Richard Hertz 

Home, Sweet Home

The Home, Sweet Home, Page of a Closet Exhibitionist

I'm a closet exhibitionist. That means I take off all my clothes and stand in the closet because I'm scared to death to go outside naked. Or even without my panties. The scariest thing I've ever done in real life is one time I went to the mall wearing only a camisole and matching panties. I was fully dressed -- more than at the beach, for example -- but I felt naked. I avoided eye contact, but I could feel the searing eyeballs on my legs, and on that little patch of exposed belly. I don't think I was out in public more than five minutes, but it seemed like an hour. My panties started feeling thinner and thinner -- I checked 'em to see if they were still on. I was afraid my excitement would show. But none of that actually happened. I made it back to my car, and back home without incident.

That's where my real exhibitionism began, and that's where it ended. Or did it end?

I can't help this urge I have inside, daring me to take chances. I feel sexy when I take big risks. So far, this panty-in-the-mall thing was my boldest venture. I've come close to it on other occasions, like when my boyfriend swiped my panties while we were in the movie theater. But I had a dress on, so no one else knew I was bottomless. I thought I was alone in this crazy desire to be nearly naked. But after going public with my secret, I started getting a lot of email ( dickhurt69@hotmail.com ) and now I realize there are a lot of girls who are even worse than I am. I still have no idea how a girl lost her shirt in a job interview, for example.

Then there are my friends Crysta and Donna, who played Truth or Dare with a new girl, luring her in with a promise that she would only have to take off one item of clothing. Not only did they make her do it outside, but they pretended to disagree about which item of clothing she had to take off, resulting in the poor girl getting totally naked outdoors. And it gets worse -- you'll just have to read her story.

Other topics covered in this blog include Natalie's case for pubic hair and Wanda's rebuttal. Girls sometimes forget to wear panties, or they wear see-through panties.

Home, Sweet Home

The Home, Sweet Home, Page of a Closet Exhibitionist

I'm a closet exhibitionist. That means I take off all my clothes and stand in the closet. Why the closet? Because I'm scared to death to go outside naked. Or even without my panties. The scariest thing I've ever done in real life is one time I went to the mall wearing only a camisole and matching panties. I was fully dressed -- more than at the beach, for example -- but I felt naked. I avoided eye contact, but I could feel the searing eyeballs on my legs, and on that little patch of exposed belly. I don't think I was out in public more than five minutes, but it seemed like an hour. My panties started feeling thinner and thinner -- I checked 'em to see if they were still on. I was afraid my excitement would show. But none of that actually happened. I made it back to my car, and back home without incident.

That's where my real exhibitionism began, and that's where it ended. Or did it end?

I can't help this urge I have inside, daring me to take chances. I feel sexy when I take big risks. So far, this panty-in-the-mall thing was my boldest venture. I've come close to it on other occasions, like when my boyfriend swiped my panties while we were in the movie theater. But I had a dress on, so no one else knew I was bottomless. I thought I was alone in this crazy desire to be nearly naked. But after going public with my secret, I started getting a lot of email ( dickhurt69@hotmail.com ) and now I realize there are a lot of girls who are even worse than I am. I still have no idea how a girl lost her shirt in a job interview, for example.

Then there are my friends Crysta and Donna, who played Truth or Dare with a new girl, luring her in with a promise that she would only have to take off one item of clothing. Not only did they make her do it outside, but they pretended to disagree about which item of clothing she had to take off, resulting in the poor girl getting totally naked outdoors. And it gets worse -- you'll just have to read her story.

Want Ad

I don't know why I even picked up the paper. It's my roommate's subscription. But I was bored, I guess. Just sitting around our kitchen, wearing just a t-shirt. I normally wear a size "large" to cover me decently, but I couldn't find any this morning -- I guess they're all in the wash. So I put on a medium. It's still almost decent, I guess, covering the majority of my ass. Anyway, sitting at home, who cares? So anyway, I picked up the paper, and there it was. It just jumped out at me. A want ad for a waitress at Buxom's Ice Cream Parlor. There were all the usual want-ad phrases, including some that attracted my interest, such as "no experience necessary" and "will train". But the one that really caught my eye was "must be comfortable with body".

