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   LEGAL STUFF AND ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

   The story below contains sexual situations that are not appropriate for
children.  If you are underage you shouldn't read it.  Go play doctor with
the girl next door or something.

   Furthermore, this is a fantasy.  It isn't real.  It never happened and
never will happen.  In my fantasies, sex has no negative repercussions. 
Girls don't have unwanted pregnancies, people don't die from AIDS, kids
aren't emotionally scarred from early sexual experiences.  In reality all
these things happen.  If you do what I write about you'll be arrested. 
Don't do it.  Read it.  Enjoy it.  Masturbate to it.  But don't go do it.
You'll hurt yourself or someone else.  Keep the fantasy a fantasy.

   The story about Ashley came from another similar story I read several
years ago.  I don't know who wrote it, but I've taken that memory and
rewritten it in my style.  To the original author, I thank you and hope you
appreciate my efforts to recreate it in this series.

   I have asked for dares from my readers for Lisa to perform.  So far I've
received over a hundred ideas.  Please keep sending them.  Some of you will
recognize yours in this story.  Thank you for your input.

   BRIEF REVIEW

   Lisa Armstrong is an 18 year old college freshman at a large university
that has decided to become the acknowledged leader of sexual studies in the
nation.  To reach this goal they have created a Human Sexualities class
called Human Sexuality 201.

   The class is held in the nude and includes various hands on lessons
regarding sexuality.  In addition, each student must choose a term project
to work on all semester long.

   Lisa has chosen to perform various dares throughout the semester.  The
class had written these dares on index cards which she pulls from a bag
each morning.  She must complete three dares a day.

   Lisa is attending school on a gymnastics scholarship and has also taught
the local junior high gymnastics team one time in the nude.

   Now, enough of this.  I hope you enjoy the story.  I look forward to
your comments, responses, dares, and ideas.  Please send them to:
knightwolf999@charter.net

   **************************************************

   My sheets felt incredible against my nude body.

   I'm one of those insane morning people that everyone hates.  I always
wake up early.  This allows me to occasionally lie in bed and relax for a
few moments in the quiet of the day.

   Rolling over, I looked at the clock.

   It was a little after 6:00 AM.

   I sat up and pulled out my dares bag.  It wasn't little any more.  After
yesterday's class it was full of cards, some with mysterious packages
attached.

   I reached in and pulled the first one out.

   "You must only use the men's locker room or restroom for the rest of the
day."

   OK.  I can do that.

   I drew out the next card.

   "Wear a butt plug all day."

   A week ago I'm not sure I would have known what that was.  After two
trips to the adult bookstore I knew exactly what to look for.  Looked like
another trip was on my schedule.

   "Try on at least 5 different outfits at Victoria's Secret between 6:00
and 7:00 PM.  After trying each one on walk out into the store to look for
the next one.  If anyone is looking ask them what they think."

   I grinned.  That sounded fun!

   I lay on my back.  I was totally nude, legs spread.  I reached down and
touched my pussy.  Small stubbles of hair were beginning to sprout.  In
another week or two I'd be ready to go to the barber for my shave.

   I thought about the day.  I needed to go back to the bookstore and buy a
butt plug.  I was becoming quite a regular there.  From there I had to go
to the Junior High and teach gymnastics.  I decided I'd wait and take my
shower there, since I'd be all hot and sweaty anyway.  Come back here for
class.  Then, this afternoon I had gymnastics practice.  No need to worry
about leotards for that anymore.  Later tonight I had to go to the mall to
try on outfits at Victoria's Secret.  I'd try to get Ashley or Janet to go
with me.  May be Steve too.

   For the first time in a while I had to decide what to wear.  Thinking
about my wardrobe made me realize that I really needed to go shopping.  I
simply didn't have enough clothes to fit my new lifestyle.

   After some thought I picked a white cotton sundress.  It had spaghetti
straps and came down to just below my knees.  It fit pretty closely over my
breasts but was basically formless.  When the sun shown just right it was
almost see through.  No panties.  No bra.  I slid my bare feet into a pair
of brown leather strap sandals.

   With my hair flowing around my shoulders I looked pretty good. Although
you couldn't really see anything, you could tell I had nothing on
underneath.  The darkness of my nipples shown through on top.

