Richard Hertz 

The Joys of Shirt and Panties: A Tutorial for Shy Girls

One of the unstated objectives of the Dress Code is to allow girls to feel free and open with their bodies. It isn't required for a girl to cover herself completely; just that she feel modest and secure in her choice of clothing. As you may have seen just walking about campus, some girls are able to feel that sense of modesty with less clothing than others. Like many girls, you may wish you could have that same feeling of freedom and joy that comes with wearing just a little less clothing than you normally wear.

This tutorial is for you.

Start in the morning. What are you planning to wear today? A shirt and blue jeans? A good choice. A dress? Another good choice, but don't forget to leave your panties in the drawer, because panties aren't allowed under a dress. If that bothers you, there's another excellent choice awaiting your joyous discovery: A shirt and panties.




Yes, that's right. You can wear panties as outer wear. Nothing in the Dress Code forbids it, and you will be happy to know you're more fully dressed than most girls at the beach, as long as your panties aren't completely sheer. If you have some semi-sheer panties, these are best for a couple of reasons. First, as the girl in the photo, above, is demonstrating, even semi-sheer panties cover just about everything a boy might want to see. Second, if a whisper of your pussy is visible through your panties, then if you have to take them off for some reason, it won't be such a big shock to your system. So you should always wear panties (and any other clothes, for that matter) as sheer as you dare, but not more sheer than that. Go right to the edge of immodesty, but stay on this side of it.



A good pair of panties will have thin a rear strap that just barely covers your anus, so you will feel comfortable and secure in them. If you think about it, your anus really has no width; the skin around it closes it completely in, so there's not really anything to cover. Do you wonder if that's true? Good. Don't just take my word for it. Ask a girl you know to take off her panties, and look at her backside. Do you see anything new? I didn't think so. For the most part, panties just cover skin, and you're showing plenty of skin as it is, so it's pretty obvious that panties don't really afford you as much protection as you thought. The flip side of that is clear: if you take off your panties, you don't lose very much modesty. This is especially true if your panties were semi-sheer to begin with.

So if you decide to wear panties as outer wear, when you get dressed in the morning, you should pick a thong with a very thin strap. Not only are they sexy, which will make you not only look pretty, but feel pretty, too, but if you ever need to take them off, you won't miss them as much -- removing them won't make you feel much of a decrease in modesty.




Once you feel comfortable in public wearing a shirt and panties, you can do some experiments to prove to yourself that your feeling of modesty doesn't really come from wearing panties at all. That is, you feel covered down below because your mind tells you you're covered. Logic tells you otherwise: your pussy is showing through the sheer front, and the strap covers nothing but a little skin. So lower your panties a little -- not a lot, just enough to feel sexy. Are you any less modest? I didn't think so. What if someone sees you with your panties at half mast? He might smile at you, but that's only because you're pretty. Soon you'll realize you just don't need your panties.



Here's the same girl, posing the same way as before, but without her panties. Would you pose this way? I didn't think so -- you're more modest than she is. But we've asked her to spread her legs apart to illustrate a point: her panties barely covered anything. Even in an extremely undignified pose, you have to look very closely at her to see even a suggestion of her asshole or pussy.



Once you take off your panties, you will feel a new sense of freedom. You will enjoy the snug feeling of your breasts inside your top as much as the cool breezy feeling of relief between your legs. You will realize there's nothing to hide any more. The same pussy that people were straining their eyes to see through your sheer panties is still there for them to see. But what is your pussy, really? Just skin. The same skin you were showing on all sides of your panties, and through them as well. That's why we recommended sheer panties. Because once you take them off in a public setting, you will realize there was no reason to keep them on in the first place.

Will you be able to experience this feeling of wild abandon on the first day? Maybe not. Many girls remain shy for several days, and find they can't remove their panties in public at first. You shouldn't feel like a failure if this happens to you. Take it slow and gentle. Showing yourself in public is not as easy for some girls as it is for others. Even a strong desire for freedom can be stymied by inhibitions. Sometimes a girl might find it easier if they let a friend lower their panties. One girl found that if she kissed her roommate deeply, she allowed herself to become lost in the sensual joy of the kiss, and didn't notice that she was lowering her panties. The girls kissed for several minutes before this girl finally ended the kiss to find herself bottomless. With her panties gone, and with the afterglow of that delightful kiss still on her lips, the shock of losing them was more than compensated by the freedom she felt wearing just a top.

At first, when you wear just a top in public, you will feel a bit awkward. Part of that feeling comes from a sense of excitement you will feel as every breeze stimulates you. This is perfectly normal. When you are bottomless, you will imagine all sorts of things. Is he looking at my pussy? Can she tell I'm excited? You will have irrational fears, too. For example, because the Code of Conduct allows any bare skin to be touched by other students, will strangers come over to me and touch my pussy? In reality, bottomless students are fondled *less* often than their fully clothed classmates. Still, you will feel tempted to cover your pussy with your hands, especially when you are standing still -- waiting for a bus, for example. Please resist the temptation to do this. Not only does it violate the CCC (shy girls are expected to wear modest clothing; allowing them to cover themselves with their hands enables them to wear clothing that makes them feel immodest; hence the rule) but it also draws attention both to your naked pussy and to your shyness about it.

You will naturally keep your legs together when you're bottomless, which is fine. Most girls would need a crowbar to pry their legs apart on their first day bottomless. If you feel uneasy, here's something you should try. Take a walk to the end of College Avenue, and go into the shopping mall. There, the clothing stores have lots of mirrors. Look at the other girls in the mall, and look at yourself in the mirror. Do you see what I mean? Not only will you feel more comfortable in that environment because so many other girls are also wearing sexy clothes, but you will see in the mirror that your butt cheeks cover your backside completely, and unless you're very excited, your pussy closes naturally as well.

Whether you visit a shopping mall, or just hang around campus, all girls eventually get over their feelings of unease over being bottomless. Many get over it by just waiting them out. It takes varying amounts of time for different girls. Some girls find that a single day is enough, and after that they don't need panties at all. Other girls get dressed in a top and panties every morning for weeks. They pick the most opportune (read: least inopportune) time to remove their panties, and suffer with feelings of humiliation on a daily basis before they very gradually get used to being bottomless. Our hearts go out to these girls, not only for having the intestinal fortitude to brave their own inhibitions for so long, but also for having the strong desire for freedom from panties that so many girls enjoy.

For these girls, there is one other trick that I will share. Some girls find this trick horrible, only making their bottomless humiliation worse, while other girls have found it very helpful.




While you're wearing your shirt, and your boobs are all snuggly inside it, people's eyes naturally gravitate to your naked pussy. That's not because they're sex perverts or anything, it's just because your pussy is pretty, and you're a pretty girl, so it's just natural. To see that's true, notice that both boys and girls look at your pussy. If this makes you feel uncomfortable, take heart. There's something you can do to ease the pressure on your pussy, and keep people's eyes above your waist: take off your shirt. If you have cute little boobs, then you're not showing anything more than a little skin, and you're really taking the pressure off your lower quarters. Being naked has other hidden advantages: fewer clothes to wash, less time spent changing, and a nicer tan, to name just three.




Maybe you will feel you need to take off your top to take the pressure off your pussy, or maybe you will be able to leave your top on. Either way, you will gradually become used to going "commando", and you will truly enjoy the warm breezy feeling of joy between your legs that a girl can only get while she's bottomless. It won't take long for you to embrace the joy, and revel in it. Rather than worry about whether a boy will see your naked pussy, you'll hope he does. Just thinking about what he might do to you will open your pussy like a lovely flower, and with your legs spread wide, he will come over to you and do exactly that thing you would have dreaded just a few weeks earlier: he will stroke your soft inner thighs. When he sees your reaction of dampness, he may stroke your labia -- first outer, then inner. The first time a boy does this to you in public, you may feel awkward, but the excitement of it all will overtake you as you spread your legs wider, and raise yourself up off your butt as you arch your back. You will present your girlhood ever closer to his lips in hopes he'll drink from her. When he does, the waves of ecstacy will overpower your sense of decorem and you will shriek with utter abandon, neglecting, for the moment, your requirement under the CCC to refrain from public displays of sexual excitement. But it doesn't matter anyway, because the punishment under the code is exactly what you want most: to be raped by him, hard and long. You're beyond caring at this point whether he enters you from the front or the rear -- he doesn't have to flip you over; you're up on your hands and knees, back still arched, ass in the air, waiting to be violated. Your shouts and grunts will have attracted an audience, but you don't care except to the extent that a large audience only heightens your excitement. When he finally enters you, you cum again, and you keep cumming as his slippery dick slides in again and again. Please don't cum yet, you beg him in your mind (because saying it out loud would only make him cum quicker) but he cums anyway. One last push, oh, it's delicious. And a shudder. You love those. Stay in me for a little longer. You feel his arms on your belly for the first time as they loosen their grip on you. You feel the long sausage slide out of you for the last time as he stands up and leaves. The crowd disperses as you relax in the joy of the moment. You think to yourself: Ahh. *This* is what I've been missing all these weeks and months by covering my bottom around campus. A smile bathes your beautiful face as you bask in your own afterglow.