I mulled that over in my mind. Comfortable with body. What could that mean? I re-read the ad. Then I looked at my watch. They want girls to just show up any time from 8 am to noon today. My heart skipped a beat. I have no idea why this thrilled me so much, but it did. I grabbed my keyes, and left without any further deliberation, and completely oblivious to the only half-covered condition of my butt. As soon as I stepped onto the sidewalk, I was reminded by the looks I was getting that my shirt was a little too short to qualify even as a minidress. I looked down at myself, and saw with horror that it didn't even fully cover my pussy. I tugged it down a bit, and satisfied myself that I was covered -- for the moment. This would have to do, because I was already out of the house, and I didn't have any other shirt anyway. I shrugged. Then I realized I was uncovered again, so I tugged. I did a lot of tugging as I walked to Buxom's, because I feel embarrassed when people see my pussy, and that feeling of embarrassment excites me, making my pussy bloom like a pink flower. And then if people saw that, I would be even more embarrassed. So I tried not to get excited.

Finally I got there, and stepped inside. The hostess asked me if I was here for the job interview. I guess she could tell by looking at me I was "comfortable with my body", I thought, laughing to myself. As she ushered me into a waiting room, I noticed she was wearing just an apron, with nothing under it. I resisted the temptation to pat her bare butt. In the waiting room there were a handful of other girls sitting on comfy chairs and couches. The only available seat was between two other girls on a couch. I felt a little underdressed, and so I was a bit uncomfortable sitting between them, but I decided it would have to do. I pulled my shirt down in back, and tried to sit down on it, but it was too short. I kept my knees together, fully aware that anyone standing before me would be able to see right up there. I put my hands in my lap as further insurance against accidentally flashing.

I looked around the room, and noticed that some of the girls were oddly dressed. One, for example, was wearing jeans and a bra. No shirt. Another was wearing a pair of pajamas that were quite a bit too big for her. When she got up to look for a magazine to read while she was waiting, I noticed that she had to hold up her bottoms to avoid walking right out of them. In fact, when she bent over at the magazine stand, she needed two hands to thumb through them, and her bottoms fell to her ankles, revealing a cute little ass and pussy. She must have known her pants fell down, but she didn't do anything about it until she found a magazine to her liking. Then she pulled up her pants and went back to her seat as if nothing odd happened.

One by one, the hostess came into the room and called individual girls for interviews. They must have left through another door, because I didn't see any of them again. Some other girls came and sat down. The new girls seemed more normally dressed, so I started to feel a little naked dressed just in my t-shirt. After a while, the hostess came in and looked around the room. She said each one of us would need to take off one item of clothing in order to be considered for the job interview. Some of the girls gasped, but most said nothing. Maybe they were stunned. The hostess left, maybe to give us time to partially disrobe. I had only one thing to take off, so off it came. I sat on the couch, naked.



One or two girls left rather than strip. I guess this was Buxom's way of thinning the herd. I looked around, and was dismayed to see I was the only naked girl. Only one girl was bottomless. She was wearing a halter top. One girl was topless, wearing only jeans. The rest of the girls were fully covered, wearing at least panties and a top of some kind. A minute or two after we did our little strip tease, the hostess came back, and collected one item of clothing from each of us. She told us the clothes would be donated to charity. Before we could object, she left.

In the silence that followed, we all just looked at each other. This was one of those rare moments that I felt totally free. I had no clothing to feel uncomfortable about, and it certainly wasn't my fault that I was naked -- I had been ordered to strip, and had no choice but to comply. I sat with my legs apart, fully open for viewing. I rested my hand in the lap of the girl sitting next to me, stroking her through her jeans. She reciprocated, rested her hand in my lap, touching me very lightly. It felt really good to be naked. Soon, the hostess came back. She pointed out to the other girls, in case they hadn't noticed, that my pussy was completely shaven. She said that was a requirement of the job. Right away, two girls got up and left in a huff. The rest of the girls stayed put.

When the hostess left, I asked the girl next to me if she was completely shaven. She blushed, but didn't answer. Tentatively, I unbuttoned her jeans, and pulled down her zipper, to see if she would fight me. She offered no resistance. She arched her back as I felt her pussy. Maybe she came, I thought, because she was pretty wet. And sure enough, she was as hairless as me. All at once, the girls got the urge to prove to each other that they were hairless. They all took off their bottoms, and laid them neatly on the tables next to each chair. As they became more comfortable with each other, the girls allowed their legs to separate. But when a new recruit entered the room, fully dressed, they snapped their legs together, put their hands in their own laps (instead of each others') and acted very modest, until the social pressure enticed the new recruit to take off her bottoms, too. It was fun for me to watch the reaction of a fully-dressed girl sitting among a room full of bottomless (and some completely naked) girls. It's almost as if some sort of inner drive to conform takes over them, and they just naturally strip.