   I turned to see Mindy looking at me.  I grinned.

   "So what're your dares today," she asked.

   We hadn't really done much together since the term began, but we were
growing on each other.  I got the impression that she wished she had joined
the class as well.

   "Well, first I have to use the men's room all day," I replied.

   "That doesn't sound too bad," she said.  "At least they have stalls.'

   "Not if I use the urinals," I retorted.  "Or the showers."

   She grinned.  "What else?"

   "I've got to wear a butt plug all day."

   "My god.  How are you going to do that?  You don't even have one."

   "I'm going to go buy one on my way to Lincoln Jr.  High."

   "Oh.  What else?"

   "Tonight I have to go try on some outfits at Victoria's Secret and
parade around the store."

   "Cool.  Can I come?"

   "Sure," I replied.

   "So, what's it like doing these dares everyday?" she asked.

   She was sitting up in bed now.  She was wearing a T shirt that was
bunched up around her waist.  I couldn't really tell from where I was
standing, but it looked like she didn't have on any panties.

   I sat down on her bed.  I had a few minutes to kill so I may as well get
to know her a little better.

   "It's incredible!" I replied.  "On the one hand I feel dominated because
I am bound to do whatever these dares demand.  On the other hand I feel
liberated, pushing my boundaries further each day."

   "Wow." she replied wistfully.  "I could never do that."

   "I thought you'd done all kinds of shit."

   "What gave you that idea?" she laughed.  "I didn't even lose my cherry
until the night before I came here.  Then the bastard broke up with me at
the airport!"

   "Oh Mindy!  I'm sorry." I said.

   "That's OK.  We didn't really love each other.  I think we both did it
just so we could say we weren't virgins when we got to college.  He's on
the other side of the country now.  Good riddance."

   "You just seemed so much more wild than I was," I explained.

   "I hung out with the 'wrong' crowd some - but I never really did
anything," she explained.  "I don't see how you do it."

   "To tell you the truth, Mindy," I responded.  "I don't know how I do it
either.  Somehow last Friday a whole new world opened for me.  I feel like
a new person.  Each day is filled with the unexpected.  I'm embarrassed to
admit it - but I love being exposed to the world like this.  I love being
nude.  I love being on the sexual edge all day long!"

   She looked at me with a yearning in her eyes.

   "You want to do this too, don't you?"

   "No!" she responded.  "Well...  yes.  But I could never do what you do!"

   "Do you think I thought I could do this a few days ago?" I asked.  "My
God!  It's been less than a week since this whole thing started!"

   "How do you do it?"

   "I put myself in a position where I had no choice.  I either do it or I
fail the class.  If I fail the class I lose my scholarship.  If I lose my
scholarship I go home a failure.  I cannot do that.  So I have to complete
the dares.  I have no choice anymore."

   "See.  I have nothing driving me like that.  That's why I could never do
what you do.'

   I looked at her for a moment.  "So start slow," I said.

   "What?"

   "Start slow.  I dare you to wear a dress with no underwear today!"

   "What?!"

   "I dare you to wear a dress with no underwear today."

   "OK....OK.  I'll do it!'

   We grinned and hugged.

   I looked at my watch.

   "Oh wow.  I gotta go or I'll be late."

   I grabbed my bag and ran out of the door, leaving Mindy sitting in her
nightshirt thinking about her dare.

   ***************************************************

   I walked into the bookstore like it was home.  There seemed to be a lot
more men than there was previously.  Almost like they were expecting me.

   A look of disappointment crossed Joe's eyes as he looked at me.

   "Mornin' Lisa.  Bit overdressed today, ain't ya."

   "Well, Joe, it just wasn't in the cards today," I grinned.

   "What a shame!" he replied.  "Ought to be against the law to cover
somethin' that beautiful.  Whatcha need today?"

   "I'm looking for a butt plug," I replied, a little too loudly, making
sure that all my fans heard.

   Joe's face brightened again.

   "Right this way, little lady!  Right this way."

   Until this week I had never realized how many sex toys there really
were. And this store seemed to have them all.  Joe showed me to a wall
loaded with all kinds of butt plugs, anal stimulators, anal beads, and anal
"I don't know whats."

   "Wow," I said.

   Joe started pulling down various packages.

