Richard Hertz 

You must remove one item

Here's a fun game the girls play at the college. It's called "One Item Removal". The idea is that at random times throughout the day, a girl will be compelled to take off one item of clothing, until she has only one item left on.

Here's Tanya, ready to play.



Tanya is wearing a shirt and a pair of jeans. Usually, a girl wearing a top and a pair of pants will take off her top. But some tops are long enough to be micro-minidresses, so in that case, it might be better to go without the pants. Even if the top doesn't quite cover her, it might be better to go "semi-bottomless" than completely topless. After all, it's quite common for girls to wear "baby doll" dresses about campus, which don't really cover their cute little butts at all.




But Tanya's top is very short -- certainly too short to cover any part of her bottom -- so why did she opt to keep it on? Because she's getting her ID picture taken today. The idea of daring Tanya to strip down to one item today of all days was pure genius! Knowing, first, that Tanya was not the sort of girl who would back down from being dared to remove one item of clothing, and second that Tanya desperately had to keep her top on... Well, my hat is off to that person!



Walking around campus wearing just her top was, well, a little nerve-racking for Tanya. Let's just say she got noticed. After her ID picture was taken, she realized that keeping her boobs covered was just drawing attention to her naked pussy. So she took off her shirt to take some of the heat off her bottom area.



Now, she's ready for a sexy evening of fun about campus, without everyone staring at her pussy. Now they'll have a couple of delightful boobs to look at as well!

The Blue Bikini

Some girls find swimwear too confining. This girl, for example, yearns to be free from both her bikini bottom...



and her top...



As you can see from this close-up, it is very important to shave fully before wearing this bikini:

Arch your back!

It's good for girls to stretch, and remain flexible.

Strip To Enter

"No, Crysta, don't make me go in there!" complained Donna. "It's one of those 'Strip to Enter' clubs." The girls had been having a fun time -- they had dinner at a bottomless buffet (don't ask) and afterwards they had been going from one club to another, dancing and, well, a little drinking. So far, Donna had managed to fend off all of Crysta's attempts to get her out of her clothes -- she still had on her shirt and jeans.

"Well, let's just look, then," Crysta said, taking her adorable roommate by the hand. They watched as the girls lined up to go inside the club. At the front of the line was a little stage, about six feet high.

There was a guy with a microphone, who asked the girl at the head of the line to step up onto the stage. "Step forward," he said. The girl was wearing a miniskirt and top. She hesitated before stepping forward, but she knew she had to comply, so forward she stepped. The girls saw why she hesitated: no panties. Her pussy was well-lit by lights shining up from the edge of the stage.

"Nice shave," Crysta commented to Donna as they watched to see what would happen next.

The guy in charge said, "Guess which one: unbutton your shirt, or pull your skirt down to your knees."

The crowd started yelling. "Unbutton your shirt!" some said. "Pull it down!" others said. If she guessed right, she could go inside the club. If not, she had to wait for another choice. She fingered her shirt for the longest time before finally unbuttoning it. She just stood there on the stage for the longest time with her shirt unbuttoned before the guy with the mike said, "It was sweet of you to unbutton your shirt, honey. But can we just take a little peek inside?" She was afraid he would ask that. But she had no choice. Slowly she opened her shirt, revealing her perky little tits. The crowd quieted down, waiting for the answer (and hoping she had made the wrong choice). After a suitable pause for suspense, the guy said, "Correct! Go on inside. Next?"

The next girl timidly stepped onto the stage. She was wearing a t-shirt tucked into her jeans. "Panties or bra," said the guy.

The girl hesitated before asking, "If I take off my panties, can I put my pants back on then?"

"Panties or bra!" he repeated. The crowd offered their suggestions.

"Panties, then," said the girl. The crowd roared. Having committed herself, the girl fumbled with her pants, finally dropping them to her ankles. Her shirt was big enough to completely cover her panties, which disappointed the crowd. "Ohhh," they said, and then laughter as everyone realized their common disappointment at not having an opportunity to see the girl's pussy. She stepped out of her jeans, and pulled off her panties, and handed them to the guy with the mike. "Can I put my pants back on?" she asked. The crowd told her no, but the guy just shrugged. She put her pants back on with a sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry," said the guy. "It was bra. Now you have a new choice: bra or pants."

