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The Dare (F-solo, exhib, humil)
Donna, the tall, brown-haired, blue-eyed
beauty in Bodacious 314, has
always admired her roommate, Crysta, for
her freedom from the constraints
of panties. She's been with Crysta when
she's gone totally bottomless in
public, with a dress so short it's barely
a T-shirt, with her shaved pussy
totally visible to anyone who just looks at
her. Yet, for some reason, no
one points and stares. No cops come
to arrest her. In short, nothing bad
happens.
Oh, how Donna has longed for the freedom to
let her pussy breathe the
fresh air the way Crysta's does every day!
Not a day has passed since the
beginning of the year when Donna wouldn't
beg Crysta for help in this
regard. Finally, the time came for
Donna to let her girl out of its
prison, to run free in the great outdoors.
Here's how it happened, in
Donna's own words (and thoughts):
Here it is, Sunday night already.
I'm dreading tomorrow. Tomorrow I
will wear my little white dress,
which is no problem by itself. I
usually wear it as a top, with
blue jeans, and sometimes I wear it as a
micro-mini dress. I always
wear a thong under it, because the dress
doesn't quite cover my cheeks.
I enjoy wearing it because I get a lot
of looks, maybe because I have
nice legs, or maybe people are wondering
if I have anything on under the
dress. I feel confident wearing it
because I know it covers the
bare (excuse the pun) minimum that needs to
be covered and if not, I know
my thong will cover up the rest. But
tomorrow I will have to wear
the dress with nothing under it.
Here's how I got myself into
this trouble. Last Monday I was wearing
this same little white dress with
just a thong under it, and Crysta
started teasing me about always
wearing a thong. She called me a wimp,
and said I would never have the
courage to go "natural". I said "I have
plenty of courage," and she said
"Oh, yeah, when?" I said "next week".
She said, "OK, Monday then," and
before I knew it, I had replied, "fine,
Monday."
She tricked me, and I regretted
it right away. At first I thought we
could both just "forget" about
it, and Monday would pass unnoticed. But
during the past week I learned
that a boy I like, Billy, and Crysta's
boyfriend Eric have a bet with
each other, and Billy is telling me he
expects me to win the bet for
him. I really like Billy, and I don't
want to let him down, so now
I'm really stuck. I just can't "forget"
about it any more.
So here I am, dreading tomorrow.
Bottomless. In public. With everybody
looking at me. Oh, why did I
get myself into this fix? I'm really
scared, but I have to admit I'm
a little excited, too. Just thinking
about it, my heart is beating
faster. There's something about the danger
of being exposed that thrills
me, and that's fine as long as I'm really
not exposed. I feel like I'll
just die if someone sees, you know, the
real me. I'll be so embarrassed
I won't know what to do. But I don't see
any way out of it now, though,
not at this late hour. My fateful day
starts tomorrow morning.
I need to prepare.
Let me take a look at this dress,
I said to myself as I took it out of
my closet. It's a baby
doll style, with elastic stitching under my
breasts, and it flares down from
there. It's a really sexy dress
because it's so free flowing and
so very short. I sure hope it's not
windy tomorrow. Oh, God, I can
see my hand right through it! But I wear
it all the time with no bra,
and it's OK. I shouldn't worry so much.
On the other hand, maybe my nipples
have been on display all this time,
and I didn't even know it. Take
a deep breath, Donna. That's better.
Donna, you worry too much.
I'll just try it on, I said to
myself. I took off my jeans... my
panties... My shirt... Let me
see how I look stark naked in this
full-length mirror. Not bad.
My dieting and aerobics are paying off.
Next I put on the white baby-doll
dress to see if it covered me. Oh oh,
I can see my nipples through the
dress. Funny, I never noticed that
before. I took a closer
look. Maybe I'm worried about nothing. They
might be shadows. When I move
my shirt, does the shadow move with it, or
can I really see the nipples?
Just barely, maybe. Hey, this feels good,
I think as my nipples got hard.
Now I can see them clear as day, because
they're pressing against my dress.
Oh, that's the whole problem, I
suddenly realized. I just
have to avoid getting excited, and then my
nipples don't stand out so much.
I'll just avoid getting excited
tomorrow and everything will
be fine. Relax, I told myself. As I
relaxed, I saw my nipples fade
in prominence. So far so good. Now what
about my bottom?