   "This is the standard large," he said.  It looked like a baseball bat!

   "I don't think so!" I laughed.

   "Probably not," he replied.  "Here's the small."

   It looked much better.  Just a few inches long with a rubber type base.

   "Here's one you might like," he said.  "It's the Golden Daisy."

   He held up one about four inches long.  It started small and broadened
out to about the size of a quarter, then narrowed abruptly down to the
base. The base was in the form of a gold daisy.

   "I'll try these two," I announced, pointing to the small one and the
Golden Daisy.

   "Try?" asked Joe.

   "You don't expect me to buy one without trying it out?" I asked.

   With that I pulled my dress over my head, laid it on the counter and
turned around.  Looking in my purse I pulled out a tube of KY and handed it
back to Joe.

   "Will you do the honors?" I asked and bent forward at the waist, pushing
my bare ass in his direction.

   "Uh...  sure," he said.

   He started opening the small package before he recovered his wits.

   "Be glad to Lisa.  But I think I can get it in a little easier if you
climb up on the counter here."

   "OK!" I replied enthusiastically, jumped up on the counter, got on my
hands and knees and stuck my ass in the air so everyone could see.

   "Put plenty of KY on it!" I warned.

   Everyone began crowding around as I felt him place it against my ass
hole.  Slowly but firmly he began to push it in.  It hurt a little as my
sphincter tried to clamp shut.  I willed myself to relax and it slid all
the way in, clamping shut around the base.

   I was an anal virgin.  Never before had I ever stuck something that far
inside me.  I can't say it felt good.  But it didn't hurt.  I felt full. 
Almost like I needed to crap.  I really wasn't sure what I thought about
it.

   I turned around and sat down on the counter, pushing it even deeper
inside me.  As my body became used to it tingles started to travel around
my pussy.  I stood up and walked to a mirror that hung along one wall.

   I'm not sure why Joe had a mirror hanging up.  I can't imagine that many
people would need it, but it helped me out.

   I turned and looked at my ass.  A large rubber base poked out.

   I grimaced.

   "Let's try the other one," I said, and climbed back on the counter.

   As Joe grabbed the base he slid one hand between my legs and felt my wet
pussy.

   "Wrong hole, Joe," I said.

   He laughed.  "Sorry little lady.  Just got confused!"

   I laughed and he knew I wasn't mad.

   Grabbing the base, he slid it out with a loud plop.

   He lubricated the other one and slid it in.  It went in much easier this
time.  He pushed it in tight and backed away.

   "Now that's a thing of beauty!" he exclaimed.

   It was a little wider than the other one, but felt a little better.

   I climbed down and walked to the mirror, turned, and looked at my ass.

   Between my ass cheeks peeked a small gold daisy.  It was the sort of
thing you might not even notice, but if you did you couldn't help but think
how pretty it looked.  As I walked it rolled and wiggled inside me.  I
could tell that by the end of the day this thing was going to drive me
wild.

   "Sold!" I said.  "How much?"

   "On the house," replied Joe.  "It's not every day I get to insert
something up an ass as pretty as yours."

   "Well, thank you, Joe." I picked up my dress.

   "Lisa, may I talk to you in private," he asked.

   "OK.  I don't have long though."

   We walked over to the edge of the counter, away from the crowd who had
begun to disperse, though they all stayed within sight.  I hadn't put my
dress on yet.

   "I have a proposition for you," Joe said.

   "Now Joe, I know I appear pretty wild, but I'm not.."

   "NO!" he interrupted.  "Nothing like that.  This is a business
proposition.  I want to hire you to work at my store."

   I stared at him, intrigued.

   "I want you to work however many hours you can.  The rules are simple.
I'll pay you $50 per hour.  You'll work totally nude.  You'll work the
counter and the shelves.  You may, at your discretion, demonstrate whatever
toys someone is interested in buying.  In addition, you get whatever toys
you want for free."

   I wasn't sure what to say.  My father had demanded that I get a part
time job, but I hadn't bothered to look for one yet.  I certainly couldn't
make this much money anywhere else.

   "What about sex?" I asked, apprehensively.

   "No sex." He replied.  "There will always be at least one other man here
while you're working.  I'll kill any man who touches you - and they know
it!"