The girl thought carefully. Would it be bra twice in a row? She had watched a number of girls already get tripped up with this kind of question. It seemed they always made the wrong choice. Why didn't I take off my bra in the first place? Now it would be too easy for me to just take off my bra, so it couldn't possibly be the right answer. "I'll take off my pants."

"Good choice," said the guy. "Go ahead."

The girl took off her pants once again, letting her shirt cover her naked bottom. She handed them to the guy.

"I'm sorry," he said. "It was bra again. Now you're down to just two articles of clothing, your bra and your shirt. Which one will it be?"

Her heart was racing now. She knew her shirt would cover her, and she could just whip off her bra without even lifting her shirt, and slip it over her arms and out her sleeve. Then she would be free. Thank God I wore a nice big shirt that covers me, she thought. But what if it's not my bra? What if he wants my shirt? Then if I take it off, I can keep my bra on, so at least I won't be naked. But is it really better to wear a bra than to be naked? Well, yes, she thought. I can cover my pussy with my hand, or I can sit down, and then no one will see it. Plus the psychological feeling of wearing something will help me feel not so naked. "I think I should take off my shirt," she said.

"Go ahead, then," said the guy.

That's just what he said last time when I made the wrong choice! she thought. "No, wait. My bra." It was my bra twice in a row and I didn't take it off. What if it's my bra again?

"That's fine, too," said the guy.

The girl pulled her arms inside her shirt and unfastened her bra. Then she put her arms back through her sleeves, and handed her bra to the guy. The crowd hushed, knowing she was down to her last item of clothing. They desperately wanted to hear that she had made the wrong choice, AGAIN. With just the right hesitation, they guy said "You were correct!"

"Whew!" she breathed a sigh of relief, and went into the club wearing just her t-shirt.

"Do you want to give it a try, Donna?"

"No, not yet. Let's watch one more girl first. If she gets in the club without stripping herself naked, then I'll give it a try." The next girl made her way onto the stage. "Oh, look, she's already topless!"

"Thanks for pointing that out," she said to Donna.

"Sorry." Donna put her hand over her mouth. She didn't realize she was talking so loud.

"Since you're just wearing one item," said the guy, "I'll offer you an interesting choice. You can unzip your pants, or you can unzip them and let me crimp your zipper."

"Crimp my zipper?" she asked, not understanding.

"Yeah, I'll flatten your zipper with these pliers so you won't be able to zip them up again."

"OK," she said, unzipping her pants. "Crimp me."

The guy came up onto the stage, and pulled her pants down far enough to get a good purchase with his pliers. She didn't resist, even though her pussy was fully visible. Then he squeezed them, destroying the zipper. She pulled her pants up, barely covering her pussy again. Everyone waited to find out if she made the right choice.

"Correct!" he said, and let her go into the club. As she walked in, her jeans fell down, making the crowd laugh.

"Your turn, Donna," said Crysta.

Donna looked around wildly, hoping another girl would jump onto the stage, but no one was around. "Come with me," she said.

"I can't come with you," Crysta said. "Go ahead. You're next."

The guy with the mike overheard her, and said, "Sure, you can both go up together." Donna mounted the stage and waited. Now it was Crysta's turn to be bashful. "Go ahead, Crysta," said the guy. He must have heard the girls talking to learn her name.

"Do you girls want to get naked?" asked the guy.

"Not really," Donna said.

"Well, think about it," he said. "because your choice is to kiss each other for a full minute fully clothed, or kiss each other for a full minute naked." The audience went wild.

"And then we can put our clothes back on again?"

"Yup," he said, "but if getting naked was the wrong choice, then you'll have to stay for another challenge."

Crysta said, "Well, I'm sure naked is the right choice. He wouldn't dare tease the crowd with the idea, and then not let that be the right choice."

Donna disagreed. "He wants us to *think* we should get naked. But the crowd would be even happier if we get naked, and then we have to stay here because that was the wrong choice."

Crysta said, "But if you're right, then we should keep our clothes on and kiss. And if that's the right choice, he'll have to let us go, and then the crowd will be really disappointed."

Donna thought about it, and finally realized that Crysta must be right. "OK, we'll get naked and kiss," Donna said. I can't believe I just agreed to get naked in front of all these people, she thought.