I turned around and looked over
my shoulder at the mirror to see if the
bottom of the dress covered my
butt. When I hold the dress against my
butt like this, I said to myself,
I can see my cheeks and the crack that
separates them, clear as day.
Gosh, the dress is sheer! But when I let
it go, it's OK. The dress flares
out quite a bit, and it's crinkly, so
there's enough fabric that it
doubles up. Although I can see my skin
through one layer of the dress,
wherever there are two or more layers,
the dress becomes more opaque.
From where I'm looking, it looks like the
dress covers my whole butt, but
my viewpoint is higher than my hemline.
I started to worry that my pussy
was hanging out under the bottom of the
dress, and I just couldn't see
it in the mirror. What if I get lower
like this? With my butt facing
the mirror, I leaned forward to get a
lower vantage point. Oh
crap! I can see everything -- lips and all --
in the mirror from behind.
I grabbed my cheeks and spread them with my
hands as I continued to lean
forward, looking over my shoulder. I don't
need to lean much farther forward
to see my butt-hole in the mirror.
Worse yet, my front is all open
when I bend forward, even a little bit.
Regardless of whether my pussy
is visible under this dress, I will have
to be very, very careful not
to bend over, that's for sure.
After long deliberation, I came
to this conclusion: The hem of this
dress was almost exactly even
with my crotch, so as long as I don't lean
forward, and as long as the wind
isn't blowing, I'm pretty safe from
anyone who is looking at me from
hem level or above. Besides, what
could I do about it anyway, at
this late date? Que sera sera, I thought
to myself, singing the Doris Day
song, and feeling my pussy from behind
to see if it's just higher or
just lower than my hemline.
I can't stand it. I really
need to know: is my pussy visible from
hem-level or not? Even
though there's nothing I can do about it, I just
need to know. So I got
my vanity mirror from the drawer, and set it on
the chair. I tilted it
up and stood back. I adjusted it so I could
stand up straight and still get
an idea whether my butt is covered when
it is viewed from chair-height.
Whew! It's covered, though just barely.
Legs apart. Still OK, I can only
see my legs and the very bottom of my
cheeks under the dress. Nothing
else. I felt how much the dress
covered. It feels like
the hem is only an inch lower than my butt-hole.
I will have to be very careful
to stand straight, and I'll be OK.
Next, I faced front. Damn,
I look great in this dress -- so sexy!
Looking in the small mirror I
see I'm covered at least an inch, maybe
two inches below my crotch.
I stood tall and smoothed the front of my
dress. Oh oh, the dress gets
almost transparent when I do that. I can
see my "landing strip". I don't
want people focusing on that, so I'll
try to remember to shave it off.
Now from the side, let's see.
I looked in the mirror on the chair.
When I lean forward just a little
bit, the whole dress opens up in the
front. Anyone with a low vantage
point will be able to see my whole
front when I do that. No leaning,
Donna, I reminded myself.
What if I raise my arms like
this, oh my gosh! I can't even raise them a
little bit, or I'm completely
on display. The whole dress moved. What
if I reach for something, like
this... No good. I'll have to keep my
shoulders down and elbows at
my sides at all times. I realize I've
never taken the time to investigate
how exposed I am. I suppose now
that people have been able to
see my thong when I've worn this dress
before, but I never thought about
it. I guess it's good that I'm finally
investigating this, so I'll know
to be more careful, even when I'm
wearing underwear.
Now, let me try sitting. As I
sit, I'll smooth the dress against my
bottom, and tuck it under me.
No good, it makes the dress transparent in
back, and you can see my whole
crack. I'll just let the dress fall
around me when I sit. Yes, that
works fine. Legs together, good. Now
cross them. OK, I suppose. Oh
yeah, I still have to shave.
My thorough investigation now
completed, I hung my dress in the closet
and grabbed my towel, and wrapped
it around me. A quick look in the
mirror to see if I'm decent --
I'm covered up better than in the dress,
I noticed. I Grabbed my other
stuff, and headed for the shower. I hope
Crysta doesn't take my towel like
she did one other time. Once in the
shower, I began to relax.