College Toilet Policy

College Toilet Policy

There have been many complaints all across campus that there are too few girls' toilets, and of long lines to get into them. It is very important, therefore, that something substantial be done to address this issue.

The Study

Cameras were installed in eleven of the rest room areas to monitor the use of the toilets. Each girl who enters the bathroom was observed to determine the length of time required for each phase of her visit. On the average, it was determined that a girl spends fourteen seconds selecting a stall, eight seconds locking the door, a full minute and eight seconds to pull down or remove her clothing, forty-three seconds doing her business, a minute and fifty-three seconds putting her clothes back on, and eight seconds unlocking the door.

0:14 selecting a stall
0:08 locking the door
1:08 pull down or remove her clothing
0:43 doing her business
1:53 putting her clothes back on
0:08 unlocking the door
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4:14 total time

The Analysis

The components of a girl's rest room activity were analyzed to determine not only the cause of the long delays, but specifically which components might be streamlined to speed the flow of traffic through the rest room. It was immediately apparent that the two most time-consuming activities were removing and replacing clothing. A great deal of thought was put into the matter to ascertain whether it would be possible to speed up these activities.

Testing

The analysts recommended that girls should remove their clothing before entering the rest room area, which would completely eliminate the most time-consuming parts of their bathroom activities. A pilot study was conducted, in which one rest room -- the busiest one, in the lobby of the main cafeteria -- was set aside for naked girls only. Lockers were provided near the entrance to the rest room, so that girls would be able to disrobe in the hallway, and store their clothes in the lockers while the do their business. It was found that the wait time for this bathroom decreased markedly, but so did the number of girls who used it. Interviews with girls in the vicinity, including naked girls waiting to use the bathroom as well as fully clothed girls who opted to travel to other bathrooms, revealed that while the majority of girls understood the benefits of removing their clothing in advance, it is unneccessary for girls to remove their tops. The analysts agreed that forcing girls to free their boobs from the confines of their tops served no purpose. However, they expressed concern that if allowed to keep their tops on, girls might leave their dresses on as well, rationalizing that the dress is just a top. In the end, a compromise was reached, in which girls would be allowed to keep their tops on, as long as she remains completely naked from the hips down.

Major Recommendations

The analysts developed several recommendations.

1. Benches and lockers are provided in the hallway outside of each of the girls restrooms so that girls may remove their bottoms before entering the restroom. Bottomless girls should line up outside the restroom, do their business quickly, and then leave the restroom area to don their clothes.

2. Girls who remove their clothing in public and wait patiently without the benefit of clothing find that the additional privacy afforded by stall doors is insignificant, so the stall doors -- and in many cases, the stalls themselves -- are removed to save the 30 seconds each girl spends selecting, locking, and unlocking the stalls.

3. The cost of providing bathroom facilities for girls is greatly reduced when privacy considerations such as walls, and even doors and walls, are eliminated. Auxilliary toilets can be provided in the public areas such as low-traffic hallways and outdoor areas, with nearby lockers and benches for girls to use in the removal of their clothing.

Additional Recommendations

Because a high concentration of bottomless girls is likely to draw interest on the part of boys, it is recommended that additional seating be provided near the entrance to the girls' bathrooms so that boys may congregate there to watch the parade of near-naked girls entering and leaving the facility.

If some public toilet areas are still so busy that bottomless girls must line up, then it may be necessary to set aside some bathrooms for completely naked girls only. Many girls will opt to go to more distant bathrooms where they can leave their tops on, reducing the demand for naked-only bathrooms.

Code of Conduct

In light of the recommendations, the following section will be added to the Code of Conduct:

Toilet Policy

It has been determined that long lines outside the girls' bathrooms are caused by excessive time spent by girls taking off and putting on their clothes. Therefore, all girls bathrooms at the College are "bottomless only" facilities. Girls must remove all clothing from their hips down before entering a bathroom. In addition, designated high-traffic bathrooms will be designated "naked only" facilities. Before entering these facilities, girls must remove all their clothing. The need for privacy having been obviated, stalls, doors, and in some cases, walls will be removed to speed traffic flow in and out of the bathroom area.

Spectator viewing areas will be provided outside the bathrooms, with visibility into the bathroom provided in some cases by large windows. It is expected that girls will not object to the windows, since their privacy has already been compromised by the need to strip publicly before entering.

Cubby-holes are provided outside the bathrooms for girls to store their clothing while they are inside. On exiting the bathroom, if a girl discovers her clothes are missing, she may "shop" among the clothes that other girls have left. However, it is requested that each girl take no more than one item of clothing that doesn't belong to her, so that all the girls will have some clothes waiting for them (their own or those of other girls) when they exit the facility.


A college co-ed makes use of one of the bottomless toilets on campus, in full view of spectators.

Murphy Ranch, Chapter 2: Sweet Dreams

Chapter 2: Sweet Dreams

Apparently the gentleman had already completed the transaction, buying Donna's services for the next six weeks on behalf of their master. Bruno and Donna followed the gentleman obediently. Donna was naked and hot to trot. Bruno was naked from the waist down, but his dick had relaxed, his hopes of raping Donna having been dashed by her superior wit. The gentleman shepherded the two young people into the back seat of his limo, while he sat next to the driver.

Bruno sat next to Donna, and rested his hand in her lap. Donna felt bad for cheating the boy out of a chance to fuck her, so she didn't object, even as he gently stroked her between the legs. She rested her hand in his lap, and noticed his dick was getting hard again. She gently stroked it as it hardened. Without asking permission, Donna got up, and knelt before the boy. With her hands on his chest, she gently licked him like an ice cream cone. Then she gently stroked his balls as she licked lower and lower, taking more of him in her mouth. He stiffened, and raised his pelvis off the seat as his hot ice cream melted in her mouth. She swallowed his creamy juices and continued licking the tip of his shaft, as she massaged the rest of it with both hands. She squeezed the last of his juice into her mouth, swallowed it, and then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She sat down again next to him, and snuggled up to him, resting her head on his shoulder. He put his arm around her, and fingered her nipple with one hand, and her inner thigh with the other.

The car pulled to a stop, and both doors opened. Bruno exited one door and disappeared. Donna exited the other. The gentleman was soon at her side. He took her hand, and walked her into the house. "House" doesn't do the place justice. It was huge. The gentleman disappeared as a uniformed woman greeted her. "You must be tired," she said. "I'll show you to your room." She must be a maid, Donna thought as she followed her obediently. Everything was happening too fast for her to even worry about being naked and having no idea where she was or what would happen next. "Here we are," said the maid as they arrived in a luxurious bedroom with an attached bathroom. "Sleep tight. You will have a busy day tomorrow." With that, she left. And Donna was all alone.

She pulled down the covers of the bed. I wonder if I can take a sheet, and make a "toga" out of it, so I'm not so damn naked. She ripped the bed apart, but all the covers, including the sheets, seemed permanently attached to the bed frame. Little did Donna know that tiny video cameras broadcast her every move to monitors in the master's bedroom. Tomorrow morning, I will want to dress in something, she thought. Maybe there would be a towel in the bathroom. She went into the bathroom, and was amazed at its size. A bathtub as big as a small swimming pool. A toilet and something else. That must be a bidet, she thought. Two sinks and a huge counter top with drawers underneath, and a big mirror above it. But no towels. Not even a hand towel. She opened the drawers. Razors, shaving cream, various kinds of oils and lotions.

What are these? They look like lozenges. She picked one up, and was startled when it wriggled out of her fingers and sputtered about the inside of the drawer. "It's a little vibrator!" she said aloud. She picked it up again, and slipped it into her pussy, and laughed with delight as it hummed inside her. I wonder how long it lasts. She picked up another one, and it started vibrating. She slipped it into her asshole. Its surprising how easily it goes in, she thought. With the vibrators purring inside her, she tried to continue her investigation of the bathroom, but found it hard to focus on anything other than her increasing sexual excitement. She went back to the bed to lie down, but before she could get there, she heard a knock on the door. I can't answer the door in the nude, she thought, but I have nothing to cover myself with. She walked toward the door with the idea of standing behind it as she opened it, and poking her head around the door to talk to whoever was on the other side. But she didn't get that far. The door opened, and the maid stepped in. "Oh, I'm glad it's you," Donna said, breathing a sigh of relief. She wondered if the maid could hear the vibrators humming inside her. Maybe not, she thought, but there's no hiding my pussy, which has unfortunately decided to open like a flower. A very wet flower.