So it was almost anti-climactical when the hostess finally called me for my interview. They asked me if I minded wearing the Buxom's uniform, which was a mini-skirt and apron. I said of course not. They reminded me that the uniform consisted *only* of those two items of clothing -- no panties, no bra. Again, I said that would be just fine. Then they told me that part of the job was to allow myself to be groped by the customers. I wasn't very happy about that, but I said that would be OK, too. I wanted to make a good impression at the interview. Then they said if I didn't perform well -- which I took from the context to mean if I didn't put up graciously with the groping -- that I would be punished. The punishment might consist of various forms of humiliation, including, but not limited to relinquishing parts of my uniform.

Against my better judgment, I agreed to all of that, and so I got the job! I asked whether I could have my uniform, but they said not yet -- I would have to wait until my first day on the job. But I'm naked, I said. Should I just walk home like this?! Yes, they said, oblivious to my gaping jaw. And then on your first day, they went on, please arrive naked, because there are no lockers for your clothes while you're working. Finally, my reaction of astonishment must have registered, because one of them patted me on my bare breast and said, Don't worry, we'll get you dressed in no time, you'll see.

They all watched my naked ass walk out. I was so happy to get the job, the sting of having to walk home naked wasn't so bad. I was looking forward to my first day on the job, but not having to walk back to Buxom's naked.

Just take off one item of clothing

It was just the four of us: me, Donna, Crysta, and Billie. We spent the weekend in Donna's cousin's cabin in the woods. For fun, we decided to play truth or dare. The dares all involved sex or nudity, and I wasn't so comfortable with that, so they promised me I wouldn't have to get naked. Still I was worried, because I knew I would have to take off some clothes. I was wearing sweatpants, panties, and a shirt. I got Donna to promise me she wouldn't make me take off more than one item of clothing, which made me relax quite a bit. I even kissed her I was so happy. That's when I noticed that she wasn't wearing anything but a shirt. I couldn't help it, when I kissed her my arms wrapped around her, and I guess I just felt her butt a little, and, well, my fingers slid between her cheeks and I just naturally felt around for her panties, and so I was very surprised when they weren't there. Maybe this made my kiss a little stronger, or not, but for whatever reason, she got really passionate after I felt her ass, and kissed me really hard.

Crysta didn't seem to mind stripping, so she readily did all kinds of dares, but whenever it came to a dare that called for getting naked, I begged to be released from it, and Donna stuck up for me. So I was relieved when my dare just called for me to take off one item of clothing. The only scary part of it was that I had to go outside to do it. They let me go on the back porch, and feed my pants back inside through the doggy-door. I was thankful I didn't have to go on the front porch. At least the chance of someone seeing me was pretty remote.



I went out on the porch, and I heard the door lock behind me. I stood there a long time building up the courage to take off my pants. I don't know what I was so worried about, because I was wearing panties, and my shirt and panties were more than I wore on a beach, so I shouldn't have been so embarrassed. But I was. Finally, I took off my pants and fed them through the doggy door, and waited for them to unlock the door and let me back in. And I waited, and waited. I said hey you guys, let me in.



It seems that there was a disagreement about whether I completed the terms of the dare. I heard Donna say they should let me back in the house, but the other two said I needed to take off an item of clothing *they* picked, and Billy would have picked my shirt. I put my hands over my face when I heard him say that, because if I'm going to take off one item, that's my least favorite, since I have nothing under it. At least without my pants on, I still have my panties to keep me covered. But apparently, Billy got his way, and being locked out of the house, I didn't have much of a bargaining position. I begged and begged to be let back in, but the three of them agreed that I had to take off my shirt first, and then they would let me back in.

I reminded them that I had a deal to just take off one item of clothing. I didn't like it, but I said I would be willing to take off my shirt if they fed my pants back to me. But they said I should take off my shirt first, and then they would let me back in the house, and I could put my pants on then.