The water felt good. I like to get myself
clean all under... The soap is
slippery... Ohhh that feels good... A
little shaving cream, and very
carefully... That's perfect. Dry off.
Towel? Still there. Crysta isn't
up to her old tricks, I was glad to
see.
Back in my room. I hung up my
towel. What's that smell? "Crysta, are you
here?" No response. What's that
smell? Hair spray? No, not exactly. Nail
polish? Oh well, never mind. Maybe
I should do my nails, though.
Anything to take attention away
from the tiny dress I'll have to wear.
Shiny red. This will look good.
First my fingers. That's good. Now my
toes. Now my fingers are dry.
I'll put on my sheer baby-doll nightgown,
and then I'll put on some panties
in a few minutes, but not until my
toes are good and dry -- I don't
want to mess them up.
"Oh, there you are, Donna" It
was Crysta, grabbing my arm and dragging
me into the hallway, where people
were gathering for the usual evening
activities, such as conversation
and wall-climbing. "Wait a minute" I
said. I wanted to tell
her I need to put on my panties. I can't say
that or she'll make a big deal
of it, and announce it to everyone in the
hall. Then she might start
blabbing about how I have to go bottomless
tomorrow, and then everyone will
be staring at me all day. So I thought
it was better to just come along
peacefully. I figure I'll find a time
to make a graceful exit, and
just put on some panties before it's too
late. Crysta sat down with
her legs crossed Indian-style on the floor,
her back against a wall.
Apparently she's comfortable with people
knowing she doesn't wear panties,
and none of the other kids seem to
make a big deal of it. But
I'm still not comfortable spreading my pussy
for everyone to see. I
hope to get over that some day, but not today.
I'm still standing because I
don't want everyone to see I'm not wearing
any panties. Everyone seems to
be staring at me. I just hope they're
looking at my breasts, which can
be seen pretty clearly through the
sheer nightgown. They're
pretty perky, if I do say so myself. That's
it, I told myself; They probably
haven't noticed I'm not wearing any
panties.
"Have a seat," Crystal said.
"No thanks, I'll stand."
Andy said, "Come on, join our
conversation" and pulled my hand down. At
this point I was bending forward,
and I'm afraid I'm about to expose
myself.
"OK, fine" I said. My heart
was racing as I tried desperately to avoid
letting anyone see up my nightgown.
Somehow I made it to my knees, and
then onto my butt with my legs
still together. Did anyone hear my sigh
of relief? It's OK, they'll
just think it's a sigh of relaxation upon
sitting down. Time passes. People
are talking. All I could think is this
isn't comfortable. I'll just
put my knees in the air, and cross my
ankles in front of my butt. No
one will notice, will they?
My heart was racing. Conversation
was continuing around me. "Donna?"
someone said. Andy is talking
to me. Everyone is looking at me. I pushed
the front of my nightgown between
my upstretched legs.
"What?" was all I could think
to say in response.
Andy repeated, "Crysta says she
doesn't like to wear any underwear. What
about you?" I shot Crysta a look
as I felt myself turning bright red.
What did she say? Did she tell
everyone about what I have to do
tomorrow? The jig was up, I thought.
I couldn't think of any way out of
it. I just lifted my nightgown
to show Andy and the others that I wasn't
wearing any panties. My
face was burning up. I felt like the world
would end. But I felt strangely
excited, just the same. Then the
conversation went on, as if nothing
happened. Crysta put her hand on my
knee, and winked at me, as if
to say see, that wasn't so hard, was it?
Then I woke up. The whole
nightgown thing had been just a dream -- what
a relief! But then I remembered
what I have to do tomorrow -- or had
that day arrived already?
I was in my bed, wearing my nightgown and
panties. As I slowly realized
the nightgown dream never happened in
real life, I'm glad I didn't expose
myself in public (yet). Crysta was
sleeping in her bed next to mine,
naked as usual. Back to sleep. Then
all of a sudden: Ringggggggg!
The alarm. Damn.
Crysta got up and said, "Today's
your big day, Donna". Then as I
reached for the light switch,
she added, "No, don't turn on the light --
I'm not awake yet." So
I took my hand off the switch.
"Yeah," I said, without enthusiasm
as I took off my nightgown and
panties. I took a deep
breath, and grabbed my little white dress, and
it seems somehow even smaller
and lighter than I expected. My heart
raced as I wondered if the tiny
dress will cover me adequately today.