   "Why?  Why would you pay so much?" I asked.

   "Lisa, it's 7:15 AM.  I usually have 5 to 10 customers.  There's over 30
here this morning, just hoping you'll show up."

   "I don't know.  I need a job and this would be fun.  But I need some
time to think about it," I replied.

   "That's fine," he said.  "Whenever you decide you're ready, just let me
know.

   Grinning, I winked at Joe and walked out, carrying my dress with me.

   Outside I slipped my dress over my head, straddled my bike and took of
for the school.

   My bare ass wiggled against the seat.  The butt plug seemed to vibrate
to the rhythm of the wheels.  It wasn't as stimulating as the Ben Wa balls
were.  It's hard to describe.  But it felt good.  Simply a firm steady
pressure within me.

   I got to the school about 7:30 and headed in to see Mr.  Wright.  He
wanted to see me about coaching the gymnastics team.

   He was waiting in his office for me when I arrived.

   He stood as I entered his office.

   "Good morning, Lisa," he boomed, holding out his hand.

   I shook it.

   "Good morning, Mr.  Wright.  Coach Perrin told me you wanted to talk to
me this morning."

   "I'm sure he mentioned that I wanted you to coach the gymnastics team.
What do you think?" he asked.

   "Well sir.  It's a great honor.  But I'm concerned about my studies at
school.," I replied.

   "You mean your human sexuality class," he stated.

   "Yes sir.  I'm concerned that my term project could cause some problems
with my coaching."

   "Really.  Tell me about this project of yours."

   "Everyone in the class has to pick a project to work on all semester
long.  My project involves performing various dares.  The other students in
the class wrote out dares on a bunch of cards.  I have to choose three
dares each day to perform.  I can reject a few, but basically I have to do
whatever I'm dared to do.  If I don't, I fail.  So you see, I never know
what I may be required to do from day to day."

   "I see," he replied.  "Coach Perrin told me some of what this class
required.  I'm curious, what are your dares today."

   I grinned.

   "I have to wear a butt plug all day.  I can only use the men's restrooms
and showers.  And I have to go to Victoria's Secret this evening and try on
5 outfits, walking around the store in each."

   Mr.  Wright was almost drooling.  It felt great to have this much power
over a man.

   "Well, Lisa, I don't want to endanger your grades in any way.  If you
accept this position, I will expect you to continue with your Human
Sexuality project in whatever way is necessary.  After your last practice
on Tuesday I contacted the parents of each gymnast and discussed the
situation.  They have all agreed to allow you to do whatever you are
required to do or whatever you think is best for the team.  They have each
spoken to their kids and instructed them to obey whatever you request.  In
addition, Lisa, if you accept this position, we will pay you a stipend of
$1,000 per month."

   I was astonished.

   "I don't know what to say, Mr.  Wright.  What exactly would my
responsibilities include?"

   "You would have virtually total control over the team.  You need to have
at least 5 practices a week.  I think we can arrange them around your
schedule to an extent.  The first meet is in four weeks.  There are a total
of 8 regional meets that we go to between now and the Spring.  That's
followed by the state and national meets if we qualify.  In addition to the
practices, we may wish to use you in various functions related to our own
sex education classes.  What do you say, Lisa?"

   "What happens if the meets conflict with my own competitions?"

   "Obviously one of the other coaches would have to fill in.  That won't
be a problem.  That's what we've always had to do in the past."

   I thought for a moment.  This was too good to be true.  The chance to
coach a team on my own.  I had dreamed of that for years.  I couldn't quite
believe that they would really let me complete my project though.  I didn't
want that to become a headache in the future.  I needed to settle that
issue now.

   "Mr.  Wright, I've begun practicing in the nude.  Is there a problem
with my doing that here?" I asked.

   He smiled.  "Coach Perrin told me what your team decided yesterday. 
Lisa, you have total control.  You and your team may wear as much or as
little as you decide!  The choice is yours."

   I swallowed.  If I could work out nude and even have the team nude then
I was certain that no future dare would be denied.

   "What do the sex ed classes entail?"

   "Honestly I'm not sure, Lisa.  The staff is still contemplating that
one. It could be anything from an anatomy lesson to a demonstration of
various activities.  I just don't know."