"Would you like something to help you sleep?" inquired the maid.

"That would be nice," Donna said. "What do you have in mind?" She was so close to cumming she was barely able to contain herself. The last thing she wanted to do was cum in front of the maid -- how embarrassing that would be.

"How about some milk and cookies?"

"How delightful!" Donna said, mocking the maid's servile demanor. When the maid leaves, I'll fish the vibrators out so I'm not so vulnerable, thought Donna.

"Come along, then." The maid grabbed one of Donna's hands, and literally pulled her out of the room. She put an arm around the girl, caressing her hip and butt. "A bunch of us girls like to get together for a midnight snack when we're done with our work."

A bunch? thought Donna. How many girls will there be? Will I be the only naked one? Will I be the only one with vibrators buzzing inside me? All these thoughts swirled around in Donna's brain as they walked down the stairs.

When she arrived, she was amazed to see nearly a dozen girls standing around in the huge kitchen. Glasses of milk and a tray of cookies were set out on the kitchen table. They had all been waiting for her. Donna was disappointed to see she was the only naked girl, although one or two were topless. One by one, the girls came over to her, and greeted her warmly. Each one hugged Donna as she introduced herself, rubbing her back and butt. Some of them kissed Donna on the lips. Mmmm, that feels good, Donna thought to herself as she responded to each girl who kissed her. One girl was wearing only an apron, which Donna discovered entirely by accident. As they hugged, Donna rubbed the girl's bare back, right down to her butt. "That's a pretty apron," said Donna. The girl said "Thank you," and did a little twirl to show it off.

Through sheer willpower, Donna had managed not to cum so far. As they were hugging, when some of the girls stroked her wet pussy as a friendly gesture of greeting, she desperately tried to think of something other than how good their touch felt. It was getting harder and harder for her to keep her legs together, with her pussy so close to total meltdown. She noticed some of the girls were sitting on the counter, and so sat between two of them. She spread her legs slightly, and rested her hands in her lap out of modesty. It took all her willpower to resist stroking her own clit as her juices dripped onto the counter where she sat. She tried not to notice as the girls on either side of her gently rubbed her inner thighs as they chatted. Deathly afraid of cumming in front of her new friends, Donna downed her milk, got off the counter, and wished everyone good night. Several of the girls kissed Donna, and hugged her warmly. Donna's maid followed her to her room. "Will you be needing anything else to help you sleep?"

"I know I'm tired," said Donna, "but I'm too excited to sleep."

The maid looked at her pussy and nodded. "I know just the thing. Let me tuck you into bed."

It seemed like hours that the vibrators had been buzzing inside her. Donna just wanted the maid to leave so she could them out. Instead, she led Donna to her bed, watched her get in it, and pulled the covers over her. "Good night, Donna," she said. "Your sleep aid will be here in just a minute."

Donna reached into her wet vagina to retrieve the mighty little vibrator as the maid's words resonated in her head. My 'sleep aid' will be here in just a minute? What could that mean? Ah! Got it.

There was a knock at the door. Donna assumed it was the maid. "Come in!"

The door opened, and Bruno bounded into the room, stark naked and at full attention. Without pausing to say hello, he ripped the covers off the bed, climbed on top of Donna, and slipped inside her. She came in an instant. She didn't even know she was screaming as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Bruno pressed down on Donna's shoulders, and she pulled up on his ass, and wrapped her legs around his. They rolled over and over on the huge bed as they came, Donna finally ending up on top of Bruno. She collapsed on him, resting her soft breasts on his firm belly, and her head on his shoulder. With his dick still inside her, he gently stroked the small of her back until she fell asleep. When she was sleeping deeply, he rolled her onto her back, and pulled out of her. He took the little vibrator lozenge, which was still in her hand. It purred serenely as he gently slid it back into her soft pussy. "Sleep tight, little darling," he said, as he kissed her soft lips.

He paused at the door, and looked at her one more time before he left. She was a happy girl, smiling in her sleep. I wonder what she's dreaming about?

Next: Chapter 3: Inviting the neighbors to dinner

Muff Day, Chapter 1

It had taken Donna days to build up the nerve to spend the day in her underwear. From the beginning of the semester, she had seen other girls dressed in just a top and panties, and it looked good on them, but somehow to do it herself... Well, she just couldn't bring herself to do it. So, one day, while the girls were still naked, she asked Crysta for some help. "Pick out a top and a pair of panties for me to wear, and make me wear them," she had said. So Crysta picked out Donna's sexiest top -- a sheer black lace crop-top -- and matching sheer panties. "I can't wear these," Donna had said, "You can see right through them! I would be naked in these!"

"Well why do you even have them, then, if not to wear?"

"They're for 'special' occasions," she smiled in her sly way.

"Donna, I'm sick of you asking me for advice, and then not following it." Crysta was really mad.

"OK, OK," Donna said, hugging her adorable roommate to cheer her up. She tilted Crysta's head back, and stroked her hair, her mouth just inches above Crysta's. "I promise, *next* time, I really will follow your advice. But for now, I'll pick out a slightly more modest top and panties." Donna kissed her roommate, and pinched her little ass, then went to her closet, and pulled out her tiniest top, and her tiniest bikini panties. She put them on, and twirled for Crysta's approval. Her top covered her nipples, but the soft white bottoms of her medium-sized tits hung below.

"Very nice," Crysta said. "But..."

"Thank you, Crysta. But what?"

"Oh, nothing."

"No, come on, tell me, what?"

"It's just your panties... It's nothing."

"Oh, pleeease," Donna whined. "Do these panties not go with my outfit? What's the matter with them?"

"OK, don't take this the wrong way, Donna, it's just a little suggestion."

"Spit it out, Crysta. Whatever it is, I promised to take your next suggestion, remember?"

"Oh, well then maybe I should save it for a really important one. I have one in mind, in fact, and I'm not sure you're gonna like it."

"No, tell me this one. What is your suggestion about my panties?"

"Nope."

"OK, I promise to follow your next *two* suggestions, just tell me, pleeeeease."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

"OK, here's the first suggestion. Bikini panties just don't look good when they're pulled up tight like that. You should pull them down a little, and roll the waistband. The proper way to wear panties is for the tippy top of your pussy to peek its little head out of the top of them."

"You want me to uncover my pussy?!"

"Just the tippy top of it, where your clit is, no more."

"Why should I do that?"

"You promised to follow my suggestion."

"OK." (It really wasn't OK at all, but a promise is a promise.) "But why?"

"Do it first, and then I'll tell you why.

Donna sighed, pulled down her panties, and then rolled the waistband inward several times. She pulled them up loosely, so they covered most of her pussy.

"Perfect!" Crysta smiled broadly, lighting up her beautiful face. Donna couldn't help smiling, too. Crysta stood behind her lovely roommate, and hugged her. She let her hands drop to the top of her panties, and gently stroked the exposed portion of her vulva.

"Mmmm," Donna said, rolling her head back to nuzzle Crysta's neck.

"That's reason number one," Crysta said. "It feels good, doesn't it?"

Donna didn't have to answer. Her nipples turned into two tent-poles, holding her top out from her breasts.

"If your clit is exposed to the elements, it will be naturally stimulated all day."

"What's the second reason?"

"It just looks good. There aren't too many things prettier than the top of a girl's pussy," Crysta pointed out.

Donna had to agree. Crysta slipped on a white micro-minidress, keeping an eye on Donna to make sure she kept her promise to wear a top and panties.

Donna was a good girl, all day. In fact, during her classes, Donna experimented with her panties, pulling them down sometimes as far as her thighs. With her pussy safely hidden between her legs, no one could see it, anyway, so it really didn't matter how far she pulled them down. With her heart beating fast, during her last class, she pulled her panties all the way down to her ankles, leaving them at the ready to pull up in an emergency if she had to. Luckily, nothing happened that required her to pull them up until the class was over. Then, as casually as she could, she pulled them up to the tops of her legs, and returned to her room.

"Did you wear your panties that way all day?" Crysta asked when Donna came in.

"No," Donna blushed, "I was too shy. But they were like this for the walk across campus back to here."