"I think you should undress each other," said the guy. The crowd roared its approval.

Donna asked Crysta, "Can I undress you first?"

"That's OK, I'll go first," Crysta replied, reaching for Donna's jeans. Donna tried to lift Crysta's dress over her head, effectively thwarting Crysta's efforts to "pants" Donna. A scuffle broke out as the two girls clawed at each others' clothing. The crowd cheered and laughed as the two girls fought it out -- Crysta with her dress over her head, apparently her one item of clothing, leaving her naked ass mooning the audience at every turn. Finally, the girls managed to rip each other's clothes off, leaving them lying in shreds on the floor. Without skipping a beat, the naked girls embraced, and kissed each other passionately. They groped and kissed while the crowd hooted and cheered.

They kept at it long after the one minute time limit, so the guy with the mike had to step in like a referee at a prize fight, and separate the girls. The crowd cheered as the guy told the girls they could put their clothes back on. They picked up what was left of their tattered clothes, and put them on as best they could. One of the straps of Crysta's dress was broken, but she managed to cover her boobs with it anyway. Donna's pants had been ripped from the bottom of the zipper to the middle of her inseam, and the button was ripped clean out of the fabric, so she couldn't zip them up or button them. Luckily, she had a belt, which she used to close them. Her pants fit well enough that the zipper hole closed up when she stood up straight, so she felt OK in her pants. Now she just wished she had not lost her panties earlier in the evening. As far as her shirt was concerned, Donna wasn't nearly so lucky. Crysta had clawed at it, ripping it literally to shreds. She draped the shreds over her sexy body as best she could, barely covering her breasts with the thin fabric.

"I'm sorry," said the guy, "but you should have left your clothes on for that kiss. You made the wrong choice." Donna felt her pussy moisten at the thought of further exposure before they would be allowed into the club. "Now you have an interesting choice to make," said the guy. "But before I tell you what it is, I need to get your solemn promise not to talk about it to each other, and not even to look at each other. Jim, roll in the partition." The crowd turned to see a man rolling a fabric-covered frame toward the stage. He lifted it onto the stage, and with the guy's help, positioned it between the girls. "I will give you one minute. In total silence, each of you will decide whether to get totally stark naked. If exactly one of you gets naked, then you will be allowed to go into the club."

Donna interrupted, "What if---"

"No talking!" said the guy. "If either of you says anything or tries to communicate in any way, you both lose this challenge. The minute begins now."

Donna was beside herself with frustration. To win this challenge, one of the girls would get naked, but it wasn't clear if that girl would be allowed to put her clothes on again, or if she would have to go into the club naked. She wanted to ask, but she knew that would disqualify them. So she guessed that the naked girl would be allowed to put her clothes on again. Would Crysta get naked? Probably not. Donna thought, I know Crysta is shy about her breasts, and that she had been after me all evening to loosen up and take off some clothes. I bet she expects me to get naked now, so I should. Slowly, Donna began taking off her clothes, starting with her shirt.

Meanwhile, Crysta was thinking, my dress barely covers my tits any more, since Donna broke it, so why not get naked? I feel sorry for Donna, since I'm always pestering her to get naked. I should give her a break. She peeled off her dress and layed it on the floor. She waited, naked, for the minute to be over.

When the guy wheeled the partition away, the girls looked at each other and laughed, because they were both naked. The crowd, which had been quiet all this time so as not to give the game away, roared with cheers and laughter. "You lose again, girls. Go ahead and get dressed." As the girls put on their tattered clothes, he continued. "OK, one last game. If you lose this one, you both go in the club naked. Are you ready?"

The girls nod, each one feeling warm and comfortable now that they're both fully covered, but each one knowing this feeling may come to an abrupt end.

"You will need to agree on this one, and I'll let you discuss it if you like. As a team, you will choose to give up one item. Will it be Crysta's dress? Or will it be Donna's belt?"

As the crowd offered their suggestions, Crysta spoke. "You should give up your belt, so neither of us is naked."

"But I might as well be naked without my belt, because my pants are broken, remember? Without the belt, my pants won't stay up at all."

"But you can hold them up, at least. And even if you didn't have any pants, you still have a shirt."

"But what if it's the wrong choice?"

"Why don't we cross that bridge when we come to it?"