"Crysta, has this dress shrunk
since yesterday?"
"Maybe you've grown," Crysta joked.
The dress seems smaller, somehow.
Or lighter. Maybe it's
just that I'm beginning to panic. I had hoped
this day would never come, that
somehow I would be spared the
humiliation. I put the
dress on, and ran my hand over my naked thighs
and the lower parts of my exposed
cheeks. Self-consciously, I tug on
the dress, absent-mindedly trying
in vain to stretch it to cover me just
a little more completely, when
I heard a tiny ripping sound. The dress
is very thin and very fragile.
Although it was still dark, I could make
out my shadowy figure in the
mirror. It looks like I'm pretty much
covered up. I'll just have
to avoid tugging on the dress.
As I put on a pair of high-heel
shoes -- I love to show off my legs --
Crysta said "Let's go to breakfast".
This is unusual. Crysta isn't a
morning person, and rarely joins
me for breakfast.
But I thought she wants to see
how I do on my first bottomless sortie,
so I mustered all my confidence
and said "OK, Let's go." Crysta put on
a mini-dress and a pair of sneakers,
that's all, and walked outside with
me. (God I admire her confidence!
No checking in the mirror to see if
the dress covers her pussy; she
just throws it on and goes.)
Now we were outside, and people
were going back and forth to the dining
hall, and to early classes. I
was very self-conscious, so I looked
around to see if people were
looking at me. I'm getting a lot of
glances, but I always get those
when I wear this dress. I'm not
attracting any more attention
than usual, am I? "How are you doing?"
Crysta asked.
"Just fine," I replied without
conviction.
"You look good, Donna", Crysta
said. I turned to face her to see if she
was smirking, but she wasn't.
"I mean it, you look good." When I
didn't say anything, she looked
into my eyes and said, "You'll be fine.
No one will know you're not wearing
panties except me and you."
"And our boyfriends," I added.
When we reached the cafeteria,
I handed my meal ticket to the guy at the
door. As I looked down,
I caught sight of my own breasts in the morning
light, and they seemed not be
covered at all. The top of my dress has
become a thin gauze. Instinctively,
I covered my breasts with my hands
and whisper to Crysta, "This dress
was never so transparent!"
"Don't worry about it, Donna,"
Crysta replied. "You're just self
conscious, that's all. The dress
is fine." The guy handed me back my
meal ticket, so I had to uncover
one of my breasts to take it from him.
"I suppose you're right, Crysta."
I relaxed a bit as I went through the
breakfast line. Scrambled eggs.
I looked at the servers. They're not
giving me a second look.
If my tits were so much on display as they
seemed, people would react, wouldn't
they? I relaxed a bit more. I was
overreacting. Toast. Jelly for
my toast. Some orange juice.
"Let's sit outside," Crysta said.
"OK," I said as I follow her
out the door. It was cold this morning, but
the sun was warm. As I sat down,
I felt the cold bench against my butt.
I reached behind me to smooth
my dress, and I was shocked to find the
back of my dress didn't completely
cover my butt. I tried sitting down
yesterday in front of the mirror,
didn't I? I turned around to see if
anyone was looking at me.
No one. I sat up straight, and arched my
back slightly so that the dress
covered my backside. I must remember my
posture -- it's very important
today. As I parted my legs slightly I
felt the cold bench against my
lips, too, prompting me to snap my legs
shut again.
I had an early class, so I said
bye to Crysta, and headed for the class.
Shoulders back, head up. I feel
every breeze. Is my backside covered? I
feel like I must be attracting
a lot of attention, but whenever I think
I see someone looking at me,
they're looking somewhere else. Casually,
so as not to attract too much
attention, I reached my hand behind me to
feel the height of the hem. It
seems a good two inches higher than it
was last night. My cheeks and
crack feel completely exposed. Could this
be my imagination? Must
be. I tried to shake it off.
Soon I was sitting in my class.
Is it my imagination or is my dress
shrinking? When I sat with my
usual bad posture, the back of my dress
didn't cover anything. When I
sat up straight and put my shoulders back,
the front didn't even touch my
thighs. I hope the professor doesn't call
on me. Just then, the worst happened.