I was really looking forward to getting back in the house, so against my better judgment, I agreed. I took off my shirt, leaving me with just my panties. I fed my shirt through the doggy door and waited. Shivering, I knocked on the door. I didn't know who might see me, even though I was in the back yard, so I didn't want to attract too much attention. But they weren't opening the door. I begged and pleaded to no avail. Finally, Donna told me the bad news: I would have to take off my panties.



But you said I wouldn't have to get naked! I reminded Donna. She said if she had her way, she would let me in right away, but the Crysta thought I should have taken off my panties to begin with. Crysta's idea was for me to sacrifice just my panties, and leave the other two items of clothing on. She said I would feel sexy, knowing I was naked underneath my clothes, and she was looking forward to the sort of dares where we feel under each other's clothing. I thought that would be fun, too. So Donna said all I would have to do would be take off my panties, and feed them through the doggy door, and then they would let me inside to put on my shirt.

Just my shirt? I asked.

Donna said she would try to do better after I fed her my panties. So I slipped them through the door, and waited, naked, on the porch. I heard them talking for a long time. Then Donna said that was the best bargain she could make for me, being we were out of beer.

What does being out of beer have to do with it? I wanted to know.

Well, Donna said, without any beer, Crysta and Billy are feeling kind of ornery, and so they don't want to give me back my panties or pants. Apparently, they think a shirt is enough for me, although personally, I would rather be topless than bottomless. Still, having a shirt is better than being naked. So I agreed to come back inside and wear just my shirt. To tell you the truth, I would have agreed to just about anything to get back in the house, I felt so vulnerable standing there naked.

Then came the really bad news. They wouldn't let me back in the house until I got them some beer. I cried, and banged on the door. But the only thing that happened was Donna handed me a twenty dollar bill and my driver's license. She said the beer store is a quarter mile down the street. I thought they were just kidding. So I waited on the porch for another fifteen minutes, which seemed like hours. I crouched as low as I could when I saw some boys walking in the woods, but they saw me, and soon their friends started coming closer to look at me. Finally, after the whole neighborhood came out, one by one, to look at me sitting naked on the porch, I decided I didn't have anything to lose by going to get Crysta and Billy their damn beer. So I took off walking, trying to ignore the tourists who were watching my every naked move. I took a deep breath, and went into the store, pretending in my mind that I wasn't naked. I was relieved when the clerk just took my money, gave me change, and watched my naked butt walk out of the store.

I bent over at the waist and fed the beer through the doggy door, one can at a time. I was oblivious to the show I must have been putting on, but I think the boys could see my pussy between my legs as I bent over. I didn't care because I was so happily looking forward to being let back in the house, and out of public view. I was anticipating the warm feeling of my shirt against my soft breasts, and it didn't even bother me that I would have to stay bottomless. After I fed the last beer into the doggy door, I waited for the door to unlock. And I waited. Come on, guys, I said. And I waited.

Finally, Billy said, What? No pretzels?

The Gift

My boyfriend called me at six this morning. "Happy birthday!" he said.

"Oh, that's right, I forgot."

"I've got something special for you, but I won't give it to you unless you can prove it's really your birthday."

"I'll show you my driver's license."

"Not good enough. The only proof I'll accept is if you show up here in your birthday suit."

"My birthday suit?" I laughed. "That wouldn't prove anything."

"Do you want your gift or not?"

"So you want me to walk clear across campus, naked?! Someone will see me."

"Not if you hurry up. Who's out at six o'clock?"

"Maybe I could wear panties."

"No panties."

"A shirt then? I could wear a really short t-shirt that just covers my tits and nothing else. Please?"

"No shirt."

I hung up the phone. I wanted to keep him guessing whether I would show up. Whatever present he had in mind probably wasn't worth traipsing all over campus naked. I just went back to bed and closed my eyes. But I couldn't sleep. I couldn't keep from wondering what my boyfriend had for me. I sat up in bed. Then I got up, and brushed my hair. I went to the bathroom, down the hall. At this hour there was still no one up, so I didn't bother to put on any clothes. After I got myself ready for the day, I thought again about going to my boyfriend's dorm -- after all, I was already naked, so it was just a matter of taking a deep breath and walking out the door -- but I couldn't muster the courage. I only got as far as the lounge in our dorm. I was surprised to see two other girls there, and instinctively I covered myself with my hands.

Then I noticed they were naked, too, so I relaxed and sat down with them. I recognized them as Mandy and Mindy, from the second floor.

"Couldn't sleep?" Mindy asked. She sat with her legs apart, letting Mandy gently finger her pussy.

