Muff Day, Chapter 1 

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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