"Well, I'm very proud of you," Crysta said. "Are you ready for the Two Item Friendly Dinner?"

"The Two Item Friendly Dinner?" Donna asked.

"Don't you read the Campus Bulletin?"

"I guess not. What's the story with dinner?"

"The dining hall is doing this silly promotion. Today's dinner is for pairs of girls, each wearing two items of clothing. As each pair of girls enters the dining hall, one of them has to strip naked, and then she gets to choose an item from the other one."

"I see," said Donna. "So it's better to be the one who gets naked, because then she can pick the item that will cover her up the most."

"Yeah," Crysta agreed. "There's an element of strategy there."

Donna was warming to the idea. "So can I strip?"

"Well, OK," Crysta said.

"What are you going to wear?" Donna asked out of self-interest. She would soon be wearing one of whichever two items Crysta picked out for herself.

"I was thinking of wearing my flannel pajamas."

"Excellent choice." Donna was looking forward to snuggling into that big top, leaving the pants for Crysta. The top was plenty big enough to cover her completely.

It didn't matter to Donna what she wore, so she left her little top and rolled-up panties on. She walked arm in arm with her sexy roommate to the cafeteria. There was a long line. "I guess this is a popular attraction," Donna said.

The girls surveyed the crowd waiting to get in. All the girls were paired up. Most of them had already decided which of them would strip, it seemed. The air was electric. Most of the strippers wore just panties, and they were already pulling at them, itching to strip. Donna felt sexy as her turn to strip approached. Her nipples were itching to taste the fresh air, so she lifted her top around her neck -- she just couldn't help it. So many of the other girls had their tits out, she actually felt a bit awkward to have them covered. Crysta was affected by the sexy feeling as well. She lowered Donna's panties so she could smooth her palms all over Donna's adorable little buns. Donna didn't mind so long as she could smooch with her sexy roommate. When she finally got to the front of the line, she stepped onto a little stage that had been set up, and removed her clothing, leaving it on the stage. Then Crysta was admitted. Donna waited for her on the stage, but Crysta passed by the stage, on her way to the food line. Donna ran naked after her, saying, "hey, where's my item of clothing?"

"Which one do you want?" Crysta asked as Donna dragged her back onto the stage.

"I want your top." She tried to look as dignified as possible, given her nudity, which led to her bad bargaining position.

"You mean this top without any buttons?" Crysta asked.

Donna was puzzled. "It has buttons."

"Not any more," Crysta said. She pulled off a button, and dropped it on the floor.

"Wait a minute!" Donna said, as she tried to wrestle Crysta out of her top. But Crysta was too fast for her. She pulled all the buttons off and let them clatter to the floor.

The crowd hooted and whistled as Crysta stood, laughing, with her top wide open.

"Well then I want your bottoms," said Donna, who wasted no time "pantsing" her sexy roommate. But Crysta seemed to be expecting that.

She stepped out of the bottoms, and pulled their legs apart, ripping them in two along the seam. "Now they really are a *pair* of pants," Crysta said.

With the pants in shreds, the top started looking good to Donna. "The top then," she said. She tried to take it off Crysta, but she held on for dear life. "Rip!" One of the sleaves came off, ripping the side of the garment as well. Donna started tugging on the other sleave, but Crysta held on. "Rip!" went the other sleave. There was nothing holding it on any more, so it slid off her back, and onto the floor of the stage, leaving Crysta just as naked as her feisty roommate.

For a moment, the two naked girls just stood and stared at each other. Then they both started laughing. "I guess we can each pick up one shred of clothing to wear," Crysta said. She picked up the largest piece of her top -- a sleave with half of the front still attached. She slid it up her arm, and carefully arranged the flap of cloth to cover one of her enormous breasts.

Donn bent over in a decidedly unladylike manner (decorum went out the window a while ago) and picked up one of the two legs, the one with the waistband still attached. She carefully unsnapped it, slipped her leg into it, and did it up around her. With a stroke of good luck, her pussy was more or less covered by this "pant".

Still laughing, the girls made their way to the food line to the applause of the guests waiting to do their strip and swap. Donna put aside her dismay over Crysta's spiteful way of shredding her pajamas, since, after all, Crysta clearly got the worse end of this deal, with just one tit covered. She faced Crysta, and wrapped her arms around her, hugging her close. She was warm and smelled really nice. They kissed deeply, Donna noticed Crysta enjoyed the kiss as much as she did.

"Oh!" Donna was surprised to feel a hand in the leg of her pants. They were more open to the elements than she realized. Rip! Donna was enjoying their kiss too much to register concern over losing the one remaining leg of her pants. As the girls moved forward, she opted to step out of it rather than break off their kiss. She still wore the belt around her waist, which, in her current state of bliss, was all the clothes she really needed. The girls got their food and sat down next to each other, so they could snuggle while they ate.

Looking around, Donna laughed. "I see most of the other girls came to a more amicalbe arrangement with their partners." About half the girls were wearing shirts long enough to cover some of their cute little bottoms. The other half was wearing some kind of skirt or panties. She did notice a few other naked girls, though, including one fully naked pair, one sitting on the other's lap, kissing. That's sweet, Donna thought.

"I want to take you out for ice cream right after dinner," Crysta said as they finished their meals.

"That's sweet," Donna purred, stroking her roommate's hair. All this nuzzling and kissing had made Donna pretty wet. Beyond embarrassment over being visibly turned on, Donna was afraid of being punished for it, because being visibly turned on in public was a major infraction, punishable by rape. Raping girls who have the bad judgment to parade their wet pussies about campus seems harsh, but there's a good reason for the rule. The idea is twofold: to discourage girls from showing their pussies in public, or if they have to show them, to discrouage them from becoming sexually excited. Donna always thought rape was an extreme punishment, but she knows that in a way, a girl "asks for it" by allowing herself to be seen in this condition, and sometimes a boy just can't help himself, anyway, she reasoned.

"I'd like to stop by the room first," said Donna.

"No time." Crysta looked at an imaginary watch. "The place closes at seven. And I want to talk to you about my second suggestion."

"You already used up your two suggestions -- to pull my panties halfway down, and to come here and 'share' your pajamas", Donna laughed.

"That second thing was a mutual decision," Crysta said.

Donna decided not to press the point. "OK, then, what is your second suggestion?"

"I'll tell you over ice-cream," Crysta said.

"Let me run back into the serving area -- or maybe upstairs to the entrance -- to see if I can find some more pieces of your P.J's to cover me," she said.

"Don't be silly. Lots of girls go off campus naked. No one will pay you any mind, I promise."

"Really?" Donna had trouble believing this. She didn't remember seeing any naked girls in the past, although she rarely went off campus.

"And I'll be naked with you," Crysta said, snuggling into her half-shirt as much as possible -- she managed to cover both tits with it, but everything below the waist was out in the open.

"OK, but if I don't see any naked girls besides you, I'll be mad." It really wasn't OK. Donna desperately wanted to slip into something a little less revealing, but on the other hand, she wanted to hear Crysta's second suggestion. Curiosity won, in the end.

Donna turned the tiny waistband of Crysta's pajama bottoms -- the only part she managed to salvage after their clothes-ripping fight -- so that the thickest part (barely three inches from top to bottom) was in front. She pulled it down over her pussy, covering most of it. An extremely tiny micro-miniskirt, she thought. At least I'm not naked.

Somehow, Crysta picked the most crowded route possible through campus to the ice-cream store. The girls endured catcalls and whistles the whole way. "Don't let your nipples get hard," Crysta said as she clutched her shirt-shred to her breasts. Too late, thought Donna, as she looked down to see her nips casting dual shadows across her belly each time they passed under a street light. Being naked (or even half-naked) in public gave Donna a secret thrill. Luckily, none of the boys noticed their excitement, and they survived the trip without being raped. Once off-campus, Donna looked around, and saw some other girls in micros. She envied the off-campus girls who aren't subject to the dress code, because they can wear panties if they wanted to. Of course, some of them were college girls, and so they didn't wear panties under their micros. And some other girls just choose to go commando. But if any of these girls wanted to wear a thong under her micro, she could, and Donna envied that.

Finally, they got to the brightly-lit ice-cream store. Donna felt her nipples harden again as the bell on the door jingled. All eyes turned to enjoy the damn-near naked girls as they strutted into the store. As she scanned the customers, Donna saw to her dismay that they were all fully dressed. The sexiest get-up in the store was worn by the girl behind the counter -- an apron, which was required by the job, and her boss didn't let her wear anything more than that minimum requirement. Her boss said that leaving her backside uncovered encouraged her to face the customers. She only wished the ice-cream wasn't stored along the back wall of the store. "What would you like, girls?" she asked.