Donna paused a long time. "OK," she said, reluctently. "My belt." She took it off, and spread her legs apart so her pants didn't fall too far. She covered her face with her hands because she was so embarrassed her pussy was out.

"I'm sorry," said the guy. "That was the wrong choice." The crowd cheered, knowing they would soon get to see more of the girls. "Now the choice is Crysta's dress or Donna's shirt."

Crysta said, "The same logic applies. You should take off your shirt, so that way neither one of us is naked."

"Oh, a lot of good your logic did us last time," Donna said sarcastically.

"Fine, I'll take off my dress then," Crysta said in a huff. She started reaching for it.

Donna stopped her. "No, that's OK. I'll go topless so we can both keep our pussies covered, more or less." Donna took off her top, and let her perky breasts see the neon lights once again.

"Oh, I'm sorry," said the guy. The crowd cheered, and the girls sighed. "No," he said, "I'm talking to the crowd. I'm sorry, because the girls got it right this time!"

Donna jumped up and down for joy and hugged her roommate. She was oblivious to her pants falling to her knees as the girls danced their way into the club.

Donna and Crysta's First Day

"Room three fourteen, three fourteen," Crysta muttered to herself as she trudged through the open front door of her new dorm room, carrying an oversized suitcase. It didn't escape her notice that a cute boy with blonde hair, and some muscles under his guinea-T stood at the bottom of the stairs, and watched her the whole way up the stairs. And it sure didn't escape his notice that she was not wearing anything under her short babydoll dress. At almost nineteen, Crysta had developed beautifully. She had large breasts, and a very feminine curvature. Her hair was strawberry-blonde, her eyes were a striking green. She had a gorgeous golden bronze tan without any tan lines. As Crysta rounded the first turn, she looked down at the boy and smiled. Crysta's smile was sweet; it lit up not just her face but her whole body as well. The boy smiled meekly and blushed. Yes! Crysta thought to herself without slowing down, as she started up the second flight of stairs. I caught another one looking. She felt a sense of power -- a sexual charge -- every time she embarrassed someone this way.



Arriving at the third landing, she made a guess, and turned right. A good guess -- room 314 was the first one on the right. The door was closed. She looked at the paper in her hand once again, even though she had memorized the number a week ago, when the letter had arrived.

She had been so happy when the letter arrived. She managed to get into Boda Hall, the best dorm of the "quad", which are the best four dorms in the whole school, sharing a common courtyard between them. "Bodacious Hall", as the kids call it, is the closest dorm to the student center and near the dining hall as well as many of Crysta's classes. She had cleverly arranged such a plum housing assignment by feigning an interest in French. The language and culture, that is. This floor was the special interest section for that subject. Other special interests in this dorm included dance and drama. Very artsy fartsy, Crysta thought as she opened the door of room 314.

This was the right room, so she opened the door. Inside was a gorgeous brunette. "Oh, I'm sorry," Crysta said. "I should have knocked."

"Don't be sorry, come in, entré," she said. She was tall and thin, wearing faded jeans and a peasant shirt, her belly button exposed. She smiled at Crysta, and extended her hand. "Je m'appelle Donna", she said. Her face was wide and beautiful, with big blue eyes, and cascades of long shiny brown hair. She regarded Crysta with admiration for her courage in wearing such a short dress.

Crysta put down her suitcase, took Donna's hand, and kissed it. "Enchantée," she said, "but you can knock off the French, Donna," she said. "I used that same trick to get in here."

"Trick?" said Donna, one eyebrow raised. She waited just a second for Crysta to respond, then started laughing. It was an infectious laugh. "It was a good trick, wasn't it. What a view!" She gestured to the window, which looked out over the river. Crysta thought to herself: Yes, what a view. But she wasn't following Donna's gesture out the window. Instead, she was looking straight at Donna's skin-tight jeans.

I think I'm in love, Crysta thought, as she gazed up and down Donna's long legs, from her sexy white high-heel shoes to her tight, round ass.

"What?" asked Donna, turning around to face Crysta.

"I didn't say anything," Crysta said. She was feeling more than a little aroused. What luck! she thought, this time careful not to say it out loud.

