under the curve of my bottom, and past my
thighs.  As they dropped further past my knees, I was able to raise a leg
and gently tug the panties off the end of my foot.

   When I had them off completely, I clutched the delicate fabric to my
bald pubic mound.  I turned around once more, naked, facing my friend.

   But Carrie only pointed to my feet and said, "Take off your socks, too,
Erica."

   Well, what could I do?  I had to let go of my underwear, although I
still kept a palm over my pussy.  Lowering myself to sit on Carrie's
carpeted bedroom floor, I began to slowly peel off my red, blue, and green
multi-colored socks.  First my bare heel, and then my little toes came into
view.  As I tossed them aside, I looked around to see all my clothes
scattered about the room.  Once I was completely nude, I sat there with
only the soft white hat on my head.

   Pulling my knees to my chest bashfully, I hugged my bare legs and looked
up at Carrie.  "So -- OK, you made your point and got me to take off my
clothes.  I guess this means we're not going to Christa's show.  What --
what are you going to do with me?"

   That last part came out a little breathlessly, and involuntarily I
glanced over to Carrie's bed.  It looked rather inviting, picturing myself
lying on the mattress spread eagle, wearing only this hat.  But my friend
merely walked around me, first stooping to pick up my two socks, and then
the rest of my things.  She gathered up my clothes, and I watched her place
everything neatly on her dresser.

   "On the contrary," Carrie said, looking at me from across the room.

   A bit unsteady, I climbed to my feet, still cupping my hands over my
hairless crotch.  "What?"

   "We are going to Christa's art show," the strawberry-blonde informed me.


   I blinked and gasped, "We are?"

   "As soon as you're ready, Erica.  Now put your hands at your sides."

   Still confused, and uncertain about what she had planned, I closed my
eyes and did as Carrie instructed.  I even arched my back and stuck my
chest out a little, feeling my butt cheeks clench behind me.  My heels were
together, toes curled on the carpet.  Carrie approached me softly.

   "With your little pink flower and just your hat, you will look so
adorable!" she said.

   My little flower!  Good grief, I was completely naked!  The problem was,
it wouldn't take much to make me horny, and then I was likely to go ahead
with whatever crazy idea she had in mind.  I kept my eyes closed and bit me
lip, waiting to find out what would happen next.  As I listened to her
softly walk away from me, I opened my eyes.

   Reaching the door to her bedroom, the young woman turned to me and said,
"Come along now, we don't want to be late."

   My boobs were feeling perky, and with the nipples growing fully
extended, I didn't really bother covering them.  So I arched up on my bare
toes and started to walk forward, hands resting lightly on my slender legs.
Carrie left the room, and I followed her into the hallway.

   "Oh gosh!" I suddenly whispered harshly.  "You're mother isn't still
home, is she?"

   Spinning around to face me, my friend paused and traced a finger around
my bellybutton.  "I don't know, Erica.  We will just have to be careful --"


   Now I was really nervous.  While Carrie proceeded to march confidently
down the stairs, I looked around apprehensively.  I crossed my arms in
front of my chest, fingers touching my bare shoulders.  I wish I had more
arms.  Being totally nude, there was just too much of my pretty body to
hide.  She could have made me go topless, which would have been humiliating
enough, because I am self-conscious about my small breasts.  Or she could
have made me go bottomless, if she just wanted to show off my ass.  But
instead, Carrie made me take off everything, leaving nothing to the
imagination.  I wondered how we were going to get away with this.

   I suppose part of that curiosity helped push me forward.  Unbelievably,
I began descending the stairs, prepared to go out like this to our friend's
art gallery.  Lowering my eyes shyly, I quickly clasped my hands over my
pussy.

   In this fashion I slowly crept down the steps.  Kind of hunched over a
little, and my eyes darting this way and that.  By the time I reached
Carrie at the foot of the stairs, she had folded her arms impatiently.

   "What's the matter, Erica?  Put your arms at your sides," my friend
commanded me.

   I did as she asked, but did not look directly at her.  Instead, I raised
my eyes to the ceiling, although I could sense my nipples poking out, even
quivering.  I just stood there, naked, as she checked me out.

   "That's a cute little camel-toe you've got going now," Carrie remarked.
"Do you think you can stay closed like that all night?"

   I gasped, "I -- I don't know --"

   My friend just smirked, admiring my shaved pussy, while I tried not to
think of anything sexual.  Finally, Carrie turned away and walked toward
the kitchen.  I thought maybe we should head straight for the front door in
order to leave quickly.  Oh gosh, I couldn't believe I was eager to walk
outside without wearing any clothes!  Well, except for my white hat.

   "Come on," she called after me.

   Reluctantly, arms hugging my body again, I followed her into the
kitchen. Still no sign of Carrie's mother, so it seemed we were safe for
the moment.  But I noticed that the lights were brighter here than in the
other parts of the house.  Standing in the middle of the floor, I was
completely on display!  I spun around on my heel, which allowed her to see
my well-lit bare behind.

   "Isn't this fun, Erica?" Carrie giggled.

   I looked shyly over my shoulder.  "What?  Are you kidding?  I'm scared
to death!"

   "Can I tickle your bottom?" she asked.

   Before I could say or do anything, my taller friend took a step toward
me and closed the distance between us.  She placed a hand gently on my butt
cheek, and then ran her fingers lightly over my skin.  Her touch was
incredible as she traced a nail down my back.  I closed my eyes, savoring
the sensation, and lifted my arms away from my body.  Carrie continued to
teasingly caress my ass.

   Leaning her head next to mine, she whispered in my ear, "You don't have
a camel-toe anymore, do you --"

   "No," I answered breathlessly.



   Erica's White Hat - Part 2

   I already knew my labia had unfolded, and my clit was sticking out.

   "Good," Carrie said with a nibble on my earlobe.  "I bet you're more
relaxed, too.  Do you want something to eat before we leave?"

   Rubbing a hand over my stomach, I blinked and said, "No thank you, I
don't think so --"

   Now my naughty friend slinked away from her embrace and retreated to the
table in the center of the kitchen.  I turned around fully to see her
selecting an item from the fruit bowl.  She pulled out a long carrot,
ribbed and juicy, with tantalizing bristles on the skinny end.

   Immediately, I brought my hands to my mouth.  What was she thinking! 
The last time I was naked in Carrie's kitchen, I had played with myself
using a carrot.  But that was a couple of years ago, when I was only
seventeen.  Waving the orange vegetable in front of me now reminded me of
this, and I blushed in humiliation.

   "Have a seat in that chair," Carrie gestured to the side.  "And spread
your legs wide open."

   Well, my eyes went wide at the suggestion.  Yet still, I found myself
hurrying over to the black table chair with its floral print cushion. 
Sitting on the edge, I did as she asked, and wrapped my slender legs around
the bottom.  As I brought my hands up to squeeze my breasts, I felt my bare
toes curl in anticipation.

   Carrie stepped in front of me, and pointed the carrot right at my pussy.


   "Oh!" I squeaked helplessly.  "Are you going to masturbate me right
here, before we go to the art gallery?"

   The strawberry blonde crouched down, as if considering.  "You'd like
that, wouldn't you, Erica?"

   "No!  I mean, yes -- I mean, what if you make me cum?" I was so
confused, and my rock hard nipples betrayed my emotions.

   Carrie just smiled and placed the tip of the carrot against my pussy.  I
let out a small gasp, waiting for her to insert it all the way.  My whole
body trembled.  This was so wrong, yet would feel so good!  But before we
could go any further, I suddenly heard the voice of Carrie's mother
calling, approaching the kitchen.

   "Are you two girls still here?" she was asking.  "Aren't you going to be
late for the show?"

   My friend wasted no time standing up and retreating to the table with
the fruit bowl.  Completely naked, I bolted from the chair, hearing it
scrape across the floor as my bare feet slapped over the tiles.  I was just
ducking behind the counter when Carrie's mother walked into the kitchen. 
Our eyes met, and I froze.  Fortunately, I only had my head visible above
the countertop.

   "Hello, Erica," the red-haired woman said pleasantly.  "What an adorable
hat!"

   I was blushing all over as I answered, "Um, yes, thank you -- Carrie got
it for me."

   Turning to look at my friend, I saw that she was happily munching on the
carrot.  On the end that had so briefly touched my pussy lips.  It was like
she was indirectly eating me.  The thought made me so hot and excited, I
had to reache down with an arm and start rubbing my clitoris in a circular
motion.  I couldn't believe I was doing this, with Carrie's mother right
here in the room with us!

   "Let me see the rest of your outfit," she said, taking a step forward.

   Even Carrie's eyes went wide, and she quickly intervened.  "It's nothing
special really.  Just more or less what she had on when she came over
tonight."

   The woman looked at her own daughter and commented, "Well you certainly
look nice.  It's too bad Erica dressed down for the show -- she might be
embarrassed around those fancy people."

   "I'll be all right," I squeaked, though making sure to keep my shoulders
and the rest of my bare body below the counter.

   Suddenly Carrie started heading for the backdoor.  "Hey, Mom, I thought
I heard a noise last night -- do you think the lock was broken?"

   "Oh dear, I hope not!" her mother answered, moving closer to inspect the
door.

   I felt the cool air blow inside as my friend pushed the door open. 
While her mother had her back turned, checking to see if the lock or hinges
had been tampered with, Carrie glanced over at me sharply.  That was my cue
to get going.  Reaching up with my hands to make sure the hat was still in
place, I took a deep breath.  Then I sprung to my feet.

   Oh gosh, I was so nude -- but there was nothing I could do about it!  If
Carrie's mother turned around again, I don't know how I would explain this
crazy situation.  Well, certainly I didn't have time to dwell on the
matter. Clutching my hands to my breasts, I tiptoed out into the middle of
the kitchen, and then streaked into the hallway.

   My toes found the carpet quickly, and I did not stop, but ran toward the
front door.  My cute little butt wiggled as I fumbled with the lock on the
doorknob.  I pulled the door toward me, and hastily slipped outside.

   I dashed out onto Carrie's front yard, totally naked!

   Thankfully, it was kind of dark out, so I don't think I could have been
easily seen.  I dropped my arms to my sides, letting my nipples extend
fully and delighting in the night air enveloping my hairless body.  Even if
I cut a slim silhouette in the darkness, I thought it might be evident that
I wasn't wearing a shirt.  But looking around, I seemed that none of the
neighbors were out.  Although I did see some lights on in the houses across
the street.

   Moving quickly now, I found Carrie's car parked on the side of the
street, since her mom's SUV was in the driveway.  Of course, when I tried
the passenger side door of the vehicle, it was locked.  Frustrated, and not
thinking clearly, I scampered around the front of the car to see if the
driver's side was open.

   Bouncing on my toes as I jiggled the handle, a car came speeding down
the road in my direction.  All I could do was turn my head to look across
my shoulder, and squint in the bright headlights that flooded over my form.
The car rolled by slowly, checking out my bare ass that was completely on
display.

   "Hey, baby!" I heard some young male voices call out.

   Frightened, I ran around the rear of the car, back onto Carrie's
property and ducked down behind the passenger side.  My strawberry-blonde
friend arrived at that moment, placing a hand on my back.

   "Erica, what are you doing?" she asked, as if she was amused.

   Shivering slightly, I felt a familiar mixture of shame and excitement at
being seen.  I didn't answer, but waited for her to unlock the door for me.
I eagerly climbed inside, though I sat with my legs spread apart and hands
resting on my thighs.

   Carrie got in on her side and quickly started the ignition.  She cranked
up the heat, which was welcome and felt really good.  I reached forward and
adjusted the vent in front of me so that the warm air was blowing directly
on my shaved pussy.  Pretty soon, I was purring like a kitten.

   "Enjoying yourself?" Carrie checked the rearview mirror, then looked
over at me and smiled.

   "Oh, Carrie," I said with a bit of a whine.  "I can't believe you did
this to me!"

   My friend grinned and asked innocently, "Did what?"

   I was rubbing my pussy now as I answered, "You know -- got me completely
naked, and into your car -- and, where are we going, again?"

   "I told you, we are going to see Christa at her art show," Carrie
reminded me.

   Stretching my legs out fully, I tried to emphasize my nudity.  "Oh, but
-- how are we going to do that?"

   "I've got it all figure out," my buxom blonde friend said confidently.
"Remember right after graduation, how we went to that ice-cream parlor and
told the lady that you won an art scholarship as a nude model?"

   My eyes went wide thinking about that episode.  Turning on my side, I
pulled my legs up onto the seat.  My bare toes curled and I asked Carrie
what she was thinking.

   All she did was giggle, "It will be fun!  Outrageous, but still fun --"

   "Yes, but if I am to play the part of a model -- then I have to act
natural, and can't cover up!  And I'm still very aroused.  Won't that seem
strange?"

   With one hand on the wheel, Carrie reached over and traced a finger
along the length of my erect nipple.  "Well, you will just have to calm
yourself down before we get there, or else people will just think you get
turned on being a nude model."

   "Oh gosh," I gasped.  "That will be so embarrassing!"

   Fortunately, we had some time before we reached the estate.  I didn't
think my condition would subside anytime soon.  With Carrie so well
dressed, and me stark naked, it was hard not to remain excited.  But at
least I had some time to collect my thoughts.  We continued to drive down
Main Street, and I was so preoccupied with my situation, I didn't pay any
attention to the passing traffic.  Whether anyone got a good look at me, I
don't know, but it would hardly be more than a quick flash of my little
titties.

   Pulling onto a side street, we followed this around until it turned into
a private road.  Christa had given Carrie very precise directions, and she
was easily able to find her way to the manor.  Oh God, I hoped they didn't
have valet parking!  I could just picture some hot college-aged guy asking
to take my coat, and then finding out I didn't have any clothes on at all!
My pussy was already watering.

   Carrie handed me a tissue, patting down my crotch.  "Try to stay dry,
Erica!"

   I wish I could conceal the evidence of my arousal, but it was no use. 
My clitoris was enlarged, and because I am shaved bare, there was no hiding
it.  I just hoped nobody touched me there!

   As it turned out, parking spots had been made available, and Carrie
pulled in between two other cars.  Two really expensive looking cars, and
they were thankfully empty.  Such high class, rich people would be here, I
felt myself blushing.

   "OK, here's the plan," Carrie said suddenly.  "I'll go in first and find
Christa.  Give me some time to explain to the host --"

   "Wait!" I interrupted.  "I thought we could go in together?"

   The strawberry-blonde seemed to consider for a moment, but then said,
"No, I think it is better this way.  You need me to sort of break the ice,
lessen the shock.  Wait about five minutes, and then you can follow me
inside.  Now out of the car, Erica --"

   "But -- but," I stammered, all confused.

   Carrie had already climbed out from behind the wheel, and stepped over
to the passenger side.  She opened the door wide, waiting for me patiently.
When I crossed my legs, but otherwise made no move, she folded her arms
across her chest.

   "Really!  I can't lock the car with you sitting inside," she explained.
"And I'm not letting you have my keys!"

   Somewhat persuaded by her forceful argument, I slowly turned around to
face the taller girl.  I gently stretched a slender leg out of the car,
lowering my toes to the lawn that was neatly manicured.  Then I pulled the
rest of my body outside, hurriedly looking around to see if any other
guests were near.  I rubbed my elbows and shivered, but not from the cold.
My pussy absolutely tingled.

   Carrie closed the door behind me, and then I heard the beep of the
electronic locks.  Once more, she asked me to put my arms at my sides. 
When I did so, my nipples stuck out, long and hard.  This made her giggle,
before she stuffed her keys in her purse and began walking toward the large
house.

   "Don't get into any trouble!" she laughed as she threw her mane of red
and golden tresses over her shoulder.

   I just stood there and watched her vanish from sight.  My arms, still
dangling at my sides, trembled a little.  Oh gosh, I was completely naked
out here, and there was nothing I could do about it!  In a moment of brief
panic, I spun around and tried to jiggle the car door handle with both my
hands.  Of course, it was locked fast.

   Five minutes, Carrie had told me to wait.  I turned around again so I
could lean against the car, feeling the door panel on my bare ass. 
Although I was nervous, I casually glanced at my wrist to check the time.
But I wasn't wearing a watch!  For that matter, I didn't have any jewelry,
not even a necklace or earrings, either.  I was so, absolutely nude --
well, except for my hat.



   Erica's White Hat - Part 3

   I really wanted to touch my pussy, but thought better of it, folding my
arms over my breasts.  Already my lips were hanging out there, flapping in
the cool night breeze.  I figured if I at least dried up a bit, it wouldn't
be that bad.  Since I didn't know exactly what time it was, after another
moment, I decided to head toward the mansion.

   Walking through the grass, I found myself arching up on my tiptoes as I
moved forward.  Maybe with my lack of shoes, I was self-conscious about
wanting to appear taller.  Or else I feared the short blades of grass would
tickle the bottoms of my bare feet too much.  The result was that I left my
cute little behind sticking out and wiggling with each step, as I clutched
my hands to cover my tits.

   As I approached the building, I wasn't sure what to expect.  This was
such a rich, stately place, that I wouldn't have been surprised to find
armed guards frisking the guests as they entered.  How embarrassing that
would be, them in their uniforms and me strolling in totally bare.  Of
course, they would still have to pat me down, just to be safe -- their
hands roaming over my nineteen-year-old body -- fingers spreading apart my
pink labia and pressing my clitoris --

   "Oh!" I gasped, realizing that I was about to get carried away with my
fantasy!

   Looking around, I saw that I had left the surrounding landscaped lawn
and stepped onto the gravel and asphalt of the wide circle driveway.  There
were lampposts brightly lit along the way.  Had I been about to masturbate,
I would have been on full display for anyone watching from inside the
house! Quickly, I cupped my hands over my bald crotch and skipped ahead
toward the marble portico.

   Thankfully, there was no one else around.  No other guests arriving at
the same time, and as it turned out, no guards armed or otherwise,
stationed at the doors.  Reaching these, I paused to admire their rich
mahogany finish, running my hand along the surface.  The doors had double
brass handles and gold leaf trimming.  This place really was fancy! 
Instinctively, I reached out to push the doorbell button.

   Upon hearing the chimes ring out, I felt a sudden rush of embarrassment
about this outrageous entrance I was about to make.  Blushing all over, I
scrunched down at the foot of the door, balancing on my toes while I hugged
knees to my chest.

   As soon as I turned my head to glance over my shoulder, the wide doors
opened.

   "Yes, may I help -- you?"

   An older man, balding and with a thin moustache, stood in the doorway.
He was wearing a black tuxedo and white gloves.  At first, I imagine he had
looked straight ahead, and it must have appeared no one was standing there.
But it didn't take long for his imperious gaze to fall on my huddled form
at his feet.

   Before he could say anything, I popped up so I could stand and face him,
arms at my sides.  I don't know why I did this, but something in the back
of my mind remembered that I was not supposed to act too bashful.  So
instead, my hard nipples stuck straight out, pointing accusingly at the
gentleman.  There was no doubt that I was excited.  My chin trembled a
little.  I was so embarrassed!

   He was actually quite a distinguished looking gentleman, very tall, at
least a foot taller than me.  Somehow I felt like a child beneath his
authoritative scrutiny.  This only made me spread my legs apart further and
stand up on my toes, revealing everything.  At least I pretended to look
past him, as if I was searching for my friends in the room beyond.  But I
noticed as his eyes swept past my naked, nubile body, the man remained calm
and collected.

   "You must be the art model that the young lady was telling us about," he
said, almost without any reaction at all.  "Erica, I believe?"

   As he arched a salt and pepper eyebrow, I wondered if he knew my secret,
that this was all a ruse.  "Um, yes, that's me.  I'm Erica --"

   "I would offer to take your coat, but --" the butler said smoothly. 
"May I take your hat, instead?"

   Immediately, I reached up with both my hands to touch my soft white hat,
the only piece of clothing I was wearing!  "No -- no, that's all right --
thank you!"

   He then turned from the doorway, and gestured for me to follow him. 
With his back toward me, I brought my hands down to cover my mouth in
disbelief.  I couldn't believe I was doing this!  Here I was, in some
stranger's very large home, and I was stark naked!  What would the guests
think of me?  Well, I had no choice now, but to trail behind the gentleman
on my bare toes, my cute little ass bouncing with each step.

   I led down a brief hallway, and then turned a corner where I was shown
into a sweeping ballroom.  This was where the art gallery had been set up.
The manservant left me on my own to walk through the wide-open archway.  As
I scanned the spacious chamber, I thought I counted maybe fifty or more
people gathered about; mingling, engaged in conversation, or looking at
some display of paintings.

   There was a clink of wine glasses -- oh no!  And now I saw other young
men and women dressed in white jackets and black trousers, the caterers
walking around with cheese samples or other appetizers.  My lip trembling,
I stretched my leg forward to walk into the room.  Leaving the rich carpet,
my toes felt the coolness of the waxed hardwood floor, as smooth as my
shaved pussy.  I think I shuddered a little, and fought back the urge to
have an orgasm.

   Five steps into the fancy chamber, and it seemed all eyes fell upon me.
There were some gasps, I think, but no one cried out.  I took another step
forward.  My eyes were round as I turned my head, looking straight at
people who were looking at me.  And I was bare nude!  My heart pounded in
my chest, but I kept my arms at my sides.  I didn't know how long I could
stand everyone just staring at me!

   Then Carrie rushed over to me, taking my hand, and said out loud, "Oh,
Erica!  You made it!  Christa will be so pleased.  Come with me, there's
some people I want you to meet."

   I said nothing, but allowed Carrie to drag me through the ballroom,
passing groups of people who took note of my naked body.  My free arm swung
casually at my other side, although I had to clench my little fist.  All
the way toward the end of the chamber she brought me, where there was a
huge fireplace and mantle.  Our friend Christa was there, talking to a
gentleman in a sports jacket and a ponytail, and maybe three other guests.

   "Ah, the college Art model!" the man said, peering over the rim of
round-lens tinted glasses.

   My fingers drummed nervously on my bare thigh.  I really wanted to move
my hand to cover my pussy.  But instead, I just let it sit out there, silky
lips very pronounced.  Reaching out my other hand, he took my fingers and
kissed them delicately.  All at once, I felt sexy and horny, and ashamed
that I could do nothing to hide my aroused body parts.

   "Delighted to meet you, Erica," he continued, but then suddenly dropped
my hand so that he could make a frame with his thumbs and forefingers. 
"That is just too perfect!  The way the hat sets on your head -- your face
-- your figure -- incredible!"

   Remarkably, I managed to keep from having an orgasm right on the spot,
despite blushing fiercely.  "Thank you --"

   The artist then turned to my college friend.  "Christa, darling, why
don't you have any pictures displayed with this exquisite model?"

   It seemed it took a moment for Christa to speak, but then she answered,
"I haven't actually painted Erica --"

   "Well, this is a crime that most be corrected!" the eccentric man said
with a gesture and flourish.

   Just as quickly, he turned and darted off in a different direction.  The
other guests had also gradually dispersed, momentarily leaving me with my
friends, Carrie and Christa.

   "Oh -- my -- God!" the art student finally exclaimed.  "I can't believe
you did this!  You're.  like, standing here -- in front of everyone --
naked!"

   "Carrie made me do it!" I said in self-defense, although the admission
of being dominated only added to my humiliation.

   The strawberry-blonde smiled, and walked around me, keeping her hands to
herself in this public setting.  "That's right, a bet's a bet, Erica.  At
least it seems, Garth likes you."

   "Who's Garth?" I asked, looking shyly over my shoulder to see guests
pointing at my ass.

   "Garth Bucchanan -- Only the hottest and most up and coming painter in
the art world!" Christa said emphatically.  "You certainly got him to
notice you!"

   I thought a heard a tone of jealousy in our friend's voice.  Like maybe
I was taking the attention away from her.  Well, it wasn't my fault!  It's
not like I wanted to stroll into a public gallery totally nude.  I clasped
my hands behind my back, feeling helpless.

   "Look at you, you're not even trying to cover up!" Christa continued,
accusingly.

   "But --" I started to try to explain this was just part of the act, and
I had to go along with it.

   Too late, the young art student stormed off to another side of the
ballroom where her paintings were displayed.  I had to admit, with her long
auburn hair streaming out behind her, she looked adorable when she as
angry. Especially in her short black skirt, tights, and glasses.  Licking
my lips, I secretly grazed a nipple with my finger.

   "Somebody's thinking dirty thoughts," Carrie teased, standing next to me
and pointed at my crotch.

   I looked down at myself and then back at my friend.  "Ohmygosh, Carrie!
My clitoris is sticking out of its hood!  Can't I please cover up -- maybe
I could hold my hat in front of my pussy?"

   "Now how would that look," the strawberry-blonde said, shaking her head.
"You will remain wearing the hat -- on your head!  But now that you mention
it, I am kind of thirsty."

   At that moment, Carrie raised her arm and called over one of the
catering staff, a handsome young man who had a tray of champagne glasses.
All I could do was watch, with my hands at my side, as he approached to
bring us our drinks.  I did lift one leg a little, so I could rub my bare
toes behind my other leg.  When the guy stood right in front of us, I tried
not to make direct eye contact.  I was so embarrassed!  But as Carrie took
two glasses in her hands, I stole a glance to see he was looking up and
down my body.  As he slowly backed away, there was a definite bulge in his
pants.  I guess at least that made two of us erect.

   "Here, have one of these," Carrie said, pushing a glass into my fingers.
"You look a little overheated, Erica."

   Instead of responding, I took a quick gulp of the champagne.  It was
delicious!  Chilled and refreshing, and made me feel all tingly.  Boy did
my body respond!  I arched up on my toes and tossed my head back, feeling
my skin flush a nice rosy pink.  My nipples were so hard, they pointed
toward the vaulted ceiling above.  Taking another sip, I did feel somewhat
more relaxed.

   "There, that's better!" Carrie giggled.  "Now go ahead and mingle with
some of the guests --"

   As my friend turned to walk away, I reached out an arm, "Wait!  Don't
leave me!"

   But the tall young woman just continued to move across the room, and I
really didn't want to make a spectacle by chasing after her.  So I was by
myself again.  In a room with almost a hundred people, and I was totally
nude.  It was like one of my biggest fantasies, but also frightening at the
same time.  I took another drink, emptying my glass.

   Well, this was supposed to be an art gallery, I figured I might as well
look at some paintings!  I turned around slowly, knowing that everyone was
watching me from the corner of their eyes.  So I bravely began to walk the
room, one arm cradling my other elbow, as I leisurely strolled over the
floor on my bare toes.  My butt cheeks clenched, feeling the stare of
strangers looking at my ass.  One side of the room was not that crowded,
and I gravitated in this direction.

   I tried to appear interested in the painting in front of which I stood.
Even bending down a little to get a closer look, although I'm afraid this
only left more of my genitalia visible from behind.  Straightening myself
again, I rubbed the empty champagne glass against my lip.

   "You look like you could use a refill," came the voice a woman looming
up beside me.

   She startled me, and I almost jumped.  "Oh!  I'm sorry -- um, yes, that
would be nice."

   The lady was beautiful, tall and nicely figured, with jet black hair
that fell over her bare shoulders, as she wore a strapless cocktail dress.
She also had fashionable black-rimmed glasses, but these only contributed
to her elegance, intelligence, and sophistication.  At once, I felt
intimidated being a silly naked nineteen-year-old college student.  But she
took my glass, and handed me a fresh drink, putting me a little more at
ease.

   "I can see why you were chosen for this assignment," she said while
evaluating my body.  "You carry your nudity with a natural grace, not often
seen among models.  Although it is not usual for models to exhibit such
obvious displays of sexual arousal --"



   Erica's White Hat - Part 4

   My mouth hung open for a moment and I thought I would die of shame. 
"But -- it's just -- a little chilly in here, that's all!"

   The woman, however, was not inclined to believe me.  She reached out and
ran her finger along the length of my very long, very hard nipple!  I
nearly dropped my drink to the floor.

   "Mmmmm!" I closed my eyes and moaned.

   With a soft chuckle of satisfaction, the lady continued, "It's all
right, dear, I understand.  I know why you did this tonight.  You are
really quite an ordinary girl.  Wearing clothes, I can't imagine you ever
standing out.  Your breasts are too small, but when you are nude, no one
notices and they compliment your petite frame.  The erection of your
nipples also helps compensate for the lack of size.  And the shaved pubis,
giving an unobstructed view of your most womanly features, makes you at
least an interesting subject.  But fully dressed, you are hardly more than
a little girl."

   I stood there the whole time with my eyes closed, fighting back tears.
It was so humiliating to be addressed like this.  The truth in what she was
trying to say was so hard.  I wasn't a model at all.  Just an ordinary girl
seeking attention.  But the odd thing was that her talking about me this
way also turned me on!  I kept hoping this strange beautiful woman would
continue to caress my breasts, maybe finger my pussy, or even spank my
bottom!

   And then a male hand on my shoulder caused me to open my eyes.

   "Erica!" said the artist known as Garth.  "I would like to speak with
you for a moment."

   Taking a sip of my champagne, I looked hesitantly at the woman who had
been critical of me.  She gave a small nod of her head, a brief smile, and
then offered to take my half-empty glass.

   "I suppose she may have some potential," the lady said with cool regard
before turning to walk away.

   With both arms now dangling at my sides, Garth lifted his hand to gently
cup my little chin.  In this way, he proceeded to lead me across the room,
in full view of everybody!  All I could do was follow after, bare feet
slapping over the hardwood floor.  He took me to another painting, which he
explained in great detail.

   Then the man turned to me and said, "You have such a delightful figure,
Erica!  Yet also possess a vision of erotic beauty.  Really, it's a quality
I have not found in a model in a very long time.  I would like you to sit
for me --"

   "Um, I don't know," I stammered, blushing.  Clasping my hands behind my
back, he got a good long look at my tits and pussy.  "You really want me to
pose for you?  But where, when?"

   "Next week," Garth explained, "I have been invited as a guest instructor
at the local high school.  I would like you to model for the students in
the advance art class.  You might even thinking of it as a home coming, of
sorts."

   My eyes went wide at the very thought.  He was expecting me to return to
my old high school and participate in a life drawing class?  The idea made
me shiver, and I had to plant my feet flat on the floor with legs
shoulder-width apart, to keep my balance.  This of course left my bare
labia hanging out.  But I was more worried, what if some one found out, who
knew that I never received an art model scholarship to college?

   "OK, I'll do it," I said softly, although I could hardly believe the
words were my own.

   Part of me realized that my concern about being discovered was probably
unnecessary.  I mean, it had been a year and a half since I graduated, so
who would remember?  And what did it matter if I got a scholarship or not,
since this artist had chose me to be the model.  Maybe the students would
think I just needed the money.

   "You will be well compensated," Garth said to my agreement, as if he was
reading my mind.  "The only request I ask is that you bring that adorable
hat.  It is perfect on you!"

   I blushed at the compliment, blushed thinking about all those horny
students seeing me.  I imagined there would be boys and girls in the class.
This well-known and important artist then took down my phone number, and I
felt like a schoolgirl who had been asked on a date.  Biting my lip, I
moved closer to him, wondering if he wanted to have sex with me, or if he
knew I was a virgin.

   Just like that, then, Garth said he would contact me later in the week
to confirm.  He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before heading off to
engage another group of guests in the ballroom.  I was a little breathless,
and somewhat dizzy from the champagne.  Spotting Carrie's mane of
strawberry-blonde hair, I ran stark naked through the gallery, breasts and
bottom bouncing.

   "Carrie!  We have to go now," I said, clutching the arm of my friend.

   She had been entertaining a group of old men, and they certainly didn't
mind the opportunity to view me up close.

   "What's the matter, Erica?" she grinned.