"My boyfriend wants me to see him naked."

"Have you ever seen him naked?" Mandy asked.

"No," I clarified, "I mean he wants *me* to be naked and go over there."

"Oh!" the girls both said together, then we all giggled.

Then Mindy told me I should get over there before people start getting up and going to breakfast, because the later I start, the more likely someone will see me naked. I thought maybe Mindy is just trying to get rid of me so she can get it on with Mandy, but maybe she's right, too. So I thanked her for the advice, and did it. I opened the front door, and walked outside, stark naked.

This was the first time I had ever left the comfort of the dorm building completely naked. It was scary. I felt like covering myself, even though I was alone, so I put my hand over my pussy. I imagined hundreds of pairs of beady little eyes staring at me from all the dorms on campus. But then I realized that was silly, they were all sleeping. I thought back to other times I felt underdressed, like when I wore just a t-shirt, with nothing underneath. But I wasn't so exposed, then. The t-shirt covered my butt almost completely, and if someone saw my cheeks, they would just assume I had a thong on. This was different, and not just scary, either. It was exciting. Instead of just covering my pussy, I started stroking it, too. It felt a little too good, in fact. I wondered if I would cum if I kept it up, so I willed myself to stop stroking my pussy, and just walk normally to my boyfriend's place. I finally got there, and tried the door. Thank God it was open. I went up the stairs to his room, and knocked on his door.

"Come in," he said.

I tried the door, but it was locked. "The door's locked, you idiot," I said.

"Just a minute," he said. It sounded like some sort of commotion, then he opened the door.

"SURPRISE!"

About a hundred people were packed into his tiny dorm room -- just about everyone I knew from my dorm, plus a bunch of my boyfriend's friends. I tried to run away, but he grabbed me and dragged me into the room. The crowd parted, and made a circle, and I stood in the center while they sang Happy Birthday to me. I have never been more embarrassed in my whole life! When I finally regained my composure, as much as a naked girl could, I yelled at my boyfriend, "You promised me a present!"

"Relax," he said, and to my further humiliation, people tittered at that. He reached behind him, and produced a small package, neatly wrapped with "Happy Birthday" paper. I snatched it out of his hands, and unwrapped it. It looked like a fishing net. "It's a dress," he said, sensing my confusion.




"A dress!" I exclaimed, so happy that I wouldn't have to be naked. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him. "Thank you, thank you!"

"Put it on," he prompted.

I did, although it wasn't easy. It was so tiny fishnet dress, full of loose ends. It was a challenge finding the top and bottom, but I did, and it fit me perfectly. It felt so good to have clothes on again, that I didn't even care that it just barely covered my pussy. At least I was covered, finally. "Thank you," I repeated, and gave him a long lingering kiss, while everyone whooped and cheered.

Picnic

Picnic














End of Picnic

Minidress Relief

What a relief to be able to wear a dress again. Up until this week, the Panty Patrol has been relentless! It had gotten to the point where any girl who so much as dared to wear a top of any kind was stripped the minute she stepped outdoors. My tits have been aching to be covered for weeks. The only thing I could wear to cover myself was a miniskirt, and even then I was stripped naked a couple times.




Now, finally, the P.P. has eased up, and I can cover my boobs again. Here I am, wearing one of my favorite outfits. As you can see, it's plenty long enough to cover me. If I sit with my legs apart, I can get a nice cool breeze between my legs, but hardly anyone can see my pussy because the dress covers it from just about any angle except directly between my legs. But it's very rare that a person would happen to look directly between my legs, so I feel fairly nicely covered when I wear this dress.

Freeway Overpass Dare

"It seemed simple enough," recalled Millie later, after her heart stopped racing. "Sally and I wore overcoats to the freeway overpass, where we were supposed to flash the afternoon commuters."



"But we didn't expect Officer Flannery to be on the lookout. He was sneaky. He waited until we were both naked, then he arrested us. He made us put our hands behind our backs, handcuffed us, and made us get into his car. Then he drove us to the police station."

"There is where it started to get strange," Sally added.

"Yeah. He just left us in the parking lot with the car unlocked, and told us we could come into the police station whenever we were ready."

"We thought about escaping..."

"But then we didn't know how we would get home, or how we would get our handcuffs off. Finally Sally figured out how to get her hands out from behind her body--"

"So I could cover my bush," Sally interjected.