Crysta broke the awkwardness of that moment by looking around the room. She saw there were two beds, two tall dressers, and two desks in the room. One half of the room had clearly been claimed by Donna, who was quite the interior decorator. No big deal, Crysta thought. One side of the room is as good as the other. Still, she made a mental note to arrive sooner next year as she set her suitcase down on her side of the room. "Where do you get the sheets?" asked Crysta.

"Didn't you bring any?" asked Donna. She had a look of great worry on her pretty face.

Crysta kept a straight face. "I didn't know we were supposed to bring sheets." Of course, she knew very well she was supposed to bring sheets. The letter, still in her devious little hand, clearly described the dimensions of the stinking, worn old mattress for which each student must bring sheets. Crysta's bedding was in her car, just in case. But if things went according to plan, her sheets would not be needed tonight.

"Oh, my gosh," said Donna, looking at her watch, "I wonder if the college bookstore has sheets."

"It's closed. I just went by it. Anyway, I'll worry about that later. Now I just want to get unpacked." Crysta put her suitcase on the bare mattress and opened it. Donna was miffed at Crysta's lack of concern over the sheets. But as Crysta busied herself putting away things from her suitcase, Donna became less and less concerned about her lack of sheets, and more and more interested in her free flowing babydoll dress, which sometimes rose up just a little, revealing part of Crysta's ass. She must be wearing a thong, Donna thought. I love the way she's so free with her body. I wish I could be so free and easy. I'll have to find out how she does it. Then, as Crysta reached for something in the back of her suitcase, Donna just "happened" to see right between her butt cheeks, and there was no thong strap! Donna gasped. Crysta's pussy and asshole were wide open! Donna surprised herself when she became quite damp at the sight. That's never happened before, she thought, touching the seam of her jeans, and feeling the moist warmth there.

Crysta straightened up and whirled around to face her roommate, very concerned. "What's the matter?" she asked. Donna turned a deep shade of crimson. Crysta knew Donna must have seen her, and now Crysta's juices began flowing. Playing out the scene, Crysta pretended to be concerned for her roommate. She walked over to her, and stroked her hair. Donna was speechless. She almost hated to do it to Donna, but it was so delicious. Her caresses turned to hugs, and after hesitating for just a minute, Donna reciprocated. Too soon for kissing, Crysta thought. She didn't want to push her luck.

"I'll be OK," Donna said. She felt a strange twitching in her pussy as she let go of her roommate. Crysta's hug had made her feel all warm inside.

"Good," Crysta said. She stroked the side of Donna's face one more time (making Donna's pussy twitch again in that wonderful way) then went back to her unpacking. This time, she spread her legs apart, hunched her shoulders to make her dress ride up completely uncovering her ass, and bent over her suitcase again, purposely giving Donna a perfect view. Donna just watched Crysta unpack, pretending not to focus all her attention between Crysta's legs. She didn't notice she was rubbing her clit through her jeans. She had never felt this way in her life.

Crysta opened the door of her dresser, and saw it was more like an armoire, with space to hang clothes there, complete with some hangers. She took the shirts and minidresses (not much longer than the shirts, Donna noticed) and hung them in the armoire. Then she took various slips and nighties, and put them in drawers. Finally, she took the panties and bras from her suitcase, and gently placed them in the garbage can next to the door.

Donna, who had been watching Crysta's every move, laughed at Crysta's mistake. She got up, and put her arm around her roommate's neck -- any excuse to get close again. "You just threw out your panties! What a silly mistake." Donna reached into the trash can to take them out again, when Crysta interrupted her.

"No mistake," Crysta said. "My mother packed them for me. She knows I don't wear panties, but she said I would need them, and insisted I bring them. Mothers!"

"Yeah, Mothers." Donna agreed, absently. This is some strange girl, Donna thought.

Crysta glanced at her watch. "We're late," she said.

"For what?" Donna asked.

"Our 'Orientation'." Crysta made little quote marks in the air with her fingers.

Donna laughed. "Oh, that's right." A serious look came over her. "I'm a little scared to go."

"Why? What have you heard about it?" The upperclassmen were suspiciously mum regarding this event, and Crysta was a bit worried, too.

"Nothing," Donna said. "And that's the problem. It's some sort of deep dark secret, and that's scary."