   Pulling her aside, I whispered, "I feel like I'm going to explode!  If
we don't leave now, I'm afraid I'm going to do something really
embarrassing --"

   Carrie paused to consider for a moment, and then glanced in a direction
toward the center of the room.  "There was an interesting piece of abstract
sculpture on a pedestal over there.  Kind of phallic shaped, smooth and
hard.  You could probably use that object to get yourself off --"

   "Please don't make me do that!" I squeaked.

   My friend regarded me, taking a moment to brush her fingers down my hair
that stuck out of the sides of the white hat.  "But you would do that,
wouldn't you, Erica?  If I asked you to, you would play with yourself in
the middle of the room, in front of everybody -- even using a piece of
decorative art."

   I could already feel an orgasm building between my legs as I answered,
"I don't know.  I think so --"

   "That is so hot!" Carrie giggled, and took me by the hand.  "OK, let's
go home."

   Amazingly, I did not climax during the ride home.  Although my skin felt
so alive, I couldn't banish the memory of all those people seeing me naked.
I touched myself quite a bit, but still did not cum.  We arrived at
Carrie's house well after her mother had gone to bed.  My friend waited
patiently as I got dressed again, and then drove me straight to my house.

   I ran to my bedroom and stripped down.  Atop the comfort of my sheets, I
masturbated furiously, in a variety of positions, multiple times.  Biting
my pillow to stifle the screaming orgasms, I spent the whole night thinking
about Garth and modeling for my high school.  In the morning, I had to
shyly bring my sheets to the laundry-mat.

   * * * * *

   It was on a Thursday of the following week that I had to prepare for my
appearance.  I was thankful to be in between college semesters, and didn't
have any classes.  But the days couldn't go by fast enough!  I was so
excited, and scared to death.  Finally, I had to confide in Carrie that
Garth had asked me to pose for him, for real.  She of course thought it was
an awesome idea, and said she wished I had done something like this when we
were still in school.  I just hoped she didn't tell anyone else.

   Unsure of how to dress for a life-drawing class, I simply put on some
jeans and a jacket, and sneakers that would be easy to slip off.  And I
wore the soft white knit hat, which had been how Garth insisted on wanting
to paint me.  As I checked my reflection in the window of the car, I
realized that I didn't look much different from the students.  Hopefully, I
would at least pass for a senior.

   It was a bright sunny day, uncharacteristically warm upon my arrival at
the school.  I had brought a large empty tote bag, slung over one shoulder
as I walked briskly up to the building.  Finding myself on familiar school
property, a flood of memories washed over me.  I had to pause at the doors,
thinking about the many incidents that had occurred, bringing me such shame
and pleasure.  God, I hoped no one remembered me!  I grabbed a pair of
sunglasses just to be sure.

   The first thing I had to do was report to the main office.  I moved
quickly, passing students and faculty without a remark.  It was the middle
of the day, as the advanced art class was scheduled in the afternoon. 
Making my way to the door, I stepped up to the wide desk that ran the width
of the room.

   "Is it too bright in here?" the secretary asked when she finally looked
up and noticed me.  "Please don't wear sunglasses indoors, young lady."

   Fumbling to get them off my face, I said nervously, "Oops -- sorry!  It
was just, you know, very sunny outside."

   "And what were you doing outside?" she continued to eye me suspiciously,
"when you should be in class?"

   I realized that this secretary thought I was a student!  "Oh, I don't go
to school here -- I attend the local college.  Today, I am assisting Mr. 
Buchannan."

   "Really," the lady answered, either unimpressed or not believing me.

   I looked apprehensively over at the door to the Principal's office,
which was closed.  If anyone would remember me, especially how I graduated,
it would be him.  After a moment of tense, awkward silence, the secretary
told me I could find the art class up on the third floor.

   Thanking her, I collected my bag and shuffled back into the hallway. 
The bell had rung, and now students were sweeping through the corridor.  I
started to press my way through the crowd, figuring that I would have to
mix with them as I went up the stairs.  But then I remembered I wasn't in a
hurry to get to class.  I could wait until the next period started and it
was quiet, and take my time.

   Standing with my back to the wall, I watched the boys and girls make
their way through the school.  So many memories, thinking back to just a
few years ago.  Suddenly, some guy came walking over, and leaned against
the wall next to me.  He was taller than me, and I thought maybe he was
seventeen or eighteen-years-old.  Easily, he could have been in only a
class or two lower than me.

   "Hey," he said, when I didn't look in his direction.

   I wanted to ignore him, but finally answered, "Um, hi --"

   "Hey," he repeated, bobbing his head up and down.  "You just transfer
here?"

   Oh thank goodness this guy didn't recognize me!  As such, and feeling
more confident, I replied, "I'll have you know, that I am a college
student."

   "No shit?" he said, eyeing me up and down.  "Like a student-teacher or
something?"

   That actually made me giggle, and I told him, "Something like that.  I'm
actually here to help a guest instructor, Garth Buchannan."

   "Oh, cool, up in the art classroom!  I can show you how to get there --"


   I was about to tell him that I knew the way, but then realized that I
need not divulge that I had gone to school here.  So I motioned with my arm
for him to lead the way, and together we headed for the stairs.  Along the
way, I learned that his name was Bradley.  When we reached the third floor,
the classroom was only a couple of doors down the hall.  I expected him to
depart company to go wherever else he needed to be.  But to my surprise, he
followed me right into the room.

   It was then that I noticed he carried a large sketchpad.  Looking inside
once I stepped through the doorway, I saw the class was packed, thirty-five
or forty people maybe.  And Bradley was one of the art students! 
Anxiously, I lifted my hands to adjust the white hat above my brow.

   "Cool hat," the young man commented, before he went to find an available
seat.

   I let my gaze drift to the other side of the classroom, and there found
Garth chatting with some of the other young men and women in the class.  He
was wearing a black turtleneck sweater, with his round tinted glasses and
ponytail, looking totally hip.  Seeing me enter, the artist waved me over.

   "Erica!  I'm delighted you could join us," he called out.  "I was
wondering when you would show your pretty face."

   Blushing as I crossed the distance between us, I mumbled, "Didn't expect
the class to start so soon --"

   "Oh, I've had a great turn out all day," Garth explained.  "A lot of
interest from this school.  But the other classes were not as exciting as
this one will be.  I think we have some truly talented artists in this
room."

   He then introduced me to the class, and I gave a little wave.  I
reminded myself that I shouldn't act too shy, especially as I was about to
bare all.  Considering that, I looked about the crowded classroom, and then
turned to the guest instructor.

   "Um, Garth, is there some place I can go -- to get ready?"

   Erica's White Hat - Part 5

   The man arched an eyebrow curiously, and said, "Well, if you would like
to freshen up, or need some privacy, I believe the girls restroom is
outside, further down the hall."

   "Oh, but --" I brought my hand to my mouth in surprise.  "That would
mean walking all the way back here.  Isn't there any accommodations in the
classroom?"

   Garth seemed at a loss for words, but a girl in the front row corner
nearest to us spoke up.  "There is a supply closet behind you.  It's not
very big, it's where we keep smocks and easels and stuff.  I think there's
a mirror in there."

   I immediately turned around and spied a door in the corner of the front
of the classroom.  With my bag in tote, I hurriedly opened it up and
stepped inside.  For a minute there, I thought I was going to have to strip
in front of the entire class!  Although perhaps this was not much better.
Reaching up, I pulled on a string, which turned on the single light bulb
above.  It was pretty cozy in this closet all right, but I did have some
elbowroom.

   The first thing I did was to remove my sneakers.  I found a little stool
that I was able to sit down on and pull the shoes of my feet.  I wasn't
wearing socks today.  Placing my footwear at the bottom of the bag, I stood
up again so I could take off my light jacket.  With this discarded, I
nimbly went to work on the buttons of my shirt.  One, two, three, they were
undone, allowing me to peel the fabric off my shoulders.

   I didn't bother to wear a bra, either, so I was now topless.  Feeling my
nipples harden in the relatively warm room, I thought, Oh God it's
happening already!  But I had given my promise, and so biting my lip, I
proceeded to pull down my pants.  These, along with my shirt and jacket, I
folded and placed in the tote bag.  One more item, and I would be nude.

   Shaking my head, I thought, how do I talk myself into these things! 
Self-consciously, I rubbed my stomach, tracing a finger around my
bellybutton.  My tummy, while fluttering with butterflies, was slim and
sexy so I had nothing to worry about.  But I really wished my breasts were
larger.  These high-school girls had bigger tits than me!  Taking a deep
breath, I slowly lowered my underwear, letting them fall to my bare ankles.
I then stepped out of them, reached down, and tossed them into the bag.

   On the back of the closed door was hung a full-length mirror, just like
the student said.  I blushed seeing my naked reflection.  Instead of
looking at my bald pussy, or checking out my ass, I crouched down a little
so that I could make sure my hat was on straight.  I guess I did have a
pretty face.  And the hat did look adorable.  So, after taking a deep
breath, I pulled the door slowly toward me.  Just open enough to stick my
head out in view of the class.

   "I'm --.  I'm ready, Mr.  Buchannan," I said softly.

   "That's good," Garth answered with a smile.  "I believe you have kept us
all waiting in breathless anticipation!"

   That got an appreciative chuckle from the class.  It also made me lower
my own eyes, and I think I was blushing.  Had to act natural, I kept
reminding myself, as I stood up on my toes.  Finally, I pushed the door all
the way open so I could walk out into the front of the classroom.

   I walked out, with arms at my side, completely naked.  Full frontal
nudity.  Immediately I was aware of my nipples sticking out.  I tried not
to make direct eye contact with any of the students.  There was a gasp, I
think, and then maybe a giggle?  I must have been hearing things.  They
would all be very polite.  This was the advanced art class after all.  But
these were still hormone driven teenagers.  And I was just a regular
nineteen-year-old girl, standing here bare ass nude.

   Turning around to face Garth, everyone got a look at my cute little
bottom.  I didn't know how a model was supposed to act!  Should I be more
discreet?  I really felt like a student who had just taken off her clothes
and ran into class.  Which is exactly what I had done.  All I could do now
was stand there with my ass on display, showing the teacher my tits and
hairless pussy.

   "Where would like me to go?" I asked, breaking the stillness of the
room.

   Garth took a moment to answer, almost as if he had to clear his throat.
"This seat will do, Erica."

   He indicated a black-cushioned stool set up in the front of the
classroom, not more then five feet before the first row of students.  As I
turned to walk over to take my place, I noticed him wash a hand over his
face.  Was he nervous?  I sat down, and crossed my legs demurely.

   "Erica is a nude model at the college," Garth stepped forward to address
the class.  "She is very -- gifted.  This is simply the way she expresses
herself, the setting in which she is most at ease.  Even though we will be
working on just a portrait today, I trust you will all keep your focus and
not let your eyes wander --"

   As the students chuckled and giggled, my own eyes went wide.  A
portrait! Then he had never intended for me to pose in the nude!  That was
why Garth insisted that I wear the hat!  Ohmygosh, I had just stripped
naked and was totally bare in front of these high school students for no
reason!  I didn't know what to do -- I couldn't get up and run, but I was
so embarrassed!  This must have been quite a shock for the class.

   "Chin up," Garth said gently as he moved to my side and lifted my head a
little higher.

   His glasses lowered on the bridge of his nose, I looked into his eyes
briefly, and then stared straight ahead.  He then asked that I bring my
fingertips to my shoulders.  When I didn't move, the artist took my hands
and positioned them accordingly.  I believe my nipples grew even longer as
he touched me!

   "I'm sorry, Erica," Garth then said crouching in front of me.  "I didn't
expect you to give us the full treatment today -- but I need to pose you
correctly to give the best vantage point for the students.  May I?"

   My lip trembled a little, but I made no sound.  At least, I did not
protest, which the teacher took to mean I did not refuse.  He put his
strong hands on my bare thigh -- it felt so good!  But then Garth reached
down and took my foot and little toes in his other hand.  Very lightly, he
lifted and uncrossed my legs.  He separated them, my legs spread apart,
letting my heels rest on the foot of the stool.  I still had my hands
frozen, fingertips touching my shoulders.  Garth put his hands on my slim
waist, pulling me closer to the edge of the seat.

   He stood up, turned back to face the classroom.  I was left sitting
there with my long nipples protruding, my pussy open, and clit sticking
out! I thought I would die of shame.  But to these students, it was all in
the name of art, so I just played along like this was perfectly natural.

   Almost numb, I could barely hear the sounds of pencils being scratched
across sketchbooks.  I guess it was good they were just focusing on my
face. Maybe I could try to relax a little.  But after a while, Garth would
stand behind me, placing his hand on my bare back, making me stay sitting
straight.  His touch heightened the awareness of my nudity, making me wet.
I hoped the students in the front row didn't notice the moisture collecting
on the black cushion between my legs.  They would think I was a slut!  Some
of them probably already did, since I had totally shaved my pussy.

   I tried not to concentrate too much on my nudity.  But as my eyes roamed
across the room, I couldn't help but catch a knowing smirk or a wink, or
even a disapproving frown.  Yet all the while, the students continued to
work.  There were some using pencil or chalk, some painting on canvases.  A
couple of times, Garth would turn my head at a different angle, but always
leaving my body as it was, on complete display.  The remainder of the
class, he would walk around instructing, making points about light and
shadow, which I eventually lost interest in.  All I knew was that I wanted
to cum!

   Finally, after I don't know how long, the students began to gather their
things and leave the room.  Was it over already?  I think my mind had
drifted for most of the period, lost in an erotic daze.  Now, I was afraid
to move, that I might show more evidence of my arousal.  I did relax my
arms a little, bringing them down, but still sat forward with my tiny tits
sticking out.  The boys and girls walked past me on their way out,
thankfully, none of them stopping to chat with me.  Not even Bradley.

   When it was only Garth and I left in the room, I bounced to my toes and
rushed over to the artist.  My pointy nipples quivered in anticipation, my
pussy puckered out waiting to be played with.  I reached out to bring my
hand to his chest, but he caught my wrist firmly.

   "You are not a nude model, are you, Erica --" he said softly.

   Eyes wide, I blushed from head to toe.  Just like that, the ruse was
over.  He saw through everything.  No loner a fine art model, I was now
just a nineteen-year-old college girl without any clothes on.  Oh God, I
was so embarrassed because if it weren't for this act, he would not be
seeing me completely naked!

   "What -- what do you mean?" I asked, trying to hold together a shred of
dignity.

   Garth smiled, he was not angry, maybe only disappointed.  "You put up a
good front last week, Erica, no pun intended.  You really carried yourself
well.  I never intended for you to pose nude in front of these students, or
I would have asked you directly.  But your willingness to be naked, and
your body's reaction, lead me to believe this was all experimental for
you."

   "I'm sorry," I whispered.  "It's not like that --"

   Putting a finger to my lips, he said, "It's all right.  You were very
brave to go through with this.  And I'm sure the students were able to
capture some incredible emotion on your face.  I'll leave you some time to
yourself, so you can get dressed, and --"

   His voice trailed off.  I think he meant if I wanted to be alone to
masturbate, he would give me all the privacy I needed.  That was thoughtful
of him, but also very humiliating!  I guess he understood.  I watched as he
collected some things, and then left the classroom.  Closing my eyes, I
took a deep breath and let out a sigh.

   "Hello, Erica!" came a female voice I recognized from college.

   It was Christa, standing in front of me!  She was dressed in a black
sweater and designer jeans.  Her long auburn tresses fell about her
shoulders, as she peered at me through sleek glasses perched on her cute
little nose.  She looked preppy, but also kind of hot.  Or maybe it was
just me, standing here naked.  I rubbed my arms, brushing the toes of one
foot behind my bare leg.

   "Christa!  What are you doing here?" I asked in surprise.

   The college art student folded her arms and continued to evaluate my
body.  "Well, Erica, I was told that you would be coming to the high school
today, to show off in front of Garth again."

   "No!  He invited me to come --" I squeaked, and immediately clasped both
hands over my pussy, seeing her eye my engorged lips accusingly.

   "And did you?" Christa asked, referring to the play on words.

   I shook my head shyly.  "No -- not yet."

   The young lady smiled and said, "Then this should be interesting."

   I could only watch as she started to walk around, to the corner in the
front of the classroom.  She found the supply closet door and disappeared
inside.  A second later, she returned, holding my tote bag.

   "Are these all your clothes?" Christa moved in front of me.  She was not
much taller, but at least she had shoes on!

   "Yes, please --" I started to reach out for the bag.

   Christa pulled my belongings away and instead said, "Take off your hat."


   "My hat?" I asked, reaching up my hands to touch the soft knit cap. 
"But Carrie got it for me, and I like it.  And it's -- the only thing I'm
wearing!"

   "Only thing you were wearing," Christa corrected.  "Now take it off!"

   Well, I didn't want to take my chances getting her upset.  She already
suspected I had been stealing all the attention from her.  I pulled the
white hat off my head, and swept my arm down to hold it in front of my
crotch.  With my other hand, I brushed out my hair, shaking loose my brown
locks.  Except for my eyebrows, the only hair on my body.

   Christa held open the bag with the rest of my clothes.  "Drop it in
here."

   I did as I was told, truly discarding my last article of clothing.  Now
I felt my exposure and embarrassment was complete.  I let my arms fall to
my sides, showing all my pink parts.

   "Look at the size of your clitoris, Erica!" the girl gasped.  "But
Carrie is right.  You do look adorable when you've been stripped and left
totally naked."

   Her words reminding me of my erect clit, I could feel it sticking out of
its hood, and I separated my legs slightly.  Rolling my eyes toward the
ceiling, I couldn't bear to look at her seeing me like this.  I really just
wanted her to touch me, and bring me to sweet orgasm.

   Suddenly, I heard the sound of her footsteps -- walking away!  I lowered
my eyes to watch Christa drift toward the open classroom door.  For a
moment I froze, uncomprehending that she was taking my clothes with her. 
Then I cupped a hand over my pussy, and tiptoed after the young lady.

   "Christa, no!" I whispered.  "What are you doing?"

   She did not answer, but proceeded to walk right out into the hallway, my
bag slung over her shoulder.  It was late in the day, probably the last
period, if I recalled.  Many of the Senior students would have gone home.
The corridor was momentarily deserted, and with this being the Art wing,
not too many students would be roving about.  I brought my other arm across
my breasts, to hide the erection of my nipples, leaving the classroom
completely bare.

   "Come on, Christa, this isn't funny --" I pleaded, my feet cold on the
floor.

   The college girl turned around so she could face me, while walking
backwards.  "Oh, this isn't about a prank, Erica.  This is about --
revenge!"

   Anxiously, I looked over my shoulder.  Then I ran nude down the hallway.
It was hard, trying to keep myself covered, but I had to run just to keep
up.  I could feel my bottom bouncing playfully, as my unfolded labia
wiggled in the palm of my hand.

   "What's the matter," Christa stopped to tease me.  "Don't you want to
stay in the classroom and wait for Garth to return?  Or maybe someone else
will come along and want to play with you.  Are you afraid more people will
get to see your nude little body?"

   "Yes," I answered, approaching the girl shyly.

   Christa walked around me slowly, placing a hand on my smooth ass.  "But
just a little while ago, you were sitting naked in front of fifty high
school students, with your legs spread open."

   "But I was only pretending to be an art model," I tried to explain.  "If
I'm caught now, running through the school like this, I will have no
excuse. It will be so embarrassing!"

   The twenty-year-old girl came to stand in front of me again.  She took
my arms in her hands, gently moving them out of the way, and I didn't give
much resistance.  She cupped one of my small firm breasts, easing her thumb
across the elongated nipple.  I closed my eyes and gasped with pleasure.

   "So you're really not an exhibitionist, Erica?  You truly are shy and
bashful," She was actually playing with my tits in the middle of the school
hallway.  "But it turns you on, too!"

   "Uh-huh," I confessed, wishing she would lower her fingers and finish me
off.

   And then, she stopped touching me.  I opened my eyes to see Christa
smiling, as she backed away, further down the corridor.  I just stood
there, naked and desperate, with everything hanging out.

   "Come on, Erica, I want you to streak the high school!"

   Erica's White Hat - Part 6

   With that statement, the auburn-haired college girl waved the bag and
jogged past some empty classrooms.  I had no choice but to follow her!  I
mean, she had all my clothes.  Not really covering up, I had one hand
resting lightly on my tummy while my other arm flailed at my side, bare
feet slapping over the tiles.  She rounded a corner, and as I reached the
edge of the wall, I hesitated.

   This hallway had rooms with closed doors.  I wasn't sure, but there
could be classes going on inside.  Christa was careful to be quiet, and she
slowed her pace to stroll casually down the center of the corridor.  The
tote bag swung merrily at her side.  Glancing over her shoulder, she winked
at me from behind her sexy glasses.

   I hurried to try to catch up with her.  Why couldn't she just give me my
clothes back?  Or at least let me run around in my underwear.  Halfway
through the corridor, Christa dashed to one side, toward one of the rooms.
She peered through the rectangular window for a minute, and then to my
surprise, she pushed the door wide open.

   I heard voices coming from the classroom!  At the last second, I jumped
over to the wall, on the same side as the open doorway.  My ass was pressed
against the cold metal lockers and I arched up on my bare toes.  Arms held
straight at my sides, I spread my fingers in shock.  Then I heard a male
teacher talking to Christa.

   "I'm applying to start my student teaching here," she explained to him,
standing just a few feet away from me, in front of the door.  "Could you
tell me which way is the Main Office?"

   There was a titter of laughter from the students, and then the teacher
replied, "Well the Main Office is on the first floor, Miss.  On the other
side of the building.  Would you like me to send a student with you to show
you the way?"

   Ohmygosh!  As I stood there right outside the classroom, my nipples
pointed out like darts.  No, no -- they were sticking up at the ceiling,
they were so hard!  And I was getting wet down there, too!

   "Um, that's OK," Christa finally said.  "I think I can find my way."

   The teacher then answered, "All right, but you can leave the door open.
We've finished our exam in here."

   I watched as the college girl waved and began moving down the hallway
again.  Inside the room to my left, I heard papers shuffling, desks and
chairs moving about.  Christa turned around and beckoned me with a finger.
I shook my head silently.  But she only grinned, waving the bag of clothes
in front of me.

   Thinking back, I probably could have turned around and gone the other
direction.  But that seemed like it would take too long, and I might run
into more people.  Besides, I had to follow Christa.  It was like since she
had all my clothes, she controlled me.  If I sidestepped across the hall,
the class might see my bare behind.  So I faced forward and grabbed my tits
and chased after Christa.

   Fortunately I don't think anyone heard the naked girl running past the
open classroom.  I certainly didn't stop to look back!  I couldn't believe
I was running through my old high school in the middle of the afternoon,
naked as the day I was born.  All my bits were waving in the air, and
danced excitedly as I rounded the corner and nearly crashed into Christa.

   She put her hands on my slender hips and held me at arms length. 
"School is going to let out soon, Erica.  Maybe we should make a trip to
the Main Office, and pay the Principal a visit!"

   "No!" I squealed.  "He already caught me naked, on the day of
Graduation. I can't imagine what he would think if he saw me in college
now, but still nude!"

   Christa regarded me curiously, even raised an eyebrow.  "Um, that sounds
like a fun story I have to hear.  Maybe we could keep chatting in the
hallway until the bell rings.  Then all the students will scramble to their
lockers and find you waiting here --"

   "No, please!" I squeaked again, moving closer so that my toes touched
her shoes.

   "Wow, Erica, you're really turned on by this," she observed.  "Catch me
if you can!"

   With a sudden bound, the auburn-haired girl spun around and ran.  I
tried to make a grab for the bag, but she was too quick.  My lunge carried
me forward, and I was left with no choice but to continue running after
her. Feet slapping and little tits bouncing, the breeze over my pussy was
incredible!  I streaked the entire length of the hallway, watching Christa
disappear down the stairs.

   I was really nervous now, as I headed onto the steps approaching the
lower floors.  This was no longer streaking a single corridor.  I mean, I
was running through my old high school stark naked!  Even in my younger
days, I had never done anything this outrageous.  The sound of my feet
echoed in the stairwell, as I heard the other girl racing all the way to
the ground floor.

   When I bolted out into the open, I saw there were some people further
down the hall.  I had to get my bearings -- one way would lead to the
cafeteria, another to the offices.  Just in time, I rounded a corner, and
found Christa standing there with my bag of clothes.

   "What's down this way, Erica?" she asked, as if she expected a tour!

   Running a hand through my hair reminded me that I was no longer even
wearing a hat.  "Ah, um -- this way leads to the band room --"

   "Cool!" the art student exclaimed and continued down the hallway.

   Fully nude, I followed after.  "Christa, wait!  They're probably
rehearsing --"

   Indeed, as I moved closer, I could hear the sounds of instruments
playing.  Sections of pieces, and then the music would stop.  The band
instructor would have them go over the music again, or he might ask for
only one instrumental section to play.  Then they would all play together.
There must have been thirty or forty students in the room, combined from
all classes, Freshmen to Seniors.  Although most Seniors usually skipped
band practice.  Ohmygosh, that meant fourteen-year-olds would see me naked!


   Christa, seeing me approach and my apprehensive expression, thought it
would be funny to try her lost student-teacher stunt again.  When there was
a break in the playing, she walked into the classroom with my clothes.  I
heard her apologize for interrupting as she asked for directions.

   "I need to report back to the Main Office," she was saying.

   "Billy, show this young lady to the office," the band instructor said,
sounding annoyed.

   "Sure thing!" came a young excited voice, since after all, Christa was a
pretty cute twenty-year-old.

   I looked around in panic.  Across the hall was the door that led to the
auditorium.  I didn't think I had many options -- Hopefully, there wasn't
an assembly going on!  Before I spent too much time thinking about it, I
ran to the wall on the other side and pulled open the heavy black door.

   Inside, the auditorium was dark and quiet.  The only light was up on the
stage.  I took a moment to catch my breath.  My heart was beating wildly!
As a placed my hand to my chest, I couldn't help but squeeze one of my
breasts.  Oh how I had often wished my tits were bigger, so that I could
suck on my own nipples.  Before I knew it, I was running a hand down my
body, making myself hotter and hotter --

   "Erica, are you in here?"

   At the sound of the voice coming from the opening door at the back of
the large room, I ran forward and climbed up onto the well-lit stage.  I
ran out into the center, remembering how the hardwood floor felt beneath my
little bare feet.  The memories of my high school graduation sent shivers
up my spine.  Standing nude on the raised platform, I watched as it was
only Christa who entered the auditorium.

   "You look so cute up there!" she called out, running down the aisle to
the foot of the stage.  "I ditched the kid, telling him I could find my own
way."

   "Is it -- is it safe?" I asked biting my fingers nervously as I crept
toward the girl.

   Christa shrugged her shoulders, "As safe as it's going to be --"

   I walked over and sat down, letting my legs hang off the edge of the
stage.  Christa took my foot in one of her hands and began caressing,
tracing her fingers around my toes.  Her touch made me excited, and I lay
on my back, staring up at the ceiling -- my hard nips pointing straight up.
She spread my legs apart, and I let her see my excited pussy.

   "Do you remember the time when your died your hair red, we made you
strip on stage at the college Performing Arts Center?" she asked.

   How could I forget!  Thinking about that episode, I pulled my legs up
onto the stage, and rolled over to lie on my stomach.  I was stretched out
nude along the width of the edge and rested my head on my folded arms. 
Christa was able to rub her hand down my naked back, and felt my tender
behind exposed under the lights.

   "What a hot little bottom you've got, Erica!" She giggled and continued,
"Do you remember how Alicia's music was making you masturbate?  But Lisa
wouldn't let you finish --"

   Flustered and horny, I rolled over on my back, arms at my sides, hoping
that Christa would touch my front.  "Yes -- yes, I remember."

   "Well, I want you to cum for me, right now!" the art student said
suddenly.  "Carrie told me that you squirt when you orgasm, and I want to
see!"

   "Oh!" I gasped.  "But why?  Why here -- why now?  It will be so
embarrassing!"

   Christa took a step away from the stage, and it almost looked like she
was going to take a front row seat.  "Let's just say you owe me, Erica. 
Now start playing, or you won't get your clothes back!"

   I had to admit, the blackmail added to my humiliation, but also turned
me on.  Propping myself up on one arm, I brought my knees up a little and
began stroking my pussy.  I kind of wanted someone else to do this to me,
but it looked like I would have to give a solo performance.  Amazed out how
puffed out my smooth pussy lips were, I wasted no time rubbing and probing
and --

   "Oooh!" I started to moan aloud in pleasure.

   My fingers worked the parts of my body I had come to know so well. 
Twisting my nipples, then running a hand down my stomach to my pubic mound.
I couldn't believe I was doing this alone, in front of Christa!  I slapped
my bald pussy getting it nice and wet.  Then I was able to insert two
fingers, while manipulating my clitoris with my thumb.

   "Ah, ah, ah!" I was getting very vocal, and my cries echoed through the
auditorium.

   "Do it on the stage!" Christa said excitedly, referring to the
uncontrollable orgasm I was about to have.

   While lost in my self-pleasuring, I somehow managed to hear the girl's
instruction.  I spun around on my butt and positioned myself so that my
open legs faced the back of the stage.  Now I lifted my feet high in the
air, which was the most frequent way I would ejaculate.  It was just a
matter of repeatedly working my fingers in and out, harder and faster, as
my body quivered in ecstasy.

   And then it happened.  I let out a stream of girly juice that squirted
in an arc across the stage, droplets falling on the waxed hardwood
platform. For a minute it seemed, I just bucked my hips and bounced on my
naked ass, experiencing multiple orgasms.

   "That was awesome!" Christa laughed as she climbed up onto the stage. 
"Wow, Erica, you got to return to your old high school and cum all over the
auditorium stage!  I think you should leave it as a surprise for the band
that will be here soon for after school rehearsal."

   Blushing, and feeling very ashamed, I asked, "Where are my clothes?"

   "I left them in the band room," Christa smiled.  "But don't worry.  The
band members will be joining us shortly.  I suppose you could sneak in once
they leave the classroom, or wait until they file into the auditorium and
see you in all your glory --"

   I stood up on shaky legs and had to lean on the college girl for
support. Because of the way I had positioned myself, I actually didn't get
much on my inner thighs.  My clit was sticking out, and there was maybe a
pearl drop of cum at the bottom of my pussy, but that was it.

   Christa looked at my crotch for a moment, and then said, "Oh, Erica,
here -- you can have this!"

   She reached behind her back and pulled out the knitted white hat that
had started this whole mess!  Since it didn't go with her outfit, I guess,
she was willing to return it to me.  I took the hat thankfully, and
immediately lowered it to cover my shaved pink vulva.  It actually felt
kind of nice down there.

   "Now go run through the back door," Christa advised me.  "Head around
the corner, and you will be able to slip back in the classroom while the
students enter here through the side door."

   That made sense.  It was funny though, her giving me directions, when I
was well familiar with my former high school.  I found the steps that led
off the stage, still keeping the white hat placed over my pussy.  As my
feet hit the auditorium floor, I heard the first few voices coming from
behind the black theatre curtains!  I quickly ran down the center aisle,
although it was actually running up an incline toward the back doors. 
There was giggling behind me, but I didn't turn to look over my shoulder.

   Rushing out into the school's main lobby area, I found a crowd of
students pressing to leave the building!  Had the last bell rang already? I
guess it had, since that was why the band students were heading into the
auditorium.  And all the other students, those who didn't have after-school
activities, the whole high school it seemed, was on their way to leave the
building!

   I don't know if I was noticed at first.  Most of the student body was
focused on the exit, not on the auditorium and my emerging body.  Keeping
my back against the wall, I stood up on my toes, holding that hat in front
of my crotch.  But with my bare legs, flat stomach, and pink nipples
pointing out, there was no mistaking I was naked.  I held my breath and
sidestepped toward the edge of the wall, hoping no one would approach me,
or I wouldn't run into anyone.