He not only called on me, but
asked me to come to the board
and write my answer to a problem. I
grabbed the marker, and then
as I reached up to begin writing, I felt my
dress lift, completely exposing
my backside. My ass is completely bare,
the whole crack. I must
keep my legs and cheeks together to hide as
much of my pussy and asshole as
I can while I write this problem, I
thought to myself as I felt the
eyes of the class on my bare ass.
There's nothing I can do about
it now. I'll just pretend nothing is
wrong. The professor said good
job, and I went back to my seat. No
comments were made, no one is
staring at me. I guess nothing is wrong.
Relieved, I realized I must have
been exaggerating the problem. Maybe
my ass wasn't fully exposed.
It must have just felt that way. Maybe
they don't even know I'm not
wearing any panties. That's it, I tell
myself. I should just relax,
and act natural, and no one will suspect a
thing.
I met Billy, Crysta, and Eric
for lunch. "Hi everyone," I said as I saw
them.
"Hi, Donna," they say back to
me. Billy put his hand on my waist, and
gave me a little kiss. Billy's
hands are under my dress, so I pulled
away. It's bad enough going
bottomless without Billy hiking my dress up
for everyone to see. We went
through the line together, and I felt that
people were looking at me, but
by now I realized it was just my
imagination.
When we got our food, we went
outside and looked for a table, but all
the tables were taken. "Let's
have a picnic," Crysta suggested, and she
and the two boys immediately sat
on the low wall at the edge of the
eating area. As Crysta crossed
her legs I could see she wasn't ashamed
of not wearing any underwear,
and apparently she wasn't worried about
people seeing her womanhood.
Though I was starting to feel more
comfortable being bottomless,
I still envied her for just being so
natural. I thought, what
the heck, and sat on the wall with my friends.
In the company of friends,
I was really enjoying myself, and starting to
feel less self conscious. As
we finished our lunch, I saw it was two
o'clock already. Time for
my last class. "I'll meet you at six for
dinner, OK?" and everyone said
OK. My next class is across the campus,
so I'll have to take the bus.
The nearest bus stop is on the other side
of the grassy area, so I waved
good bye and started walking. My friends
kept looking at me, because they're
worried about me, I suppose, so I
waved again, and they waved back,
again. Little did I realize they were
looking at me because they were
about to pull the worst trick on me that
anyone has ever pulled.
When I was almost half-way across
the field, the sprinklers came on --
all of them. One sprinkler
caught me directly in my stomach, and
another one soaked my back.
I started to run toward the bus stop, but
then I saw the cafeteria was
closer, so I changed direction and start to
run toward my friends near the
cafeteria. But then I saw my "friends"
all laughing, and suddenly realized
they set me up to be soaked. I
didn't want to give them any
more satisfaction, so I turned tail (which
was quite visible, now) and ran
to the bus stop, through the sprinklers
all the way. By the time
I got there, I was completely soaked. The
dress was stuck to me, and completely
transparent. Worse yet, it was
hiked up in the back, and when
I tried to adjust it, I couldn't find the
hem. Somehow my dress got
tangled as I ran back and forth. Just as I
pulled on the dress to cover my
naked ass, the bus came. As walked onto
the bus, I pulled harder on the
dress to try to cover up, and it ripped.
A long shred of fabric came
off in my hands. The dress was
disintegrating before my very
eyes -- and worse yet, before the eyes of
50 enthusiastic fellow students.
The bus was jammed full -- no empty
seats -- and here I was with
my seat completely out in the open. I
covered my butt with my hands,
but that didn't do anything about my
front which was just as visible.
Oh, what a pickle I'm in. The bus
lurched, and I had to reach up
to hold on to the handrails with both
hands to keep my balance.
I am so naked, with my pussy shaved like
this, and my hands up on the
rails, and everyone looking at me. And to
make matters worse, if that were
possible, my nakedness is exciting me,
and swelling my lips. I
feel my clit bulging out between my lips for
everyone to see. Still holding
on with one hand, I reached down with
the other to try to push my clit
back between its lips, but that only
made me more excited. Suddenly
I felt a hand grabbing my naked butt
cheeks, and instinctively swatted
it away. Looking down, I saw a boy
who must have been getting quite
a view -- my legs were apart to keep my
balance, and his head was at
the same height as my private parts (which
weren't so private today).