   "Alright Mr.  Wright.  I'll do it!"

   "Great!" he exclaimed.  "I hope you realize that I expect you to win the
state championship!"

   "Of course!" I grinned.

   The bell rang in the background.

   "You have five minutes to get to the gym, Lisa."

   He stood up and shook my hand again.

   "Welcome aboard.  I may drop by later to see how you're doing."

   I grinned and danced out the door.

   ********************************************

   My own gymnastics team!  I couldn't believe it!

   Walking to the gym I decided I would do my best to act as much like Ms.
Thompson as I could.  She seemed so natural, so comfortable, nude - even in
public.  She showed absolutely no embarrassment or shame.  Despite the fear
that tingled in the pit of my stomach, I resolved to act that way as well.

   When I walked into the gym the kids were just beginning to straggle in.
With absolutely no fanfare, I walked into the far corner and pulled my
dress over my head.  Turning I saw a class full of grinning faces.  They
had all seen me nude on Tuesday, but they thought that was a special
circumstance.  Now they knew, or at least suspected, that I would always be
nude during our practices.

   "Good morning, team," I announced.

   "Good morning, Miss Armstrong," they replied in unison, struggling to
keep from giggling.

   I laughed.  "Call me Lisa, please.  I have an announcement to make - I'm
going to be coaching this team all year."

   The group cheered loudly.

   "I'm glad you approve," I said.  "Since we're going to be together all
year I want to get to know you all better.  Grab a spot on the mat and lets
talk."

   Gymnasts are used to team meetings on the mat.  We've been doing it
since the first day of lessons as young children.  Everyone naturally sat
cross legged in a circle, leaving space for me to sit as well.

   I sat down and crossed my legs.  The mat felt cold on my bare ass.  The
daisy in my ass pushed itself in deeper sending a small tingle up my spine.

   As I looked around I saw that each student was staring directly at my
open pussy lips.  Once again, I became extremely conscious of my nudity.

   "Ok.  Now then.  As I call your name, I want you to tell me your age,
grade, how long you've been in gymnastics, and what your strongest
apparatus is.  You may then ask me one question."

   "Phil Nolan."

   Phil raised his hand.

   "I'm 12 years old.  I'm in 7th grade.  Uhhhhh," he stammered.

   "How long have you been in gymnastics?" I asked.

   "Since I was 5.  And I like the parallel bars." The words rushed out of
him like rapids down a river.

   Phil was the youngest boy in the group and also the smallest.  He had
close cropped short brown hair and beautiful green eyes.  Not having begun
to develop into a man, he still had the thin, wirey body of a boy. 
Nevertheless, I could tell he was strong for his age.  He kept his hands
crossed in his lap to hide his arousal.

   "Do you have a question for me, Phil?" I asked.

   "Ummm....  How long have you been in gymnastics?"

   "Well, my parents got me in gymnastics when I was four and I've been
training ever since.  I've been competing since I was twelve and have won
several regional and state championships.  I tried out for the last
Olympics, but quite honestly, I'm just not in that caliber.  But that's OK.
I just love the sport."

   "OK.  Let's move on.  Natasha Jackson."

   A young girl on my right raised her hand.  She was the only
African-American on the team.  She had chocolate skin and deep brown eyes
and a huge, contagious smile.  She wore a simple blue leotard.  Two small
points on her chest revealed her budding breasts.

   "I'm in 7th grade and I'm 12 years old." She sat perfectly straight and
sounded very mature.  I only started gymnastics when I was 9 but I really
love it.  My best apparatus is the vault.  And I want to know why you're
naked!"

   I laughed at the shocked expression on everyone's face.

   "Tash!" a girl across the circle exclaimed.

   "It's OK," I said.  "That's a valid question.  And no question is out of
bounds.  I'll be glad to answer."

   "Natasha,"

   "Just Tash," she interrupted.

   "Tash, I'm nude because I enjoy it.  Like I mentioned last week, I'm in
a class at school that has challenged me to push myself to do things I've
never done before.  Part of that included being nude in public.  I've
learned that I really like that.  I especially like working out nude
because I don't like the way my clothes feel when I get hot and sweaty.  My
gymnastics team at the college liked the idea so much that they voted to
work out nude all the time.  I asked Mr.  Wright if he minded if I worked
out nude here and he said that it was up to me.  So here I am.  I intend to
be nude for all our practices."