   It was when I rounded the corner that I heard the shouts and whistles.
Sure, now everyone waited to see my bare ass!  Oh God, this was so
embarrassing!  They would have no idea that I was a model for an art class
today, and an unnecessary nude model at that!  And with my slim, petite
figure, I was as likely to be considered a high school student rather than
a nineteen-year-old young woman.  Maybe they would think I was a sophomore
who got her clothes stolen.

   My feet slapping down the hallway, I hurried into the band room without
thinking.  More so, because I wanted to find cover, as I didn't know if
anyone was chasing after me.  I was grateful to see the room had indeed
emptied out, silent except for the clutter of chairs, music stands, and
open instrument cases.  I dropped the hat and walked fully nude over to the
teacher's desk, where I saw Christa had conveniently left my tote bag.

   What was she thinking!  It was a good thing that the band teacher didn't
send some student to bring it down to the Main Office.  On the other hand,
maybe that's what Christa was hoping.  Shuddering at the possibility of the
thought, I reached down and began to pick out my clothes.  Once I was
dressed again, I let out a sigh of relief.  I pulled on the white hat, glad
to have it back on my head, instead of as a shield to hide my pussy.

   As I walked down the hallway, swinging the empty bag at my side, I
remembered all the adventures I had here during high school.  I guess this
was just one more to add to my exciting collection of memories.  Hopefully,
I wouldn't be returning to the school any time soon!



   33 - Erica - Gone Fishing

   Summer was finally here, and I couldn't wait to try out my new bikini.
Well, I wouldn't be trying it out in public.  It was much too racy to wear
to the beach, or even around other people, I thought.  I had just turned
twenty, and my friends had gotten me the bathing suit kind of as a gag
gift. But little did they know, I thought it was really cute, and the idea
of prancing around in such a skimpy little thing turned me on!

   The problem was, this was my first opportunity to test it.  Not only
because it was finally nice and really warm, like eighty degrees, but I
finally had some time alone.  With my parents out looking for lawn
furniture and my older step-brother away, I had the house all to myself. 
When I was sure it was safe, I stripped down in my bedroom and put on the
bikini.

   The bottoms were high-cut, with elastic strings that ran over my hip. 
They dipped down to hold up the patch of fabric covering my pubic mound. 
It was V-shaped and very tiny.  No way someone could wear this unless they
were completely shaved down there.  It was perfect for me.  The back was a
thong style, with just a little triangle of material at the top of my ass
crack.  For the top of the bikini, it was just two more triangles attached
by a string that tied behind my neck.  They barely covered my areolas and
nipples.  I swear, if I had bigger breasts, it would be impossible to wear.


   The bikini itself was bright pink, kind of like the way I blushed, or
the color of my naughty parts when I was excited.  Like I said, my friends
thought it was a joke.  But while I laughed it off at my birthday party,
saying I would never dare get caught in this ridiculous thing, I secretly
yearned to try it on.  Now as I watched myself in the bedroom mirror, I saw
how much skin I was showing and I felt sexy.

   I smacked my hand playfully on my bare cheeks, and then proceeded to
head out the door.  My plan was to get some sun today.  Out in the
backyard, I would have plenty of privacy.  As long as I didn't doze off, I
might even take off my top.  I just needed to grab some sunscreen from the
bathroom and I would be all set.

   Walking down the hallway in my little bikini, I suddenly heard a knock
at the front door!  I froze, my heart starting to race.  Who could be
stopping by?  My friends had other plans today, as far as I knew.  Looking
down at my near naked body, I blushed.  It's hard to believe after all the
things I have been through, but getting caught like this would be so
embarrassing!

   "Just a minute!" I called out, bring my hands to my head in slight
panic.

   Quickly, I rushed back down the hall and slipped into my bedroom.  I did
a search, but my clothes from last night were already in the wash.  The
doorbell rang out in succession, as though someone were pressing it three
times in a row.  How rude!  Flustered, I finally spotted a long T-shirt
draped over the back of a chair.  I sometimes used it as a nightshirt, but
not recently.  Picking it up, I brought it to my nose to smell that it was
fresh and clean.  I dashed toward the front door, pulling my head and arms
through the sleeves as I ran.

   Smoothing it out, the shirt fell loose about my shoulders, and came down
to almost my knees.  Now I was decent.  I fanned myself with a hand and
caught my breath, before opening the door to see whom my unexpected visitor
was.

   Standing in front of my house, huddled together on the welcome mat, was
the woman I knew to be Alicia's Aunt.  And with her, one on each side, was
her son Jimmy and his friend Cody.  I realized now that it was Alicia's
obnoxious cousin who had had been ringing the doorbell impatiently.  I was
shocked, my mind fuzzy, and all I could seem to think was, what the hell
were they doing here?

   Ohmygosh!  What if she found out!  I mean, that I had been seen naked by
Jimmy on more than one occasion.  Even Cody had seen me without my clothes
on.  It's not like it was my fault, or I had wanted these boys to see me in
the nude -- things, just sort of got out of hand.  But what if he told! 
That little bastard, what if Jimmy talked about me stripping in front of
them?  And now his mother had come here to yell at me.  She brought him
with her to confront me about my inappropriate behavior --

   "Hello there, Erica," Alicia's Aunt said with a pleasant smile.

   Thinking perhaps I had overreacted, I answered a little more relieved,
"Um -- hi."

   "I am so sorry to bother you," the woman continued, a hand on her son's
shoulder.  "But I am in a bit of a crisis here.  I had promised to take
Jimmy and his friend to the park today.  Unfortunately, some unexpected
family business came up, and I have to run out of town.  Alicia is at work
right now, so I was wondering, would you mind looking after the boys?"

   I stood there, my mouth hung open, speechless.

   Alicia's Aunt must have read the expression on my face, and she hastily
added, "I don't mean to impose on you, Erica.  I could take them with me,
but I'm afraid, well -- you know how Jimmy gets.  You've supervised these
two before, and did such a good job!  Alicia said you wouldn't mind."

   "Did she," I muttered, rubbing my elbows in opposite hands.

   Standing there barefoot, a long T-shirt over my new bikini, I really
didn't know what to think.  The boys were staring at me quietly, Jimmy's
mother waiting expectantly.  She had no idea about the little problems I
had when alone with these two.  I suppose I could have refused, saying I
had other plans.  But I felt guilty because I did not want to admit the
real reason.  So instead, I said I would watch the boys.

   "All right!" Jimmy pumped his arm excitedly.  He then added, "I just
gotta grab our stuff from the car."

   His enthusiasm made me blush a little, and I smiled weakly from the
doorstep.  Cody stayed near me, his hands in his pockets.  I watched as
Alicia's Aunt returned to where she had parked, allowing her son to rummage
through the back seat, and then pull some things out of the trunk.  I
realized as he began walking toward the house, that he was carrying two
fishing poles and a tackle box.

   Alicia's Aunt waved goodbye to me, thanking me and reminding her son and
his friend to behave for me.  Then, just like that, she backed onto the
road and sped away.  Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed she was
rather anxious to be off, before I could change my mind.

   "What's the matter, Erica?  You didn't think we were going to hang
around your boring house all day," Jimmy said as he handed one of the rods
to Cody.

   It was a beautiful day outside, and I answered, "No, I guess not.  Your
mother said something about -- going to the park?"

   "Yes," Cody piped up.  "We found a secret fishing hole, no one else
knows about.  Jimmy and I are going to be the first ones to try it out!"

   "A secret fishing hole, huh?" I ran a hand absently through my soft
brown hair.

   As I looked down at Cody, I turned to regard Jimmy, and found that I had
to look up to see eye to eye with him.  I kept forgetting how big he had
grown.  What was he now, twelve or thirteen?  I could already see the
difference between the two friends.  Cody still had a boyish innocence,
clinging to his youth.  But Jimmy was getting more confident, bolder, and
more obnoxious.  He was the kind of kid who seemed older than his age,
probably already sneaking through his father's Playboy collection.  That
made me more nervous.

   "Well what are you just standing around for?" the larger boy demanded.

   The town park was within walking distance from my house.  I know,
because I had taken the route through the woods many times, after I had
lost my clothes.  Thinking about this made me blush again, and I rubbed my
toes shyly behind my other leg.

   "Let me just put some shoes on," I finally said, almost as if asking
permission.

   Before I could embarrass myself further, I turned around and ran back
into the house.  Padding down the hallway in my bare feet, I entered my
room and grabbed the first pair of shoes I could find.  They were brown
leather sandals, and quite comfortable.  Then, grasping the fabric of the
T-shirt in my hands, I paused and wondered if I should find something else
to wear.  But we were just going to the park, and I did have my bathing
suit on underneath.  Besides, it was summer.  I shrugged my shoulders and
prepared to meet the boys outside my house.

   Jimmy was eager for us to be on our way as I reappeared through the
front door.  "Come on, Erica, let's go!  We don't want the fish to get
away, or someone else to find our secret spot!"

   "All right, all right!" I huffed.  "I just have to lock the door --"

   But after I removed the key from the bolt lock, I turned around and
patted my shirt.  The boys were watching me curiously.  Soon, Alicia's
cousin grew impatient as his expression changed to show he regarded me as a
silly girl.

   "No pockets," I said weakly.  "Um, do you think -- if I give you the key
to hold onto, you promise you won't lose it, Jimmy?"

   "Yeah, I won't lose it," Jimmy grumbled.

   It wasn't something I wanted to do, or felt entirely comfortable about.
But the only other choice was to go back inside and find another shirt, or
throw on a pair of shorts.  And I figure the longer I kept Jimmy waiting,
the more likely he would be to cause trouble or give me a problem.  So I
dropped the brass key into hand, which he promptly stuffed into the pocket
of his own khaki long shorts.  I mean, what could happen, I would have my
eye on him the whole time.

   Finally, I motioned to the boys we were ready to leave, and we began
marching down the driveway.  As I said, it was a lovely day outside, not at
all a bad day to go for a walk.  The neighborhood I lived in was very
residential, typically suburban.  Carrie lived a few blocks away from me.
The old high school was a bit further, as was the library, but I had walked
the distance before and without any clothes, too!  Not by my choice --

   Heading along the sidewalk in the direction of the town park, Jimmy and
Cody walked in front of me, chatting and giggling amongst each other. 
Better this way, so I could keep my eyes on them.  I started to think this
would be a breeze, and I would enjoy a pleasant trip to the park as well.
But by the time we turned onto a side street lined with trees, the boys
slowed down to walk on either side of me.

   "Hey, Erica, are you wearing anything under that shirt?" Jimmy suddenly
asked.

   Flustered, I almost tripped, as I clutched at the material and
sputtered, "What -- why would you think that?  I mean, of course I am!"

   The boy only continued to tease me, "Alicia told me that one time you
went to school without any underwear on!"

   Cody, on my other side, burst out laughing.  Apparently he found the
idea very amusing.

   "No!  That's not true," I said defiantly, although I felt myself blush.

   "Maybe she went to school -- naked," Cody giggled.

   I was thankful for the shade of the trees, which hid my look of
embarrassment.  "Boys!  I don't know what's gotten into you two.  I'll have
you both know, I am wearing my bathing suit under this T-shirt!"

   "Oh," muttered Jimmy, perhaps a bit disappointed.

   And that put an end to that little discussion.  We continued along our
way, Alicia's cousin and his friend carrying their fishing poles and the
tackle box.  At least they hadn't made me drag along their gear.  I suppose
a few inappropriate questions were not too bad, if that was all the
discomfort I had to endure.  Approaching the avenue that ran along the side
of the park, the entrance was just around the block.  However, Jimmy
stopped us, and pointed to an opening in the woods, between the fences.

   "There!" he said and moved toward the tree-line.

   I stepped away from the sidewalk nervously.  Cody had already joined his
friend.  Closer inspection showed there was indeed a trail running deeper
into the park.  Then, I let out a small gasp, for I suddenly recognized
this path and this break in the fence.  Only, I was used to exiting the
park in the opposite direction.  Many times I had traveled this way, after
Lisa or my friends had stripped me of all my clothes.  Sometimes, it would
be too much for me, and before I ran home I would lie down nude in the
grass and masturbate.  Right where the boys were now standing --

   "What's wrong?" Jimmy asked.  "Are you afraid you might get lost?"

   "No, no --" I answered, tugging on the end of my T-shirt.  "I think I've
been here before."

   His face wrinkled in doubt, Jimmy looked at the trail, and then turned
back to me.  "Impossible!  This is our secret path.  You can't tell
anyone!"

   "Oh, all right, I promise!" I said feeling exasperated.  "Let's just
go."

   The three of us plunged into the woods, easily following the dirt path.
After we wound our way through the trees, I realized that there were other
trails that branched off the main one.  Some of these, I don't think I had
walked before.  But Jimmy seemed to know where he was going.  I was
helpless but to follow after him and his friend.  Now I understood why his
mother was so eager to drop him off on my hands.  The boy was determined to
find this fishing hole, even when I suggested we make our way back to the
larger park grounds.

   We must have walked for twenty minutes before I pressed through some
trees and started walking down hill.  Soon we emerged in a wide clearing,
and stretched out before us was a placid lake.  I noticed, too, there was a
wooden dock -- maybe like a wharf  -- that extended out over the water.  It
was in this direction that the boys headed, and I followed after.

   "This is kind of nice," I said, viewing the full lake surrounded
completely by trees.

   Hooking a strand of hair behind my ear, I continued to take in my
surroundings.  It was very quiet, seemed to be very private.  Indeed, just
the way we were enclosed in here, made it seem like Jimmy was the first
person to discover this isolated spot.  So tranquil, we could have been at
some remote cabin resort.  I never knew this was part of the park.

   The boys dropped their tackle box near the edge of the dock, and started
to set up their fishing poles.  I walked over curiously to watch.  It
amazed me that they actually knew what they were doing.  I was never good
with rods and reels and anything to do with the hobby.

   Cody suddenly looked up at me and asked, "Are you gonna go
skinny-dipping?"

   "What?" came my startled response, eyes wide, as I clutched my T-shirt.

   Jimmy's friend shrugged.  "You said you brought your bathing suit.  If
you go swimming, since you're skinny, that's called skinny-dipping --"

   "I am not skinny!" I protested, even though in truth I have a slim
figure and small breasts.

   Working on some fishing line, Alicia's cousin laughed, "No, Cody --
skinny-dipping means you go swimming without your bathing suit.  Without
any clothes on at all!"

   "Oh," Cody said sheepishly.

   Feeling that I needed to assert my authority, I answered firmly, "Well I
will not be going swimming.  And I'm not going to let you two see my
bathing suit."

   Jimmy stood up to look at me and asked, "Why not, Erica?"

   "Because --" I replied, flustered and blushing.  "It's a little bikini.
And boys your age shouldn't see me in it."

   "Whatever," Jimmy mumbled, rolling his eyes.  "At least you can help us
out by attracting the fish to us."

   I wasn't sure if that was an insult, or if he was serious.  "What do you
mean by that?"

   The larger boy hoisted his fishing pole and cast his line, then turned
to me and said, "Take off your shoes and splash your feet in the water."

   Skeptical, I asked, "And what will that do?" "The ripples in the water
will make the fishes come over here by us," Cody answered excitedly.  "We
learned that in science class!"

   "And your legs are long enough to reach," Jimmy added.

   Actually, I never thought of myself as having long legs.  But they were
slender and proportioned with the rest of my body to give the illusion of
length.  I also wondered if disturbing the smooth lake would in fact scare
the fish away.  And then Alicia's cousin started teasing me again.

   "Unless you're afraid you might frighten the fish with your smelly
feet!" he said rudely.

   Well, I knew how this game was played.  I stuck out my tongue at Jimmy,
and proceeded to march confidently past the boys.  When I stood at the edge
of the dock, I looked down to see my reflection in the water line.  I
supposed I would just be able to splash around with my toes.  So I sat on
the ground and quickly undid the straps on my sandals.  After all that
walking, it did feel rather nice, and I rubbed my little feet
appreciatively.  I then swung my legs over the side, letting them dangle.
My bare toes skimmed the surface of the lake -- and it felt good!

   Leaning back on the heels of my hands, I kicked my legs up and down.  It
did make me feel a little silly, but the boys urged me to keep splashing.

   "All right, that's enough," Jimmy said after a while.

   The boys now intent on their fishing, I stood up and walked back across
the dock.  I looked behind me to see the wet footprints of my bare feet on
the wooden boards.  My sandals were left near the edge, but I figured I
didn't need them for the moment.  Instead, I found a spot on the middle of
the docks, and gently lay down.  With my arms resting beneath my head, it
was pretty comfortable.  The sun shone directly above, warming my face,
legs, and toes.

   It was rather peaceful for a while, until I heard the sound of feet
stomping on the dock, next to my head.  I opened my eyes to see Jimmy
staring down at me.  He didn't seem too happy.

   "What's the matter?" I asked pleasantly.

   Alicia's cousin frowned and said, "It's not working.  There aren't any
fish around."

   He seemed so disappointed at that moment, that I couldn't help but climb
to my feet and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.  This, the boy
shrugged away.  In response, I ran my fingers through his unruly mop of
hair, and then game him a playful little shove.

   "Maybe you're just not good at fishing," I teased.

   That only worked to get Jimmy's ire and he turned around and said, "Yeah
-- well, maybe you're not really wearing a bathing suit under that shirt!"

   "Jimmy," I said blushing, "didn't I already tell you that I'm wearing my
bikini?"

   Now the boy stood with his hands on his hips, challenging me.  "That's
what you said -- but you won't show us!  If you're really have your bathing
suit on today, prove it."

   "Fine, I'll show you!" I answered defiantly.

   The two of us stared at each other for a moment, neither willing to
yield.  Barefoot, I was about the same height as the boy.  It's almost like
we were suddenly equals, peers on the school playground.  Alicia's
obnoxious cousin expected me to strip for him, remove my T-shirt, and stand
on the dock in my tiny pink bikini.  But I had a better idea --

   With one hand, I gripped the bottom of the shirt and made sure to pull
it down tight.  This caused the back to ride up a bit, but I was facing
Jimmy so he wouldn't see.  I then reached my other hand under the shirt and
found the tie at my hip.  Once this was undone, it was easy for the little
things to slip down my legs and fall to my feet.  I stepped to the side so
I could carefully bend down to pick up the fabric, and then tossed them at
Jimmy.

   Ohmygosh!  I had just removed my bikini bottoms!

   Jimmy held the material stretched between his two hands.  Mesmerized, it
was almost as if he couldn't believe I had been wearing these.  I hoped he
didn't sniff them -- that would be too embarrassing!  But then he balled
them up in his fist and pointed at me with his other finger.

   "Yeah, all right, so maybe these were all you had on," he said
accusingly.  "My cousin tells me you usually don't wear a bra or nothing,
because you have small tits."

   "Jimmy!" I cried, instinctively lifting my hands to clutch the shirt in
front of my breasts.  "Where did you learn to talk like that?"

   The boy shrugged, but continued watching me.  I felt myself heating up
under his scrutiny, and really just wanted him to go back to fishing with
his friend.  So I slowly reached my hands behind my head -- I had to be
careful not to raise the hem of the T-shirt too high or else I would expose
my naked pussy.  Silently, my fingers slipped down my neck, finding the
tie-string that kept the bikini top in place.  Working this loose, I was
able to then pull the fabric through the top of my shirt.  This too, I
threw at Alicia's cousin.

   He was able to catch the bikini top with his free hand, and left me
standing in just my long T-shirt.  I hoped he didn -(TM)t expect me to go
further!  Very self-consciously, I smooth down the front of the shirt to
make sure I stayed decent.

   Jimmy looked at my pink bikini bottoms in one hand, the tiny top in his
other, and then smiled at me.  "Thanks, Erica!  These will make a good lure
--"

   Honestly, I wasn't quite sure what to make of that statement.  But I saw
him turn around and run excitedly back to his friend.  Running my own hand
through my hair, I was a little confused about what had just happened.  Had
I just been tricked out of my bikini?  Well, I decided, at least it got the
little monster to leave me alone.  I made a point to walk a bit further
down the dock, putting more distance between the boys and me.  Then I found
a nice spot to sit down again, hugging my knees to my chest.

   Some time passed, with the sun still bright in sky above.  Not a cloud
in sight, it was perfect weather for laying out.  Part of me started to
regret being dragged along to the park, missing out on the chance to do
some tanning.  Glancing over my shoulder, I marveled again out how private
this lake location was.  It's not like there were any other fishermen
coming to this spot.  Truly, it appeared that Jimmy was the first to
discover the place.  For their part, he and his friend were now happily
occupied casting their lines and excited about the prospect of catching
something.

   Slowly, I rose to my feet.  The boys didn't notice.  Looking all around,
there was not another soul in sight.  No one was watching me.  Before I
could change my mind, I grabbed the back of the T-shirt and pulled it over
my head!  Immediately, I clutched the shirt to my body, hiding my full
frontal nudity.  Behind me, however, my cute little bottom wiggled out in
the open, delighting in the warmth and fresh air on my back and bare butt.

   I knelt down on the dock, and then lay completely on my stomach, across
the width of the wooden pier.  Because I am totally shaved, my pussy was
sensitive coming into contact with the ground.  But once I settled in, it
wasn't that bad.  I found my nipples were a little bit harder than I would
have liked, but for once, I was glad not to have big squishy breasts.  The
T-shirt, of course, I draped behind me covering my naked ass.  It was like
at the being at a masseuse, when one has just a towel placed over their
butt for modesty.

   Folding my arms, I was able to rest my head, facing in the direction so
I could keep an eye on the boys at the other end of the fishing pier.  I
had moved my hair out of the way, so that my shoulders were exposed.  Oh
God, this felt so nice!  The sun beat down on the soles of my feet, my
calves and legs and played wonderfully across my back.  It wasn't too hot,
just the touch of gentle rays caressing my body.  Now as long as I didn't
fall asleep --

   "Hey Cody, do you think I can reel it in?"

   I woke to the sound of Jimmy talking to his friend.  Opening my eyes, I
was a little groggy.  How much time had went by?  It couldn't have been
more than a few minutes!  Very conscious of my vulnerable state, I was
relieved to feel the fabric of my T-shirt still covering my bottom.  But
then I saw that the boys were standing only several feet away from me, and
Jimmy had his fishing pole.

   "I don't know," the other boy said.  "She looks like she's sleeping --"

   My body froze as I heard Jimmy laugh, "I bet I can do it without waking
her up!"

   Then the next thing I knew, I watched as Alicia's cousin swung his
fishing rod back, and cast the line in my direction -- I didn't have time
to react or anything!  I just closed my eyes and curled my toes in
anticipation.  What was he thinking!

   The line sailed over me, and I heard the metal hook hit the wood of the
pier at my side.

   "Missed!" Cody exclaimed.

   "Oh yeah?" Jimmy said.

   Only half opening one eye, I now watched the boy start to reel in the
line.  Sure enough, as the hook was dragged across the wooden dock, it
caught on the material of the T-shirt placed over my bottom.  I didn't
realize just how effective these fishing hooks were.  When I was about to
reach my arm back to keep the shirt secure, Jimmy pulled up and lifted the
T-shirt right off me!

   Jimmy's friend clapped and shouted, "I see Erica's butt!"

   Too late, my hand landed and made contact with the smooth skin of my
uncovered bottom.  Immediately I jumped to my feet in surprise.  Jimmy held
his fishing pole with both hands, staggering back a little as he hoisted
the long T-shirt dangling on the hook.  The T-shirt, the only thing I had
been wearing, which now left me -- completely naked!

   The boys looked at me standing there, amazed about how suddenly I had
been stripped.

   "Oh!" I gasped, and then quickly moved my arms to cover my little tits
and pussy.

   But Alicia's cousin only turned around, and started running toward the
end of the dock.  I had no idea what he was up to, and I decided I had
better chase after him.  Cody giggled when I ran by him, my bare feet
taking quick steps as I was hugging my body.  It was frustrating because I
was ashamed about losing my clothes, but being totally nude around others
was also exciting.  I bit my lip and shuffled closer to the water.

   "Jimmy, what are you doing -- " I asked shyly.  "Stop playing around --
don't do that!"

   The boy was watching me with a mischievous look in his eye.  As I inched
closer on my toes, he swung the line over the lake, my T-shirt waving like
a banner in the breeze.  He was so obnoxious!  I hated him having me in a
compromising position, and I was embarrassed by the way my body was
reacting.  Very carefully, I held one arm tight across my breasts, hiding
my extended nipples.  Down below, I kept a palm covering my smooth crotch,
although I could already feel the silky outer lips opening up.

   "All -- all right, that's enough --" I said, but I couldn't reach out an
arm to grab the shirt.

   Jimmy lowered the line until the shirt was just above the surface of the
water, and he said, "Put your hands behind your head, Erica!"

   Oh God, this couldn't be happening!  The cheeks of my cute little bottom
clenched nervously as I stood there.  I mean, here I was just totally bare
in broad daylight!  The sun beat down on my shoulders as I hesitated. 
There was no choice really, because I needed to get that shirt back and
cover up quick.  What I couldn't figure out though, is what Jimmy had in
mind.  In the past, the boy would always make fun of me, or just tease me
if I lost my clothes.  But now -- it's like he wanted to see me naked.

   Very carefully, I crossed my legs at the ankles.  I wanted to stay
closed, that is, I was mortified at the thought of my pussy opening up. 
Then, very slowly, I lifted my arms, bringing them in back of my head.  I
took a deep breath.  My hands were clasped over my soft hair, leaving my
elbows sticking out on either side of my face.  They weren't the only
things sticking out --

   "Pointy, pointy!" Jimmy taunted me, bobbing his fishing pole up and
down.

   That made me arch up on my toes, pushing my chest out further.  "Jimmy
-- don't!  Please, just let me have my clothes back!"

   Alicia's cousin paused as if considering, but then replied, "First you
have to walk the whole dock.  Go all the way to the end, then turn around
and come back here."

   "But why!" I gasped, and shifting my weight, accidentally separated my
legs.

   Jimmy shrugged, "Alicia says you like to do stuff like this.  Walk
around nude --"

   "That's not true!" I insisted, curling my fists behind my head.

   By now, my erect nipples were sticking up toward the sky.  This was so
embarrassing!  I was about to move my hands to hide my pink parts, when
Jimmy told me that I had to make the walk with my arms at my sides.  Too
late, I could sense my labia unfolding and my clitoris emerging out of its
hood.  I desperately wanted to cover up, not put on a gynecological
display. So I turned around on my heel, and started walking toward the end
of the dock.

   The problem was, I was now waving my pink bits in the direction of
Jimmy's friend, Cody.  I don't think he had moved the whole time.  But now
he sat with his legs crossed pretzel style, and watched me with a broad
grin.  I'm sure he had no idea what was going on inside me, my tummy
fluttering deliciously, nor how my body was reacting.  Jimmy parading me
around in front of his friend must have been the height of humiliation, but
also strangely arousing.  My areolas were pink on top of the fair skin of
my swelled-up perky breasts, each nipple extending long and hard.  I wanted
to reach my hand and trace a finger over this erogenous zone, but I dare
not do that here!

   As I walked by him, I kept my eyes lowered, focusing on putting one bare
foot in front of the other.  I tried not to think about the boys seeing
every inch of me.  It also occurred to me that Jimmy had a nice long view
of my naked backside.  My ass wiggled playfully with each step, my pussy
lips poking briefly between my legs, which must have been a tantalizing
sight.  All this, I did with my arms rigidly at my sides like a model
walking the catwalk.

   When I reached the far end of the pier, my eyes were fixed on the tree
line.  I wondered if I could make a desperate run into the woods.  But
then, I would probably never get my clothes back.  For a moment, I
hesitated, standing there and wondering what to do.  Before I even realized
it, I had slipped a finger inside my pussy!  I looked down and gasped as I
touched myself, rubbing and flicking my clitoris up and down.

   Well this was no good!  I couldn't allow myself to masturbate with
Alicia's cousin and his friend watching me.  Even though it felt
incredible. Reluctantly, I turned around again.  At the last moment, I
pulled my finger out of my pink slit.  Balling my hands into fists at my
sides, I began to jog back to where Jimmy waited for me.  My little tits
bounced up and down, my pussy lips flapping like flower petals as the
breeze tickled my smooth shaven skin.  By the time I reached the boy, I was
breathless.

   "Can I -- can I have my T-shit back?" I finally asked.

   Jimmy still had the material hooked on the end of his fishing line,
which he held over the lake.  "Why, are you embarrassed, Erica?"

   "Yes!" I nearly cried, my whole body blushing from shame and arousal.

   "Well, OK," Jimmy muttered.  "I guess you can cover up, then."

   Grateful to regain some modesty, I wrapped both arms across my breasts,
hugging my chest.  I then dropped down in a crouch, with knees together. 
In this position, I waited for the boy reel in his line.  It was agonizing
to watch the shirt lift higher and higher, above the surface of the water.
My heart was beating fast, relishing my outdoor nudity for a moment longer.


   And then a gust of wind swept over the expanse of the lake.  Alicia's
cousin held onto the rod with both hands, but the line swung to the side --
and my T-shirt was whipped right off the hook, landing on the water in the
distance!

   "Jimmy!" I squealed in disbelief, crawling over to the edge of the dock.


   In shock, I saw the white material floating upon gentle ripples, further
and further away.  But it didn't take long to get completely saturated and
sink beneath the water.  As I slowly raised myself to squat naked on the
wooden pier, I ran one hand through my hair.  My other arm reached out
helplessly, and then dropped to my side.  It was too late to do anything,
unless I wanted to jump in the lake and search the murky bottom.  I
suddenly jumped up and around, to find Alicia's cousin standing behind me.

   "Oh, Jimmy, what did you do!" I grabbed the boy's shirt collar in my
fist, forgetting that I was totally nude in front of him.

   "Hey, careful, Erica!" he dropped his fishing pole in protest and
wrapped his fingers around my wrist.  "You'll poke my eye out with one of
those things --"

   Breathless, I realized he was talking about my erect nipples.  I was so
humiliated, seeing them quiver just inches from his face.  Letting go of my
hold, I backed away several steps, bringing my arms close to cover my
breasts and drape a hand in front of my pussy.

   I decided to try a more tactful approach and said, "OK -- Jimmy, what
about my bikini?  You still have that, right?"

   Jimmy bent down to pick up his fishing rod, and reeled the line all the
way in.  "I told you, Erica, we used it for our lure.  Both the top and
bottom, one for me and one for Cody --"

   "You're joking!" I gasped, slapping my hands on my thighs, before
remembering to clasp them over my hairless crotch.

   "Nah," Jimmy shrugged.  "And it worked, too.  We each caught a fish. 
But I think the lures got lost or eaten or something."

   "A couple of fish ate my bikini?" I almost laughed in spite of myself.
Unable to hide my skepticism, I brought my hands to my hips.  "Well how
about my shoes?"

   "How come you don't have no hair down there?" Alicia's cousin asked as
pointed a finger right at my pussy.

   My face turned bright red, and I could feel my whole body blush in front
of him.  But I couldn't bring myself to cover up again.  He seemed
genuinely curious about my bare pubic mound, which was getting me excited.
In fact, I was afraid to make a move, even as I sensed my clitoris poking
out of its hood.

   "Don't -- don't change the subject," I said bashfully.  "What happened
to my sandals?  I took them off -- right over here."

   The boy shrugged his shoulders, unconcerned.  "They must have fallen
into the lake."

   This was unbelievable!  I spun around and scampered along the edge of
the dock where the boys had been fishing.  I don't know what good they
would have done me, but something about losing my last items of clothing
really sent a shiver up my spine.  We were at the town park, miles away
from my house, and I had nothing on at all!  Seeing Alicia's cousin and his
friend in their own shorts and T-shirts, heightened the awareness of my
nudity.