"She felt self-conscious about her landing strip. I was glad to be fully shaved," Millie added, "because when we finally built up the courage to come into the police station, they refastened our handcuffs over a water pipe in the waiting area, so our hands were over our heads, so our pussies were on full display."

"At least they let us go without any charges."

"And without our overcoats," Millie lamented. "They said we could come back next week to get them if we want."

"Yeah, but we have to show up naked. I'm not sure it's worth it."

The Beach

Donna is ambivalent. On one hand she wants to be a decent girl, and stay covered up, but on the other hand she craves the excitement of partial nudity -- the thing that turns her on the most is being "naked under her clothes", especially in the most public place possible. It's not just the excitement of knowing someone might see her, although that's part of it. It's also the thrill of getting "stuck" in a situation where she has no choice but to be nude. It's really hard to explain, she admits, but it's like this: she will purposely go to a place where she knows someone will forceably remove her top, for example, leaving her little titties exposed to all. Then it's not her fault, you see, that she's topless. She's a pure, sweet, innocent victim of someone else's evil plot to strip cute little girls.

One variation on this theme is the "skimpy clothing game". Donna will wear the skimpiest possible clothing, that just barely covers her (and from some angles, doesn't cover her at all). For example, she'll wear a "drape" top, that just lays over her breasts. Then, whenever she leans forward, her top hangs uselessly from her neck, fully uncovering her tits. Then, her reasoning works this way: the drape top isn't really hiding anything, so it serves no real purpose. So there's no harm in removing it; it's not stripping to her, because she's not uncovering any body part that isn't already exposed.

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Donna feels the same way about her Wicked Weasel bikini. She lifts it up to verify that it covers nothing but her lips, leaving all the surrounding skin exposed. What is the pussy other than skin? I mean the only part of my pussy that anyone can see when I'm naked is skin, anyway, and since all my skin is already on display there's no real reason for the bikini. In fact the bright stripes actually draw attention to my pussy, which would otherwise go unnoticed. With this reasoning, Donna takes off her bikini bottom, knowing in her cute little heart that she didn't really strip in public, and that she's as fully dressed, naked, as she was wearing her bikini bottom.

Panty Pulling

Hi, I'm Donna. Maybe you know me already from reading the articles posted on various websites. But if not, I'll tell you a little about myself. I have brown hair, boys think I'm cute, and I've got a roommate, Crysta, who is every bit as cute as I am. Crysta is more of an exhibitionist than I am, but I'm willing to go out around campus without my top, and with a little coaxing, Crysta will go out that way, too. (Although Crysta prefers to go bottomless than topless.)

When we go out wearing just our bikini bottoms (or sometimes we just wear our panties) there's a game we play called "Panty Pulling". It's a pact between us girls. It works like this: I can pull down Crysta's panties, but only if I'm willing to have mine pulled down the same amount. This way we're in control of how much of our butts we show in public.




If I want most of my butt to stay covered, I just make sure not to pull Crysta's panties down too far. Then she can pull mine down only as far as her own, unless she's willing to have hers pulled down farther. Whichever girl's panties are pulled down the farthest is the only one who is allowed to pull the other girl's panties.

Oh, and one more rule. Never, under any circumstances, is either girl allowed to pull her panties up, or for that matter, down. All panty-handling is the *other* girl's responsibility. Another thing about the way we play our game: subtlety is the name of the game. We never overtly yank the other girl's panties down. Instead, we hug each other, and surreptitiously ease the other girl's panties down her sexy hips. One of Crysta's favorite tricks is to engage me in a passionate lip-lock, touching me all over my body. Naturally, I respond, hugging her, and pressing my naked breasts into hers. When she finally finishes kissing me, I find my panties an inch or two lower than they were before, and then there's nothing I can do about it except perhaps pull hers down using a similar trick.

It was a typical morning, and we decided to play the Panty Pulling game -- I talked her into it, really, because, as I said, Crysta's a bit embarrassed about going topless. But she finally agreed. Before we even left the room, I sealed the game with a hig, and as we pressed our bodies together, I started the game by pulling her panties exactly half-way down her butt, so the top was exactly even with her butt-hole. That gave her the next move. She waited until we were in line for breakfast. She stood behind me, and pressed into me, first stroking my hair, then massaging my breasts. I never noticed when she did it, so much was I enjoying the tit rub, but when she was done, my panties were an inch lower. I felt relieved my ass was still covered, although I have to hand it to Crysta: that was a shrewd move. According to the rules, she had the next move, because her panties were still farther down her butt than mine.