The girls ordered, and watched as the clerk leaned deep into the freezer to scoop out their ice-cream, making no effort to hide her pussy. "See?" asked Crysta, "We're not the only naked girls."

"She's far from naked," Donna said. "Her whole front is fully covered."

"Here you go, girls," she said. As she handed over the cones, Donna noticed the top of the girl's apron was rather loose, and her breasts were fully visible as she leaned forward. Nice tits, thought Donna. Nice tits, thought the girl.

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Muff Day, Chapter 2 is coming soon!

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The Murphy Ranch

TABLE OF CONTENTS

        Chapter 1: The Gentleman
        Chapter 2: Sweet Dreams
        Chapter 3: Inviting the Neighbors to Dinner
        Chapter 4: Grocery Shopping
        Chapter 5: Dinner Party

Chapter 1: The Gentleman

"It's finally over!" cried Crysta.

Donna smiled. Yes it is. Having to go bottomless, the inspections, the humiliation; it's all over now. She celebrated by putting on a skin-tight top, miniskirt, and even a pair of panties under it -- the first time she had done that since the semester began. She felt all snug inside her clothes. Innocent. Like a little girl again. She thought back to the beginning of the semester. She recalled how immodest she would have felt wearing this miniskirt, even *with* panties, whereas now, after weeks of going bottomless in public, just the luxury of wearing panties at all made her feel all warm and snuggly between her legs.

"Do you have any plans for the semester break?" Crysta asked.

"I'm going to earn some money," said Donna. She had finished packing, and was ready to go out the door.

Crysta put on a dress because some of the parents were in the area, and the inspections had ended for the semester. Donna realized this was the first time Crysta had covered her lovely ass in weeks -- maybe months. Crysta carried one of Donna's bags down the stairs. "Really? How," she asked.

"I'm going to the Murphy Auction," she said.

Crysta dropped the bag she was carrying, and let it tumble down the stairs. Bump, bump, crash! Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle. "What?!"

Donna's jaw went slack. "What did you do that for?" She ran after her bag, wondering what broke.

Crysta repeated her question, "What are you going to do over the break?!"

"I'm going to the Auction," repeated Donna.

Crysta put one hand on each of Donna's shoulders, and looked her straight in both eyes. "Do you have any idea what the Murphy Auction is?"

Donna was stunned by Crysta's reaction. She thought she knew what it was, but now she wasn't so sure.

"It's for girls who want to be servants," said Donna.

"Servants!" Crysta huffed. "That's one word for it."

"The pay is really good," Donna said.

"I don't doubt it." Crysta was deadly serious. "Donna, do whatever you can do to get out of this. This is not for you."

"Don't be rediculous, Crysta. It's just for six weeks. When we get back to school I'll tell you all about it. I'll be fine, you'll see."

"Are you going home first, or straight to Caldwell?"

"So you know the Murphy Ranch is in Caldwell?" Donna looked at Crysta narrowly. "How do you know about all this?"

Crysta just shook her head.

"Well the answer to your question is B, straight to Caldwell."

"I think you're making a big mistake."

The girls kissed. It was an affectionate kiss, but Donna was still sad when she got in her car and drove off. She wanted Crysta to be happy for her, not crazy like she had been today. She turned on the radio, and sang along with it. Soon, she forgot her problems, and enjoyed the drive. Traffic was heavy, but she was in no rush. After a few hours, she arrived at the Murphy Ranch.

She stopped at the guard house, and told the guard her name. He was expecting her. "Park in lot B, and leave your stuff in the car. You won't need it yet," he said. Donna had a good feeling about this. She parked the car, and went inside.

Expecting to find another gruff security guard, Donna was pleasantly surprised by the beautiful young woman who greeted her. "Hi Donna," she said, surprising her even more. How did she know my name? she wondered. The tan young beauty looked like a godess, wearing a white flowing robe. She shook Donna's hand, then hugged her, and felt under her dress. Donna was surprised not by her forward behavior, but rather by how natural it seemed to her. She hugged the godess instinctively. As Donna wrapped her arms around the beauty, she pulled Donna's panties down, and felt her soft girl parts. Donna didn't resist. This was happening, but it felt like dreaming. She dipped her finger into Donna, moistening it. Donna stepped out of her panties so she could spread her legs apart, giving the beauty better access. But that's all she wanted, apparently. "You can go to section G-42, down this hallway," she said, gesturing to Donna's left. Donna was caught off-guard by her abrupt change in demeanor, but she managed to begin walking in the indicated direction. "You forgot your panties!" the beauty called after her. Embarrassed, Donna returned to take her panties, but the beauty didn't let go. She pulled Donna toward her, and gave her a meaningful kiss. She sensed Donna's fear. "You'll do fine," she said. Then she let go of Donna's panties. Donna bent over, right in the lobby, to put on her panties. She pulled them up loosely, leaving room between her pussy and the panties so they didn't get too wet.

She went down the long hallway, and came to a door labeled "Stage G". She pushed the door open, and found herself in a huge room with long aisles marked off on the floor with masking tape. On both sides of the aisles were sections divided by portable curtains. In each area was a girl. Some of the girls were naked. Others were fully dressed. Some were sitting, while others were dancing to music she didn't hear. As she walked back and forth along the aisles, she slowly became aware of the numbering scheme. Each section of the floor had a label. Before she knew it, she was looking at the small sign proclaiming "G-42". She stepped into the section and felt very awkward. There was a square bench in the middle of her section, measuring about four feet on each side. She sat down, wondering what would happen next.

She didn't have to wait long. The goddess in the white robe greeted her warmly. "You can stand on the pedestal," she said.

"Pedestal?" Donna asked. The beauty gestured to the seat she was sitting on. "Oh," she said, and stood up on it.

"Some of our customers come here in person," she explained. "But many more just see you on their computers. You are required to be very nice to the customers. Remember that." Donna nodded. "There are cameras at the corners of the pedestal, looking up at you, and cameras elsewhere in the section looking at you."

Donna looked around. "Cameras?" she said.

"They're very small," said the goddess. She went on, "and the monitor, over there, is where you get to see the customers."

The monitor was huge. Why didn't I see it before, she wondered. It was showing an upskirt view of a pair of baggy panties. Donna moved, and the image moved. That's me, she thought, and pulled up her panties. That's better, she thought, as the image changed to show a sexy tight ass with tiny panties clinging to it under a miniskirt. Thank God I had the foresight to wear panties, she thought.

She looked up from the monitor to find the goddess had vanished. Now what? She stood on the pedestal, feeling the prying eyes of all the cameras looking at her, and felt awkward. She looked around the room, and saw all the other girls, apparently comfortable in their little spaces. She was lost in thought for a while. A minute, maybe, or perhaps longer, when a voice came from the monitor. "Take off your panties, bitch!" it said.

Donna was startled. It took her a few seconds to realize the voice was addressing *her*. "No, I won't!" she replied. Then she squinted at the blurry image on the monitor. It looked like a teenage boy.

"Take off your shirt, you little whore!" said the boy.

"Fuck you!" said Donna. Applause and cheers erupted from nearby stalls. Donna smiled at them, pleased that she had stood up for herself.

Soon, the beauty appeared, not in person, but on the video screen. "Donna, these are customers," she said.

"The pimply-faced kid is a customer?"

"Yes, his credit card checks out. That makes him a customer." Donna had no response. She just gaped at the monitor.

Finally, Donna pulled her thoughts together. "So I have to obey his stupid wishes?"

"Yes, and you have to do it cheerfully."

The angel disolved, and soon the kid was back on the screen looking smug. "Your panties, please?" he said.

Well, at least he didn't call me any names this time, Donna thought. (Unbeknownst to Donna, the kid had received a stern lecture about how to address a lady.) "Well, when you ask me nicely, how can I refuse?" Donna said as she slid her panties down her long legs, and stepped out of them. She stood with her legs together in the center of the pedestal, to minimize the view from each camera. The monitor showed a succession of views of her most intimate areas from a succession of hidden cameras.

"Your shirt, now, darling," said the kid.

"You don't really want me to take off my shirt, do you?" Donna asked playfully, stalling for time.

"Yes, and hurry," said the kid.

Donna had nothing but time, and the kid's admonition to hurry just slowed her down more. She peeled her shirt off, an inch at a time, exposing first the tender bottoms of her breasts, then the nipples. Donna watched her own strip-tease on the monitor, and actually enjoyed it -- that is, until her face was covered by her shirt. The slow strip tease was intended to piss off the kid, but it was also turning her on more than she realized. She spread her legs apart, having forgotten about the cameras looking up her skirt, and her pussy was getting puffy and pink from excitement. When she finally pulled all of her shirt off, she saw the kid's session had ended. I wonder how much he saw?