   "Jimmy!" I squealed, bouncing up to the boy.  "All my clothes are gone!
I'm out here, STARK NAKED!"

   With a smirk and a chuckle, he answered, "Yeah -- I can see that, Erica.
And soon, I guess those guys will, too."

   "Huh?" I jerked my head to the side in surprise.  "Where did they come
from!"

   Quickly, I grabbed the boy by his shoulders and spun him around so I
could crouch behind him.  Clutching the back of his shirt, I pulled him
close in order to hide my nude little body.  He squirmed and put up a fuss,
but I didn't let go.  Peering over his shoulder, I could see a group of men
coming down the trail that led to the lake.  They appeared to be older,
fully tacked out with gear and equipment, and I counted six of them.

   Jimmy twisted his head enough so that his face was next to mine and he
grinned.  "Looks like we weren't the only ones who knew about this fishing
hole!"

   I felt my knees go weak, and I was afraid I might actually have an
orgasm.  Certainly, the longer I stayed out here, the more likely I was to
do something truly embarrassing.  Biting my lip, I decided I would have to
make a break for it, and run into the woods.  At least there, I could hide
among the trees.  The problem was, Jimmy and I were down on the end of the
dock that stretched over the water's edge, while the outdoorsmen were just
approaching the other end.

   Before it was too late, I pulled Jimmy to the side, and ran down the
length of the wooden pier.  I could hear him calling out after me, as he
and his friend were no doubt enjoying the sight of my bouncing bare bottom.


   "Hey, Erica, where are you going!" the obnoxious boy teased.

   I passed by the group of fisherman, close enough to see scruffy white
beards and one of the men had a cooler, probably filled with beer.  Close
enough, that they could see I was shaved hairless.  But hopefully my naked
run was a blur, and they wouldn't believe their eyes.  My feet reached the
gentle grass, and I didn't stop until I plunged beneath the branches and
leaves of tall trees, momentarily out of view.

   Ducking behind the trunk of run tree, I closed my eyes and felt the bark
on my naked skin.  I brought a hand up to my chest as I tried to catch my
breath.  There was only one thing that would calm my racing heart, I
thought, cupping a breast and brushing my thumb along the very hard nipple.


   "Was that girl wearing any clothes?" I heard a man ask.

   Still pressing my body against the tree, I turned around so I could peer
back toward the lake.  I saw that the fisherman was talking to Jimmy.  I
knew I should have kept running, but I had to hear this explanation. 
Alicia's cousin looked ahead into the woods, and I think he saw where I was
hiding.  Then he turned back to look up at the taller man.

   "Nah," he said with a wave of a hand.  "That's my sister.  She was
sunbathing out here in a very small bikini.  She gets very shy around
people --"

   I found myself thinking that was very sweet of the boy to lie on my
behalf.  That excuse didn't seem half-unreasonable.  And now that I was
gone, I'm sure those fishermen had figured they had just seen me in a very
revealing bathing suit.  That would keep them from nosing around, or
chasing after me.  Already, I could see them pick up their gear again and
start walking toward the end of the dock.

   Now I had to decide what to do.  I had no clothes on -- at all.  Looking
down, I was flustered seeing how my body was still reacting, and I ran a
hand through my hair.  Nipples stood proud and erect, and my shaved pussy
lips were pink and spread open.  Plus it was broad daylight.  I really
didn't want to be seen like this.  Thought about trying to make my way
home, but I wasn't sure about leaving Jimmy and his friend.  How would I
explain that to his mother?

   So I would have to wait it out, and hope that the group of fishermen
would not stay all day.  Or maybe the boys would get bored and come looking
for me.  God, that would be so embarrassing!  Still, for the time being, it
appeared that Alicia's cousin and his friend were busy discussing their
fishing hobby and had forgotten all about the naked twenty-year old girl in
the woods.

   I closed my eyes and clutched my little tits with both hands, sensuously
rubbing my nipples against my palms.  This would be a good time to find
some relief, I thought to myself.  But I didn't want to get caught
masturbating so close to the group of people near the water.  Expecting I
might have a very loud orgasm, I figured they would hear me.  How would I
explain that to the boys!

   Before waiting any longer, I turned and moved a little deeper into the
trees surrounding the lake.  I thought about heading toward the path we
first followed to the lake, but then I worried what if more fishermen or
other people started to show up.  Changing directions, my bare body slipped
further away from the dock, the water, and the trails.  I actually found it
rather sexy moving through the branches and trees, like some untamed wild
animal.  It was kind of arousing.  I even stooped down in crouch, my bare
feet stepping over dry leaves and pine needles, and tossed back my mane of
soft brown hair.

   It wasn't long before I found a new trail to follow.  Not very wide,
there was room for only one person to walk between the slender tree trunks.
I figured this was good, as I was unlikely to encounter any hikers along
this little path.  Vaguely conscious of the where I was going, I tried to
keep in mind that the lake was on my left side.  I mean, I certainly did
not want to get lost!

   And then the path came to an end, blocked off by some logs and fallen
tree limbs.  Moving closer to investigate, I saw that I was all the way on
the other side of the lake.  Off in the distance across the water, I could
make out the edge of the dock where Jimmy and Cody and the fisherman were.
I wondered if they could see me.

   Greatly daring, I climbed onto a large trunk that lay across the ground.
My toes curled on the surface of the mossy bark, which felt kind of nice,
like I was at one with nature.  Slowly, I stood up and raised my arms to
the sky.  I almost wanted to shout -- but thought better of calling
attention to myself.  Instead, I shook my tits in their direction.  Then my
hand wandered down my stomach, fingers finding my bald crotch.  First I
spread open my soft vaginal lips, and started stroking my pussy.

   What was I doing!  I thought, even as a loud moan escaped my lips and my
body shuddered.

   Quickly, I climbed down from the tree trunk before I could make a
spectacle of myself.  Turning around I found another stack of fallen limbs
and logs, these effectively shielding me from view on the other side.  I
brought my hands to the rough surface of the bark, and peered out in this
new direction.  The trees ended here, giving way to a wide open field of
grass.  Closing my eyes, I tried to picture this setting from a different
angle.  Suddenly, I realized that I was near the golf course!  I had no
idea it was so close to the lake.

   The leaves rustled overhead, and a gentle breeze blew over my naked
body. I actually smiled in spite of myself, because it felt so nice. 
Arching up on my toes, I just enjoyed the sensations of the outdoors. 
Honestly, I was usually running to get home, whenever I had found myself in
the woods without any clothes.  Now I had some time to relax and savor the
moment.

   But the fleeting peaceful reverie was interrupted by the unmistakable
sounds of steps crunching over twigs and branches on the ground behind me.
Oh no!  What, did Jimmy come looking for me?  I was so embarrassed to have
him sneak up on me, looking at my bare bottom.  Cupping my hands to my
breasts, I couldn't bring myself to turn around.

   "Erica -- is that you?" asked the voice of a young male, about my age.

   Shyly, I looked over my shoulder.  "Ty?"

   Ty -- the young man who worked at the golf equipment shack.  The guy who
went to my college.  We were even in the same literature class last year.
Even though this was so humiliating to be caught like this, my nipples
popped out fully erect.  I had to lower my hands to cup my little pussy.

   "Hey, Erica," he said gently, and took a cautious step closer.  "I
thought it was you.  I would recognize that ass -- I mean, I would -- well,
it's just that I don't know too many other pretty girls who run around the
park buck naked!"

   That made me giggle, although hearing him talk about my nudity
absolutely excited me!  I separated my hands and lifted them to the tree in
front of me.  Shifting my weight to my other leg, my butt wiggled with the
motion, and I wondered if he could see my pussy lips from behind.

   "Um, what did happen to your clothes?" the young man asked, still
confused.

   I stole another glance over my shoulder and saw that he have moved up
right behind me, close enough to touch me.  Slowly, I turned around,
keeping my hands clasped over my pink slit.  My toes touched his shoes as
we looked at each other.

   "Is your friend Carrie around?" Ty suddenly asked, remembering our first
encounter.

   That actually made me annoyed, and I curled my fists and planted them on
my hips.  "No, she is not here!  I was looking after my friend's cousin and
his buddy, and the brats took my bathing suit -- everything I was wearing!"


   Ty brought a hand to his mouth to stifle a chuckle.  "Wow, Erica -- that
is pretty funny.  But I'm glad its just you here, without your friend -- or
your clothes."

   "Oh," I gasped, and blushed.

   Then I lowered my eyes shyly, looking down, only to see that with my
hands my hips I was left totally exposed.  My labia were pronounced and
hanging out, and my clitoris erect, but I couldn't move my hands to cover
up.

   "That's one smooth --" Ty started to say.  "Um, may I?"

   "Mmm-hmmm," I answered, raising my arms so I could run my hands through
my hair.

   The young man placed his hands on my hips and bent down so that he was
eye-level with my shaved pubic mound.  Very slowly, he traced his finger
down my body until he made contact with the pink lips of my vagina.  He
stroked them softly, causing me to stand up on the tips of my toes.

   "Oh, wow!" I suddered.

   It had been a long time since another boy touched my pussy.  And at
twenty-years old, I was technically still a virgin.  Right then, at that
moment, I decided I wanted him to take me.

   Ty was already up on his feet, leaning in to kiss and suck on my
nipples. He could probably tell how excited I was and that I was ready to
go.  His hands roamed over my body, and I was loving it!  The young man
moved behind me, reaching his arms around to caress and rub my stomach. 
When he pulled my hair to the side and kissed me on the neck, it was the
most amazingly passionate moment of my life.  While one hand clutched and
squeezed my breast, he lowered his other arm so that he could begin
fingering my pussy.

   As he pulled my body close to his, I could feel his hardness press
against my bare bottom.  I was just waiting for him to drop his pants. 
Would he try to take me from behind?  My mouth was watering as I closed my
eyes and let him tease my nipples.

   "Oh, TY -- don't stop!" I cried out with pleasure.  "Don't -- stop --"

   "Hey you!  What are you doing to Erica!"

   Opening my eyes, I saw Jimmy standing in front of us.  I had been
grinding my ass into Ty's crotch, and he had both his hands on my tits.  We
both froze.

   "Ah, Jimmy -- it's not what you think," I said, helpless.

   "Is this your friend's cousin?" the young man spoke into my ear.

   I couldn't believe this was happening!  I really wanted to have sex with
this guy!  We had been flirting with each other since last year, and now I
was so horny.  Besides the total humiliation of being caught like this, it
was incredibly frustrating.

   Jimmy curled his fingers in a fist and cried, "You better not hurt her!"


   That was actually kind of cute, as I could see the boy take on a fierce
countenance and he stepped forward.  My knight in shining armor, saving me
from danger.  More like saving my virginity!  Still, the sentiment gave me
a warm feeling in my tummy that I couldn't quite describe.  Like having an
older brother stick up for me on the schoolyard.

   "I think I had better go," Ty said, and I could feel him adjusting his
pants behind me.

   I was speechless.  To be interrupted like this was just so unreal -- I
wondered if he was upset, if he would hate me.  While I wanted him to stay
and pleasure me, I couldn't do anything with Jimmy standing there!  Ty
brushed passed me and said, maybe another time.  Then he proceeded back
down the trail, presumably to find the path that led to the golf course.  I
stood standing with arms hanging at my sides, fully nude in front of
Alicia's cousin.

   "What was he doing to you," the boy asked suspiciously.

   "Nothing --" I stammered, blushing.  "We were just -- playing." Jimmy
came over to stand next to me, as if making sure I was all right.  "You
mean like tickling you?"

   Ty, the twenty-year-old guy from college, was taller than me.  But Jimmy
and I were about the same height.  It was almost as if we were peers.  I
stood very still, my whole body flushed, conscious of how close I was to
having an orgasm.  My nipples stuck straight out, quivering.  The boy
walked around me, and I could sense he was budding with curiosity.

   "Sort of," I said breathlessly.  "Would -- would you like to tickle me?"


   I knew it was wrong, and I shouldn't have said it!  But I was not
thinking straight.  My mid was in a fog, I guess I was still thinking with
my body.  Fortunately, Jimmy was probably just as confused, and the boy
kept his distance.

   "Nah," he answered, rubbing his nose.  "I think we should start getting
back home."

   Turning my head, I was conscious of my bare profile and ashamed.  "Well
-- how am I going to do that?  All my clothes are gone --"

   Jimmy moved around me, looking on the ground and at the trees
surrounding us.  He kicked over a log, and then found a low hanging branch.
I watched as he carefully pulled off a few broad leaves.

   Walking up to me, he said, "Here, Erica, you can wear this --"

   The boy reached out his arm, and placed a bright green leaf right on my
pussy!

   "Oh!  Jimmy!" I gasped.  "You -- you shouldn't touch me -- there!"

   But to my amazement, the leaf momentarily stuck to my shaved lips, which
were moist and excited.  I held my breath and tried not to move.

   "Take these," Jimmy handed me two more leaves.  "Hold 'em up to your
tits.  It will be like a tiny bikini, like what we said to the fishermen."

   In disbelief I took a leaf in each hand, between my fingers, covering my
erect nipples.  "What about my butt?"

   Alicia's cousin shrugged his shoulders.  "You'll just have to stay
facing forward, and don't turn around.  Come on, let's go!"

   With that, the boy spun around and started down the trail again.  I saw
that he had picked up a long, gnarled branch and was using it as a walking
stick.  Not knowing what else to do, I tiptoed after him.  It was easy
enough to keep the two leaves up top held daintily in front of my small
breasts.  I wasn't sure how long the leaf below, however, would remain on
my crotch.  I tried to be careful, I really did.  At first, with my thighs
squeezed together, the leaf stayed pressed against my pubic mound.  But
soon I had to take longer strides in order to keep up with Alicia's cousin.


   We rounded a bend in the trail, and I recognized that we were getting
closer to the dock by the lake.  My heart was beating fast again. 
Suddenly, I looked down, and saw that my leaf covering had vanished!  The
nub of my clit was poking out, and I figure the contact along with the
movement must have been too much.  Frustrated, embarrassed, and aroused, I
tossed the other leaves to the ground.

   "Jimmy," I called out.  "Jimmy -- I'm naked again!"

   Immediately I dropped down in a crouch, with my knees wide apart and my
hands on the ground in front of me to keep my balance.  In this position, I
was aware of my pink labia hanging out, dangling, clearly visible.  But
there was nothing I could do about my excited pussy.

   The boy stopped in his tracks, turning his head to look over his
shoulder.  He did not look pleased.  Rather, it seemed he was annoyed that
I had misplaced the leaves of my pretend bikini.  He shook his head as he
faced me, and I stood up swiftly, with my arms at my sides.  Jimmy raised
his walking stick, using it to point at my full frontal nudity.

   "Maybe you like running around without any clothes," he suggested.

   "No!" I insisted.  "It's just that -- I guess the leaves were kind of
itchy.  My skin is very sensitive."

   I blushed, telling him this, even more so because my nipples were now
pointing toward the sky.  It was then I realized that I wanted to make the
trip back home like this.  I had done it before, of course, but not in the
company of others who were dressed properly.  The fact that it would be two
younger boys I was supposed to be looking after, only increased my
humiliation and excitement.

   After a moment, Jimmy move the stick to point at my crotch.  "So really,
how come you don't got no hair down there?"

   "Well, um," I stuttered, caught off guard.  "I shave off all the hair,
since, oh God!  I like the way it feels -- I mean looks!"

   The boy scrunched up his face, as if trying to make up his mind what he
thought of my private parts, which weren't so private any more.  "Yeah, it
does look -- interesting.  Is that why that guy was tickling you there?"

   "Can we just get going?" I answered flustered, deciding Alicia's cousin
had gotten enough of an up close examination.

   I shyly cupped both hands over my pussy, and crossed my feet at the
ankles.  Waiting anxiously, I rubbed my toes behind my other leg.  This
exposure was making me hornier, if that were possible, and more embarrassed
at the same time.  Finally, Jimmy started moving down the path again.

   "Come on, Naked Erica, it's a long way back home!" he chided me.



   34 - Erica's Thanksgiving by American Cowboy

   "Oh come on, Erica, it will be fun!" my friend Christa said, sitting
atop her bed in her room.

   It was the first week of November, unseasonably warm, and we were
gathered at the house of my friend from college.  It was the four of us,
Christa and myself, along with Alicia and Carrie.  The busty brunette and
the buxom blonde were my close friends since high school.  Now, the
ginger-haired art student peered at me over the rim of her stylish black
glasses.

   "I don't know," I whined.  "I'm just not comfortable around kids --"

   At my side, Alicia giggled and pinched my arm.  "You're just saying that
because my cousin is always catching you naked!  I swear, that boy has
learned more about female anatomy from you --"

   "Quit it!" I folded my arms and turned away, feeling my ears blush
bright red.

   Christa continued her pestering, "Well they are not little kids.  They
are seventh graders -- practically young men and women.  And I could really
use your help on this project."

   Her project was to create a Thanksgiving-themed feast complete with
costumes and decorations.  This was to be arranged at the local junior high
school, and it was all part of the Art degree Christa was working toward.
Carrie and Alicia were pitching in, and now they wanted me involved.

   "You'll make such a cute little Indian," Carrie said.

   I frowned at her and replied, "I believe the correct term is Native
American."

   The playful strawberry-blonde only smiled and squealed, "That's perfect!
You will make a great Naked American --"

   "Native American!" I repeated, feeling flustered and nervous.  "Really,
Carrie, you need to learn to be more sensitive."

   Christa suddenly bounced off the bed and grabbed her bag.  "Then it's
decided!  We're all in this together.  Now let's go shopping."

   Well!  I wasn't really sure that anything had been decided, but who
could argue with a trip to the mall.  So I found myself trailing after the
girls as we piled into Alicia car and drove off.  Leaving me to wonder what
I had gotten myself into.  It was made clear to me there would be no
backing out and that was that.  With a sigh, I just resigned to being a
part of the project and tried not to worry about it.  Then I could enjoy
the rest of the day.

   The next three weeks seemed to fly by.  Now Thanksgiving was only a few
days away, and I know kids all over were looking forward to the holiday
break, even us kids going to college.  Yet here I was, standing in the
girls bathroom of a junior high school, surrounded by my friends, Christa,
Alicia, and Carrie.

   The seventh grade classroom had already been prepared for the feast, and
that was fun.  But now it was time to change into our costumes.  Alicia and
Christa were going as Puritan women, in their long black dresses and white
kerchiefs over their heads.  To my surprise, Carrie actually put her hair
up and dressed like a boy Pilgrim, complete with the tall black hat and a
toy popgun.  She was adorable in her puffed out pants and buckle shoes. 
There was something strangely erotic about this beautiful young woman
wearing these old fashioned men's clothes.

   Now I was stripped down to my underwear, which made me very embarrassed
because my other friends were all covered up.  Carrie handed me a doeskin
loincloth and I quickly tied it on at my waist.  The brown tasseled hem
barely reached past the crotch of my panties.  And I was pretty sure I was
showing too much hip and leg.  But before I could say anything, Alicia was
behind me unhooking my bra!

   "Hey!" I cried, startled and embarrassed.

   Christa held up the matching doeskin top and explained, "Really Erica,
the Indians weren't running around in those lacy things back then!  This is
much more authentic."

   Submissively, I dropped my arms and allowed Alicia to come around so she
could pull my bra off my body.  I closed my eyes knowing that my breasts
were feeling quite perky today, and -- oh!  I could sense my nipples
sticking out, almost wiggling.

   "Here, you better put this on," Christa's infectious giggle caused me to
open my eyes again.

   Before I could be further humiliated, I grabbed the top and hurried to
get it in place.  It kind of tied on like a bikini, with durable strings
that fastened at the back of my neck.  There were tassels that hung down in
front, but my tummy was left quite bare.  I had to admit, the feel of the
soft material on my skin felt really nice.  Adjusting the top to make sure
I was covered, I then walked over and slipped my feet into a pair of boots.


   "I figured these might go with this outfit," I said shyly to the other
girls looking at me.

   Carrie folded her arms in disapproval.  "This isn't Cowboys and Indians,
Erica!  And Indians didn't wear cowboy boots!"

   "Native Americans --" I started to remind her.

   "Just take them off," my friend insisted.  "You'll have to go barefoot,
like a good little Indian princess."

   I clutched my hands to my chest, looking around with wide eyes.  The
girls said nothing, waiting for me to continue.  So I obediently lifted my
legs, though reluctantly stepping out of the boots.  I watched as Alicia
gathered all my things to be taken back to the classroom.  Arching up on my
toes, I was starting to feel a little nervous.

   "Something is still not quite right," Carrie declared, eyeing me
critically.

   Christa then opened up her bag and found what was missing.  She pulled
out a simple headdress.  Really it was just a band, and had a single soft
feather sticking up in the back.  The detailed-orientated Art student
walked over to my side and placed the final part of the costume on my head.
I had to reach up myself, checking that the band was secure around my hair,
and I could feel it was a snug fit.

   At that moment, with my hands positioned on top of my head, Carrie
stepped in front of me so she could stick her fingers under my loincloth.

   "Wh- what --" I gasped, startled.

   In one quick motion, Carrie yanked my panties down my legs completely!
Christa and Alicia were on either side of me, holding me steady.  This
allowed the strawberry-blonde to take one foot in her hand as she slipped
the fabric free and then removed them from my other foot.  She stood up,
twirling the material around her finger.

   "There," she said triumphantly.  "Now you look perfect, Erica!"

   My hands darted down from the feather, to the doeskin cloth, which was
the only thing covering my bare crotch.  "How --"

   "She's even talking like an Indian," Alica giggled.

   I turned to look at my friend in surprise.  "Seriously!  I cannot go out
into the school like this!  I'm barefoot, and -- I'm hardly wearing
anything at all --"

   Christa did a slow walk around me.  I could tell she was actually
considering going ahead with this!  When they told me I would be dressed in
a Native American costume, I never thought it would be an outfit so risky!
And to be paraded around in front of a class of Junior high school
students, like this.

   "No, no, it's not that bad," Christa said, apparently warming up to the
idea.  "This is much closer to an authentic representation, Erica."

   Speechless for a moment, I could only reply, "But -- my underwear!"

   Carrie grabbed her gun and took me by the wrist with her other hand. 
"Don't worry so much.  Let's go!"

   Alicia in her pilgrim woman outfit moved ahead to open the door.  With
Christa behind me, I was dragged out of the restroom and into the school
hallway.  There were some students about, and they watched us with great
interest.  They pointed and laughed, but more so in a spirit of fun and
enjoying the holiday.  No one seemed to think I was inappropriately
dressed. My little bare feet slapped over the floor as we marched toward
the seventh grade classroom.  Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

   Then, Carrie leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "God, you look
sexy!"

   That made my face blush bright red, and I could feel my nipples poking
beneath the doeskin top.  I suddenly felt very self-conscious again, but
now it was too late.  The teacher greeted us at the door and invited us
inside.

   "Don't you ladies look wonderful!" she said with great enthusiasm. 
"What splendid costumes!  Good job, Christa.  Now I will leave the students
in your care until I return later this afternoon."

   The classroom had been festively decorated for Thanksgiving.  In
addition to the autumn colors, there were harvest scenes and Indian tribal
colors.  The desks were pushed together to make a large banquet table,
around which all the students were seated.  They were all prepared for a
sumptuous feast.

   I kind of stood shyly off to the side, while Christa talked to the boys
and girls about the importance of this day of remembrance.  She told them
about how grateful the Pilgrims were to have the assistance of the Native
Americans to get them through that first rough year in the New World.  It
was at that point, she signaled me to bring out the first platter of food,
just like we had rehearsed.

   Of course, when we were going through her lesson plan, I had been fully
dressed.  Now I was scantily clad in a loincloth and basically a bikini
top. I looked at Christa and silently shook my head.  She in return, shot
me a glance so fierce, that I really had no choice but to follow her
instructions.  So I started to walk to the table on the side where all the
food was prepared.

   Moving slowly, so as not to reveal too much, I felt like all eyes were
upon me.  While my friends were dressed in baggy, conservative clothes, I
had much of my slender twenty-year-old body on display.  I imagined the
students enjoyed the stark contrast, the show of my bare tummy as well as
my arms and legs and feet.  Trying not to make eye contact, I reached the
table and picked up a tray of sliced turkey meat.

   Christa went on to explain how the Native Americans showed the Pilgrims
the best places to hunt, in order to make their provisions most bountiful.
She was really doing a great job, and Carrie was hamming it up with the toy
popgun.  Finally, I placed the platter on the center of the stable and
stepped back toward the front of the classroom.

   All the students looked at me and thanked me, as if they were real
Pilgrim boys and girls.  That actually made me smile, and created a warm
feeling in my tummy.  That is until, one boy in the back of the room.

   "She doesn't look like a real Indian," he stated.

   I thought that was a bit obnoxious, since of course we were only
pretending.  It's not like I ever claimed such heritage.  For that matter,
my friends were not real Pilgrims, and Carrie was certainly not a man!  But
that did not seem to bother the other students who were now mumbling in
agreement.  Somehow, it was only me who they decided, did not fit the part.


   I figured it was probably because of my fair complexion.  These students
were probably used to reading their history books and seeing pictures of
Native Americans with more brown or reddish skin.  And my hair was soft
brown, coming down to my bare shoulders, instead of long, black and
braided. But seriously, what were they expecting?

   Carrie was crouched down between a couple of girls, who were sharing
some reading material.  Evidently, it contained pictures of the Mayflower,
and the Pilgrims being greeted by the Natives.  Another boy found a book
about the various tribal people and showed this to Carrie as well.

   "I see what you mean," my friend said.

   The young woman dressed as a Pilgrim stood up and walked back toward the
front of the room, moving behind me.  I felt her hand on my shoulders and I
froze.

   "It seems the boys and girls are used to seeing Indians bare-chested --"
Carrie giggled.

   Before I could react, or say or do anything, the girl had her fingers on
the leather tie string.  It came undone quickly, and then Carrie reached up
to unravel the tie behind my neck.  Sweeping her hand in front of me, she
pulled the doeskin top completely off.

   And just like that, I found myself standing before thirty students with
my small tits sticking out!  In fact, I was up here in front of everybody
only in a loincloth!  Alicia and Christa looked shocked at first, but then
broke out in laughter as the seventh graders cheered their approval.

   Carrie held the material over her head for everyone to see.  She then
went on to explain how the Native Americans taught the Pilgrims to use
animal skins to make all sorts of helpful and wonderful things.  eI'm sure
she was making this up as she went along.  I watched as she gave my top
away to one of the girls, who delighted in the soft pliable leather. 
Rubbing my bare toes behind my other leg, I lifted my hands to hide my
elongated nipples.

   But Christa was soon at my side, moving my arms out of the way.  "Erica
is a shy little Indian!"

   "We can't be doing this!" I hissed, my eyes darting around the room.

   The college Art student only rubbed my arm affectionately saying, "Just
play it off as being natural.  It certainly is more realistic.  And since
the teacher isn't here, I guess I'm in charge -- and I say it's OK! 
Besides, female Native Americans weren't self-conscious about their
chests."

   "Well I am!" I sputtered, feeling my whole body blush.

   The girls then left me, so they could attend to the rest of the feast.
For a moment, I just stood there, trying hard not to cover my breasts
because that would draw attention to my embarrassment.  I felt like I was
standing up in front of the class in just my panties.  But as I slowly
started to move and walk on my bare tiptoes around the corner of the room,
I realized it was much worse.

   I was now even more sensitive to the soft flaps of the loincloth
bouncing over my pussy and my bottom.  There was nothing covering my sides,
only the twined strings across my hips like a bikini.  I was sure that if
any of the seventh-graders got too curious, they might easily peek beneath
the single item of clothing that I was wearing.  Not to mention my exposed
nipples, which were so erect!

   Rubbing my arm just above my elbow, I used my other hand to reach down
and make sure that the front loincloth stayed in place.  I had made it to
the table where we had set up refreshments and other desserts.  Here, I
hoped I could remain mostly out of the way, and let Christa, Alicia, and
Carrie take care of the rest.

   But attending to all thirty students, the girls had their hands full. 
Suddenly, one of the boys seated at the side of the table closer to me, was
asking for more grape juice.  I looked around, then realizing that he
expected me to refill his cup.  Nervously, I picked up the pitcher and
walked over to his chair.  This was as near as I had been to any of the
students.

   He held his drinking glass firmly on the table, and I had to bend over
so I could pour the juice without spilling any.  Straightening myself
again, I thought that wasn't so bad.  And then his friend on the other side
of me, gulped down his drink, asking me to fill it back up.  With a sigh, I
turned and bent down and proceeded to pour the juice out of the pitcher.

   Behind me, I felt a little tug on the loincloth.  I looked over my
shoulder, to see the young man inspecting the material.

   "Please," I said quietly, "Please don't play with that --"

   The boys giggled, which made me blush.  But he did let go and I was free
to return to the food and refreshments station.  Now I watched as they
continued to turn around and laugh.  I decided I had better move to another
part of the room.  So with my little tits sticking out, I stepped lightly
toward the back of the classroom and walked around the table.  A couple of
girls stopped me, and one of them told me that I was pretty.

   "Thank you," I said shyly, reaching up a hand to tease the ends of my
hair.

   Noticing the books that were open on the table before them, I recognized
these girls as the ones Carrie had been chatting with.  Her friend had the
doeskin top that my friend had given away!  She had the soft leather
stretched out and was stroking it like she might a furry pet.

   The girl looked up at me and said, "This is so nice.  Did it come as
part of a set?"

   "I think so," the other seventh grade girl said, lifting up my front
loincloth.

   "Um, please be careful," I told them, trying not to point out that I had
nothing on underneath.

   "I wish I could have been an Indian," the first girl said, holding up
the top to her own budding chest.

   Her friend rubbed the front of my loincloth and asked excitedly, "Oh! 
Can we try this on as well?"

   "Girls, no!" I started, feeling very flustered and embarrassed.  "I'm
sorry --"

   "But why not?" they both whined in unison.

   I squatted down between the two of them, and drew them close.  My voice
was barely above a whisper as I explained the loincloth was the only piece
of clothing I was wearing.  I didn't want anyone else to hear.

   Then one of the girls stood up and offered me her seat.  "You must be
tired from standing, especially since you aren't wearing shoes!"

   Well, I had to admit it would be nice to sit down even just for a
minute. I slid over onto the chair, and carefully crossed my legs. 
Reaching my hand lower, I rubbed my heel and bare toes.  It felt sort of
strange sitting at the table like this, surrounded by the other Junior high
school students.  Many of them were as tall as me, so I practically fit in.


   "Now we can have a closer look at this one," the girl said, quickly
untying the straps at my hip.

   I was alarmed, but afraid to jump out of the seat.  "No!  You can't --
I'll be completely naked --"

   "You still have your Indian headdress," the other young lady pointed
out, gently patting the feather that stuck up behind my head.

   Self-consciously, I lifted my hands to touch the leather band around my
hair and forehead, making sure it was secure in place.  In that moment, the
other student finished the knot and was able to whip the loincloth right
off me!  Stunned, I sat there -- nude at the table!

   The girl held the material against the front of her pants and twisted
around to show her friend.  "You know, we read that the Native Americans
helped teach the Pilgrims how to dress warmly for the winter."

   The girls continued to giggle and chat.  Amazingly, I felt myself
getting turned on!  Well how could I not, being unclothed in a junior high
classroom surrounded by dozens of young people.  It was my worst nightmare,
and the humiliation only began to increase my arousal.

   At that moment, the door opened, as the teacher returned to check on how
things were going.

   "Hide me!" I squeaked.

   "No, just stay where you are," the girl standing up advised, while
rubbing my bare shoulders.  "I bet she won't even notice."

   Her friend sitting next to me reached over and squeezed my thigh. 
"Pretty cool, huh?"