"Well, we might as well get it over with," Crysta said with a sigh. And the two girls left their room, and went down the stairs. Crysta's baby-doll dress seemed to float on the air as she hit each landing. What a cute ass, Donna thought as she picked a frontal wedgie.

Soon after the orientation began (read about it here), it started to dawn on the girls what was happening. It was an orientation for girls only. One girl was brought on stage, Mary her name was, and she was forced to strip down to her panties. She begged and pleaded to be allowed to keep her panties on, and so she was allowed to sit down wearing just her panties. Then all the girls in the audience were asked to donate some or all of their clothing to charity. Crysta had only one item, which she kept as long as she could, but she felt enormous social pressure to give it up, which she eventually did. Donna was a bit luckier, having three items of clothing to work with. She gave up her shirt right away, and hoped she could keep her jeans on. But soon another girl was picked from the audience, and brought on stage. She was wearing jeans and a cute blue top. The emcee first offered the girl a choice of taking off her top or her jeans, and she jumped at the chance to take off her top. But before she could take it off, he explained the rules. He was thinking of an item of clothing, he said, and if she took that one off, she could go and sit down. But if she took off the other one, she would have to get naked, and sit down. The girl thought and thought. She started to unbutton her top, but then he saw the guy looking at her pants, and realized he must be thinking of her pants. She hated to get bottomless, but she knew it was a choice of bottomless or naked, and if she could keep her shirt on by taking off her pants, she might as well get on with it. So she took off her pants and stood there while the emcee waited to build suspense before revealing the item of clothing he had been thinking of. "Please be thinking of my pants," she begged. But he said he had been thinking of her shirt all along, and all she had to do was take it off like she wanted to do in the first place, and she would get to sit down with her pants intact. But now she had agreed, he reminded her, so she had to take off her shirt. The girl complied without any further complaint, probably because she was nearly naked anyway, and then she was allowed to go back to her seat.

Donna was afraid she would be next, so she stripped off her jeans, and looked around. Just about half the girls were wearing just their panties, like Donna. That put her in fairly safe company. The emcee suggested that any girls who would like to get naked can simply pass their clothing toward the aisle, and waited while quite a few girls decided to take the plunge and get naked. Then he picked four panty-clad girls to come up to the stage. He gave them all a chance to strip, and one did. He called for a replacement. A whole bunch of girls in the audience stripped rather than risk being picked, but a few girls were so scared to give up their panties that they were sitting ducks. He picked one, and she came up on stage. He gave the four girls one last chance to strip, but they said no. Then he told them what would happen: A kissing competition. The first two girls would kiss, and the last two girls would kiss. During the competition, he would gradually lower the panties of the pair that wasn't kissing so well. When a girl's panties finally fell to the floor, she lost, and she had to go and sit down. Without any further prompting, the pairs of girls started to go at it, and it was very sexy to watch. He lowered the panties of the first couple, revealing their asses. That made them go at it quite a bit harder, making them the better kissers. So then he lowered the other girs' panties to their knees. They suddenly went at it with a truly stunning sexual intensity, practically screaming inside each others' mouths. With that, he lowered the panties of the first pair all the way, and told them sorry, they had to sit down. He raised the arms of the two winners, and made them face the audience, still with their panties around their knees. Then he told the girls they can keep their panties by agreeing to compete again. They gaped at this, because they thought they could sit down with their panties, but what choice did they have? They agreed to the competition. Two fresh panty-clad girls were brought on stage, each one paired with a girl whose panties were already down to her knees. "Go," said the emcee, and the girls started kissing. He alternated lowering panties until all the panties were down to the girls' ankles. "You're all winners," he said, holding their arms up in the air. All four girls stood with their arms in the air, their wet pussies facing the audience, and the emcee in the middle. "You're free to sit down again," he said. "Can we keep our panties?" one girl begged, her big brown eyes looking up at him. "Yes, he said, but you must keep them around your ankles." They all took little tiny steps back to their seats and left their panties down, as he asked.

Having no idea what further humiliation might be in store, Donna finally gave in, and stripped naked, passing her panties to the center aisle. By this time, most of the girls in the audience were naked. Donna and Crysta put their hands in each others' laps, and gave each other a sexual massage while they waited to see what would happen. The emcee said the orientation was over, and everyone was free to go. The girls still wearing panties were really happy that they dodged a bullet. They got up first, while the naked girls sat a little longer, worried about emerging naked from the building with everyone watching them. But the naked girls got the last laugh, because they saw the bouncers at the door collecting all the panties as the girls exited. Only naked girls were allowed to leave the building.

