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Dear Greek, Oh my God, I did it. And I'll never do it again -- I should have followed Donna's advice, but instead I went out with Billy. He was evil! It started off innocently enough. He even seemed sweet at first. He asked me to go with him to hang out at the mall, so I said what the heck. I wore a cute top and my flirt skirt commando. Like I said, I've been scared to roll the waist because the skirt was pretty short as it was. Before we left, Billy gave me a little vibrator. I thought the gift was a little forward, I don't know him that well, but I thanked him for it, and kissed him. He kissed me back a little more than I expected, but he was a good kisser, so I indulged him. His hands wandered a bit while we were kissing, but I swatted them away. I put the vibrator in my purse, but Billy said I should give it a try. "Now?" I asked. "Why not?" he said, lifting the front of my skirt. I don't know why, but I got all wet when he looked under my skirt, and that felt good, so I didn't stop him. I took the vibrator out of its case. I never saw such a small one, hardly bigger than a bullet. I touched the tip of it to my wet pussy, but I didn't know how to turn it on. "Push it in," Billy said. So I did. It slipped all the way in, and it was really comfortable. It felt like nothing at all. Billy let my skirt fall, and I felt a sense of relief now that I was covered. "Are you ready?" he asked. Ready for what, I wondered, but I just nodded. Then it happened. It felt warm and tingly from my pussy to my asshole! Such a powerful little vibrator, I had no idea! Billy had the remote control in his pocket. I asked him to give it to me, but he pulled away. I chased him, giggling, but he was too quick for me. I have to admit something, Greek, I'm a little ashamed to say: I can't cum quietly. I was on the verge of cumming, and so I started breathing hard, and screaming for him to stop. I didn't want to cum in front of him. He said he would stop it if I roll the waist of my skirt. "Just once?" I said. "Just once." He crossed his heart. I had no choice but to trust him, so I did it, and he stopped the vibrator just in time. Billy said, "Let's go," and I got in his car. All the way to the mall I worried about my skirt -- was it long enough? When we got out at the mall, I felt self-conscious becuase my skirt was shorter than I really wanted it, but Billy said it was still long enough to cover me, both front and back. He put his arm around me when we walked, and I had to slap it away a couple times, but he was basically a good boy. Sometimes his hand slipped under my skirt, but I didn't say anything. I was pretty sure it was innocent. I was a bit self conscious going up the escalator, because there were people behind us, but Billy was sweet. He let his hand slip down between my legs to hide the view of my pussy from whoever was behind us. That was sweet of him to do that, so I didn't swat his hand away, even when he felt me up between my legs. I was feeling hungry so we sat down for a bite to eat at the food court. When I sat down, Billy sat next to me. I felt a bit awkward with such a short skirt, because the tables were all out in the open, and everyone who walked by had a clear view under the table, but I let it go. As I was finishing my pizza, Billy asked me if I was ready for phase two. "Phase two?" I asked. He said I would have to roll the waist a few more times. I got really mad. I said no! But he insisted, and he reminded me he had the power to make me do anything he wanted. To demonstrate, he turned the vibrator on again. I begged him to stop, and he did. But he said every time he turned it on, I would have to roll the skirt one time before he would turn it off. "That's not part of our deal," I reminded him. He responded by turning on the vibrator. I tried to ignore it, but it was really turning me on. I separated my legs to relieve the pressure, but I still felt like I might cum. "OK, OK," I said. "Stop it, and then I'll roll the skirt one more time, but then that's it!" He said I had to roll the skirt first, then he would stop it. I was almost cumming, I was in such a panic, so I rolled it, and he stopped the vibrator. I pulled a fast one, though -- my skirt wasn't any shorter, because I just rolled the waist without pulling it up. The top of my butt crack wasn't covered, but at least my bottom was covered. As we strolled through the mall, his hands safely about my waist, I felt it again. I flashed a look at him, and he shrugged, as if to say there was nothing he could do. I realized he had me, so I rolled the waist again, but I still didn't have to pull up the skirt, so I stayed covered. I smiled because I was so clever -- I kept rolling, but my skirt didn't get any shorter. But then he turned on the vibrator again. If I rolled the waist one more time, the top of my pussy would be out, so I begged him to stop, and let me keep my skirt the way it was. To