   I watched as the teacher walked over to Christa on the other side of the
room.  She said that everything looked wonderful, and the students nearby
nodded in agreement.  Luckily, I was all the way in the back, and did my
best blend in.  I wished I could turn invisible.

   "And where is your friend who was dressed as an adorable little Indian?"
the teacher asked.

   Alicia moved in to take the woman by the arm and answered, "Oh, Erica
has been very helpful.  She has been spending extra time with the boys and
girls to make sure they understand the true spirit of cooperation between
the Native tribal people and the first settlers."

   Hearing that statement made me blush, and I wondered if my friends had
known about my predicament.  It seemed odd that they had left me on my own
for so long.  But I saw now that Alicia's explanation had satisfied the
teacher, as she started to depart from the classroom.

   Pulling the white tablecloth over my lap, I kept my legs crossed and
began to bob my foot up and down.  By squeezing my thighs together and
contracting my vaginal muscles, I was able to create a rather nice
sensation.  I was starting to feel really good, in a bad way.

   Suddenly, a boy slid his chair next to me.  "Hey, what's your Indian
name?"

   "Wha -- What?" I stammered.  "I don't understand --"

   "Come on," he insisted, "the Natives had tribal names, like Pocahontas,
right?  Are you still wearing your costume?"

   The news must have spread around this side of the table.  His questions
had me flustered.  I turned my head, and saw the girls waving my doeskin
top and the loincloth.

   One of them spoke, "She was showing how the Indians cared for the
Pilgrims by giving us her clothes."

   The boy grinned.  "Yeah?  Then I guess your Indian name can be Running
Bear.  Although you better make that, B-A-R-E!  So how about you run over
and get me more juice."

   "Oh!" I gasped as the students around me giggled and teased.  "But --
but --"

   All of a sudden, it was like I was back in high school.  The way things
would get out of control, events leading me to do things I never thought I
would do.  I could see the eager, curious look in their eyes and I knew
these students wanted to see me naked.  It made me feel so excited, and
guilty at the same time!  I found myself placing my feet on the floor and
pushing back the chair.

   Then I slowly stood up, arms at my sides.  They looked at me, at my full
frontal nudity, completely bare from head to toe.  Everyone was looking at
me!

   Realizing that I could not remain in the classroom like this, I spun
around and started to walk quickly around the side of the room.  This
allowed more people watching my pointy nipples quiver and my tight bottom
bouncing.  Only when I reached the front of the classroom did I shyly cup a
hand over my pussy and hide my breasts.

   "Erica, what happened to the rest of your outfit?" Carrie laughed.

   Confused, as it did not seem I had much to begin with, I asked, "Rest?"

   "You still have your Indian feather," the strawberry-blonde pointed with
her chin.

   Like playing a game of "Simon Says", I felt compelled to lift my hands
up to touch the feather attached to the headband.  I lifted both my hands,
leaving them in that position.  In this way, I stood totally naked before
the class -- my shaved pussy lips parted, and I could feel my clit becoming
erect.  Closing my eyes, I shuddered.

   "Carrie," I whispered.  "I need to go -- I'm very horny, and I can't
stay here!"

   When my friend's heavy sleeve brushed past my elbow, I had to open my
eyes again.  She was headed for the classroom door, where she opened it up
and took a peek outside into the hallway.  Then she pointed to two boys
along the side of the table, the two who had been pestering me earlier.

   "You and you," Carrie said with authority.  "Come up here."

   The young gentlemen were all too happy to oblige.  Alicia and Christa
moved over as well, standing in front of me to shield my body from the rest
of the class.

   "What's going on here?" my two friends dressed as Puritan women both
asked.

   Carrie had her toy popgun and pointed it at me.  "It seems Erica has
been a naughty little Indian, and must be cast out of the tribe.  Boys, do
you think we could chase her all the way to the playground?"

   My eyes went wide in shock.

   One of the seventh-graders rubbed his shirt across his nosed then
answered, "Yeah, I guess.  What happens if we catch her?"

   "Well, let's give her a head start --" the twenty-year-old blonde who
was herself dressed up like a Pilgrim smiled so mischievously, it made my
erect nipples stand straight up!

   Then, just like that, she fired her toy gun, which made a loud pop and
sent a cork connected by a string in my direction.  It hit me in the tummy
and made me jump, the whole class erupting in laughter.  Suddenly, the mood
had changed from a Thanksgiving feast, to more like a Salem witch hunt! 
Taking my cue, I dashed out of the classroom, fully naked into the school
hallway.

   Oh my gosh!  I thought to myself, strangely remembering to adjust the
Indian feather and headband.  Out here it was quieter, but the stillness of
the corridor made me very aware of my nudity.  A little further down I
crept, until I could hear the muffled sounds coming from other classrooms.
What if a teacher walked out of her room!  I quickly clasped both hands
over my pussy and spun around.

   Desperately, I thought I should head for the girls bathroom.  Maybe my
clothes were still there.  I honestly don't remember if Alicia had taken
them with her.  I looked over my shoulder, then jogged through the hallway,
my bare bottom bouncing playfully.  If only I wasn't in some junior high
school -- this was so humiliating!

   And then I heard voices coming from around the corner.  Carrie, maybe?
But instead it was an older woman's voice and another lady.  It might be a
school administrator -- and a class mother!  I was horrified at the thought
of being caught running around without any clothes on.  So I considered my
options in a panic.  The boys had said I could run out onto the playground.
Maybe that was a good idea, and I should leave the school building.

   The voices grew closer as my bare feet slapped over the tiles.  I had to
think quick -- which way was the exit?  I paused after I passed by some
festive holiday decorated bulletin boards.  My nipples and pussy quivered,
my whole body seemed to tingle.

   "Oh --" I moaned, as I scanned the hallway to make sure the coast was
clear.

   Before I knew it, I was streaking past the main office.  Hopefully any
secretaries would be too preoccupied to watch me running through the
hallway.  I glanced again over my bare shoulder, to see that no one was
following me.  But then I looked straight ahead, only to nearly stumble
into a student who was dressed for hall monitor duties.

   The boy was wearing a bright orange sash that was slung over his
shoulder and fastened at the hip.  His eyes were wide as he raised a hand,
effectively stopping me in my tracks.  I stood with my arms dangling at my
sides, eyeing the hall monitor sash longingly.  It would have fit nicely
over my slim body, effectively shielding one breast and maybe hang low
enough to cover my crotch.

   "Um," the junior high school boy stammered.

   "Ah --" I started to explain, "Is this the way out of the school?"

   The boy looked me over from head to toe and then asked, "Do you have a
hall pass?"

   "Look!" I answered, feeling incredibly flustered, "I'm completely naked!
I don't have anything on me --"

   "Oh, but you're dressed like an Indian," the hall monitor observed.

   His mention of my minimal costume caused me to lift my hands again
self-consciously to the headband.  My tits stuck out a little further, or I
should say, my elongated nipples.  Then I turned around, afraid that
someone would be coming around the corner at any moment.  This gave the boy
a nice view of my feather from behind, if that's what he was looking at.

   "Yes, I was helping out at the seventh grade Thanksgiving feast, and I
lost the rest of my costume in an accident," I confessed.

   Cupping my hands over my shaved pubic mound, I glanced over my shoulder
at the boy.  I told him that I needed to leave because I was so embarrassed
about what had happened.  He seemed to genuinely feel sorry for me. 
Holding out his arm, he pointed the way to the exit.

   "Thank you," I said shyly.  "And please don't tell anyone you saw me
like -- this." As I crossed my arms in front of my bare body, I proceeded
to jog down the length of the hallway until I reached the exit.  The whole
time, my cute little ass wiggled and bounced, making me feel very horny.  I
couldn't wait to be alone.  Pushing the door open, I checked to see that no
one was immediately outside the school building.  I turned my head to look
back down the corridor, where the hall monitor was watching me.  Very
slowly, I stuck my slender leg outside and wiggled my toes.  Then I pulled
the rest of myself through, walking outside totally naked!

   I shivered a bit, but more out of excitement than because I was cold. 
Actually, I was rather warm, and the fresh air felt nice on my skin. 
Slipping a finger inside my pussy, I found I was quite hot!  Right there, I
started masturbating, on the steps of the junior high school.

   "There she is!" someone shouted.

   Opening my eyes halfway, I saw three people coming straight at me.  It
was Carrie, I realized, and the two boys from Christa's classroom.  Oh, why
now!  I looked down, and saw that I still had a finger between my soft,
silky, pink folds of skin.  This, I removed, and stood with my arms at my
sides for a second feeling ashamed and blushing.

   It's like they knew I would emerge out of this doorway.  As surely as my
clitoris emerged out of its hood, fully erect for all to see.  So I placed
a palm in front of my pussy and swung my other arm out as I started to run
off to the side.

   "Don't let her get away!" Carrie called out.

   Get away?  Where could I possibly go?  We were still on school property,
and that thought frightened me and thrilled me at the same time.  I ran
barefoot across the parking lot, spotting the playground over by the grass
and some trees.  It looked like there were a number of places to hide, as
long as the kids didn't come out for recess.  Well, I could hide from
anyone leaving the building, but Carrie and the boys saw exactly where I
was going.

   Halfway toward the edge of the asphalt pavement, the boys caught up with
me.  Nude, I had stepped daintily on my tiptoes, aware of my delicate pink
parts on display in broad daylight.  But the boys in their sneakers had no
trouble closing the distance.  They came up beside me and took me by the
wrists, one on each side.  In this way, they deliberately walked me over to
the swing sets.

   Here they made me sit while we waited for Carrie to join us.  The black
rubber seat felt nice on my bottom.  I crossed my legs, keeping my toes
raised off the ground, and covered my small tits with my hands.  The young
woman who was dressed as a pilgrim approached the three of us and stood in
front of me.

   "Well, boys, what have you found?" she asked, smiling.

   One of the young men behind me said, "We caught a wild Indian!"

   "Native American," I squeaked, and started bobbing my foot up and down.

   Carrie bent down and took both my feet in her hands.  Gently, she
separated them, spreading my legs wide apart.  I was revealing a lot, but I
knew she wanted me to stay in that position.

   The strawberry-blonde young woman looked over at the seventh graders. 
"And what do we do with a captured Native?"

   The boys thought for a moment before one of them said, "I was watching
some old movies, with Cowboys and Indians -- sometimes they would scalp
them."

   "Well, as you can see," my friend pointed directly at my bald crotch,
"this little Indian doesn't have much hair on her body.  But let's tie her
up!"

   I almost jumped out of the swing, shocked by her suggestion.  But Carrie
was standing in front of me, and my legs were opened invitingly, making me
aroused and ashamed at the same time.  The boys on either side of me
grabbed my arms, pulling them away from my body.  At once, my perky breasts
were exposed and Carrie leaned forward to flick my nipples.

   "Oh --" I moaned.

   Taking my arms, the two young men brought them to the chain links that
hung from above, supporting the swing seat.  They then began to wind some
sort of rope around my wrists, tying me to the chains.  I squirmed and
kicked my bare feet up and down, but it was no good.

   "It was a good idea to grab these jump ropes," one of them said.

   In protest I cried, "Do you treat the other girls in your class like
this!"

   Actually, the thought of being a girl back in junior high school and
getting stripped stark naked on the playground by my classmates was very
exciting.  In a sense, these boys were fulfilling a fantasy of mine, and I
felt an orgasm building.  I struggled against the ropes and chains one more
time, and then planted my heels in the ground.

   The three Pilgrims now stood in front of me, seeing every inch of my
unclothed body.

   "I guess you can take her feather as a trophy," Carrie offered.

   One boy ran behind me, the other move forward, practically climbing on
top of me.  Together they reached for the Native American headband, lifting
it off my hair.  I whimpered, completely nude and helpless.  In fact, now
that they had the feather, I felt like they had removed everything I was
wearing -- stripped entirely!

   I bucked my hips once, as a pearl drop of cum formed just below my pink
clitoris.

   "OK, boys, you can go back to class now and show the others how you
dealt with the Indian," Carrie instructed.

   "Cool!" they both shouted, and with the headband and feather in hand,
then ran back to the school building.

   A little dazed, I shook out my shoulder-length brown hair.  I tried to
stand up, but I was tied to the swing.  My pussy quivered and twitched as
Carrie took a step closer to me, lowering her popgun.

   "Carrie, why did you do this to me?" I asked breathlessly.  "I am so
close -- this is so humiliating!"

   In reply, my friend pulled the trigger, ejecting the toy cork on a
string.  Although it did not hit me, the sound made my body jump and spasm.
Carrie grinned and took the cork between her thumb and forefinger.  She
lifted it to her mouth first, sucking on it and getting it nice and wet. 
Then she lowered her hand so she could rub the cork next to my pussy lips.

   "And what would you be most thankful for, Erica?" the strawberry-blonde
asked in a sultry voice.

   I was now beginning to experience convulsions as my toes curled and I
clenched my fists.  "Please -- please make me cum!"

   Carrie put the toy gun down, and then removed her tall pilgrim hat.  She
unloosed the tie and shook out her mane of red and golden hair.  She looked
beautiful.

   "Now it's time for me to enjoy a holiday feast," the girl giggled.

   Placing her hands on my thighs, she crouched down and brought her head
between my legs.

   HAPPY THANKSGIVING!



   35  -" Erica -(TM)s Paint Job

   My stepbrother Robert and I were going to be spending some time
together, as we agreed to help paint inside my grandmother's house.  She
lived at a stately old home on a large property, that hadn't been fixed up
for a while.  The house itself was a Victorian, so it was at least a
hundred years or older.

   I should clarify that Robert, again, is my stepbrother and the son of my
father from a previous marriage.  It was my father's mother that we were
helping, so I guess that would make her my step-grandmother as well.  I
never got to see her much, and didn't really know her.  For that matter,
she was off vacationing in Europe and we wouldn't even be meeting this
time. Robert and I would have the whole house and property to us.

   My brother was a couple of years older than me, and in fact he was just
out of college.  We rarely had a chance to hang out together, since high
school it seemed.  I was always running around with my friends and he had
his own social circles.  Now the two of us could catch up a little.  That
was good, I guess.  But I suddenly started feeling nervous once we were in
his car and heading off for his grandmother's house.

   She lived about two hours away, which meant this could be a long awkward
drive.  I was dressed in white overalls with a cute pink shirt underneath.
The pants came down to just above my calves, leaving my lower legs bare.  I
had sneakers on, but wasn't wearing any socks.  Remembering how I looked in
the mirror that morning, I thought it was a pretty cute ensemble.  Now I
shifted my gaze to Robert as we drove in silence, and then stared straight
ahead again.  I was wondering if he thought I looked cute.

   My stray thoughts wandered, as I recollected that he had already seen me
naked twice.  Not something simple like a quick flash pulling on a top or
changing out of a swimsuit; but he had seen me completely, totally nude
from head to toe and under very embarrassing circumstances.  Both times had
been in my senior year of high school.  Once when I had just turned
eighteen, and again right after graduation.  Both times, after Robert had
seen me without any clothes on, I had run to my room and masturbated.  I
had secretly fantasized about him watching me.

   My mind and emotions were getting all confused now.  I don't know if my
body had developed much since then.  I had always been slim, and smooth. 
Smooth as in, not a hair on my body beneath my eyebrows.  My breasts were
small and perky sometimes, with long nipples when I was excited.  And I had
an adorable little bottom, or so some friends had told me.  But the burning
question inside me was -- would Robert be curious about what I looked like
now, two years later?  I shifted uncomfortably in the passenger seat next
to him.

   "Hey, Erica, what's wrong?" he turned his head and asked.

   I crossed my legs and fussed and sighed, before stammering, "Nothing!"

   "All right, kiddo," he replied, using his affectionate nickname for me.
"Just put on some music.  We will be there in no time."

   And so we turned on the radio for some background distraction.  At least
he let me pick the station.  This helped me relax a bit.  Soon I was able
to take my thoughts off those embarrassing moments of the past.  I could
look forward to working with him and just having fun, while helping our
grandmother.

   We approached the property from a quietly meandering road.  There really
was a lot of privacy out here.  The closest neighbor on either side could
not be seen from the house.  Robert drove up the long driveway and parked
the car.  As we both got out, I walked around to the back so I could take
some of the paint cans.

   "I already brought over some of the other supplies we need," he
explained.

   Nodding my head, I had the handle of one can in my grip, while Robert
carried two.  From the size of the house, I figured we were going to need a
lot more.  Then for some reason, an unrelated memory from my high school
days came back to me.  Walking next to my stepbrother, I blushed and
lowered my eyes.

   Robert caught my sudden shyness and grinned, "What?"

   "Well --" I started slowly, bouncing the can of paint against my thigh
as we climbed toward the house.  "I was just thinking -- remembering --
there was a time I was naked in the high school auditorium."

   Shaking his head with a laugh, Robert said, "Yeah, I know.  Graduation.
I was there, remember?"

   Actually, I was shocked to find myself sharing this even as I continued,
"No -- I'm not talking about that event.  There was another time --"

   "Another?" now it was his turn to act shocked.

   I bit my lip as the two of us approached the front door.  "Once, when I
was maybe sixteen, we all got called down to the auditorium for an
assembly. It was like the entire sophomore class.  My friends Alicia,
Carrie -- and Lisa were there."

   "And what happened?" Robert asked, holding the door open to let me
through.

   "They started teasing me," I told him truthfully, "and they got me in
trouble.  The teacher, Mrs.  Green, I think --"

   My stepbrother chuckled, "Yeah, I remember her.  Go on, kiddo."

   "Well, she scolded me, and told me to sit still.  I was so embarrassed.
But she told me to sit absolutely still, and not to make any noise.  The
girls took advantage of the situation, and with the lights down, started to
undress me!"

   Robert ushered me into a spacious room, where all the furniture had been
moved out.  He put down the two heavy paint cans, and I did the same.  I
noticed that there were white sheets laid out over the hardwood floor in
preparation.  There were more cans of paint against a wall, as well as the
brushes.  It looked like we would be all set to begin.  I wondered if I
should drop the subject.

   "So, then what," Robert finally asked.  "I mean, they just were messing
with you and unbuttoned your shirt or something?"

   Strolling around the room, I saw there would be a lot of space to work
in.  Two doorways on opposite sides led deeper into the house.  And I think
around the corner, I spotted a large spiral staircase.  I paused, and
glanced over my shoulder.

   "No, no -- they started by taking off my shoes," I told him.  "But I
couldn't do anything about it.  So then they peeled off my socks --"

   At this point, I crossed my legs, and stepped one foot on top of the
other.  Pushing down, I was able to pop my heel out of the sneaker. 
Slowly, I lifted my foot out completely, and then kicked off my other
sneaker.  I twirled around, standing up on my bare tiptoes to face Robert.

   "So you were barefoot, Erica," his gazed lowered to look at my pretty
feet.  "Just like you are now --"

   I nodded my head and replied, "But the girls didn't stop!  They took off
my skirt next, and then my blouse -- leaving me sitting in the auditorium
in just my underwear!"

   My last words came a little breathless, and I could feel my heart
beating faster.  Oh my God, did he expect me to provide a demonstration
right here, as part of telling the story?  I didn't think I could go that
far.  Undress right now in front of Robert?  I mean, I kind of wanted to,
but I couldn't.  I realized I had better finish this up before things got
out of hand.

   Waving my hand dismissively, I continued, "Yeah, well -- the girls made
me take off my panties, and Alicia who was sitting behind me, unclasped my
bra.  Once they pulled it off, there I was -- sitting buck naked in the
auditorium surrounded by a hundred students.  Pretty stupid, huh?"

   Robert was quiet for a moment before he smiled, "It must have been
pretty wild.  Your friends are crazy --"

   I lowered my eyes bashfully, clutching my hands behind my back.  What I
didn't tell him was that after I was nude, I had played with myself and had
an orgasm.  But I think he knew I was embarrassed about the episode. 
Although I'm sure he sensed there was more that I was not telling.  Oh God,
now I was making myself horny!

   "Um, I guess we should stop wasting time," I mumbled and pointed my chin
at the paint cans.

   The young man in his mid-twenties shook his head and laughed, as if my
little story had been a mere diversion to keep us from doing any work.  He
moved past me and found one set of cans.  Popping the lids, Robert began
the mix the colors together until they were a creamy butterscotch.  I
watched as he stirred the paint, almost mesmerized by the smooth languid
circles.

   "All right, kiddo," he said handing me a brush.  "Start over on that
side, but don't paint too close to the door."

   I said that I understood, and then with brush in hand, skipped barefoot
across the room.  It wasn't until after I started, that I noticed Robert
had picked out a wall on the opposite side to begin with.  He was keeping
some distance between us.  I turned to face him and pouted, then stuck my
tongue out at him like a brat.

   It was probably good that we didn't work too close together, so I could
keep my mind on my work.  On the one hand, I was a little annoyed as if he
didn't appreciate my company.  Then I thought how humiliating it would be
if he knew my secret thoughts.  But finally, as I continued to paint my
side of the room, I was feeling more and more playful.

   After about an hour, we had made some good progress.  I had reached the
edge of the open doorway, leaving a half a foot of space as I was
instructed.  In this way, I was able to put down my brush and touch my
fingers to the unpainted wall as I leaned forward into the next room.

   "Hey, Robert --" I called out.  "Where do these stairs lead?"

   The young man, busy working, looked over at my slender form hovering in
the doorway.  "Where do you think they lead?  Upstairs!  There are some old
rooms up there, but they are unused.  Grandmother can't be bothered to
climb stairs anymore."

   "Oh," I answered softly.  "OK -- do you think it's all right if I have a
look?"

   Now Robert put down his paintbrush.  "Come on, Erica, stop fooling
around.  There's nothing up there -- just old, empty dusty rooms!"

   "Then I won't be but a moment!" I giggled and ran through the doorway.

   As my feet slapped over the wooden floors, I reached the staircase and
paused.  Would he follow me, I wondered.  After waiting a moment, I lifted
my leg and began to climb the winding steps.  They took me high onto the
second floor, and Robert was right.  It was pretty empty and quiet up here.
There was hardly any furniture at all.  Just an odd end table shoved
against the wall, and the occasional old-fashioned lamp, which I could
trace my fingers around.

   Walking more slowly, I stayed close to the balcony.  This house must
contain so many memories, I thought.  Maybe I could make a few memories of
my own today.  My hand absently played with the buckle on my overalls, even
unfastening it.  This allowed me to swing the strap lightly as I paced the
deserted hallway.

   I had the sudden idea to strip naked, and then walk back into the room
downstairs.  I would act all innocent, and see if Robert noticed.  That
made me giggle to myself.  Of course he would notice!  He would see my
small perky tits and erect nipples, as well as my completely shaved pussy
--

   "Oh my God, what am I doing?" I said as I shook my head.  "This is
nonsense!"

   Banishing these thoughts, I proceeded to turn around, preparing to
stroll bck down the staircase.  Getting naked in front of Robert might have
been a fantasy of mine, but it didn't mean I would act on it.  My hand came
to rest on the ornate handrail at the top step.

   Then I was struck by an alternative thought.  Perhaps it was a bit much
for me to go bare-assed nude in front of the young man, but maybe I could
try the next best thing.  I hurried back to the side and peered over the
balcony.  No sign of Robert come looking for me.  I then quickly unsnapped
the other button of my white overalls, and let the top half fall to my
waist.

   Since I wasn't wearing any shoes, it was easy for me to let the pants
drop the rest of the way down my legs, and just walk out of them.  With my
overalls lying crumpled on the floor, I grabbed the bottom of my pink shirt
and pulled it up, completely over my head.  I wasn't wearing a bra today,
so I was now topless as I let the article of clothing slip to the ground.
Before I could change my mind, I immediately tugged on my panties, lowering
them to my feet, and then stepping out of my underwear.

   For a brief second, I savored my secret nudity.  Robert had no idea I
was standing up here in my bare birthday suit, and the realization was
delicious!  However, I promptly retrieved my overalls and began to pull
them onto my legs.  I gave a little jump when I tugged them up, the seam of
the material making contact with my hairless crotch.  Finally, I brought
the straps over my bare shoulders and fastened the buttons.

   "There!" I breathed in satisfaction.

   Then, before I could change my mind, I bent down to scoop up my panties
and shirt.  I couldn't believe I had been wearing so little today.  And now
I was wearing eve less!  It was as though my body was acting on impulse, as
I dashed down the hallway into a side room.  Across the floor I crept until
I came to a window that faced outside.  Using the two pieces of clothing to
protect my soft hands, I was able to push against the wooden frame and lift
up.

   I poked my head outside, enjoying a clear view of the expansive
property. The sky was bright blue and the fresh air was pleasantly warm. 
And then I tossed my shirt and panties out the window!  They floated on the
breeze as the items were carried gently away from the house and drifted
toward the ground.  I had only a vague idea where they landed.

   So now I was dressed in my white overalls -- and that was it!

   Rubbing my arms a little, I turned around and walked out of the room. 
The straps felt good on my bare shoulders.  Of course, in front, they only
marginally concealed my nipples.  I would have to be very careful how I
walked.  Although, I had a feeling my small tits would be peeking out quite
a bit.  At least the rest of my bare body was decently covered.  Excitedly,
I wondered how long it would take Robert to figure out I hadn't on any
underwear.

   By the time I returned to the upstairs hallway, I was growing slightly
nervous.  I mean, I hoped I didn't push this too far, or let things get out
of hand.  My bare toes found the top step of the winding staircase, and I
slowly made the descent.  About halfway down, I stopped and bit my lower
lip.  Oh God, my nipples were so erect, and my pussy tingled.  He would
know I was horny.  I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, then continued.


   Finally I made it to the ground floor.  Hopefully, Robert wouldn't be
upset that I had disappeared like that.  I figured I would just quietly
return to my paint can and brush, and continue working like nothing was
different.  It was kind of like a game, as long as he didn -(TM)t get too
close.

   As soon as I walked through the open doorway, the young man called out.

   "Oh, there she is!" he said, laughing.

   I took two more steps into the room, and then saw there was another
young gentleman with him.  This guy looked to be about Robert's age.  He
had a painter's cap on his head, turned backward, but I thought I saw tufts
of blonde hair above his ears.  I immediately stopped dead in my tracks and
started blushing.

   Robert waved me over, and then turned to his friend.  "Gus, this is my
little step-sister, Erica --"

   The other twenty-something-year-old guy began walking toward me, with
his hand extended in greeting.  I arched up on my toes, instinctively
trying to appear taller, then glanced anxiously over my shoulder.  Oh, why
had I discarded my other clothes completely out of the house!  I trembled,
fearing my secret would be revealed all too soon.  And then I held out my
hands in protest, before he could get near.

   "Wait!" I cried out.  "I, uh -- you know, been painting and I don't want
to get paint on your hands --"

   He stopped, as I had requested, but then gave me a little wave.  "Hello,
Erica.  I'm Robert's friend, Gus."

   "Nice to meet you," I said, blushing at the young man.

   Robert must have caught this and added, "Erica is kind of shy --
sometimes."

   Gus only smiled warmly and pointed at the open paint cans by the
doorway. "Well, it looks like you got a head start on me.  But pretty soon,
I will be making a mess, too.  Maybe then we can shake hands."

   My nipples were rock hard and my pussy twitched beneath my overalls.

   "Sure," I said softly.

   And then he turned around to join my stepbrother, gathering up supplies.
In this way he walked back across the room, allowing me to breath a sigh of
relief.  Hopefully he would keep his distance by painting over there.  I
don -(TM)t think he had come close enough yet to notice my topless state
under my shoulder straps.

   So finally I turned my back to the boys and prepared to resume the work
I had started earlier.  Picking up a brush, I moved on to the next wall and
began applying the paint in broad strokes.  I tried to keep my mind focused
on the job, but it wasn't easy.

   Behind me, I could hear Robert and Gus talking about the room and how to
get the best coverage, how many coats of paint it would take, stuff like
that.  Their male voices filled my head, reminding me of my femininity, if
that makes any sense.  In other words, I was self-conscious of being the
only girl around these two guys, and it made me feel a little vulnerable.
Perhaps my own body betrayed me as my nipples pointed up, fully erect. 
Occasionally I would graze one with a finger and it made me moan.

   Still, I listened to every word between the young men.  There
conversation drifted to sports and work and other subjects that occupied
their lives.  It was like I had already been forgotten.  Although I suppose
that may have been a good thing.  I didn't want to draw attention to
myself.

   Suddenly, Gus called out across the room, "Hey, Erica, what year in high
school are you?"

   "High school?" I replied in shock, and then turned around to face my
stepbrother and his friend.  "Didn't Robert tell you?  I graduated two
years ago!  I'm in the second year of college!"

   So upset about the accusation of still being in high school, I almost
marched over to slap him in the face.  But I didn't take too many steps
forward because my small breasts started bouncing, and my long nipples
quivered.  Instead, I just glared at Gus.

   "Hey, I'm sorry!" he shrugged his shoulders apologetically.  "I didn't
know -- you look like you could be -- you look young, that's all."

   Next to him, Robert laughed.  "Yeah, Erica's sweet and innocent."

   Oh God!  Why didn't he just tell him that I had no pubic hair!  Well,
not that he knew.  Except the last time my stepbrother had seen me naked,
he saw that I shaved my pussy.  Oh, I was getting myself flustered all over
again.  And I was doubly embarrassed because what Robert said was true. 
Despite everything I had been through, I was still a virgin.  My ears
turned bright red, and I was about to put down my paintbrush and leave the
room.

   "Hey, kiddo, where do you think you're going?" Robert called after me.

   Even though I wanted to be left alone, something in his voice compelled
me to stop.  I had already ditched him once today, so I suppose walking
away would just be irresponsible.  Standing up on my bare toes, I looked
over my shoulder.

   "I have to go out back to the garage and find a ladder," he explained.
"You stay here and keep painting with Gus."

   Now I spun around again, clutching my hands in front of my chest.  "Oh,
but I could go and look for the ladder --"

   Robert shook his head, "It will be pretty big, and I don't think you
could carry it by yourself.  Besides, I don't want you to wander off."

   The last part he said with a wink, before turning to leave the room.  I
heard his footsteps down the hall and eventually leading him out of the
house, the door opening and slamming shut.  Just like that, I was alone
with Gus.  I mean he seemed like a nice guy, although I had only met him
this afternoon.  But if he was one of Robert's friends, I guess it would be
safe.

   In awkward silence, the two of us resumed painting the walls, working on
opposite sides of the room.  Finally Gus spoke up, inviting me to paint
along the section where he and Robert had been.

   "Um, that's OK," I said.  "I'm fine over here."

   But the young man only laughed, "No, seriously, Erica.  You can be
putting a coat on this wall, and as it dries, I'll paint the second coat."

   I had no intention of moving, although my toes curled in excitement. 
Oh, how I wish I had been wearing shoes and socks right now!  I pretended
to ignore him.

   "Or I can just start on the second coat over there," Gus continued. 
"Where you were painting earlier."

   "Suit yourself," I mumbled, trying to sound uninterested.

   I listened as he picked up his paint can and walked over to my side of
the room.  Part of me wished that Robert would hurry back.  Part of me
wished he would take a very long time.  Feeling kind of warm, I cleared my
throat.  I realized I was using my brush on just one spot, over and over
again.

   And then Gus stood behind me, his hand reaching over to gently take my
wrist.  In this way, he guided the paintbrush, making long slow strokes. 
He put his other hand on my waist, easing me down until I was in a crouched
position, as we painted lower to the floor.  Then he pulled me up again.

   "There, that's better," he said softly.  "You see...  the paint is
applied much more evenly."

   "Mmm-hmmm," was all I could answer, somewhat dazed.

   My free hand, the one that wasn't holding the paintbrush, absently
strayed toward the button on my overalls.  My eyes were closed, it's like I
forgot where I was or what I was doing.  In this way, I unbuttoned the left
strap, and let it fall off my shoulder.