   Everyone muttered their approval.

   "Angie Dillard."

   "I'm 12 years old and I'm in 7th grade," a blond sitting next to Tash
announced.

   I knew from looking at her that she was what my mom would describe as
precocious.  She was the classic cheerleader type.  Shoulder length blond
hair pulled in a cute pony tail.  Deep blue eyes.  For a 12 year old she
wore an extremely revealing two piece leotard.  The top was tight around
her still smooth chest but stopped just one inch below her nipples
revealing a tight, firm stomach.  The bottoms were French Cut revealing her
thighs all the way to her waist.  The back barely covered her young rear.
Sitting cross legged as she was, her leotard pulled tight against her
pussy.

   "I've been practicing tumbling since I was 6.  I'm a cheerleader and
love the floor exercise."

   "Great!" I replied.  "And what's your question?"

   "Do the boys workout naked on your team too?" she asked.

   "Absolutely," I replied.  "And it's quite a sight!"

   Everybody laughed.

   "OK.  Nick Cain"

   "I'm 13 and I'm in 8th grade," he replied.

   Nick had a military haircut and was really built for a 13 year old.  His
shoulders had broadened and his arms were muscular.  His t shirt had the
arms torn off, emphasizing his muscles.  He wore short black shorts that
tented in the middle just like the other guys.

   "I've been in gymnastics since I was 8 and I'm good on the rings."

   "With those arms I would think so," I replied.

   Grinning, he asked, "I want to know what your dares were for today."

   Smiling, I said, "Well, I have to use the men's room and the men's
shower all day today.  I have to go try on clothes at Victoria's Secret
this evening and walk around the store in them.  And I have to wear a butt
plug all day."

   "Cool," he said.  "What's a butt plug?"

   "You've used up your 1 question," I said.

   "Next.  Nate Franklin.

   "13.  8th grade.  Since I was 3.  Everything.  What's a butt plug?"

   "Wow!  You don't waste time, do you Nate?" I asked.

   Nate was the exact opposite of Nick.  He had long blond hair, almost
down to his shoulders.  Deep blue eyes.  He was long and slim, but
obviously in shape.  He sat cross legged in front of me with blue shorts on
and no shirt.  He had a dark tan, a smooth chest, and was extremely
comfortable with himself.

   "Well, a butt plug is a small dildo that fits into your asshole.  Mine
is gold and looks like a daisy on the base."

   With that I rolled over and stuck my ass in the air, allowing the kids
to see the small gold flower peaking out between my ass cheeks.

   Sitting back down, I wiggled a little enjoying the feel of it filling my
ass.

   "Melody and Melanie Foxx.  Twins?"

   "Identical!" they answered in unison.

   These two girls looked like porcelain dolls.  They were petite with
short pixie style brown hair and green eyes.  They each wore identical
green leotards.  Though they were very small and very thin, they had
obviously reached puberty.  They were perfectly proportioned, with small
peach size breasts filling out their outfits.

   "We're 13 and in 8th grade," said one.

   "And we like synchronized gymnastics," said the other.

   "And we've been doing it since before we were born," said the first.

   "Our mother was a gymnast," the second responded to my quizzical look.

   "And I want to know if you've always liked being nude," said the first.

   "No," I replied.  "Until I came here and took this class I'd never
really tried being nude.  I wish I had though.  I feel like I really missed
out on something fun."

   "And I want to know if we can work out nude too," asked the second.

   "What?  You want to work out nude as well?" I asked, astounded.  I
expected the kids to be curious about nudity, but I really didn't think
anyone would want to join me.

   "Yea.  We're nude at home all the time.  I think it'd be cool to be nude
here too."

   "Your nude at home?" asked Nick.

   "Yea.  Our whole family is.  We hardly ever wear clothes when we're at
home," said the first (I still wasn't sure which was which).

   "Unless someone's coming over," said the second.

   "Only if it's someone important," replied the first.

   "So can we?" asked the second (I felt like I was watching a tennis match
between these two!)

   "Well," I thought.  "Mr.  Wright said that he had no problem with me
working out nude.  And he also said that I could do anything I wanted to
with you guys.  So...  Yes.  If you want to you may practice in the nude.
But only if you want to.  And proper leotards must be worn for all
competitions.