my surprise, he said that would be OK. I was so happy I kissed him, and he kissed me back. But then he said I would have to take off my shirt. I was aghast. "My shirt?!" "Shhh," he said. People were looking. But I was about to cum, and he wasn't turning it off. He said it was either my skirt or my shirt. I knew one more roll would expose my pussy, and I'll be damned if I bare my pussy in public, so I reluctently agreed. I begged him to turn off the vibrator, and I promised to take off my shirt. He turned it off in the nick of time, and I started to lift my shirt, but I couldn't go through with it. What was I going to do? Go through the mall topless, with a skirt so short it was almost nonexistent? He was about to turn the vibrator on again when I stopped him. OK, I said, I'll roll my skirt one more time. I rolled it, exposing my pussy, and then pulled it up to just barely cover my pussy. He turned on the vibrator again, so I rolled it again. I knew he wouldn't quit, so I kept rolling until my skirt was completely rolled up like a hoop around my middle. My ass wasn't covered at all, but my pussy was still mostly covered. I put my hands on my hips, and said, "OK? You got your wish -- my skirt is completely rolled up. Can we just forget about it now?" Although I knew I wouldn't be able to just forget about it while I pranced about bottomless, I could at least try. At least my pussy was covered, kind of. He said just one more thing, and he would stop teasing me. "All you have to do is pull your skirt up to your waist." I couldn't believe my ears! "But then my pussy will be totally uncovered!" His only response was to turn my vibrator back on again. Having no choice, I pulled it up around my waist. "I might as well take it off altogether," I joked. He said OK, and that's when I realized I might as well. I slipped off the skirt, letting it fall to the ground, and he was satisfied. "You did your part," he said. "Here. Take it." He handed me the control for my vibrator. I turned it on, and it felt good. I kept my legs together, and kept my hairless lips closed, and then it dawned on me. A short skirt attracts more attention to my pussy than no skirt at all. I felt an odd sense of calm. He put his arm around me, and we started walking. I felt free, and I realized I didn't need to wear a skirt at all. He took me to a movie, and in the darkness I let Billy take off my shirt. It was really exciting to be naked in the dark. Billy was really sweet, massaging my firm little breasts, and massaging my tight thighs. I came a few times as quietly as I could. When the lights came on again, I realized I was naked, and Billy had my shirt. I tried to grab it off him, but Billy played "keep-away" with it, making me chase him around the theater naked. When we got outside the theater, he told me he would give me back my shirt if I gave him a nice kiss. What the heck, I thought. I gave him the sweetest kiss I knew how, and he kissed me back. I felt so sexy kissing him naked in public, with his hands all over my back, my tits pressing against his chest. It was so sweet, I came again while we were kissing. By the time we finished kissing, I almost forgot about my shirt, but not quite. I felt exposed with nothing covering my breasts, so I was really glad when he handed the shirt back to me. I put it on, and felt all warm inside it. I know it sounds odd, but I felt fully dressed in my shirt, with his arms still wrapped about me. I rested my head on his shoulder, and everything was perfect. This was the best date I ever had. Love, Melissa.

Donna seems to have good judgement. I'd listen to her if I were you. Looking forward to your next escapade, in any case.

Hi, Anonymous, are you Greek or something? I mean with that name, I just thought... Oh well. My name is Melissa. I never really got over my first experience being naked in public. Since then I haven't been able to build up the courage to do it again, even though I really enjoyed the feeling of freedom. Now the closest thing to that feeling is when I wear a sweatshirt with nothing under it. My sweatshirts are all oversized, so people think I'm wearing short shorts under them. Even my smallest one is still long enough to fully cover my butt, as long as I don't reach up. (I was shopping the other day, and forgot -- boy was I embarrassed!) But maybe that's all about to change. Donna wants me to "get back on the horse" and so she bought me a flirt skirt. The skirt is pretty modest, so I don't really need to wear anything under it, but Donna says I should roll the waist to make it shorter. I gave it one fold, and she said it wasn't good enough -- that it had to be at least two folds, so the bottoms of my cheeks are out. I don't think I'm ready for that, but Donna says I am, and there's really only one way to find out. I'll let you know how I make out afterwards. Love, Melissa

What a brazen little hussy. What is her name?

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