   "Well, you certainly came dressed comfortably," I heard Gus chuckle.

   "Huh?" I gasped, my eyes fluttering open.

   I looked down, and saw one bare tit sticking out with a very long
nipple.

   "Oh my God!" I blushed, embarrassed.  "I didn't mean -- it's not like --
I had a shirt on, but --"

   Gus smiled and laughed again.  "It's OK, Erica.  I saw before that you
weren't wearing a shirt beneath those overalls.  Since you have small
breasts, it's really not that noticeable.  I figured you dress like that
quite often..."

   "Small breasts!" I blurted out, angrily and blushing furiously.

   The young man held up his hands in defense, saying, "Well, yeah, they
are kind of on the small side.  But don't get me wrong...  they look nice.
And, um, you have cute feet, too."

   "Oh God," I murmured, closing my eyes.

   My knees felt weak, as my arms hung at my sides.  I almost dropped the
paintbrush.  Desperately curious, I wondered what other parts of my body he
liked.  For a moment, silence returned between us.  I could smell him close
to me.  And then I heard the front door bang open.

   "Hey, Gus!  Give me a hand with this!" I heard my stepbrother Robert
calling out.

   Just as I opened my eyes, I watched his friend turn around and quickly
head out of the room.  I was left standing there, pondering our encounter,
thinking about the possibilities.  My overalls were still being held up by
only one strap, as I did not adjust the other one.  When the boys came
back, hauling the ladder into the room, I only raised a hand to hide my
exposed nipple.  And I thought to myself how Gus must have seen it fully
erect.

   Robert and his buddy struggled to carry the ladder close to the wall on
the side.  Not so much because it was heavy, but the thing looked like it
might fall apart.  The ladder was probably twelve feet tall, and made out
of creaking wood.  Each rung was sanded and polished smooth, cylinder
shaped, almost like rolling pins.  But the edges seemed to be worn, making
me wonder how steady it would be to climb.

   "I don't know, are you sure about this?" Gus was expressing his concern.


   Robert continued evaluating the worth of the ladder, then said, "Well
how else are we going to paint up there by the molding?"

   I watched the two young men debate the issue.  Truthfully, I had no idea
how stable it was, but I did have doubts of my own.  Then the guys turned
to look at me standing in the corner.

   Gus snapped his finger saying, "Erica could do it!  She's light enough,
I bet the ladder would hold her..."

   "What?" Robert and I exclaimed at the same time.

   "No offense, kiddo," My stepbrother assured me and then turned to his
friend, "But Erica is kind of...  accident prone."

   "I am not!" I stamped my bare foot on the floor.  "But I am a little
scared of heights..."

   Gus folded his arms and grinned like a little boy.  He did look good in
his tight T-shirt.  I took a small, hesitant step forward.

   "No way!  It's too dangerous," Robert protested.

   But his friend was eyeing me, drawing me closer.  "What do you say,
Erica?  Think you can do it?"

   I stopped about halfway toward them.  With one hand over my heart, I
could feel it beating faster.  Although the real reason was that I was
hiding an exposed breast.  And now my tummy fluttered, my legs trembled.

   "You want me to go all the way up there?" I started slowly.  "And
paint...  how am I going to do that?"

   Gus inclined his head toward the opposite side of the room, and told
Robert to go get the hook-pole.  When my stepbrother turned in that
direction, I scampered over on my toes until I was in front of Gus.  I then
faced the ladder, placing both hands on the rung that was eye level.  The
overall strap that had been unbuttoned, fell to my side.

   "Now what?" I squeaked.

   What happened next sent a thrill of electricity through my body.  Gus
placed one hand on my bottom, and finding a clean paintbrush, inserted it
bristles down into my back pocket.  I had forgotten these overalls had back
pockets.  They were closed tight, and the young man had to really work the
brush in, as I wiggled my ass.  But once it was in place, the brush was
secure and would not fall out until I pulled it out.  Maybe I was just
horny, but there was something sexual about all of this.

   And then I realized that as he was standing behind me, Gus must have
gotten a good look down my back.  He would have seen that I wasn't wearing
panties...  I think he saw my crack!

   Robert's friend leaned close and spoke into my ear," I think you should
start climbing, Erica."

   Immediately, I raised one bare foot to the bottom rung.  Putting my
weight on it, the ladder did indeed hold.  So then I grabbed the rung above
my head and pulled myself upward.  Just a few feet off the ground, I turned
my head to look over my shoulder, and watched my stepbrother approach with
the long metal pole that had a hook on the end.

   "We will pass up the paint can to you," Gus was explaining.  "You don't
even have to take the can.  Just dip and paint..."

   "All right," I mumbled and continued my ascent.

   As I mentioned, I really was kind of scared of heights.  I don't know
why I was doing this stupid thing.  My hands gripped the rungs more tightly
as I climbed higher, lifting each foot one at a time.  I clutched my body
to the ladder, pressing close as I pulled myself toward the top.

   And as Robert mentioned, I am a bit accident-prone.  Or at least it
seems that way.  You see, the front of my overalls had two buttons, just
beneath my breasts.  The shoulder straps each ended in a thin metal loop
that hooked over these buttons.  Of course, I already had one strap undone,
hanging uselessly at my side.  In fact, each time I climbed higher, my
nipple was rubbing against the rungs, being flicked slowly up and down.  It
felt incredible.  But so occupied was I with this situation, I did not
notice on my right side, a nail that was partially banged into the ladder.

   When I pulled myself up, nearing the top of the ladder, the head of the
nail slipped under the clasp of the shoulder strap.  It snapped the loop
right off the button in one motion, even as I climbed to the next rung. 
The result was that the strap lifted up, and fell behind my arm.  Before I
realized it, both of my little tits were sticking out, and the top half of
my overalls were hanging from my hips.  Add the weight of the wide
paintbrush in my back pocket...  and gravity took effect at once.

   The white overalls started sliding down my smooth slender legs.  I had
no shoes on, or anything else, to catch the fall of the material.  Besides,
I was already midway stepping up to the next rung, as I pulled myself
higher.  I was probably ten feet off the ground.  As I lifted my toes away
from the ladder, the pants dropped completely off one leg.

   Not even dangling for a second.  My other foot reached for the rung I
was standing on, pulling right out of the overalls that now descended to
the floor.  I stood there, quivering, my toes curled around the wooden
rung. My fingers curled on the rung in front of my face.

   Fully naked on the ladder...  my stepbrother and his friend watching me
from below!

   I managed to peek over my shoulder, enough to look past the curve of my
back and supple behind.  The boys were staring up with faces of
astonishment.  I think my whole body started blushing.  And then, Robert
pounced on the overalls that had fallen off me, picking them up in
amazement.

   "Erica, where are your clothes?" he called out.

   Next to him, his friend Gus washed a hand over his mouth and replied,
"Looks like you're holding them."

   But Robert only shook his head.  "Erica, come back down here."

   "No!" I answered in a small voice.

   "Seriously, Erica, you can't stay up there," my stepbrother repeated. 
"Come on and climb down.  We'll hold the ladder steady."

   "But I'm...  nude," I foolishly stated the obvious.  "And...  and... 
you will see me."

   However, the boys just stepped to the ladder, one on each side.  Robert
and Gus took firm hold with both their hands, waiting for me to start my
descent.  I can't believe this had happened, so fast, and like this!  I
took a deep breath.  Slowly I lowered one leg, one very bare leg, aware of
my nudity from my toes all the way to my buttocks.  If climbing up the
ladder with one bare tit sticking out had been incredible...  I couldn't
describe the sensation of climbing down completely naked!  And I couldn't
cover up at all because I still needed both hands to cling tightly to the
rungs.  At least they were only seeing my backside, for the moment.

   As my legs moved and separated, it occurred to me that if they looked
up, they might see more intimate parts.  My pussy lips were puckered out
and moist, offering maybe even a glimpse up my vagina.  The thing was,
because I was still frightened about the height, I was in no hurry to get
back down.  My foot would lower and hover just above the next rung,
allowing a lingering, teasing view of slender form.  Although I was the one
who felt like I was being teased.

   Finally, my toes touched the sheet on the hardwood floor.  I found
myself between the two young men, and staggered backward, cupping both
hands over my pussy.  The way they had discovered my secret lack of
clothing, made me want to die of embarrassment.  Robert folded up the
overalls and slung them over his shoulder, pointing an accusing finger at
me.

   "So where are the rest of your clothes?" he asked again.

   "I don't know!" I answered, and then made the humiliating confession. 
"I threw my shirt and underwear out of an upstairs window..."

   Meanwhile, Gus had found my sneakers and dangled them playfully in front
of me.  I bit my lip, and then gingerly reached out an arm.  Still, I
remembered to keep one hand over my shaved vulva.

   "No, Erica," my stepbrother moved between us.  "You will not get these
back until you find the rest of what you were wearing today.  I suggest you
go outside and start looking for your stuff."

   "Not a single thing?" I gasped, with my eyes wide and innocent.

   Robert glanced at his friend, as if asking if it would be all right with
him.  "Listen, kiddo, I don't care if you spend the rest of the day naked.
This is what you get for playing around."

   I sighed, and turned around slowly, showing the boys my bare butt. 
Hugging my body tight, I looked over my shoulder, pouting.  Then I told my
older stepbrother that I understood.  Sufficiently scolded, I walked out of
the room without a shred of clothing.

   My immediate thought, after the initial shock had worn off, was to go
back to the room upstairs to see if I could find where my clothes had
landed.  Once I was out of view of the boys, I was able to relax my pose,
dropping my arms to my sides.  Now I jogged up the wide staircase, my
little tits bouncing deliciously.  By the time I reached the second floor
balcony, I stopped to notice just how erect my nipples were.

   "Oh..." I moaned, tracing a finger down my stomach and around my
bellybutton.

   Trying to stay focused I padded down the hall and into the empty room in
the corner.  The last time I was here, at least I had on my overalls.  I
crossed the floor and walked all the way to the open window.  Sticking my
head out, the breeze up here felt nice on my face and bare shoulders. 
Scanning the property below, I could not detect any sign of my pink shirt,
or the light wisp of my panties.  I guess I would have to do a ground level
search.

   Returning to the head of the staircase, I paused to consider my options.
Since there was a lot of privacy surrounding the house, that shouldn't be
such a problem.  Robert and Gus would still be about the place, but I
figured they would stay in the room painting.  Unless they went on a break
at some point, or found a window to spy on me.  How voyeuristic!  I closed
my eyes for a second, picturing me prancing around the yard in my birthday
suit.  My stepbrother and his friend watching in secret...

   Gliding down the stairs, I ran a hand along the old mahogany banister.
As I neared the floor, I discovered that the steps were not so wide that I
couldn't place a hand on each railing to either side of me.  In order to do
this however, I also had to stretch my slim legs wide apart.  With a bare
foot hanging off the right and left side of the broad step, this left my
pink labia to dangle out in the open.

   At that moment, Gus came walking around the corner, gulping a bottle of
water.  Our eyes met and we both froze.  Unfortunately for me, I remained
in this rather revealing position.  We just stared at each other, or
rather...  I stared at him staring at me, if that makes any sense.

   Finally he lowered his bottle, and asked, "Did you find any of your
clothes yet?"

   I wrapped my fingers tightly around the railings, feeling my butt cheeks
clench, and answered in a husky voice, "No...  not yet."

   The young man was drinking in the sight of my full frontal nudity.  He
was seeing my pussy for the first time, clean shaved, and succulent lips
just sitting out there, waiting to be fondled.  The longer I stood like
this, the harder it was for him to stay a polite gentleman.  I guess I
couldn't blame him.

   With a sudden smile, he said, "Good.  It would be a shame to cover up
such a pretty flower."

   And he reached out with one hand to lightly touch my pussy.  It made my
toes curl, and my body quiver.  He didn't make contact with my clitoris or
insert a finger or anything like that.  It was just a brief, gentle brush,
acquainting his touch with my sensitive folds of skin.  It felt absolutely
amazing!

   "Mmmph," a small whimper escaped my lips, and I was quickly on the verge
of orgasm.

   But then I heard Robert calling out, approaching from the other room. 
For some reason, I was afraid to let him catch his friend playing with me.
Oh, my nipples were sticking straight out, and there was just no way of
hiding from Gus how turned on I was.  I had to get away from here, or else
I would lose control completely.

   I hopped onto the floor and dashed around the opposite corner.  This led
me to a new hallway, a part of the house I hadn't been to before.  Keeping
close to the wall, I inched forward until I found a side door that opened
back outside.  I wasted no time rushing into the fresh air, stark naked.

   This was such torture!  My own stepbrother was keeping me from getting
dressed.  And his friend was keeping me horny.  And then I understood
Robert's intention.  He wanted me to go off somewhere by myself, so I could
masturbate and release all my pent up sexual excitement.  That was actually
rather sweet of him.  Always looking out for his little sister.

   Well, I walked further away from the old house realizing here was my
chance.  I could find a nice spot on the property, perhaps under a tree, or
just lie down in the grass.  Then I could make myself cum, and finally
begin to calm down.  I paused, turning around to look back at the house. 
Raising one hand, I stroked my chin in thought, while resting the fingers
of my other hand lightly on my tummy.  A cool breeze blew over my body,
tickling my privates.

   "I'm not ready to orgasm yet," I said to myself.

   Even though in truth, I could go off with the slightest touch, I decided
instead to look for my clothes.  So I started to walk around the property,
imagining my nude body was in view for anyone gazing from a distant window.
Still, I did not hide or cover up, but made a slow and deliberate search
for shirt and panties.  Too bad there weren't any neighbors close by, I
giggled.  Although part of me was also relieved, as the privacy made my
task all the more easier.

   From the outside, I wasn't quite sure I could locate the room from where
I had tossed out my things.  And it was entirely possible the two articles
of clothing were blown about and scattered across the yard.  I didn't
really want to go around the front, because even with the long driveway,
there was a very real possibility of being seen from the road.  Boldly, I
made my way around the side of the house until I could see Robert's car.

   "Oh my gosh!" I gasped, covering a hand over my mouth and pointing.

   Down at the bottom of the driveway, I spotted a piece of pink material
fluttering on the ground.  Now how did it blow all the way out there?  But
it had to be my T-shirt, since there was no other source of pink on this
side of the property.  Then I lowered my eyes to look at my smooth pussy,
and blushed.

   Cupping a hand over my pubic mound, I slung an arm over my perky breasts
and jogged across the front lawn.  Suddenly, I was very self-conscious
about my nudity, even crouching down as I reached the car.  Just in time,
too, as I watched a truck or a van rumbling down the normally quiet street.
I hoped the boys didn't schedule any deliveries!

   My heart was beating faster now, with realization setting in that I was
squatting outside totally bare.  Robert and Gus might even have a little
fun and lock me out of the house!  Quickly, I glanced behind me and rubbed
my shoulders.  Listening for the sound of any other vehicles or other
people about, I decided to make a run for it.

   Scampering barefoot all the way down the driveway, I discovered that my
shirt had been whipped into the middle of the road!  There was a house on
the opposite side of the street, which I seemed to only notice now as I
tiptoed out in the open.  Oh God, they could be watching me!  I bashfully
lowered an arm to pick up the T-shirt between my fingers.  Just then, a car
rolled onto this section of the road.  Honestly, Robert and I hadn't seen a
soul on our way up here.  Where were these people coming from?

   I didn't have time to put on my top, but clutched the shirt in a fist as
I spun around and dashed back toward my grandmother's house.  Nearly
stumbling as I reached the driveway, there was a loud beep from the car as
it drove past me.  I was blushing furiously at the thought of a stranger
catching me bare-ass nude.

   Shaking out the shirt, I found it wasn't that dirty.  It hadn't gotten
ripped or torn, either.  So now I slipped it over my head, stretching the
material down my chest and elongated nipples.  But it was a cute and tiny
little thing, coming down to just above my bellybutton.  I took a deep
breath and sighed, briefly scanning the front lawn of the property.

   There was no way I would be able to find my underwear.  The only reason
I got my T-shirt back was because the bright pink color stood out.  But if
I could convince Robert to return my overalls to me, then I would be decent
again.  I still had not masturbated.  I hoped he wouldn't be disappointed
or angry with me.  Nervously, I walked bottomless up to the front door.

   Once inside again, I shuffled down the hall the way we had originally
entered, only this time with my bare butt wiggling and hands clasped over
my pussy.  Stepping into the spacious great room, I saw my stepbrother and
his friend still at work painting.  I arched up on my toes, waiting for
them to notice me.

   "Hi Robert, hi...  Gus," I finally spoke.

   The two young men turned to regard me.  Their eyes wandered from my
pretty feet up my claves and knees and smooth thighs.  They saw me standing
in the doorway, with only my hands to hide my hairless crotch.  I could
feel my clit poking out.

   Robert put down his paintbrush and said, "So it looks like you found
your shirt, Erica."

   "Yeah," I mumbled and walked slowly into the room.

   Gus, seeing my shirt for the first time today commented, "It looks nice
on you."

   I lifted a hand to tease a lock of hair, while trying to maintain some
modesty.  "At least I have something on.  Now do you think...  can I have
the rest of my clothes?"

   The boys look at each other, as if considering my request.  My eyes were
drawn past them to the corner of the room where I thought I saw my overalls
folded neatly and my sneakers placed on top.  Robert whispered into his
friend's ear, sharing a private conversation.  Then my stepbrother walked
across the room to collect my things.

   However, to my surprise, he only picked up the sneakers before turning
back in my direction!  About halfway toward where I stood, Robert bounced
my shoes to the floor and they landed at my feet.

   "Since you only came back with one article of clothing," Gus explained,
"we decided you can't have everything back."

   I touched one of the sneakers with my toes, and then looked back at the
two young men.  "Oh, um, well...  I wish you would let me put my pants back
on!"

   The two of them only grinned.  I guess it's what I deserved.  But this
was so humiliating, being disciplined by my stepbrother in front of his
friend.  And asking permission to get dressed again made me feel very
embarrassed.  I crouched down, and then lowered myself to sit bare assed on
the floor.  In this way, I fit the sneakers snugly on my feet.  With my
legs separated as I sat on the floor, I'm sure they caught more than a
glimpse of my pussy.  But there was nothing I could do about it.

   Finally I stood back up again, reaching behind me to brush my exposed
little bottom.  A pair of sneakers and a short pink T-shirt...  that's all
I was wearing!  I waited to see what would happen next.

   Robert had a clean paintbrush in his hand and with this he walked over
to me.  "Here you go, Erica.  Time for you to get back to work."

   My eyes went wide hearing his instructions.  In shock, I dropped both
arms to my sides.  At the same time, erect nipples pushed out from beneath
my shirt.  This was too much!  They wanted me to continue painting... 
bottomless?

   "But...  but..." I stammered helplessly.

   Robert gently lifted my hand by the wrist and placed the brush between
my fingers.  "That's right, kiddo, get your butt over there and back to
work!"

   I could see he was serious, though not at all upset with me.  He was
just letting me deal with the consequences of my foolish actions.  Like a
good older stepbrother.  So I stepped across the room with my free hand
between my legs.  I half expected a slap on my ass.  But the boys were well
behaved, and nobody touched me.

   Let me tell you, it was not easy painting while keeping one hand over my
pussy!  It did not stay there very long.  I kept glancing over my shoulder,
fidgeting, knowing my butt was being watched.  Even worse, I was conscious
of my excited labia unfolded and hanging down between my legs.  When Gus
came over to switch paint cans, I had to take the handle with my free hand.
I walked to the next section of the wall with my pussy lips parted and
visibly on display.

   We finished the second coat of paint after a few more hours.  Luckily my
stepbrother and his friend were in fact serious about their work, and did
not spend much time teasing me.  I had to admit, the three of us did a good
job, even despite my condition.  It was just turning dark out when we
called it a day.

   "All right, Erica, it's time for us to go home," Robert announced.

   I looked over at my overalls still folded neatly in the corner, and then
I looked over at Gus standing off to the side.  No one made a move to
gather my discarded clothes.  I'm really not sure what Robert had in mind.
He didn't say I wasn't going to get them back.  All I knew is that it would
be a long ride home, nearly two hours.

   Finally, I got up the nerve to approach my stepbrother and asked,
"Would...  would it be all right if Gus drives me home tonight?"

   Robert rubbed his chin in thought, and then looked at his friend.  The
blonde-headed young man only shrugged his shoulders, said it would be no
trouble.  Again, Robert considered for a few minutes as I waited anxiously
in the middle of the room.  He then walked over to his friend and pulled
him off to the side.  I watched as they had another private conversation,
certainly out of earshot from me.

   At last, Gus came over dangling his keys in one hand.  With his other,
he took my fingers and led me toward the door.  Of course I kept one hand
discreetly covering my bald crotch.  I looked back over my shoulder and
said goodbye to my stepbrother.

   Robert laughed and said, "See you in the morning, kiddo..."

   Leaving the house, the early evening air caressed my legs and bottom. 
It felt really good to be out here like this!  Still, I couldn't believe I
was about to get into this guy's car dressed in only a T-shirt and
sneakers. But I was incredibly horny, as you can imagine.  Besides, if
Robert didn't think it was safe, he would have never let me go along.

   Gus had his car, a black sleek sporty type, parked on the side of the
property.  It was just off the driveway, and I had not noticed it before.
He clicked the electronic locks, motioning me to climb inside.  The
upholstery was gorgeous, as my legs and backside made contact with the
brown leather seats.  I waited for Gus to get behind the wheel, my heart
beating faster.

   He started the engine, which purred with smooth efficiency.  The sound
made me stretch my legs and arch my back a little.  Folding my arms behind
my head, I sat with my lap completely uncovered.  The interior was dark
now, with only the various blue or red lights illuminating the driver's
display.

   Pulling out onto the road, we sped off in the direction leading back to
my town.  For a while, we did not encounter much traffic, either oncoming
or approaching behind us.  It seemed like it was just the two of us out
here, and the initial silence we shared was nice.

   After a few more minutes, I turned and asked Gus, "What did my
stepbrother tell you before we left?"

   "Are you sure you want to know?" he glanced over at my slender form in
the passenger seat and grinned.  "It might be kind of embarrassing."

   Lowering an arm so that I could trace a finger around my bellybutton, I
smiled back.  "That's OK, I've had a kind of embarrassing day today, you
know?"

   "All right," the young man chuckled.  "Your stepbrother cares very much
about you, Erica.  He just told me to be careful.  And he told me...  not
to have sex with you."

   I almost bolted upright, hearing the confession.  "Oh really!  You know,
I am in college, remember?  I think I'm old enough to decide whether or not
I want to get lucky!"

   "Yeah, I know, it's not that I was presuming anything," Gus stammered
apologetically, which was kind of cute.  "Robert just reminded me that you
are still sweet and innocent, and I kind of agree."

   Opening my mouth, I found I didn't know how to respond.  I was still a
virgin, that was true.  I shut my mouth and didn't say anything.  After a
few minutes driving down the highway, I quietly kicked off both my
sneakers.

   "Gus?" I asked in a small voice.

   I think he could pick up the scent of my musky feminine aroma as he
answered, "Yes...  Erica?"

   "Gus, I've removed my sneakers and I am completely barefoot now..."

   Robert's friend continued driving, keeping his eyes on the road, but
answered, "You really do have pretty feet.  I like your cute little toes."

   That made me giggled, and in fact I reached down to rub my lower legs.
The carpeted floor mats were delightful.  I then sat back up, bringing my
hands to the bottom of my short T-shirt.  Taking a deep breath, I waited to
see if Gus would try to stop me.  Slowly, I pulled the material higher, all
the way up to my chin.  My small tits stuck out, with extended nipples.  I
sat forward a little so I could tug the shirt over my head, tossing it
behind into the back seat.

   "I'm naked again," I said with breathless anticipation.  "Did Robert say
anything about not touching?"

   I wish I could say that I behaved like a lady on the ride home, or acted
like a good girl.  But I was so horny, that I just couldn't help myself. 
I'm ashamed to admit, I sat there nude in the passenger seat, teasing and
flaunting my body completely on display.  I closed my eyes, and spread my
legs apart.

   Gus pulled over to the side of the road, and asked me to get out of the
car.  I did so without question.  We were on a stretch of the highway
without many building close by, just woods to the left and right.  It was
peaceful and quiet as I stood on the edge of the cool pavement not wearing
any clothes.  Still, it felt like other cars could drive by any moment, or
a police patrol car.  I dangled my arms at my sides as my stepbrother's
friend walked around and pulled me under a bright light.

   He touched every inch of me, I think.  I was delirious with pleasure as
he fondled my nipples and kissed my lips and neck.  Gus was wonderful with
his hands, caressing my stomach and bare bottom.  He knelt down and licked
my pussy while I ran my fingers through his hair.  And then he gently
lifted me to the hood of his car, where he took my foot in his hand and
sucked on my toes.  It didn't stop there, as he placed me in other
positions and touched my most sensitive areas.

   Finally, he began playing with my clitoris, right there in the open on
the side of the highway!  It didn't take long for him to finger me to
multiple orgasms, making me cum as I squirted and cried in ecstasy.  My
body convulsed with the release I had sought for so long today, and Gus
held me in his arms.  We climbed into his car's back seat and cuddled,
before I eventually fell asleep.

   The next day, Robert told me that Gus was going to be moving away, which
is why he didn't want me to get too attached.  That's my stepbrother,
always looking out for me.  I was a little sad to hear the news.  But the
memory of our drive home, brought a sweet smile to my lips.



   36  -" Erica - Gone Fishing part 2

   Home at last, I was finally standing before the front door of my house.
It was bright and sunny in the early afternoon, and Alicia's cousin was on
one side of me with his friend Cody on the other.  They were trying to
behave, but positioned in between them, I could hear the boys snickering.

   I was absolutely stark naked.

   My feet were crossed at the ankles, arched up on my bare toes, and I had
one arm across my breasts while the other was slung low so that my hand
could cover my shaved pussy.  What a humiliating walk home this had been!
Jimmy had tricked me out of all my clothes back at the lake.  First he got
me to take off my bikini, because I was still wearing a long T-shirt.  But
then the clever boy used his fishing line to strip me completely.  Both the
shirt and my little bathing suit ended up in the water.  Cody insisted that
a fish ate my tops and bottoms.

   As ridiculous as it sounded, the real bottom line is that I was left
with nothing to wear -- at all!  We had to make an unbelievable trip from
the town park back to my house, hoping to arrive before Alicia's Aunt
returned to pick up her son and his friend.  They stayed close to me when
we were beneath the canopy of trees, and I know they enjoyed the sight of
my helpless nudity.  As embarrassed as I was, it also turned me on.  I did
my best to hide my erect nipples and quivering lower lips.  For the most
part, the boys marched ahead of me once we were beyond the safety of the
woods

   Out in the open, the boys served as good lookouts, making sure there was
nobody around.  I would have been so ashamed to be caught with these two,
plus I'm sure I would have gotten into trouble.  Luckily, even the few
times I think I was spotted, Jimmy and Cody stayed out of view.  Or they
pretended that they didn't know me -- pointing and laughing as I ran to
find a place to hide.

   Remarkably, the three of us returned to my house with no other problem
than that my whole body was tingling with excitement.

   "OK, Jimmy," I turned to look at the boy.  "Let's have the key so we can
get inside and I can get dressed --"

   Alicia's cousin seemed to frown at the prospect of me putting on clothes
again, although he stuck his hand in his pants pocket to retrieve the key I
had told him to hold onto.  After a moment, he put his other hand in his
other pocket.  He shrugged his shoulders, but didn't look me in the eye.

   Folding both arms across my breasts I said, "Jimmy -- Tell me you didn't
lose the key!"

   "I don't know!" he finally blurted out.  "It's your fault because you
weren't wearing any clothes!"

   "Naked Erica!" Cody giggled and teased me.  "Bare butt!"

   I pulled a strand of my brown hair behind an ear, glancing over my
shoulder to see that the boy did indeed have an ample view of my tender
bottom.  Immediately I dropped down into a crouch and pulled my knees to my
chest, also afraid of calling any attention from the road.  Lowering my
eyes, I saw that my nipples were still so hard.  I looked up at Jimmy and
blushed.

   "But I was wearing clothes when we left this morning!  I just didn't
have any pockets --"

   Jimmy grinned and said, "That's not my problem.  You should be more
careful."

   I couldn't believe the brat was blaming me!  He was the one who had lost
my clothes and the key!  Now I was left stranded out here in my bare
birthday suit.  What I wouldn't give to be left alone so I could spread my
legs and start playing with my pussy.  I tried to fight back these urges
and suppress such naughty thoughts.

   "What should I do?" I asked the younger boy.

   Again, Jimmy shrugged his shoulders, before suggesting, "Maybe you can
lay down on the front lawn and finish getting your sun tan."

   "Oh!" I gasped.  "I couldn't do that -- people in the neighborhood... 
might see me."

   "Maybe you can go in the backyard," Cody added, trying to be helpful.

   It did seem like staying out here was becoming more risky.  I thought
about it, and started to plan how I might get out of this situation.  Very
slowly, I stood up, carefully keeping myself covered with my hands.  I
eased my way between the boys, stepping down off the front stoop.

   With my bare ass turned toward the street, I remained facing Jimmy and
his friend.  "OK -- that's -- that's a good idea.  I'll go into the
backyard, while you two wait out here.  When your mother shows up, Jimmy,
just tell her that I am inside and say goodbye for me."

   Figuring that should take care of any embarrassing encounter, I
proceeded to sidestep across the lawn, edging my way around the house.  We
have a low chain-link fence, which divides the front and back yard.  I
opened the gate and then dashed out of view.

   Believe it or not, I have not often been naked in my own backyard.  It
seems like I was always getting stripped in public, and in the most
humiliating of places.  But at home, I was usually good at keeping my
clothes on.  As I now walked brazenly across the patio, I felt myself
blushing.  Sure I had fantasized many times about being nude out here. 
There was something about walking around where my family would so often get
together for barbeques or other gatherings over the summer.  Sometimes I
thought about my stepbrother who was a few years older than me, and
allowing him and his friends to catch me -- and see everything!  The shame
only made me more aroused.

   Of course, now all I could think about was finding a spot to have a nice
big orgasm.  I didn't care if the boys heard me, as long as they didn't see
me.  Letting my hands cup my breasts, I enjoyed my long pink nipples
wiggling up and down.  I found a tree and decided that was where I wanted
to get off.  It had low hanging leafy branches that would provide a nice
shade.  Since I had a little more privacy, I didn't need to cover up, but
skipped through the grass with my arms raised in the air.

   When I reached the tree, I dropped my hands to my sides.  It had been
such a long day!  This actually felt exhilarating, being completely nude
outside and away from the leering eyes of Jimmy and his friend.  I took a
deep breath and exhaled slowly.  Then, after stretching my arms, I bent
down at the waist so I could shake out my hair, letting it fall over my
face and touch the ground.  I was also able to touch my bare toes with my
fingers, and because I have a trim stomach, I was able to keep my legs
straight.

   But all of a sudden -- with my head upside down, I opened my eyes to
glance past my ankles, and saw two pairs of boys sneakers standing behind
me!  For a moment, I froze, just leaving my bottom exposed in the most
intimate way and pussy lips dangling.  My heart was beating so fast, as I
finally pulled myself up and spun around.

   "Jimmy!  What are you doing back here?" I squealed.

   The boys were quiet for a moment, before Alicia's cousin answered back,
"What were you doing, Erica?"

   "Looked like she was doing exercises," Cody immediately suggested.  "You
know, like we have to do at the start of gym class!"

   With that, the boy began to hop in place, waving his arms above his head
in time with his leaps.  I watched, sort of amazed, and realized he was
doing jumping jacks.  My eyes followed him up and down, while my heart was
beating faster.  What -- what were they expecting?