"There's some comfort in numbers," Donna said, as they saw the crowd of people that had gathered to watch the parade of naked girls. The girls all held hands as a show of solidarity.

The girls got more and more self-conscious, though, as the naked ones dispersed about the campus. Soon, Donna and Crysta felt quite alone in their nudity, but at least they had each other. They were under strict orders to stay naked for the rest of the day, and go about their ordinary business. They were told that the other students knew all about the orientation, and they were going to treat the girls normally, and pretend not to notice they're naked. As far as they could tell, people were living up to that promise, which emboldened the girls. "Let's go and see a movie in town," Crysta suggested.

"In town?" Donna was aghast. "Naked?"

"Sure," Crysta said. "Don't you remember what the guy said at the orientation? Even the townspeople are expecting a bunch of naked girls."

The girls had a terrific time, almost forgetting they were naked. At some point, well past midnight, Crysta finally suggested that they go back to their room and get some sleep. Donna didn't want the night to end, but she had to admit it was late, so she reluctantly agreed. The girls went up the stairs, and into their room. "Oh, your sheets," Donna remembered.

"Oh, yeah," Crysta said, then added, "It's OK. I'll just sleep on the floor."

"No, Crysta, you don't have to do that," Donna said. "We can share my bed for just one night."

"Are you sure it's OK?" Crysta asked.

"I'm sure." Donna was already lubricating with anticipation as she stripped naked and climbed into bed. Crysta climbed in right after her, but facing the other way. Crysta's head was right by Donna's pussy, and vice versa. Donna let out a squeal of excitement as Crysta's tongue caressed her girl hard-on, and licked the insides of her lips in a way that only a girl knows how to do. Donna, meanwhile, licked Crysta all over between her legs -- her whole pussy and her asshole and the tender space in between. Crysta doubted Donna was a virgin, the sex was so good. Both girls came over and over until they were exhausted, and then collapsed in sleep, each hugging the other's ass, each enjoying the other's musky scent.

Dress Code -- Miniskirt

Miniskirts are very popular among the girls at the College. It is very important not to wear panties under a miniskirt, because from time to time during the normal activities of the day, your skirt may lift up slightly. If you are wearing panties, it is possible that your panties might be seen, which is a definite no-no under the Dress Code.




The girl pictured, above, is wearing a skirt of proper length. As you can see, onlhy a small part of her cheeks are visible, which is just fine. Girls should be aware of their skirt length, and avoid spreading their legs too far apart, especially while sitting or bending over.

As an example, of the dangers of bending over, consider this girl, below, who is wearing a miniskirt, and then notices that her shoes are untied. Without stopping to check who might be behind her, she simply bends over and begins tying her shoe. By simply bending over, the back of her skirt rises slightly. If she had been wearing panties, whoever was following her might have seen them, which would have caused her no end of embarrassment -- or worse. If that person behind her had been an Inspector, she would be in big trouble. As it is, by not wearing panties, she avoided the embarrassment of having her panties seen.



As you can see from the picture, above, this girl's miniskirt rises up slightly in the back, but still covers her completely from the front. Only a small amount of skin in the anal region is visible, which should not concern her in the least. These areas are only visible during the short time she's tying her shoes. If some girls are a bit shy about exposing this skin while bending over in a miniskirt, then they should not wear a miniskirt. This girl has taken this to heart, having removed her miniskirt, below.

Dress Code -- Skirt

A skirt is any article of clothing that goes around the waist, and has cloth covering the girl's front and back. If the skirt is a "miniskirt", then it covers no more than two inches below the pussy (in front), and no more than two inches below the bottom of the butt cheeks (in back).

Some skirts are so short that a girl feels like they don't hang down far enough, so she pulls the waist down very low on her hips. The girl pictured here has lowered her skirt to the point that her pussy is almost visible above the waistband. It is perfectly OK to wear a skirt this way. The only requirement is that "most" of your pussy be covered (in front), and that "some" of your butt crack be covered (in back).