She was startled to see a distinguished gentleman standing right in front of her, trying not to look at her perky breasts. "Oh!" she exclaimed as she covered her boobs with her hands. She started to bend over to retrieve her shirt, which was lying behind her on the edge of the pedestal, but she remembered she wasn't wearing panties, and felt awkward bending over with the man watching her behind.

"Allow me," said the man. He picked up the shirt and handed it to her. He watched her carefully as she put it on, noticing that her nipples remained visibly erect beneath her shirt. When she was composed, he continued. "My master seeks a..." he paused to think of the right word. He leaned closer to her and spoke softly. "...a companion," he continued. "He wants a girl who will obey him, but who also has a brain of her own."

"Sounds like a tricky combination." Donna was intrigued.

"Yes, it is tricky. But a test has been devised. If you pass it, I will buy your services on behalf of our master. If you fail, then you have to get back up on the pedestal, and wait for someone else. Does that sound fair?"

"I guess so," Donna said.

"Good. Here's how it will work. I will ask you a question, and you will answer it. If your answer is wrong, you have to take off an article of clothing. Then I'll ask you another question, and you will answer it. When you have answered ten questions, if you are naked, Bruno, here, will rape you." He gestured to the large man standing behind him.

"Rape me?" Donna stared at Bruno. She wanted to know if he would really rape her. He wasn't bad looking, but she still didn't relish the thought of being raped, especially with everyone watching.

"Yes. He will grab your naked body, throw you down to the floor, and fuck you."

Donna pulled her eyes off Bruno and stared at the gentleman. He stared back at her. "Does that sound fair?" he repeated.

"Not really." Donna said honestly. The gentleman started to leave. "No, wait," Donna called after him. "I'll do it." This was her ticket out of here. And even if she got raped, it certainly wouldn't be her first time, she rationalized. At college, rape had been the standard punishment for girls with the audacity to display sexual excitement in public, a condition which befell Donna once or twice. If necessary, she would endure another rape.

"That's the spirit! Here's your first question:"

"Wait a minute," Donna begged. "Can I put on my panties first?" She wanted to have three articles of clothing, to give her a fighting chance in this competition.

"OK," said the gentleman, "but be quick about it!" As Donna skurried about, he started his first question again. "What positive integer has no prime factors?"

Donna finished pulling up her panties, and answered right away: "One."

"That's right." The gentleman hid his disappointment. He would make her squirm soon enough. "Second question: What is the easternmost state of the United States?"

Donna was excited by the question, because she knew the trick. She was about to answer when she had another thought: I'll play with this guy a little bit. She twirled her hair around her finger. "Ummm..." She pulled her miniskirt up around her belly, exposing her panties. "If I don't know the answer, can I take off my panties?" she asked as she started to lower them. The gentleman smiled and nodded. Clearly, he was looking forward to a glimpse of her pussy. She lowered her panties only far enough to reveal the top of her vulva, and glanced at the gentleman's crotch long enough to see a pup tent. "Alaska!" she said.

"That's right," said the gentleman again. His tent deflated as Donna pulled the front of her skirt back down, although he enjoyed the fact that her panties were still in view beneat her skirt. Wishing he could think of a way to see Donna's naked ass, he continued. "Third question: does the set of all sets that don't contain themselves contain itself?" Donna knew this question, too. Even though she was beautiful, she was also smart, and she paid attention in math class. This is the famous Cantor paradox, she thought. But, again, she was careful not to let on that she knew this one.

"Can I pull down my panties a little farther?" she asked. "They're really giving me a wedgie."

The gentleman laughed. "Sure," he said. "Pull them down as far as you like."

"Oh, thank you," Donna gushed. She pulled them halfway down to her knees, to a point where they almost fell by themselves. Donna knew she could raise that little tent again if she "accidentally" let them slip a little farther. "This is a hard question," she said. "If I get it wrong, should I take off my shirt or my skirt?" She coyly lifted her skirt as she asked the question, exposing her adorable pussy to the gentleman.

"It's your choice," he said.

"I would very much like to keep my pussy covered," she said. "So I'll take off my shirt if I get this question wrong, OK?"

"That would be fine," he said. "What is your answer to the question?"

"The answer is that there is no answer. The question is a paradox, and the resolution of the paradox is to say that there is no set of sets that don't contain themselves, so it is pointless to ask any question about such a set."

The gentleman shook his head. Rats! thought Donna. She lifted her shirt over her breasts, letting them flop out. Not huge, but totally natural, observed the gentleman. Master will be pleased. With her shirt around her neck, Donna readied herself to remove it when the gentleman interrupted her. "That's the right answer."

"Then why did you shake your head?"

"I was amazed that you knew this one. None of the other girls got this one right. If you like, you can cover your breasts again."

"That's OK," said Donna. "I have seven questions to go. I'll surely get one of them wrong, and then I'll just have to uncover them again. Give me your next question."

"Are you willing to obey any order?"

"Yes," Donna said. She knew that was one of the rules of her job as a servant.

"Will you obey an order even if it is stated as a question?"

Donna frowned. "Of course," she said. She didn't know why the gentleman was asking these questions, but she wanted to get on with the game.

"Question six," began the gentleman.

"You mean question four," corrected Donna.

"No," said the gentleman. "Question four was 'Are you willing to obey any order'" and question five was 'Will you obey..."

Donna's cute little tits shook with laughter. "Oh, those were part of the test? I'm glad I got them right!"

The gentleman was not amused. "Will you please turn around and touch your toes?"

Suddenly Donna stopped laughing. This was an order, phrased as a question, so she had to obey. But she also knew her butt was uncovered. She pictured herself facing her ass to the gentleman, bending at the waist. Her pussy would be in full view. She started by turning around. She was so filled with tingling anticipation her knees almost buckled. She clenched her little cheeks to keep her pussy hidden as long as possible. She barely noticed that her panties slid the rest of the way down her legs when she had turned around. They weren't doing her any good, anyway. Then an idea came to her. She bent at the knees, not the waist. and touched her toes without showing her pussy. She slowly stood up, and turned to face the gentleman, her panties still about her ankles.

He clapped his hands in a slow mocking way. "Very good, Donna. Will you please take off your panties?"

Donna's face turned ashen. "Was that a question?" She saw his trick. His last three questions would be orders to remove her clothes. She glanced at Bruno, who was unbucking his pants in anticipation of his prize. After ten questions, she would be naked, and Bruno would rape her.

Donna answered, "Yes," and kicked them at the gentleman, scoring a direct hit on his face. He inhaled her fragrance before removing them from his nose.

"Now will you take off your shirt?"

Donna froze. The gentleman took it as horror -- Donna knew she had been licked. But she was really doing some detailed calculations. Finally, she smiled triumphantly. "Yes!" The gentleman was a bit confused by her joy. She was one item of clothing away from being stripped stark naked and having forced intercourse. Not a cause for joy at all.

"Finally, my tenth question," said the gentleman.

"No," corrected Donna, her hands on her hips. Her tits shook as she said, "You have already asked ten questions. I have won your little contest."

"Really?" asked the gentleman, amused at Donna's defiance, her miniskirt barely covering her naked pussy.

"Really," said Donna. "You asked me first about prime factors, second about the easternmost state, third about the Cantor paradox, and then your fourth question was 'what is the answer to the third question'."

"Wait a minute!" said the gentleman. "That wasn't one of the ten questions!"

Donna laughed. She grabbed the hem of her tiny skirt with both hands and shook it back and forth, oblivious to the rare sight she offered this way. "You asked me ten questions, it's as simple as that!"

"I suppose I did," said the gentleman. "But you only gave me nine answers."

Donna let her skirt drop. He was right, but does this matter? "I guess so."

"Do you remember the rules?" He froze, pointing at her. "Don't answer that!" He smiled, and resumed his rebuttal. "The rules clearly state that the game isn't over until you answer ten times." Donna's jaw dropped as he went in for the final blow. "So you will answer one more question."

Donna knew she was licked. She unzipped her skirt, and waited for it. Her skirt started to slide down, but she spread her legs to catch it.

"Donna, will you remove your skirt?"

"Yes." She hung her head, and put her legs together, allowing her skirt to hit the floor. She stepped out of it, and looked up to see that Bruno had removed his pants, and he was ready for action.