   "Now it's your turn," Jimmy folded his arms and said when his friend had
stopped.

   I nervously shifted my eyes from one young man to the other and replied,
"Um, that's right -- I was doing some -- exercises."

   Fully naked in my backyard, I stood up on my toes, clutching my small
breasts.  The boys waited for me to begin.  So I jumped in the air and
raised my arms in an arc above my head.  At the same time, I split my
slender legs apart, and then brought them together as I returned to the
ground.  I found that I was able to get into a precise rhythm, which of
course left me entirely exposed.  I mean, I know my pussy was opening up
and my clit was enormous.  But at least the motions kept my hands off my
overexcited body.

   Oh God, this was so embarrassing!  Perhaps the most humiliating thing
Jimmy had made me do yet.  My tits and nipples were bouncing up and down,
my bare butt clenching with each leap and contraction of my legs.  The
worst part was -- the worst part was -- I think I was about to cum!

   "Yeah, I'd say Erica is pretty good -- for a girl!" Jimmy said with
mocking laughter.  "With all her girl parts wiggling around!"

   "Oh!" I gasped.

   At that exact moment, there was the sound of a car horn coming from the
front of the house!

   "That's your mom," Cody said to his friend.

   Alicia's cousin watched me trembling, desperate to hold back my orgasm,
before he turned to the other boy.  "All right, let's get our stuff."

   The second the two of them walked around the side of the house and left
the backyard, I fell face forward to the ground.  Immediately, I had one
arm beneath my stomach, reaching down with my hand to rub my pussy
furiously.  Lifting my little bottom in the air, I gyrated my hips as I
stroked and teased and fingered myself to ecstasy.  I had to muffle my
moans of pleasure with my other forearm.

   When I finished, I was absolutely spent.  All I could do was roll over
on my back and just lie there.  I could still feel my bald pussy twitching.
Now I knew, I should really try to figure out what to do next.  How was I
going to get back inside?  I didn't have any clothes on!  But I was so
sleepy, and I dozed off --

   *****

   I awoke to some kind of wonderful feeling between my legs.  My mind
still fuzzy, I kept my eyes closed while arching my back.  My bare toes
curled and I started purring.  It just felt so good!  My fingers wandered
to my chest as I touched my elongated nipples.  I was still nude -- and
someone was licking my pussy!

   Opening my eyes in a flash, I looked down and saw strawberry blonde
hair.

   "Carrie!" I cried.  "Oh -- mmmmm, yes!  Oh, what are you doing to me!"

   My friend from college raised her head enough to giggle and say, "I'm
eating you out, Erica!"

   I couldn't believe this!  I had gone from almost having sex with a guy
for the first time earlier today, to now this encounter.  But it did feel
amazing!  As much as I wanted her to stop, I didn't want her to stop, if
that made any sense.  Carrie just had this way of running her tongue along
my sensitive folds of skin, and flicking my clit --

   She paused so that she could crawl over me, almost straddling my body.
"I stopped by a few minutes ago, and thought no one was home.  But the side
gate was open so I came back here -- and found you stark naked, lying on
the ground spread eagle.  Someone's been having fun!"

   "Uh-huh," I moaned, helpless beneath Carrie's touch.

   She rolled over on her side, next to me, so she could trace her hand
down my stomach.  Her finger circled around my bellybutton, and further
down, began to massage my hairless vulva.

   "You know, you were all pink and erect," Carrie explained, referring to
my nipples and clitoris.  "It was so inviting, I couldn't resist.  Besides,
I could tell you had just masturbated, and my dirty girl needed to be
cleaned."

   It was then Carrie asked me to tell her what had happened today.  All
the while keeping her hand on my crotch, which kept me pretty excited. 
More than once, I bucked my hips and lifted my bottom, as she slipped a
finger inside me.

   "Wow, that is amazing!" my friend said when I had finished about the
part where Ty was pleasuring me, just like the strawberry-blonde young
woman was doing now.  "It seems everyone can't keep their hands off of you,
Erica!  But somehow, I don't think you are done for today --"

   That statement made me open my eyes wide.  I suddenly felt very guilty
about my nudity, and ashamed.  Carefully, I pulled my knees close so I
could get to my feet and stand up.

   "What -- what do you mean my that?" I asked.

   Carrie, still lying on the ground, looked up at me and said, "Nothing --
I was just going to the beach today and I hoped you would come with me."

   I licked my lips, but did not answer.  For the first time, I noticed
that Carrie was wearing denim shorts that showed off her long legs, and a
white shirt with little red floral prints.  And sneakers, which made me
look down at my own bare feet and wiggle my toes in the grass.

   "You mean you want me to go to the beach with you like this -- naked!" I
gasped.

   Now the buxom blonde climbed to her feet so she could take my hand. 
"No, silly, I have some clothes for you to wear."

   I was about to protest, but too late, I found myself being dragged
across my backyard.  Shuffling after her, Carrie pulled me around the side
of the house.  Once we were out on the front lawn, I could see her car
parked in the driveway.  But I was also self-conscious about my state of
undress!

   "Carrie, couldn't you have brought the clothes out back?" I whined as I
placed a hand over my pussy and looked around fearfully.

   The taller girl let go of my other arm and said, "I hadn't thought of
that."

   So now I covered my small breasts as well, and stood on my toes while
Carrie unlocked her car.  She bent over so that she could move the front
seat forward, leaving me mesmerized by her ass in denim shorts.  Finally
when she turned around again, she had two articles of clothing in her
hands.

   "Here, Erica, try this on!" she giggled and tossed a white top in my
direction.

   It was light and sleeveless, almost like a tank-top, except it had more
material at the shoulders.  No buttons, only holes on top and at the sides.
I quickly pulled it over my head and covered my tits.  But gripping the hem
in both hands, I tugged as hard as I could, only to find that the shirt did
not even reach my bellybutton.  I was standing completely bottomless in
front of my house in the bright sunlight, labia dangling and my pronounced
pussy lips spread open.

   "Well, now, as much as I would hate to cover up your blossoming flower,"
Carrie laughed as she pointed, "I suppose I can let you have this, too."

   Again, leaving my crotch exposed, I used both hands to catch the other
item she then threw at me.  It was a red, pleated skirt.  Quickly, I
stepped into it and found that the skirt fastened with adjustable Velcro
straps.  Snug around my waist, I finally had my ass and pussy covered for
what seemed like the first time today.

   The hem came down to my thighs, leaving a lot of my bare legs exposed.
"What else have you got for me, Carrie?"

   My friend grinned and shrugged her shoulders.  "I told you were going to
the beach, Erica.  What more do you need?"

   "So -- no shoes or underwear?" I blushed and fidgeted with the hem of
the skirt, bashfully rubbing my toes behind my other leg.

   "Nope!" the strawberry-blonde answered.  "But don't worry, I'll change
into my bathing suit, so you don't feel uncomfortable."

   At first I nodded my head, folding my arms across my chest, figuring she
meant she would slip into her bikini when we arrived at the beach. 
Suddenly, Carrie kicked off both her sneakers while undoing the top button
of her shorts!

   "What -- right here?" I gasped.  "On my front lawn --"

   The girl, now barefoot, proceeded to pull up her shirt.  I saw she
wasn't wearing a bra as her large naked breasts bounced into view.  She
took her top off completely, and then continued to strip.  With a wiggle of
her hips, she had her denim shorts down her legs and stepped out of them.
Now Carrie gave a cautious look over her shoulder.  I couldn't believe she
was doing this!  And none of my neighbors were around to watch.  But a car
could drive by at any moment.  As if realizing this, but resolute in her
actions -- Carrie lowered and removed her panties, standing fully nude in
front of me.

   "Quit staring, Erica," my friend teased, sticking her tongue out at me
as she dropped her arms to her sides.

   I found myself saying out loud, "Carrie -- you're gorgeous!"

   It had been a while since the last time I saw her with her clothes off,
and now my eyes couldn't get enough of her voluptuous twenty-year-old body.
Part of me was envious, and yet still feeling a tingle of desire.

   "Want to touch?" the naked young woman continued to tease me.

   Before I could even think, I step forward through the grass until my
bare toes met hers.  She gave a swift intake of air as I stood so close, my
trembling fingers reaching out.  First my hands lifted up her boobs to play
with them.  They were more than a handful!  I rubbed my palms gently over
her nipples.  Raising a finger, I touched her face, noticing that the
summer had brought out pretty freckles across her fair skin.  I lowered my
other hand, running along the curve of her nude hip.  And then I found her
tuft of golden pubic hair.  But it was trim and groomed just above her
otherwise shaved pussy, and I felt her lips were silky smooth.

   "How do you keep such a cute camel-toe?" I asked, truly amazed, as I
tickled her vulva.

   Carrie spread her legs apart only slightly and answered, "Oh, it takes
plenty of willpower."

   "Why are you doing this?" a little breathless, I continued to let my
hands roam over every inch of her body.  "We're standing so close to the
street -- aren't you worried someone might see us?"

   "Maybe," the strawberry-blonde giggled playfully.  "But I know this
excites you!"

   She then reached out with both her hands and raised the front of the red
skirt all the way up to my stomach.  My clit poked out, erect and wiggling.
Just then, a car came speeding down the road!  They might have caught a
glimpse of Carrie's naked butt, before she swung behind me, still keeping
my skirt raised.  A beep of the horn suggested that the driver definitely
saw something!

   "I guess we're ready to go to the beach," my friend giggled and sucked
on my earlobe.

   Closing my eyes, I felt her drop the skirt back into place.  For a brief
moment I stood there waiting to see what would happen next, before I
realized Carrie must have returned to her car.  Looking to my side, I saw
that she had the driver's door open and was seated facing me.  She spread
her legs wide, leaving nothing to the imagination, as she pulled on her
bikini bottoms.  I watched as she reached over the seat to grab her top,
and tied this around her titties.

   Standing up again, she walked up to me and asked, "What do you think?"

   "It's hot," I told her truthfully.  "Too bad I lost my own bikini today.
We would have made a good pair."

   Carrie grinned and said, "You still look cute in your outfit.  And even
more adorable out of it, hee hee."

   That comment made me blush.  I pressed down the front of the skirt to
make sure I was decent, and I could feel my aroused pussy lips beneath the
material.  Bringing my hands up, I rubbed my bare stomach, tracing a circle
around my cute bellybutton.  I really wasn't wearing a whole lot.  And
without any shoes, I sort of felt like a bashful child.  At least Carrie
was even more exposed.

   But then she wandered across the green grass to where she had done her
striptease.  The young woman picked up her denim shorts, sliding them up
her long legs.  Unbelievable!  She even stopped to put her sneakers back
on. Grabbing her shirt off the ground, she headed back toward the car,
flipping her golden red tresses over her shoulder.

   "Be a dear, Erica, and pick up my panties," she smiled as she got behind
the steering wheel.

   I did as she asked, crouching down to retrieve her delicate underwear.
Although I paused to take a quick sniff of her alluring perfume, I was
ashamed to have her watch me do it.  Quickly, I folded them up in my hand
and jogged barefoot around the other side of the car.

   Once I climbed inside, I placed my feet on the plush floor mats.  Carrie
put the vehicle in reverse and pulled straight out the driveway, turning
onto the road in front of my house.  Her sneaker hit the pedal, and we were
off to the public beach.  Lowering her window, the girl's strawberry-blonde
hair streamed out behind her.  I did the same, letting my shoulder-length
hair whip about my face.  It was such a beautiful day outside!

   Halfway there, as we were cruising down the highway, I folded the hem of
the skirt up to my lap.  In this way, with my knees separated, I let my
pink pussy sit out there and breathe in the fresh air.  Carrie glanced over
at me and smiled approvingly.

   "Do you want to touch it?" I found myself asking.

   Carrie's expression actually looked shocked, as she laughed, "Erica! 
You naughty girl!  You really haven't had enough today, have you?"

   "I'm sorry," I confessed.  "It's just that -- well, you made me so horny
back there at my house!"

   We drove for another moment in silence, except for the girly pop music
from the CD Carrie was playing on the stereo.  My hands clutched the fabric
of the skirt, bunched up around my tummy.  I was completely naked below the
waist.  My toes curled in anticipation.

   "Hmmm, I'll tell you what," Carrie finally said.  "Since you seem to be
in a playful mood -- How about I pull into the next gas station we pass.  I
dare you to take off your clothes and pay the attendant!"

   I pouted my lips, pretending to be disappointed.  "Oh, Carrie!  A naked
gas dare?  That's not very original."

   The twenty-year-old girl lowered her eyes at my hairless crotch, and
then looked at my chest where my nipples were already poking out the white
top.  "Come on, Erica, you can't tell me it ever gets old.  And why look
here -- a gas stop just ahead!"

   Turning my neck, I watched as the sign loomed into view, advertising its
prices and the food market.  I don't think I actually agreed to go along
with this, but suddenly Carrie was moving into the right lane and driving
off the exit.  My eyes were wide as we pulled onto the service road. 
Traffic was light, so she was able to roll into the gas station lot and
drive up to a self-serve pump.

   "Here we are," Carrie giggled.

   She turned off the ignition, and then reached down beneath the seat to
find her purse.  Soon she had a ten-dollar bill between her fingers. 
Shifting on her side to face me, the young lady grinned from ear to ear. 
Patiently she waited, waiting for me to undress completely.

   My fingers clutched the white shirt and I said nervously, "But -- I
wasn't expecting this!"

   Carrie excitedly grabbed her keys, encouraging me to take off the skirt
and top.  "Oh, but it will be awesome!  I'll get out to pump the gas.  You
just have take the money inside and pay the cashier --"

   "Stark naked," I mumbled.

   However, when my friend looked at me in a certain way with her hazel
eyes, I simply melted.  Might as well do this while there were no other
cars nearby.  I reached behind my neck and found that the sleeveless shirt
pulled off easily.  In seconds, I had it removed and was sitting in the car
with my bare tits sticking out.  Before I could change my mind, my fingers
found the Velcro straps attached to the red skirt and had these undone.  I
pushed open the passenger side door and climbed out -- leaving the skirt
behind!

   The slab of concrete was warm under my toes.  I looked down at my
totally bare body, and immediately clutched my hands to my breasts.  In
this way, I started to run toward the building with my naked bottom
bouncing.  That was when Carrie called after me.

   "Erica!  You need to take the money!" She said, waving the bill.

   Blushing from head to toe, I had to turn around and run back to Carrie
who was already out of the car and standing next to the gas pump.  Oh God,
I was really staying out here a lot longer than I had hoped!  If anyone
from the market was paying attention, they would have had a good long look.
My friend just giggled and gave me the ten dollars.

   Now I had the money held in a tight fist in one hand.  I curled my other
fingers and swung my arm as I spun around to march toward the market again
-- not covering up at all!  My tummy filled with butterflies, as I never
got over the emotions of people seeing me naked.  Especially when strangers
were seeing me for the first time, which caused shame and arousal to flood
through my body.

   My bald pussy twitched and quivered as I approached the door.  Glancing
over my shoulder, I watched as a car pulled up to another pump.  But there
wasn't anything I could do now...  it was too late!  I froze...  I just
stood there and watched as a whole family emptied out from opening doors.

   The father got out from the driver side, and walked around the back of
the car to reach the gas cap.  I don't think he saw me, yet.  From the
passenger side, his wife stepped out, and she immediately had her hands
full ushering out of the parked automobile a boy and a girl.  Brother and
sister, I imagined.

   Great, more kids would see me nude!

   At this point, my whole body was still facing the entrance to the food
mart.  Turning my head forward, I caught the reflection of my nipples,
bellybutton, and uncovered pussy in the glass door.  Then I heard a gasp
behind me.

   "Young lady, what are you doing!" came the woman's voice.  "Where are
your clothes?"

   I whipped around, spinning on my bare heel to face the mother with her
two children beside her.  The dollar bill was still clutched in my fist,
and the fingers of my other hand drummed nervously on the side of my leg.
She reached an arm around so she could shield her son's eyes.  The little
girl, however, looked up at me and giggled.

   Finally becoming self-conscious about my nudity, I moved my open hand
over to cup my pussy.  I then swung an arm across my breasts.  Lifting one
foot, I brushed my toes behind my other leg.

   "Oh..." I gasped, but that was all I could say.

   Now the father started approaching the building.  He stopped as soon as
he spotted me in front of the entrance, looking at my slender figure from
head to toe.  His wife continued to yell at me.

   "I was going to the beach, OK?" I squealed, wishing they would just
leave me alone.

   The woman was not impressed, and frowned disapprovingly.  "What kind of
beach, young lady?  Where is your bathing suit..."

   "I'm going to a nude beach!" I felt my face blushing as I made up this
story.  "I didn't even bother to put on any clothes today!"

   Then I realized I had better get moving, before she called the police.
Or before she humiliated me even more by asking why I shaved all my pubic
hair.  So I turned around again, flashing the family my bare bottom. 
Sometimes I wished I had long hair like Carrie.  But as the ends of my hair
brushed my shoulders, I knew they were seeing all of my back and the supple
curves of my young body.

   I pulled open the door, and ran into the market.  The cool air
conditioning hit my skin, forcing me to pause and stand up on my toes.  My
erect nipples responded by pointing toward the ceiling.  Glancing to my
left, I found the cashier's counter being manned by a college-aged guy
staring at me.  I hoped he didn't go to my school!

   Marching up to the register, I slapped the money down on the counter
just as the family now entered and watched me in disbelief.  I couldn't
believe I was doing this either.  I turned my head to look at them, and
then returned to the attendant.

   "I am on my way to a naked...  um, a nude beach," I stammered, and
started teasing the ends of my hair anxiously.  "Can I get ten dollars on
pump..."

   It was then I realized that I hadn't paid attention to the number of the
pump Carrie pulled next to.  For his part, the attendant continued to stare
at me speechless, while the woman huffed and muttered more unkind words.

   I pressed against the counter and stood up on my bare toes.  "Um...  I
don't know the number of the pump.  My friend...  she's the one with the
red Saturn..."

   "Is she going to the beach with you too?" the young man asked eagerly.

   I lowered my eyes, and now with both hands free, clasped them over my
pussy.  "Uh-huh..."

   With that admission, the attendant rushed out from behind the register.
He wrapped his fingers around my upper arm, just above the elbow, excitedly
pulling me toward the doors.  We pushed past the stunned family, and my
other arm was flailing away, leaving none of my parts hidden.

   We burst into the broad daylight, and I had to shield my eyes from the
harsh glare of the sun.  The first thing I noticed was a third car had
pulled into the station.  A young couple, about my age, was just getting
out by the pumps.  I quickly swung my arm toward where Carrie had parked.

   "There!  Over there!" I indicated with such enthusiasm, my little tits
were bouncing up and down.

   The gas station attendant regarded me, and then saw Carrie smile and
wave over at us.  She of course was dressed in her denim shorts and bikini
top.  Not that she was anything less than a knockout.  But the fact that
she was wearing clothes, made me even more aware of my nudity.  Especially
as I had announced we were going to a clothing optional beach, but I was
the only one naked!

   "Listen, that's the pump we need ten dollars on," I explained,
desperately trying to pull free from his guiding hand.

   He continued to hold my arm a little longer, keeping me out in the open
and exposed.  I'm ashamed to admit, it was also turning me on.  I licked my
lips, and stopped squirming and struggling.

   "Yeah, that's pump number one," the young man informed me.  "What's your
name?"

   "Erica..." I said shyly, without thinking.

   He smiled and then gradually released his hold, at last letting go of my
fingers.  "You got a cute body, Erica.  And your friend's not too bad,
either."

   I thought I would die on the spot, because my whole body was tingling in
front of everyone.  Glancing down, I saw my clit was sticking right out! 
Hurriedly I ran back to Carrie's car, my bare feet slapping over the
pavement.  Curling up in the front seat, I waited for my friend to pump the
gas, which seemed to take forever.

   Finally, when she got back behind the wheel, she said, "Well, that was a
fun show!"

   "Carrie...  where are the clothes you gave me?" I asked, feeling my
tummy start to flutter deliciously.

   "I locked them in the trunk," the strawberry-blonde giggled.  "Oh, you
are just too far out now to even consider getting dressed again!"

   Before I could respond, we had pulled out of the gas station and were
speeding down the road.



   37 - Erica -(TM)s Cell Phone

   I was sitting in the back of the classroom of one of my dull college
lectures.  My schedule changed around a bit this semester, and this was one
of the courses I was taking in the evening.  It wasn -(TM)t too bad, only
Tuesday and Thursday nights, like tonight.  Suddenly, I felt a buzz in my
pocket and I looked around, seeing if anybody noticed.  It was my cell
phone.  I had set the ring tone to silent, but kept it on vibrate. 
Bashfully, I pulled the slim phone from my jeans pocket so I could see who
was trying to contact me.  From the number, I recognized it was my friend
Carrie.  And then she sent me a text message.  Again, I hurriedly looked
over my shoulder and to my left and right, making sure the professor or any
other students had not heard the disruption of the class.  I lowered my
eyes to peek at the text.   -œHi, Erica! - it said with a smiley face. 
Then my eyes went wide.  One more time, I glanced around the room
nervously, but no one was paying attention to me.  Snapping my cell phone
shut, I grabbed my bag and quietly slid out from behind my desk.  Without
causing a commotion, I was able to leave through the side door at the back
of the room.  I passed only a few people in the hallway, other students who
were on break from other classes.  This wing of the building did not seem
too crowded.  Nevertheless, I found the nearest stairwell, and hurried to
the ground floor.  My sneakers echoed around me.  Once more, I checked the
cell phone in my hand, to make sure I read Carrie -(TM)s text message
correctly.  I burst through the doorway, and quickly turned to search for
one of the restrooms on this level.  However, I was stopped when one of my
professors saw me.   -œErica, is that you? - he called out to me.  At
first I thought to ignore him, but then I mumbled,  -œYes, sir, it -(TM)s
me. -  -œI didn -(TM)t realize you were taking evening classes this
semester, - the man said, seeming to show an interest in my studies.  
-œYou are already in one of my courses earlier in the day.  I doubt you
could put up with more of my lectures at night. - He was much taller than
me, and I had to look up to answer,  -œNo, sir.  I mean -- um, yes, that
would be fine -- it -(TM)s just -- I have a heavy schedule this semester!
-  -œI understand, - he smiled at my flustered response.   -œI just hope
it is not too overwhelming for you, Erica.  You are not running late to
class are you? -  -œNo!  I just stepped out to use the, um, ladies room.
- Oh, God this was humiliating!  The professor waved me off, saying, 
-œSee you in class tomorrow morning. - I waited until he turned and headed
back down the hallway.  Then I adjusted the strap of my backpack over my
shoulder, and made my way toward the restroom.  With one hand, I pushed
open the door, disappearing into the relative privacy.  There was no one
else here.  I dropped my bag to the floor.  My heart was still racing.  I
don -(TM)t know why the brief encounter with my professor had me so shaken.
Again, I glanced down at my cell phone, to check the text message.  And
then I kicked off my sneakers.  One was lying on its side, the other with
the rubber sole on the tiled floor.  I put my phone on the counter in front
of the long bathroom mirror, then stepped back so I could pull off my
shirt. Today I was wearing a white bra, which covered my small breasts. 
Working quickly, my fingers reached behind me and unhooked the clasp.  I
let the bra fall to the floor with my shirt.  Crouched down, I opened up my
back pack and proceeded to stuff the items inside along with my sneakers.
Then I stood up again and unbuttoned the front of my jeans.  The tight
denim material slid down my slender legs.  Once these were off, I folded
them neatly and fit them in my black backpack as well.  I paused, and
looked around the enclosed space of the women -(TM)s restroom.  My tits
were perky in front of me.  Closing my eyes, I slipped my thumbs inside the
elastic waistband of white sheer panties.  Fingers trembled and I had
butterflies in my tummy.  As I pulled the back down, I felt my bottom
exposed.  That was all it took, and I continued to drop my panties all the
way to my feet.  Oh God, if someone walked in right now, I would be
mortified!  This thought made me act quickly, lifting my toes and stepping
out of the silky underwear.  I reached down to pick them up and hurriedly
stuff them in the backpack.  Also, I grabbed my cell phone and put it away
with the rest of my books and clothes.  Resisting the urge to hug the nylon
bag to my body, instead I slipped the one strap over my bare shoulder. 
Totally nude, I moved toward the bathroom door.  First, I opened it just a
crack, so I could peek my face out and decide if it was safe.  The bottom
floor of the building was quiet, with most of the evening classes taking
place upstairs.  But if other students were allowed a break at this time,
they might come down here to use the restrooms, and there were vending
machines around here.  My hand pulled open the door, and then I walked into
the wide hallway.  I listened to it close behind me.  In my other hand, I
squeezed the shoulder strap of my bag, feeling it rest against my bare
back. Blushing, I took one more step away from the relative safety of the
ladies room.  Now I let my fingers absently brush my stomach.  I traced a
circle around my cute little bellybutton, which was on display.  Finally, I
lowered the hand to cover my bald pussy as I started for the front of the
building.  I couldn -(TM)t believe I was doing this!  My heart was beating
faster now, and I couldn -(TM)t help but look one more time behind me. 
There was about another hour or so remaining before class let out for the
evening.  I willed my legs to move forward, not wanting to linger and get
caught like this.  The dark glass of the exit loomed before me, allowing my
eyes to catch my naked reflection.  With one hand tight around the shoulder
strap on my bag, and the other hand cupping my hairless vulva, I stepped in
front of the door used for disabled students access.  This opened
automatically, and I rushed through.  Outside, I felt the night air on my
body.  My nipples were instantly erect, sticking out pink from my otherwise
fair skin.  I shivered, but not because it was cold.  Taking a few more
barefoot steps onto the plaza in front of the building, I paused, and then
looked around nervously.   -œCarrie! - I whispered harshly.  I didn -(TM)t
want to call any attention to myself.  But her text message simply said to
meet her outside.  After I undressed, of course.  She was very clear about
that part.  I had to take off every single item.  In my mind, I could still
see the winking emoticon.  Not hearing any reply, I walked even further
away from the college building.  Up ahead there was a low circular brick
wall, and in the middle the school planted manicured hedges.  It kind of
obscured my view of the path beyond.  Plus, it was dark out.  Suddenly, a
young woman came bounding toward me, around the curve of the masonry.  She
had long, strawberry-blonde hair.  And she was grinning from ear to ear.  
-œOh, Erica, you did it! - Carried squealed with playful delight.   -œYou
got my message! -  -œUh-huh, - I said, shocked that I had walked so far
from my class, and a little breathless.  My friend was wearing jeans that
hugged her round bottom.  She was taller than me, and had on a top that
only reminded me her breasts are bigger than mine.  I was feeling very
self-conscious about my small tits as we stood in front of one another.  
-œSo where are your clothes? - Carrie giggled.  I slipped the black
backpack around and held it with both hands in front of myself.   -œIn
here. Everything -(TM)s in here. - The young woman held out her arms in
request.   -œLet me see, Erica. - Reluctantly, after looking left and
right and over my shoulder, I gave the bag to her.  This momentarily left
me with nothing.  I felt even more exposed, if that was possible, and
slapped an arm across my chest and hid my pussy with my other hand.  Behind
me, my ass cheeks clenched as I anxiously stood up on my toes.  Carrie had
opened the zipper so she could idly pick through the items inside my
backpack.  It seemed to take forever.  I was sure I was going to get
caught. Finally, I gasped,  -œSo -- what happens now? - Through her red
and golden tresses, she peered back at me with mischievous green eyes.  
-œNow you go back to class, Erica. -  -œWhat! - I nearly shrieked, and
even dropped my arms.   -œI can -(TM)t go back to class like this! - We
were standing outside, not very far from the academic building where other
students might exit.  At least it was dark, although I -(TM)m sure my bare
skin must stand out if anyone looked closely.  I turned my head again, to
notice the lights at the building -(TM)s entrance, as well as windows up on
the second and third floors.   -œAw, you are so cute and nude! - Carrie
teased.   -œHere -(TM)s the deal.  I will let you have your bag back, after
I confiscate all your clothes.  Then you return to your classroom -- - I
trembled and repeated in a small voice,  -œGo to class naked with just my
backpack? -  -œOr, - the strawberry-blonde held up her hand, indicating
that I had a choice,  -œyou can come along with me, Erica, but I get to
keep your bag and all the stuff inside! - Bringing a finger to my lip, I
slowly turned around and faced the building.  It -(TM)s like I wanted to
show Carrie my bare ass, and make her realize I was completely naked!  My
mind raced, wondering what would be the better option.  Of course I knew I
couldn -(TM)t go back to the classroom, but part of me fantasized about it.
At last, I turned around again to look at the young woman.   -œI can -(TM)t
do it!  I -(TM)m too scared -- -  -œGood, - Carrie hefted my backpack
over her shoulder.   -œI was hoping to get you to hang out with me. - Her
eyes lowered, and I followed her gaze.  My outer pussy lips had parted and
my pink labia were unfolding.  Even though we were friends, I was still
greatly embarrassed by this uncontrollable display of my arousal.  To make
matters worse, I had lost my only covering.  My arms dangled helplessly at
my sides as my nipples poked out long and hard.  The precocious young woman
tossed back her mane of hair and smiled at me.  She spun around, to head
back toward the winding path that cut through our college campus.  I ran my
hands through my own wavy brown shoulder-length hair.  What was I supposed
to do?  I followed after Carrie.   -œWait up! - I squeaked, wanting to
stay close to her.  OK, this was weird, walking around my college naked at
night.  It -(TM)s not like streaking, since my friend walked at a casual
pace.  I moved at her side, sometimes clasping both hands over my pussy,
sometimes holding my hands in front of my breasts.  Sometimes, I twirled
around as we walked, because I was nervous and worried about who might see
me from behind.  After a while, I asked Carrie,  -œUm -- can we get off the
main path? - Looking around at the wide lawns to either side of us, she
answered,  -œWhat -(TM)s the matter, Erica?  Do your pretty little feet
hurt? - The real reason was that I was certain we were going to run into
other students very soon.  We had come close to the residence halls and the
parking lots were not too far.  I thought Carrie was going to take me to
her car and drive me somewhere.   -œOh, no, we are going to continue our
evening stroll, - she told me.   -œBut we can cut across the grass here.
- I watched as she departed from the paved walkway and started moving in a
new direction.  Then, I hurried to follow her.  My bare butt bounced
playfully.  At first, I was relieved to be off the campus path and less
likely to be seen.  However, the short blades of grass tickled my bare
feet, making me more aware of my nudity.  The sensations cause my skin to
tingle, and I secretly touched one of my nipples.  This was outrageous!  I
screamed to myself, and a part of me wanted to ask Carrie to give me my
clothes back.  But I only mustered the courage to ask my friend,  -œWhere
are we going? - The strawberry blonde smiled down at me.   -œI thought we
might get a bite to eat.  There is a place that opened up, just outside the
campus.  It -(TM)s a gourmet hot dog take-out restaurant. -  -œI hadn
-(TM)t noticed, - I mumbled.  Together we passed over the moonlit lawn. 
This early in Spring, it was still warm outside.  I only hoped Carrie knew
where she was going.  It was difficult for me to concentrate and keep my
sense of direction, before feeling lost.  And then, after a few more
minutes, we approached a two lane street.  I thought I recognized it as the
one that led to the college entrance.  Confident, Carrie stepped out onto
the side of the road.  More bashful, I slipped behind her.  A pair of
headlights flooded the quiet avenue as a car drove by in the night.  The
driver honked the horn, but continued on past us.   -œOh my gosh! - I
cried next to my taller friend.



   38  -" Erica at the Barbeque By American Cowboy

   Late in May, I was invited to a barbeque get-together with Carrie and
Alicia, and a few friends from college.  What I didn -(TM)t know was that
Lisa would be there too, the bossy blonde bitch who had always picked on me
in high school.  The girls told me it would be fine, but there were already
people around who I didn -(TM)t recognize, and immediately felt shy and
nervous.