So I had to walk around the cafeteria, not only topless, but with the strap of my panties loose between my legs. I'm sure some boys got a good view of me. The worst part of it was not knowing when my next panty pulling would happen. Twice Crysta tricked me by kissing me and *not* lowering my panties.

I was feeling pretty good to make it through breakfast still pretty much covered. Our first class was Anatomy, and since we were playing a fun game, we sat next to each other. I was ready for Crysta to trick me again by groping me in her passionate way, but she didn't do that. Instead, she waited until we were seated, and casually stroked my flat belly, making little circles on my skin. She went lower and lower, toward my pussy, but she stopped at the edge of my panties, which were exactly even with the top of my pussy. I desperately wanted to lower my panties to let her continue her downward path on my abdomen, but I knew that was against the rules. I was tingling with excitement, and it overwhelmed me to the point that I actually begged her to pull my panties down just a little more. She uncovered the very top of my pussy, where my lips come together, and she gently stroked me there, but my clit was still covered. I knew I could keep begging, but that wasn't getting me very far. So I realized that two girls could tease each other. Her panty strap was slack, and the way she was sitting, so low in her seat, gave me good access to her thighs. I stroked her inner thighs, gradually approaching her pussy, which was fully accessible. I stroked her up to her lips, but I stayed out of the wet zone, letting her suffer as much as possible. I could tell I was getting to her, because she started nuzzling me -- I know her well enough now to know she does that when she's almost ready to cum. I kept her teetering on the edge, and then begged her one more time to lower my panties. She was in such a state of sexual tension that she gave in, and lowered my panties just below my clit, and gently stroked it until I came. While I was cumming I must have arched my back, lifting my ass off the seat, because the next thing I knew, the back of my panties were even with the bottom of my butt, where my cheeks meet the tops of my legs.

To punish Crysta for teasing me so badly, and for pulling my panties down so far, I continued teasing her for the remainder of the class period. The ball was in my court now that my pussy and asshole were fully uncovered. The next move was mine, and Crysta would be unable to lower her own panties, no matter how much she wanted to. When the class ended, I looked down and saw my panties were pretty much gone, now. My pussy was out in the open, and my butt was fully uncovered. There wasn't much I could do about it, so I just stood up, and let the boys admire my privates. It would only be a matter of time before I got Crysta back, and she knew it.

We had an hour or so free before lunch, so we decided to sit on the grass outside the dining hall and read. Well, my idea was to read, but Crysta just wanted to lie down and work on her tan. This was too distracting to me -- Crysta with her arms behind her head, her legs akimbo on the grass, and her panties barely covering her pussy. I tickled her armpits, and she managed not to react, although I saw the goose bumps. I massaged her breasts, and I could tell I was getting to her, because her nipples hardened. Then, with one hand I stroked her inner thighs, and with the other, her belly. I continued this until she raised her butt off the grass. I knew she was about to cum, so I eased up a bit. I teased her relentlessly until she begged me to take her panties all the way off.

"I'll take off your panties if you agree to end the game, and let pull my panties up all the way."

"No," she said petulently.

"Well then, I have no choice other than to keep teasing you."

"Wait, wait!" she said. "I'll offer you a comprimise. If you take off my panties and finish me, then I'll let you leave your panties right where they are for the rest of the day."

I thought it over as I kept her right on the edge. It was a better deal than she offered last time -- she made me walk all over campus with my panties around my ankles, which was even worse than no panties at all becuase it was a reall attention-getter. "OK," I said. "You have a deal."

No sooner did I strip her naked than she came, again and again, her pussy streaming with girl cum. I rubbed it all over her, between her legs and onto her belly. Unencumbered by panties, she spread her legs wide, and arched her back, giving me full access to all her girl parts. She thanked me by kissing me with all her passion, and hugging me with both her arms and legs wrapped around me. I supported her and felt her up between her cheeks -- something she didn't mind a bit as she continued to kiss me, our girl juices intermingling.

I was glad to have my panties for the rest of the day, and since Crysta was naked, most people didn't even notice that my pussy was uncovered. I actually enjoyed her nudity all the more because she had full access to my pussy, and took advantage of that as I alternated between teasing her and satisfying her.