Bruno started for the pedestal, and Donna braced herself, but the gentleman stopped him. He wanted to savor his victory over a worthy opponent. "I'll let Bruno rape you in a minute. But first, spread your legs," he ordered. Donna obeyed. "Raise your hands in the air, and imagine that you are tied up, and can't fight back as I touch you." Again, she obeyed. The gentleman approached her, and she squirmed, but didn't move her feet. He began caressing her left butt cheek, raising goosebumps. He cupped her cheek in his hand, allowing his fingers to play over her asshole. Donna's goosebumps spread to her whole body, especially her nipples, which stood at full erection. He caressed her inner thigh, letting his fingers stroke the tender skin between her legs, from her asshole to her vagina, which by this time was dripping wet. He rubbed her erect nipples, and gently raked his fingers down her flat belly toward her quivering pussy. She felt like she would come when he touched her clit, but he teased her by letting each hand pass her pussy without touching it. She was so wound up, she craved release.

The gentleman stepped back. "OK, Bruno," he said.

"Wait!" Donna said, her legs still apart, and her hands still high in the air. "You said the game would be over if I answered ten questions."

"That's right." The gentleman was growing impatient.

"But I only answered nine."

"Au contraire," said the gentleman. "You answered all ten of my questions."

"Don't you remember?" Donna asked. "When you asked me to bend over and touch my toes..."

"You did it, in a clever way so I couldn't see your cute little asshole, as I recall."

"Yes, but I never answered you. I did it silently."

"Just doing it is an answer."

Donna put her hands on her hips, and brought her legs together, and just looked at the gentleman.

"OK, you're right. I managed to get you naked, but you still win the game. You were the best opponent I've ever had at this game. The master will be pleased with you." To his frustrated rapist, he added, "Come along."

Next: Chapter 2: Sweet Dreams

Bottomless Dare

"What are you doing for lunch, Crysta?" It wasn't even breakfast time yet, and already Donna was worried about lunch as she searched through her closet for some nice clothes to wear.

Crysta didn't answer.

Donna stopped rummaging through her clothes long enough to look up and see her naked roommate had fallen back to sleep. She leaned over her, and gently kissed her on the cheek, oblivious to the people passing in the hall, any one of whom could have gotten a good view of Donna's backside as she bent forward. As she started to straighten up, Crysta lunged forward, and grabbed Donna's head, and pressed it to her lips, kissing Donna good and hard. "Mwaaaahhhh!" Donna said as she struggled to get free. "You faker!"

"How many times are you going to be taken in by this trick?" Crysta loved to feign sleep, and wait until Donna's long brown hair tickles her neck. She waits until she feels her warm lips on her cheek before pouncing. At first, Donna always struggles, but then she succumbs to Crysta's kiss every time.

"I'm serious this time. I want to have lunch with you. We haven't had lunch together in a long time."

"That's because you refuse to come to the bottomless caf," Crysta said. The "bottomless caf" was the small cafeteria in the Student Center. By local convention, the girls shed their bottoms before entering. There was no official rule against bottoms, and no one checked the girls at the door, but most of the girls complied with the convention. Here, "bottomless" generally meant naked from the waist down, although girls can get away with a micro-minidress if they're very shy.

"That's right. I don't think I'll ever feel comfortable parading about campus with nothing on my bottom." Donna pouted in the sexiest way. "Let's have lunch somewhere else, where we can be fully dressed."

Crysta found it hard to resist her sexy roommate. "Come here, you," she said. She swept Donna's hair away from her beautiful face, and holding her head with both hands, kissed her again. Donna responded, holding Crysta's naked body in her arms. Crysta lifted Donna's top over her tits so she could feel their warm bodies touching as they kissed. The girls' hands were all over each other, stroking, rubbing, fondling each other. They were both getting very excited when Crysta pulled away. Breathing heavily, she said "no more kissing until you agree to meet me bottomless for lunch."

Why does Crysta always do this to me? Donna wondered. She was within seconds of cumming when Crysta forced her to stop and agree to the impossible: I'm not going to go bottomless in public, she thought, and that's all there is to it. But I want to keep kissing Crysta, so what can I do? Suddenly, Donna had a brainstorm: "I'll have lunch with you bottomless if you're completely naked. Then she started kissing Crysta again, and she responded.

Finally, Crysta broke away again. Donna was sure she would decline, because she knew how resistent Crysta was to baring her body -- especially her big boobs -- in public. But Crysta surprised her: "OK. 12:00, outside the Student Center?"

Donna gulped. Crysta had called her bluff. But maybe this was a bluff of her own. "12:00 is fine," Donna said, still pretty sure Crysta wouldn't have the nerve to go through with it. "But if I'm bottomless and you're not naked, then you have to go completely naked 24 hours a day for a whole week!"

"I'll agree to that," Crysta said, "as long as you agree to the same deal: if I show up naked, and you're not bottomless, then you have to go naked for a week."

"OK," Donna said, "But if we both cheat, then the deal's off."

"I agree," said Crysta. It seemed to Donna that Crysta agreed too quickly.

She was pretty sure Crysta would reneg. And that was good news for Donna. It meant she wouldn't have to be bottomless. She breathed a lot easier after she thought it through. As she disentangled herself from the clutches of her gorgeous naked roommate, she straightened out her little top, pulling back over her firm breasts. The thought of lunching with a naked Crysta hardened her nipples. She felt them through her shirt and smiled. Her top covered her down to her belly button, but no further. She really needed panties to be decent, so she picked out a nice pair.

"Uh uh uh!" Crysta said, wagging her finger at Donna. "Bottomless, remember?"

"Don't worry your little head about it," Donna said. "I'll lose the panties before lunch." Secretly, she was pretty sure she wouldn't have to get rid of them. She watched Crysta dress in a tiny little shirt with sleves twice as long as the body. She buttoned it up below her breasts, pushing them into the cleavage. She looked really good in the shirt. As Donna waved bye to her roommate, her sexy ass reminded her of a ripe peach. She watched Crysta until she was out of sight. All during her classes, she thought about lunch. She knew Crysta would reneg. Crysta was counting on Donna to reneg, too. And that would be just fine. They would still have a good lunch, and laugh about their daring plans.

Finally, the time came. Donna's panties were soaked with anticipation. She knew Crysta would be at least bottomless, but she was pretty sure her tits would be fully covered. Crysta would beg Donna to eat in the bottomless caf, but Donna would finally convince Crysta to eat at the regular caf so she could keep her panties on. As she walked closer to their meeting place, a horrible thought suddenly struck Donna. What if she's naked? As soon as she sees my panties she'll claim I reneged, and then she'll force me to strip naked right then and there while we argue over the terms of our deal. Not a pretty picture. So Donna approached very cautiously, hoping to see Crysta before Crysta saw her. The closer she got, the faster her heart beat. No Crysta. She looked at her watch. 11:58. Maybe Crysta was doing the same thing, waiting to see if Donna was bottomless before taking off her top. She knew how much Crysta hated to bare the "twins" (as she called them).

Suddenly, Donna saw her, all the way across the commons. Crysta was stark naked, and coming this way. Without even looking around to see who might be watching her, Donna stripped off her panties, and threw them in the nearest trash can. It was either that or going naked for a week, and she knew she wouldn't be able to survive a day, let alone a week, without any clothes. She wanted to show Crysta she wasn't shy, so before Crysta saw her, she lied down on her back on a cement bench outside the Student Center, with one leg on either side of it. She closed her eyes to make it look as if she had been waiting for a long time. Soon, a shadow fell over her, but she pretended to be sleeping. She was startled by a hand on her pussy, but she tried not to jump. Just being bottomless in public, with her legs wide apart, was enough to make Donna pretty excited, so the hand between her legs found some slippery juice. Crysta's touch felt good, so she lifted one foot onto the bench, and straighted out her other leg, widening the gap between her lips for easier access. Then she felt a hand on one of her breasts, and another on her belly. Too many hands! She opened her eyes suddenly to find two strange girls, both wearing sports bras, fondling her. She sat up, and saw Crysta, across the patio, laughing. "I was wondering when you would realize that wasn't me," she said as she came over. "This is Sylvia, and this is Monica." The girls smiled as they were introduced. "Come on now. Let's have lunch."

Getting Ready for the Day

Evening Social Hour

At the end of a long day, just before retiring for the evening, many of the girls like to congregate in the hallway. Clothing is considered optional for the hallway social hour, because many of the girls are ready for bed, and like to sleep in the nude. Other girls have somehow lost their clothing during the day, and don't feel the need to find something to wear for just an hour or so before bed.

Bedtime

A few girls wear panties to bed. Others wear just a pajama top, or a pajama bottom, but most of the girls see clothing as unnecessary. Usually, roommates cuddle together for warmth and companionship, although some girls prefer to sleep alone.