   Still, it was a beautiful sunny afternoon.  I was dressed in shorts that
showed off my slender legs, and a T-shirt with no bra underneath.  Also, I
was wearing sneakers with no socks.  My outfit was comfortable enough. 
Again, had I known who was going to be at the house, I think I would have
put more clothes on.

   The house itself belonged to one of my college professors.  An older
student was working with him on a research project, and had access to the
property while the professor was away.  By older student, I mean a guy in
is mid-twenties, who supposedly seemed decent enough from what I had heard.
But for me being innocent and nineteen-years-old, the whole idea was
exciting as well as making me anxious.

   Upon arriving at the house with my friends from school, we found that
Lisa was already in the backyard.  She was there along with a handful of
other college students of mixed company, guys and girls.  Don -(TM)t ask me
how they even managed to arrange to use the house, or how my friends got
involved, except for the one graduate and I guess some connections.

   Right away, Lisa started teasing me about my small breasts in front of
everyone!

    -œCut it out, - I remember whining as the other young men and women
laughed, even Alicia and Carrie.

   For some reason, I had to urge to step out of my sneakers.  As if I
could do anything to distract from the verbal undressing Lisa was giving
me. I realized then that she was really annoyed.  As if she didn -(TM)t
want me to even be here.  Somehow, my friends brought me along anyway,
against Lisa -(TM)s wishes.  At that moment, it made me feel so grateful of
Alicia and Carrie for sticking by me.

    -œWhy, I bet Erica -(TM)s not even wearing a training bra under that
T-shirt! - the blonde young woman continued to get laughs at my expense.

    -œNo -- maybe! - I replied, confused, whirling around to see many
faces I did not recognize.

   Lisa, sensing she had me right in the crosshairs, folded her arms in
triumph.   -œThen go ahead, lift up your shirt. -

   It -(TM)s like we were in high school all over again.   -œNo!  I won
-(TM)t -- you -(TM)re right, Lisa, I -(TM)m not wearing a bra! -

   My face blushed in embarrassment as I made the admission.  The reason of
course was because my breasts were so small.  Even with Carrie and Alicia
on either side of me, resting a reassuring hand on my shoulder, I was
envious of my two friends who were more developed.

   The other guests at the house had apparently enjoyed enough of my
torment, as they started to spread out and seek amusement elsewhere.  A
couple of guys went over to the barbeque grill to make preparations and get
things started.  Some girl went in search of stereo speakers they could use
to pump out party music.  I thought I could hang around with my friends,
but Alicia suddenly disappeared.  And I saw Carrie off in the distance, the
strawberry-blonde already the center of flirtatious attention.

   I kind of wandered around, not really talking much.  Most of the college
students here were strangers to me, and I -(TM)m not very good at making
new friends.  I longed for the company of my friends, even Lisa, who at
least I knew since high school.

   Then I turned, and saw Alicia come out of the house.  She was wearing a
black bikini.  Putting her hands to the sides of her mouth, she called to
the other guests.

    -œHey, girls!  Let -(TM)s try out the swimming pool! - the busty
brunette suggested.

   There followed a rush of young women, hurrying to get inside so they
could change.

   I looked up at Alicia, confused.   -œNo one told me to bring a swimsuit
-- -

    -œWe didn -(TM)t mention it? - my friend smiled.   -œOh, sorry, Erica.
Well I guess you can always go swimming in your underwear.  Just like the
time we were at the water park, a few years ago! -

   Ugh, I didn -(TM)t want to be reminded of that episode, and I folded my
arms across my chest.   -œBut I -(TM)m still not wearing a bra! -

    -œWhat -(TM)s that about Erica not being able to wear a bra? - I heard
Lisa -(TM)s mocking voice behind me.

   Looking over my shoulder, I saw her approach in a pink bikini, along
with some other girls.

    -œI was only saying she should go in the pool in her panties, -
Alicia, my best friend, responded.   -œBecause she forgot to bring a
swimsuit. -

   Lisa tossed back her luxurious blonde hair, unimpressed.   -œI say let
the little princess go skinny-dipping. -

    -œNo! - I squeaked.

   The others laughed.  To my amazement, I watched Carrie then bounce out
of the professor -(TM)s house, wearing only a towel.  Or so it seemed.  She
was such a tease.  But she quickly whipped the covering away to reveal a
green two-piece bathing suit that highlighted her soft red and golden
tresses, as well as her curvy figure.  There were definitely appreciative
whistles from the guys in the group.

   However, Lisa was determined to bring the attention back to me, and not
in a good way.

    -œWell if you -(TM)re not going swimming with us, - she insisted, 
-œthen you can make yourself useful and help out at the grill. -

   I only turned my head for a moment, to notice a couple of hot guys in
their early twenties working at the barbeque.  But in the next instance,
Lisa had a hand on the collar of my T-shirt and was shoving me forward. 
Even though she was barefoot and I was still in sneakers, the blonde young
woman was taller than me.

   Half stumbling, half dancing across the backyard patio, when we reached
the party -(TM)s cooks, Lisa introduced us.   -œHey, Brad -- hey, Steve. 
This is Erica, and she is going to be assisting you. -

   Brad looked like a surfer, with sandy brown hair.  Steve was darker and
had a close-cropped beard going on.

    -œHey, Erica, - they both said in unison.

   I averted my eyes shyly, barely able to muster a little wave.  With Lisa
holding tight onto my T-shirt, there was no place I could go.  They chatted
for a bit, before she asked if they had a spare apron around.

    -œSure, right over here, - and Brad pulled a white one from a rack on
the side of the grill.

   Lisa took it, and folded the apron over one arm.   -œThis is what you
will be wearing, Erica.  But first -- -

   Spinning me around to face her, the blonde college girl suddenly grasped
the bottom hem of my T-shirt!  She lifted it swiftly, catching me
completely by surprise.  My face was muffled in the fabric even as my arms
were raised, allowing Lisa to pull off the T-shirt.

   Immediately, my hands darted to cover my breasts and hide my nipples. 
Behind me, I was aware of the two boys watching me in my shorts and
sneakers, and seeing my bare back.  I gasped, and crept closer to my
nemesis, Lisa.

    -œPlease -- please don -(TM)t strip me, - I whispered.

   The blonde twenty-year-old only smirked, and unfolded the apron.  She
set about at once, draping it over my head, and tying the strings behind my
neck.  I pulled my arms out and she spun me around, ungraciously making a
knot in the apron string at my back.  Looking at the boys, they seemed to
be enjoying this.  But then my eyes went wide.  Lisa had grabbed my shorts,
together with my panties, and yanked them to my feet!

    -œOh! - I gasped.

   The front side of the apron of course covered me well enough, reaching
down to my thighs.  I lifted one leg at a time, allowing Lisa to take the
rest of my clothes.  Part of me wanted to run away.

    -œSneakers off, - she demanded.

   I couldn -(TM)t believe this was happening, and so fast.   -œBut, Lisa
-- -

   Despite the weak protest, my mind whirled and I found myself easing one
bare heel out of a sneaker.  I slipped the other off, so that my toes
arched on the white concrete patio.  Now I was completely naked under the
apron.  Over my shoulder, I saw Lisa grab the shoes and toss them across
the back yard.

   She gave me a slap on my exposed bare bottom.   -œWell, guys, I -(TM)m
off to splash around in the pool! -

   I did not turn around, but watched out of the corner of my eye as Lisa
stalked off in her bikini.  It made me feel very self-conscious as I saw
the boys eyeing her curves.  My fingers fidgeted nervously with the front
of the apron, hoping to be ignored, yet envious of the attention of the
other young women.  Again, my emotions were very confused.

   In a way, I sort of felt like a little girl who was not old enough to
swim with the grown-ups.  Even though it was my own fault, because I did
not bring a bathing suit.  So I was forced to stay behind and help with the
cooking.

   Then I heard Steve say to his friend,  -œBrad -- the grill! -

   All three of us turned to the stainless steel barbecue, and saw smoke
coming from under the closed hood.  The boys quickly threw on protective
mitts and opened up the hatch, which allowed flames to jump out.  I was
startled, but also amazed at how efficiently these college guys went about
working the grill and getting everything under control.  However, the hot
dogs apparently could not be salvaged.

    -œLooks like we need to put on another batch, - Brad laughed as he
dumped the charred and blackened meat into the garbage.

   Steve then turned to regard me.   -œErica, go grab us some wieners. -

   I stood, shocked, and stared at the boys.  Not boys, I kept telling
myself.  Young men, who were just a few years older than me.  My eyes
shifted to look at them in their long shorts, wandering to steal a glimpse
at their crotches.  I opened my mouth and licked my lips.

    -œThirsty? - Brad inquired.   -œYou can grab a beer while you are down
there. -

   I looked around foolishly.   -œOh!  Um, where are your -- I mean, where
do you keep your wieners -- the hot dogs! -

   The guys chuckled, and then pointed to a large cooler resting on the
ground not far from the barbeque grill.  Shyly, I began to shuffle over. 
At first I sidestepped, keeping my apron covered front facing Brad and
Steve.  I paused and looked down at the cooler again.  It was made of blue
durable plastic, and had a white top with flaps that appeared to open on
either end.  There were probably compartments, with drinks on one side and
foodstuff on the other.

   As I moved closer, I realized that I had to turn slightly to open the
cooler properly.  I was aware of my bare feet on the nicely maintained
patio.  Crouching down, my knees spread apart.  This caused me to open up.
My labia, my inner pussy lips, had already unfolded.  In this position,
they would hang down and wiggle.  I blushed, and glanced back at the two
young men.

   They were watching me.  Brad and Steve were all smiles, amused and
interested in what I was doing.  They weren -(TM)t looking at the girls in
the pool.  Their eyes were on me, naked under the apron and squatting on
the side of the cooler.  The realization sent a thrill through my body, a
warm flush over my skin and made my long nipples stand out.

   I reached my arms across the top, searching for the latch on the other
side.  Then I leaned over, standing up some more, and sticking my bottom
out.  I did not keep my legs together, but had my feet about shoulder width
apart, knowing the boys would be looking at my butt.  It wiggled slowly as
I popped open the container and took my time feeling inside.

   They were not only seeing my pussy from behind.  These guys from
college, who I didn -(TM)t know, were getting a nice long view of my tight
little  -œo - just above.  This was so horribly embarrassing, yet also a
huge turn-on.  I lingered in this position a bit longer, then finally
pulled out two packages of hot dogs.



   Erica and the Barbeque - Part 2

   Suddenly, I felt ashamed about my exposure all over again.  I quickly
stood up and turned around, facing the boys.  My cheeks blushed bright red
as I stepped toward them.  They were taller than me, of course, and I had
to look up as I obediently held out the wieners for the grill.  Lisa said I
had to help the guys cook, and that -(TM)s what I was doing.

   Steve indicated that I should peel open the plastic packaging.   -œWe
-(TM)ve got the fire going, you hand us the dogs. -

    -œOK, - I replied, wearing only an apron, and used both hands to tear
open the wrapping.

   They were foot-longs, my fingers slowly pulling out the first beefy
piece of meat.  With wide eyes, I gave this to Brad, conscious of my bare
bottom sticking out behind me.  In fact, since I was now facing the grill,
my bare backside was on display for the rest of the party guests over by
the pool, if they looked in my direction.

   I pulled out another raw hotdog, and wiggled it between my fingers while
waiting to give it to Steve.  Already, I could smell the meat cooking on
the barbeque and it was a delicious aroma.  The more I handled the long
frankfurters, the more naughty thoughts started to creep into my head.  I
wanted to put one in my mouth, without the bun, and suck on it
suggestively. Then I had another wicked idea.

   I wanted the hotdog inside me!  I wanted to masturbate with it, no -- I
wanted to be masturbated with it!  The thought was wild, and it was a good
thing I had that apron covering me.  I pictured sliding the wiener deep
inside my pussy, getting my juices all over it, even my cum.  Then we would
place the hotdog on the grill!  Whoever selected that one, would be eating
my pussy juice!

    -œYou all right, Erica? - one of the guys asked me as I numbly handed
over the last beef frank.

   Coming out of my daydream, I gasped.  My body was undeniably responding
to my thoughts.  Already, my nipples had grown erect.  And underneath the
front of the apron, my clitoris -- my clitoris was poking out!  I wanted to
touch myself, but I couldn -(TM)t.

    -œI -(TM)m -- I -(TM)m fine, - I replied breathlessly.

   Steve lifted the front of my apron and wiped his hands.   -œGood, so you
can help us with the potato salad. -

   Quickly, I turned away before the boys could see my vulva shaved bald. I
scurried back over to the cooler, where I imagined they kept the other food
items.  My bottom bounced playfully for them.  I wish Lisa had not put me
in this predicament!

   There was another fifteen minutes of cooking at the barbeque, and we
threw on some burgers as well.  When the guys finished, I followed
instructions by placing everything on serving trays, including plates and
plastic forks and knives, cups and napkins.  I would be the one to make
several trips serving everyone else who was now seated at tables around the
pool, including Brad and Steve.

   It was humiliating not only because I was forced to do this with just
the apron covering the front of my body, but also I was not even allowed a
seat at the table.  There were no chairs reserved for me.  Again, I felt
like a child, among the group of young adults.

    -œWhere am I going to sit? - I whined in front of the others, who were
laughing at me.  Carrie suggested I could sit on her lap, if I took off my
apron!

    -œNo! - I squeaked, blushing.

   Then Lisa stood up and walked around me.   -œErica, I -(TM)ve had enough
of you acting like a baby. -

   Her fingers reached up to manipulate the knot at the back of my neck.  I
struggled and squirmed, but the taller blonde college girl soon had her
other hand toying with the lower apron strings.  As the others were
watching, I managed to spin around so I was facing Lisa, but still caught
in her embrace.  I looked up into her cold, calculating eyes.

   We danced around, closer to the edge of the pool.

    -œTime to go for a swim, - Lisa laughed.

   I was off balance already, when she gave me a push.  My arms flailed out
wildly.  I could feel my bare heels on the curve of the cement perimeter,
slipping backward.  The young woman reached out and grabbed the front of
the apron in her fist.  Momentum and gravity kept me going in the opposite
direction.

   The apron strings had been loosened by Lisa -(TM)s hands, and they came
undone completely as I fell.

   I fell into the water with a splash.

   When I came up for air, I could hear an uproar of whistles, cheers and
laughter from the guys and girls who went to my school.  I raised my head
to find Lisa standing on the edge of the deep end.  She was wearing a
smirk, one hand on her hip, and in the other -- she waved the white apron.

   I didn -(TM)t have to look down.  I could feel the refreshing water over
my body, seeping into my holes and making my bare skin tingle.  Treading
water, I was completely embarrassed by the fact that I was now totally
naked.  The others must have gotten a nice glimpse when I staggered and
fell into the pool, the apron whisked right off me.  Now I dunked my head
underwater, fully submerged, my legs kicking beneath me.

   Again, I had to resurface to breathe, and I slicked my hair back with my
hands.  Since I was doggie-paddling, I could not cover up.  I was afraid
that the girls who were still in their bathing suits would jump back in the
pool and tickle and tease me.

   After a while, Lisa ever being in control of the situation, ordered me
to get out.

    -œNo -- I can -(TM)t! - I gasped.   -œSomebody bring me a towel! -

   The others laughed, but Lisa remained steadfast.   -œDon -(TM)t make me
come in there and carry you out! -

   My friend Alicia chimed in,  -œAw -- but Erica looks adorable
skinny-dipping! -

   Oh God, she was right, I was skinny-dipping, alone, in front of these
people who attended my college!  I swam around a little, feeling my pink
labia wiggle in slow motion underwater.  The further I moved away from the
edge of the inground pool, the more they could see me from the table.  I
tried to keep only my bare shoulders visible.

   Finally, I decided I had better not test Lisa -(TM)s patience.  With
much reluctance, I paddled my way over to the stainless steel ladder that
hung on the other side.  Nervously, my fingers curled around the top rung
and I pulled myself out of the water.  I bashfully glanced across at the
gathered twenty-something-year-olds around the table.

   Stark nude, I emerged from the swimming pool.  Immediately I covered my
small tits and pussy with my hands.  Water glistened on my body in the sun,
dripping from my dark hair hanging down in strings just past my neck.  I
started to walk toward the table on the deck.  Trailing behind me, I made
little footprints on the white marble, or cement, or whatever it was.

   The other ladies were still in their bikinis, although some had wrapped
towels around their waists.  I was the only one naked.  This of course
earned whistles and howls from the guys.  It sort of made me feel good, but
I was also embarrassed from head to toe in front of the ones who I didn
-(TM)t know very well.  Besides my small breasts, which I was always
self-conscious about, I was now ashamed to show my pussy.  It was hairless
and pink, sloppy with pronounced labia that dangled like wings.  In
addition, my clit was poking out.  I was afraid I would look horny, and I
was!

    -œCan I put on some clothes? - I pleaded.

   Lisa shook her head.   -œNo way, Erica.  This is too good. -

    -œBut, Lisa -- - I whined.

    -œBut, Lisa! - the blonde young woman repeated, mocking me.   -œSorry,
princess, but you will be spending the remainder of your time here this
way. I guess you could always leave. -

   I had made it all the way to the table, and everyone could see me as I
desperately tried to cover myself.  Some of my friends, like Alicia and
Carrie, smiled along like this was all in fun.  Others were clearly amazed
that Lisa was able to boss me around.  It was pretty unbelievable.  Then
one of the guys spoke up.

    -œHey, we could use some more drinks over here, - he said, watching
me, the naked serving girl.  Lisa only folded her arms, expecting me to
perform my duties.  I knew I was trapped.  Alicia and Carrie were my ride
here, so I could not realistically just leave as she had suggested. 
Defeated, I shyly lowered my other arm so I could use both hands to cup my
pussy, and this caused my long nipples to spring out.  There were more
giggles and laughter.  I turned around and started to walk toward the
barbeque grill and the cooler with the refreshments.

   They all got to enjoy a long view of my bare bottom.  Unobstructed, with
no apron tie-strings across the middle of my back, or knotted behind my
neck.  I was all smooth skin from shoulders to heels, and I could feel
every pair of eyes on my slim figure.  When I reached the cooler, I bent
down and pulled out four bottles of beer.  I was able to grasp two in each
hand, the long bottlenecks between my fingers, but I couldn -(TM)t help
brushing them over my tits.

    -œOooh, - I secretly moaned at the delightfully cold sensation.

   Returning to the poolside table, I walked with my arms extended, leaving
my full frontal nudity on display.  It -(TM)s not that I was growing more
confident, but to my horror, I was becoming so aroused.  Lisa knew this,
and I think it was her game.  Besides, I really had no choice since I had
to be careful carrying the beers.

   I padded barefoot right up to the young man who made the request, and
placed the bottles on the table.  Rather than stepping back, I simply
lowered my arms to my sides.

   From there, they passed around the beers and one of the girls asked, 
-œHow did you get these, Carrie?  You -(TM)re not twenty-one. -

    -œI was very persuasive, - my friend with long strawberry-blonde hair
replied.

   Another guy who went to our college laughed.   -œYou mean you showed the
clerk your charms.  Flashed your boobs -- -

    -œFlashed? - Carrie pretended her gasp in shock, her green eyes
sparkling.   -œNo, I stripped naked right there in the store! -

   The young men and women laughed.  I knew she was joking.  By the idea
made me very hot.  That -(TM)s why she said it.  Carrie glanced over at me
and winked.  And then I had my hand running down my tummy, my other fingers
teasing a nipple.

   Before I knew what had happened, I found myself sitting on the lap of
the young man, facing my friends and the other guests.  It was like I was
just standing there one moment, and the next I was giving him a not so
private lapdance!  I don -(TM)t think he touched me to pull me over. 
Instead, I just sat down and started grinding against him.

    -œYour friend is kind of sexy, - I heard the guy say as his hands held
my waist.

    -œMore like she -(TM)s some kind of a secret nympho, - another young
lady replied.

    -œAre you sure she -(TM)s legal?  Looks like she -(TM)s still in high
school, - one girl commented on my petite and youthful appearance.

    -œHer breasts are too small, - Lisa chimed in, unimpressed as usual.

   Oh!  They were all talking about me as I wiggled around naked in the
arms of this college guy, being felt up and played with!  My heart was
beating faster with sexual excitement.  I knew I was going to cum, right
here in front of everybody.

    -œWell, Erica is still a virgin, - Alicia said, not to embarrass me,
but perhaps to defend my behavior or protect me.

    -œNot for long -- - the boy behind me laughed suggestively.

   And then all of a sudden, everything went crazy.  The graduate student
who had let us onto the professor -(TM)s property came rushing out the back
door.  I had not realized he was absent from the poolside table along with
the rest of us.  And now, I was in a daze, only half aware of my
surroundings.

    -œWe have to clear out! - the young man shouted, waving his arms.  
-œHe -(TM)s back!  I thought Professor Green was away for the week --
Everyone grab your things and get out of here! -

   Immediately, there was a whirlwind of activity.  I was pushed aside, as
the fellow jumped up from his chair.  Some of the other guys ran to the
barbeque grill to grab the cooler and any leftover food.  The girls in
their bikinis picked up towels and hurried into the house where the rest of
their clothes were.

   For a brief moment, I stood alone in the backyard completely bare.



   Erica and the Barbeque - Part 3

   My eyes blinked, and then I decided I should run into the professor
-(TM)s house as well.  I climbed up the deck to find the sliding backdoor
left open.  Quickly, I slipped inside the home.  It was a large home, and a
little disorientating, especially trying to make my way around in a panic.
When I stepped into the kitchen area, my toes on the tiles reminded me of
my nudity.  Holding my small breasts with both hands, I ran into a hallway.


   I followed this around, stopping just as I passed an open bathroom. 
Catching my reflection in the mirror, I saw my shoulder-length hair was
drying, but still stringy from the water.  I reached for a comb lying on
the sink, and pulled it through once.  My brunette tresses went silky
straight then started to form waves.

    -œWhat am I doing? - I gasped, looking down to notice my nipples
pointing at the ceiling.

   Abruptly, I placed the comb back on the vanity counter and slipped back
into the hallway.  My mad dash through a stranger -(TM)s house continued.
Well, not exactly a stranger.  Professor Green taught some introductory
courses, one which I had finished taking.  I just did not want him to find
me like this!  He must be paid well between his research projects and work
at the university, as I discovered more extravagant furnishings in each
room I passed through.

   I heard footsteps upstairs, and figured it was the girls getting changed
in a hurry.  Nervous, scared and excited, I wondered what to do.  Alicia
and Carrie were my ride, so I thought I should try to find them and stick
together.  The grand staircase that led to the second floor was near the
entry foyer of the house.  I was making my way in that direction when the
front door started to open.

    -œOh gosh! - I whimpered to myself, a hand running down my bare tummy.


   Turning around completely, I decided to dash into a side room.  This
appeared to be a richly furnished study or library.  Mahogany woodwork
everywhere, shelves lined with books from floor to ceiling, and even a
fireplace.  The chair in the corner looked like it would feel delightful to
sit in, shiny leather against my skin.  I had only paused for a second to
take in the lavish setting, and then I heard more footsteps just outside in
the hallway.

   Quickly as I could, I scampered around to duck behind a desk.

   Professor Green walked into the study.

    -œHello -- who -(TM)s there? - he called out.

   Horrified, I crouched down and found I could fit under the desk, staying
hidden because of the front facing modesty panel.  That was kind of ironic,
considering my present condition.  I listened to the man -(TM)s shoes on
the hardwood floor.  An older gentleman, a little heavyset, my college
professor had a grey beard and kind of a grandfatherly quality about him.

   He searched the room visually for the intruder.  I could feel his eyes
scanning along the walls, peering behind round-rimmed glasses.  Without
realizing what I was doing, my fingers reached down and I started stroking
my pussy lips.  The inner folds, my labia, were already pulled out and
moist.  Now I made sure my clitoris was exposed, rubbing the hyper-extended
nub.

   My heart was beating wildly as I started to get swept up in a flood of
emotions.  Of course I tried to be quiet and hear if the professor was
approaching.  I closed my eyes and bit my lip, one hand holding a knee
while the other played with my pussy.

   The rubber-tipped end of a cane tapped the floor in front of the desk I
was hiding under.

    -œAnd who do these little toes belong to? - the older gentleman asked.


   Shocked that my foot was visible, I still managed to squeak,  -œNo one!
-

    -œNo one? - he chuckled at my small feminine voice.   -œNow come out
from there, Miss. -

   I had been discovered, and I was trapped.  There was no choice but to
reveal myself to my college professor.  Nervously, I wrung my hands trying
to stall for time.

    -œI -(TM)m nineteen-years-old, - I told him from beneath the study
-(TM)s desk.

   Professor Green tapped his cane patiently.

    -œI go to the college you teach at, - I continued.   -œAnd -- I was in
one of your classes in the Spring semester. -

    -œFascinating, - he replied dryly.

   Finally, I braced myself and started to scoot my butt over, out from
under my hiding place.  I turned around so that I was facing the desk from
the other side, and placed my fingers on the polished surface.  Slowly, I
raised my head so he could see me.

    -œErica -- is that you? - the professor seemed just as surprised as I
had been about getting caught.

    -œYes, sir. - I answered.

    -œWhat ever are you doing in my house? - the man asked, genuinely
perplexed.

   Instead of responding, I moved a little higher so that my bare shoulders
came into view.  I glanced to either side shyly, and then looked back at
the college professor.  He said my name again.  I was surprised he
remembered me.

   Slowly I raised myself until I was standing behind the desk.  First my
small perky breasts, with long nipples wiggling up and down.  Then my trim
stomach was revealed with my adorable bellybutton on display.  The front of
the desk just managed to shield my bare genitalia.

    -œMy goodness, Erica, are you -- -

   I opened my mouth to explain,  -œYes, I don -(TM)t have any clothes on
whatsoever. -

   As I made the admission, shame washed over my body, yet the humiliation
of the situation created a wonderful feeling between my legs and in my
tummy.  On the floor, my toes curled with naughty delight.

   But Professor Green -(TM)s voice brought me out of my dreamy state.  
-œErica, why are you in my house, naked? -

   Suddenly, I felt that I should cover up for the college students who
organized today -(TM)s barbeque.  Not that they did anything for me.  In
fact, it was because of their irresponsible behavior I was even in this
mess!  But somehow, I couldn -(TM)t bring myself to get them in trouble.

    -œWell, um, - I started, grasping for an excuse and lifting one hand
to graze a nipple,  -œyou see, I had come over here today hoping I could
speak to you about my classes.  And then when I found you weren -(TM)t
home, I wandered around to the backyard.  Your pool looked so inviting, I
decided to take a swim.  But I didn -(TM)t bring a bathing suit with me --
-

   My voice trailed off, and the professor did not seem all that convinced.
 -œYou went skinny-dipping in my swimming pool? -

   Bashfully, I started to walk out from behind the desk.  The knowledge
that I was lying, made me want to show myself.  I came around to stand
before the older gentleman, head to toe nude, my hairless pussy unfolding
for him.

    -œIt -(TM)s a lovely pool, - I told my college professor breathlessly.
 -œOh!  Mmmm -- and then I saw the backdoor was open, so I came in here --
after I dried off. -

   I brought both hands to my breasts and quickly turned around.

   Seeing my tender bare bottom, Professor Green replied,  -œThat is
strange.  The only other person with a key to this house is Todd, the
graduate student I am working with. -

   Uh-oh!  I was going to get that young man into trouble with my wild
story!  Surely he would be questioned.  Of course he set up this whole
barbeque party to begin with, unless maybe someone at college put him up to
it.  Thinking to change the subject, I walked forward to one of the
bookshelves lining the wall of the study.

   I stood up on my toes so I was showing the soles of my bare feet,
reaching with both arms to caress the leather-bound books on higher
shelves. My legs were apart, allowing my pink labia to dangle into view.  I
felt my brunette hair fall just past my neck, as I looked over my shoulder
to make sure the professor was watching.

    -œYou have an interesting collection, - I told him, stretched out
fully nude in front of the bookcase.

    -œErica, - he said softly.

   Before my teacher could continue, I saw Alicia walk by the open doorway!
She spotted me, and made such a face like she couldn -(TM)t believe what
was going on.  But my friend motioned silently with her arms that the girls
were getting ready to leave.  I didn -(TM)t want to call attention to her,
so instead I turned around and faced Professor Green.  Walking toward him,
at the same time, I was planning to make a hasty exit.  Unfortunately, I
was incredibly aroused and the evidence was all over my body.

    -œActually, sir, I came here today to ask you about attending classes.
- I paused and licked my lips.   -œNaked -- -

   The older gentleman removed his glasses, wiping them with a handkerchief
he had pulled from his jacket.   -œWell, I -(TM)m not certain that would be
appropriate. -

   While he was preoccupied, I decided to make my move.  The truth is, if I
stayed in that room one more minute, I was going to orgasm and squirt my
juices all over the floor.  Desperate and anxious, I looked to my left. 
Then I stepped to the side, preparing to leave the study.

    -œI -(TM)m sorry, I have to go! - my voice trembled with excitement.

   I ran back out into the hallway, swift and nubile.  My bottom bounced
playfully behind me as I passed through the entry foyer, my erect nipples
wiggling and pussy lips flapping.  Fingers reached for the knob on the
front door, which I pulled open.  I streaked outside into the daylight.

    -œHurry, Erica! - my friend Carrie called for me from the car on the
side of the street.

    -œOh -- oh! - I cried, trying to hold it in, as I shuffled barefoot
down the driveway.

   I was grateful my friends even waited around.  But another car drove by
on the road, beeping its horn when I was in full view.  Despite some
moments earlier when I was acting sexy, I was in fact totally embarrassed.

   The girls of course laughed, finding this all so hilarious.  Alicia in
the back seat pushed opened the door for me to tumble inside the car. 
Before the professor even knew what happened, Carrie sped off.  I did hope
I had bought enough time for the other students to collect their things and
clear out.

   To my amazement and frustration, my friends would not let me cum.  I
begged and pleaded, but Alicia kept my hands from my body, grinning during
the entire ride back home.  I -(TM)m not sure what Lisa did with my
clothes, but I probably would not be seeing them again.

   Carrie suggested we make a stop at the shopping mall, but Alicia had the
good sense to advise her to drop me off at my house first.  When we
arrived, I eagerly jumped out of the car, waving goodbye to my friends.  I
dashed up the front path and found the door already open.

   Walking inside, I was startled to run into my older stepbrother Robert
in the kitchen.  I had completely forgot he was over here today.  Standing
in the doorway, my arms hung at my sides allowing the young man to look me
up and down.  Then he laughed.

    -œErica, I could have sworn you had clothes on when you left this
morning, - Robert teased.

   I wiggled my toes and replied,  -œYeah, well, it -(TM)s a long story. -


    -œDid you want to tell me about it, kiddo? - he asked politely.   -œI
-(TM)ll get you a drink. -

   The thought of staying undressed and chatting with my stepbrother had me
positively soaking.  My skin tingled.  I lifted a hand to run through my
hair.  But I couldn -(TM)t do it.  My face blushing, I turned to leave the
kitchen.

    -œNo thank you! - I said, overwhelmed with emotion.

   Then I ran the rest of the way down the hallway and into my bedroom.  I
climbed onto my bed and started playing with myself.  My knees were
sticking up, wide apart, as one hand reached between to open my bare lips.
I fingered and rubbed and teased, while my other hand massaged my breasts.

   Soon, I had a very vocal orgasm, knowing that Robert was in the house.
It seemed I could not stop cumming as my whole body quivered on the sheets.

   And I left the door to my bedroom wide open.