He offered me his seat, and started to get
up when the bus lurched again,
and I accidentally sat on his lap,
collapsing his tent. I'm
so sorry! Somehow he got out from underneath
me, and I was seated. "Thank
you," I said. At least I can sit on my
exposed ass while I figure out
what to do next.
My last class of the day was
conversational French. I enjoy the class,
but there's one problem. The
seats are arranged in a circle -- the
better for conversation I guess
-- so I usually have to be extra careful
not to flash my panties.
Today will be much worse. Although my dress
had dried off quite a bit, it
was still slightly wet by the time I
arrived at class, and I hadn't
managed to completely straighten out the
back of it. It barely covered
any of my butt any more because it shrank
when it got wet. There was
nothing that could be done at this point
except just sit my naked body
down in the chair, and let everyone just
look at my swollen and hairless
pussy. I was so disgusted (and,
paradoxically, excited) by this
point, I didn't even bother to keep my
legs together. When it
was my turn to say something, I felt everyone
looking at me, so I covered my
pussy with my hand. Mmm, it feels good
to rest my fingertips on my lips.
I slowly rubbed the moist pink skin.
I hope no one notices me touching
myself, but it feels soooo good. The
class seemed to go on forever,
but finally, it was over. I got back on
the bus to meet my friends for
dinner.
"I see you made it through the
day bottomless," Crysta said when she saw
me. By now my dress had
dried off enough that it was nearly opaque
again.
"Yes," I replied. "I made
it. I keep thinking there's something wrong
with my dress, like it's shrinking
or evaporating or something, but then
I realize it's my imagination."
"Maybe not," Crysta replied, grinning.
"What do you mean?" Before she
could answer, Billy came up behind me,
and I felt his arms around my
waist, skin on skin, so I slapped his
hand. "Stop reaching under
my dress, Billy," I giggled. Then I twisted
around and saw he wasn't reaching
under my dress at all. He was
reaching through a gaping rip
in the back of my dress. It was ripped
all the way to the high waistband
in the middle of my back -- I guess
that must have happened when
I pulled too hard on it right after it got
wet. Crysta was laughing
now.
"You've been practically naked
since lunch," Crysta said, still
laughing.
"Tell her what you did, Crysta,"
Billy said.
"WHAT DID YOU DO??" I yelled at
Crysta
"OK, I'll tell you, if you promise
not to hit me." She paused, waiting
for me to promise. When
I didn't say anything, she continued anyway.
"I sprayed your dress with hair
gel last night. It made your dress
shrink, and it made it a little
more transparent, especially after it
got wet. Maybe I overdid
it a little."
Eric said, "And maybe I should
have resisted the temptation to turn on
the sprinklers."
"Yes, maybe you should have, you
bad boy!" I wasn't mad any more,
though. I was more hungry
than mad. "Billy, will you come with me to
the salad bar?"
Billy went with me, and when
both my hands were occupied holding a
plate, he put his hand on my
butt. This time I didn't pull away. I was
so happy with my accomplishment
-- even more so in the face of Crysta
and Eric's dirty tricks -- I
decided to give the people in the
restaurant an eyeful if they
wanted to see it. I spread my legs apart
as Billy begins to massage my
inner thighs. Since my dress was open in
the back, Billy had easy access
to my ass. His fingers traced a path up
my legs, and then between my
cheeks. "I'm about to come," I whispered
to him as he fingered my asshole.
As I started to lose control, I
leaned forward and spread my
legs even further apart. My dress fell
against the sneeze-guard as Billy
rubbed my juicy clit from behind. I'm
coming! Oooh -- Oooh --
Oooooooooh! Mmmmm, that felt good, Billy.
Thank you. I hugged him,
and felt his hardness through his pants.
Mmmmm, thank you. Regaining
my composure, I somehow managed to fill up
my dish with food. Billy
told me later that everyone in the restaurant
cheered when I came, but I didn't
even notice at the time.
"You owe me a little mini-dress,
Crysta," I said as I return to the
table with my salad.
"Deal," she replied. We
sat down to a great dinner made even greater by
the satisfaction of knowing I
had lived up to the dare.
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