Panties may not be worn under miniskirts. There are a few reasons for this rule. The simplest reason is that panties may never be seen, and sometimes it isn't possible to keep whatever lurks under a miniskirt totally hidden. The more complicated reason is that girls who wear panties sometimes come to depend on the panties, rather than their outer clothing, to cover them. They wear shorter and shorter dresses, to the point where their panties are considered part of their outfit. To encourage girls to wear more decent dresses and skirts, they are strictly prohibited from wearing panties under them, with the fervent hope that girls will be less likely to risk exposure, and wear longer skirts.

To enforce the "no panties" rule, Inspectors will, from time to time, ask girls to prove they're not wearing panties.




Girls should take these requests in stride, as does the girl pictured here, and simply lift their skirts to allow the Inspectors to do their job. Remember, of course, that all inspections are voluntary. A girl is never required to comply with requests such as these, if she feels the least bit shy. However, a girl who doesn't lift her skirt (or who delays lifting it) might be suspected of hiding something, such as an illegal pair of panties. In this case, the girl may be cited for suspicion of indecency. She may be required to surrender one or more articles of clothing to the Inspector, which will be returned to her at the court hearing. Again, girls should not be put off by the requirement to surrender articles of clothing. It is possible that some girls might be slightly embarrassed by this, but these girls should consider the bigger picture. By having Inspectors who vigorously enforce the Dress Code, the overall level of decency among the girls at the College will be maintained at a high level.

Dress Code -- Shorts

Shorts are defined as any article of clothing that covers either the butt crack or some part of the thighs, and has a strap that goes between the legs.

Shorts may not be worn with panties, because in some cases, the panties might show. Here is an example of a pair of shorts:



In the close-up view, below, you can see that the girl's entire butt crack is covered (albeit barely) and there is a strap that goes between her legs.

My Favorite Shirt

Hi, this is my favorite shirt. I just love it. Here's why.



As you can see, it fits me perfectly. I don't need to button it, because it's plenty big enough to just drape over my boobs if they ever poke out. Most of the time, I don't bother to cover my boobs, though, because it's just not that important. Just knowing I can cover them whenever I want is all I ever ask of my shirt, anyway.




The nice thing about wearing just a shirt is that there's no need for panties. The shirt covers my pussy whenever I want it to, so I can let my girlhood experience the fresh air. When I'm alone, or when I think no one is watching me, I sometimes gently stroke my quim. It's nice to get my juices flowing.



If someone looks at me, though, I always stop, for two reasons. First, I'm a little embarrassed to be masturbating in public. I know everyone does it, but I just prefer not to be caught at it. Second, and this is embarrassing to even write down in this website, but it gives me a bit of a thrill when I think someone is watching me jerk off. And so I might cum while they're watching, and that would embarrass me much more. So when I get close to orgasm, I sometimes just relax and lick my fingers, rather than complete the job.



I love it when I can teeter on the edge of cumming, and still not cum. I can feel my whole underside -- from my asshole to my twat -- twitch with anticipation of cumming, and still not cum.

Covering

Sometimes, you can't help being naked. It's part of college life. For example, if you're wrongly accused of indecency, you still have to go to the hearing, and you must appear before the judge naked, so that your body will be available for the prosecutor to demonstrate the indency using the clothes that were confiscated from you at the time of your alleged offense.



Another situation in which you might need to be nude occurs on Spirit Days. One girl from every dorm is forceably stripped by her girlfriends, and must remain nude all day. Spirit Day nudity is especially embarrassing, because of the "Open Season" for the touching of naked girls on these days. If you are naked on Spirit Day, it can safely be assumed that you are being punished for showing too little spirit, and so the rules allow all the other students to fondle you, and you must not only stand still for it, but even open up for it. Sometimes it's subtle, like having your buttocks gently rubbed by the person standing behind you in the lunch line. Other times, it's more overt, such as having your pussy massaged while you're sitting in class. In any case, you are required to refrain from becoming sexually excited, which is difficult while you're being fondled, but it is necessary, because public displays of sexual excitement are strictly forbidden. If you are caught by any boy with a wet pussy, or even hard nipples, your excitement is deemed "asking for it" and it is perfectly OK for the boy to give you what you're asking for -- to be raped. This kind of rape is called "consensual rape" because by allowing yourself to become excited, you are consenting to his advances.