Morning

Upon rising, a girl will usually look out her window to check the weather for the day. If the weather seems cold, she might want to wear a light jacket or sweater instead of a dress. Although a jacket may not cover her butt, it's warmer than a thin dress. Sweaters typically leave a girl naked below the waist, but, again, they are warmer. Often, a girl has to choose between modesty and warmth, and during the winter, warmth often wins.




Dressing

After guaging the weather, it's time to root through the closet for exactly that one item a girl will wear during the day. Although the Dress Code allows girls to wear more than one item, such attire often leads to inspections, which most girls prefer to avoid. By wearing a top without a bottom, or by wearing an extremely short micro-minidress, a girl can usually avoid inspections, since she clearly has nothing to hide from an inspector. Some tops come down nearly to a girl's vagina, so, with a little imagination, she can feel as if she is covered. Since so many girls dress this way, a girl need not feel alone. There is some comfort in numbers.

Micro Panties

Since panties can't be worn under a dress, if a girl wears them at all, they're worn either by themselves or with a top. That means they'll be seen, so you want them to look pretty. There is nothing prettier than a pair of micro panties. They're plenty big to cover your pussy crack, so you can feel modest in them. But they're not so big they hide your beauty, so you can feel beautiful at the same time. These panties are ideal, then, to be worn by themselves, or with a similarly attractive top to cover your nipples.

Ribbon Top

If you are looking for a nice top to wear, and you're on a budget (what college girl isn't?) then you might consider a "ribbon top". These attractive tops were made from ordinary ribbons, of the kind used to decorate packages. The come in various widths. As you can see, any width larger than one inch is plenty wide for the job, looks very pretty, and won't cost you an arm and a leg.

Shyness

"Crysta, get some clothes on, we're going off campus for dinner!" Donna threw her books on her desk, and tossed her hair. She looked ravashing in a baby blue micro-minidress, her cute little cheeks visible beneath its scant hemline.

"Where are we going? Someplace fancy enough for my new blouse?" She held up a white silk blouse with pearl buttons..

"That's perfect! Put it on." As Crysta donned her new blouse, Donna explained the sudden dinner plans: "Karen wants to go downtown with us. She said she needs our help."

"Our help?" Crysta was intrigued. She undid the top button, and looked at herself in the mirror, moving from side to side.

"Yes, she said she wants help to get over her shyness."

Crysta undid one more button, letting her boobs tumble out of her shirt. "Oh, like you"

Donna blushed. She had made great progress toward overcoming her own shyness, but she knew she had much more to learn. A few months ago, she would have never dared to wear a microminidress, but here she was, wearing a dress that covered only half of her cute little butt. It was still hard for her to go out in public, and climb stairs knowing anyone who looks up at her butt will see her naked pussy. But she was doing it every day. And every day it got a bit easier than the day before. "Yes, like me," she said.

Crysta tucked her boobs into her shirt as best she could, and made for the door. "I'm ready to go," she said.

Donna gaped at her. She was about to say, Aren't you going to put something else on besides the blouse, but then she remembered who she was dealing with. Crysta had become much more brazen since coming to college. She liked to cover her boobs, but she has started to make a habit of leaving everything south of her navel au natural. But all she said was, "Let's stop by and get Karen now."

Karen's room was on the second floor. The door was closed. Donna was about to knock on it when it opened. Karen pushed her way past the girls. "Let's go now before I lose my nerve!" Donna could see why she might lose her nerve. She was wearing only a skimpy little pair of panties.



"It's OK, Karen," Donna stroked her hair. "Relax. Everything will be ok. I'll help you." She couldn't help looking Karen up and down. She was gorgeous!

Karen took a deep breath, and walked with Crysta and Donna out of the dormatory, into the dusky evening light. She resisted the temptation to hide her sexy boobs. The girls helped make her feel at ease by stroking her naked body. Donna put a hand in Karen's panties, and gently rubbed her cute cheeks. Karen responded by putting her arms around her two friends. It was hard, but she pretended not to notice that Donna lowered her panties just a bit.

Crysta asked, "Where do you girls want to eat?"

Donna shrugged.

Karen spoke tentatively. "Maybe we could go to The Dungeon?"

Both girls looked at Karen's panties. Did Karen know about the bottomless salad bar at the Dungeon? That's the only reason girls go there -- it's the best salad bar in the whole city, but they have a crazy rule there -- all girls have to be bottomless to visit the salad bar. When they recovered from the shock of Karen's suggestion, both girls said, "Yeah, yeah, that's a good idea. Let's get the bus."

The campus bus went directly to College Avenue, a short block from the Dungeon. The bus came right away, but it was full. There were only two seats on opposite sides of the aisle, near the middle of the bus. Crysta volunteered to stand between the girls. Donna whispered to Karen, "Let's see if we can make her cum before we get there." Donna stroked Crysta's naked butt. This was a game Crysta knew well. She wasn't always successful resisting Donna, but she would try. She spread her legs apart, and waited patiently while Donna stroked between her legs, dipped her fingers in her moist pussy, and spread the slippery wetness between her cheeks and down her legs.

Karen watched this, smiling from ear to ear. Her nipples were hard as she joined in the fun, stroking Crysta's tender thighs. Crysta was a bit surprised to feel four gentle hands on her lower body, but she stood her ground. Was she breathing faster? It was hard to tell. As we rounded the last turn, Crysta did look a bit flushed. She unbuttoned the last button of her shirt, and let it open up. Crysta's nipples were as hard as the other girls'. Donna smiled when she saw Karen's panties were soaked. She rubbed Karen's wet pussy through her panties, and then Karen surprised her by kissing her as the bus lurched to a stop. It felt good. The girls got out, and started walking to the restaurant, Crysta in the middle. "You can stop fondling me now, girls. I came three times!"

"You did?!" Karen was amazed. Then she confided in a whisper to Donna, "I came, too!"

The girls entered the restaurant, where the hostess looked them over. The hostess wore a fitted t-shirt bearing the name of the restaurant. It covered her belly button, but stopped short of her shapely hips. She was completely shaven. "Follow me," she said, as she took the girls down the stairs to a big booth. They all sat together, Crysta against the wall, then Karen in the middle, then Donna. "Your waitress will be right with you," she said. The girls watched the hostess go back up the stairs before resuming their conversation.

"No menus?" said Karen.

Crysta and Donna looked at each other. "Didn't you want the salad bar?" Donna asked.

"Oh, sure," said Karen, just as the waitress showed up, wearing a skin-tight top, high heel shoes, and nothing else.

"We'll all be getting the salad bar," said Karen.

The waitress did a double-take. "I'll take your panties when you're ready," she said. Then she left.

"My panties?" Karen asked, crossing her legs.

Donna and Crysta looked at each other again. Crysta explained, "Yes, Karen. When you're ready, you should hand your panties to the waitress."

"You're kidding, right?" Karen said.

Donna gave it a try: "The bottomless salad bar is a play on words: it's bottomless in the sense that you can keep getting seconds, and it's bottomless in the sense that girls who get salad have to have bare bottoms."

Karen gulped. "Are you going to take off your dress, then, Donna?"

Donna laughed. "No, a micro-minidress is bottomless enough for this place." She put her hand on Karen's pussy, and patted it gently through her panties.

Karen couldn't believe this. She mustered all the courage she could to wear just panties in public. She thought it was plenty corageous of her to parade her boobs in public. She wanted to leave, and go to a different restaurant, but then she would seem like a wimp to her friends. As Karen became aware of Donna's touch, she returned the gesture, stroking the soft space between Donna's lips. Donna lifted her dress a bit, so Karen's hand could rest more comfortably on Donna's lap. "Should I go to the ladies' room to take off my panties?" she asked, looking back and forth at her two friends.

Donna put her arms around Karen and spoke softly into her ear. "Sometimes it's a lot easier to take off your panties while you're seated," she said. "Let me help you." She started lowering Karen's panties, pushing them down off her hips.



Karen took the hint, and coyly sat back in her seat, and slid the panties down her long legs. "Do I have to give them to the waitress? Can't I just keep them next to me?"

"That would be cheating," Crysta said.

"You would be tempted to put them on again," Donna added.

"But..." Karen blushed. "they're wet."

The girls laughed, and stroked Karen's naked thighs. "It's OK, Karen, lots of girls cream in their panties," said Crysta.

As Karen was enjoying the fondling from her two friends, the waitress showed up. She gave her the soaking panties, and relaxed, letting her legs part slightly. "Let's get our salad," she said.