   "Cool!" they responded in unison.  Then they both stood up at the same
time, pulled their leotards off and tossed them back towards the door
before resuming their seat cross legged on the mat.

   We couldn't help but stare.  They were relaxed and confident.  Tan all
over.  Their small breasts and nipples were firm.  Their pussies had a thin
cover of fluffy brown hair.  I lost my concentration for a moment.

   Pulling my eyes away I noticed Nate's hand up.

   "Yes Nate?"

   "Can I strip too?" he asked.

   "You want to work out nude?" asked Phil incredulously.

   "Sure," he replied.  "My mom gets mad at me sometimes when I walk around
naked, but I love being nude.  Do it a lot at home."

   "Well Nate, yes.  If you want to be nude you may.  Does anyone else want
to join us?"

   Nobody said no, but nobody else moved as Nate quickly pulled his shorts
down and tossed them next to the girls' leotards.

   Nate's cock was about half erect, and like him, was long and thin. 
Light blond hair was just beginning to sprout around his balls.

   Silence hung in the air for a few seconds.

   "OK...  OK," I stuttered.  "Mark Mathis."

   Mark was obviously uncomfortable.  He was a big boy.  I don't mean fat.
He certainly wasn't fat.  He was just bigger than anyone else here.  His
growth spurt had hit.  He must have been almost 6 feet tall, broad and
muscular.  He had short dark hair, dark eyes, and a hint of stubble showed
that he was already shaving, at least occasionally.

   "I'm, ummm, 14," he stammered.  "I'm in 9th grade.  I've been involved
in gymnastics for 6 years.  I like the horse."

   "OK.  What's your question?" I coaxed.

   "Ummmm.  What time will you be at Victoria's Secret tonight?" he asked,
ducking his head.

   "Mark, I'm going to try to be there at 6:00."

   "Do you mind if I come and watch?" he asked, looking up at me like a
little puppy dog.

   "Of course not Mark.  I'd be glad for you to be there."

   He grinned.

   "Robert Preston."

   "I'm fourteen and in 9th grade," he replied.  "I've been in gymnastics
since I was 7 and I like the floor exercise."

   If Robert wasn't the class president, he should have been.  He was
perfect.  He had short reddish hair and light blue eyes.  His body was just
beginning to fill out.  He had broad shoulders and narrow hips.  I swear
his t shirt was pressed and it looked like his shorts were too.  It looked
like he was hiding a tree between his legs.

   "Since you are so involved in dares, I'd like to know if we can dare you
to do something?" he asked, with an all too innocent smile on his lips.

   I sat silent for a moment.

   "Robert, I don't think that would be appropriate at this time.  But I
won't rule it out for some time in the future," I replied.

   "Fair enough," he said.

   Yep.  He was gonna be politician when he grew up.  I just knew it.

   "Emily Branson."

   "I'm 14 and in 9th grade," she replied.  "I like the uneven bars.  I
started when I was five."

   Emily's short blond hair was streaked with purple and probably hadn't
been combed this year.  She wore a bright purple two piece leotard the
clearly revealed her blossoming breasts.  Emily was a woman waiting to
happen.

   "How many guys have you fucked?" she challenged.

   Suddenly it dawned on me that, although I had done some of the wildest
things I could have imagined, I hadn't actually fucked anyone since this
whole adventure began.

   Staring her straight in the eyes I replied, "Actually, I've only fucked
one guy." Then grinning, I added, "so far!"

   She smiled.

   "I dare you to join us," barked Melody (or was it Melanie?)

   "Yea," replied the other.  "You're the wild one on the team!"

   "Get naked."

   "And enjoy the fun!"

   "We dare you!" they laughed in unison.

   Emily was clearly caught off guard.  I'd known girls like her in school.
I suspected that she pretended to be much more rebellious than she actually
was.  Now here she was, challenged by two eighth graders to prove it.  I
waited for a moment to see what would happen.

   "Go ahead," Nate spoke silently.  "I know you want to."

   Nate had a strangely compelling power to his quiet voice.

   Emily looked at him, a mix of fear, excitement and lust filling her
eyes.

   She looked at me and I simply nodded my head once as encouragement.

   Suddenly she stood up, pulled her top off, dropped her bottoms, tossed
them behind her, and sat down again.

   Emily's breasts were firm, her nipples hard.  She had shaved her pussy
into a thin straight strip (obviously copied from some porn model).  She
stared at the team as though daring them to laugh.

   No one did.

   "Sheri Harris."

   Sheri was a tomboy with long dark hair braided into two long tails. 
Evidence of a summer spent outside showed in her dark tan.

   "Here," she said.  "I'm 14 and in 9th grade.  I like the uneven bars and
I've been training since I was 7.  I'd like to know if you've ever gone
skinny dipping?"

   "No, Sheri, I'm afraid not.  Until last week my life was pretty boring.
I didn't do any of that stuff growing up."

   "And you must be Brandy Simmons."

   "Yep," she replied.  "I'm fourteen and in 9th grade.  I like the balance
beam best and I've been in gymnastics since I was 5."

   Brandy was probably the most naturally beautiful.  She had shoulder
length blond hair, perfectly styled.  At fourteen she could easily pass for
18.  Dressed properly she could probably fool people into believing she was
21 or 22.  Her breasts, though not large, were well developed.  She was
also very much aware of her body and its affect on others.  She was wearing
a pink leotard that was virtually sheer.  Her nipples were clearly visible
through the thin material.  The lack of a shadow between her legs proved
that she shaved her pussy.

   "What would you like to ask me, Brandy?"

   "Where did you get your toys?"

   "There's an adult bookstore just off campus that sells them.  I go
there."

   The twins chimed in again.  "Take it off, Brandy.  Take it off!"

   Brandy's eyes twinkled as she absorbed the attention.

   "Take it off!  Take it off!" the M&M twins chanted.

   Raising her hand, Brandy quieted them down.  "Only if Robert strips
too!" she proclaimed.

   "Ohhhh noooo!" responded Robert.  "Not me!"

   "Take it off!  Take it off!" chanted the three nude girls.

   "Come on Robert," purred Brandy.  "I'll show you mine if you'll show me
yours!"

   I wasn't sure how long I'd let this go on, but I sort of wanted to see
Robert nude too, so I just sat quietly for a moment.

   Peer pressure is a wonderful thing.  After a few more seconds of
chanting, Robert stood, pulled his t shirt over his head and dropped his
shorts.  Everyone whistled as his hard cock popped into view.  It was long
and thick with a mass of read curls around the base.

   "Your turn," he barked at Brandy.

   Brandy slowly, seductively, slid the straps off her shoulders and let
her leotard fall to her waist.  Her breasts were smooth, the size of a
large apple with beautiful pink aureoles.  She rolled on to her knees and
slid it over her hips, revealing a perfectly smooth and glistening pussy.
Sitting, she slid one foot out and with a perfect flick of her other foot
she sent her leotard flying across the circle to land right on Robert's
head.

   I looked at my watch.  We only had about 15 minutes left before I had to
release the team to the showers.  I led the team in a few quick stretch
routines that left everyone extremely aware of their nudity.  I then had
them follow me through a grueling 10 minute obstacle course that covered
virtually every apparatus.  It wasn't easy, but I wore them out in 10
minutes.

   Robert slipped his shorts on before stepping out into the main gym. 
Brandy and Emily started to pull their leotards on, but when the twins
tossed theirs over their shoulders and nonchalantly walked out the door,
they followed suit.  Nate didn't even bother to pick his shorts up.

   I followed the boys into their locker room.

   "Hope you don't mind, guys.  I have to used the men's room all day. 
Remember."

   I looked around.  I needed to pee.  Seeing the urinals I decided to have
some fun.

   Phil had just gotten undressed and was going towards the showers with
his towel carefully wrapped around his waist.

   "Phil, I've never used one of these before.  How do they work?" I asked,
with a twinkle in my eye.

   He looked confused and started stuttering.

   "You can't use a urinal.  You're a girl.  You have to have a...  have
a...  have a penis!" he exclaimed.

   Robert and Nate both stood in the distance, watching, trying hard not to
laugh.

   "I bet I can," I replied.

   "No you can't!" retorted Phil.  "There's no where to sit and girls can't
pee standing up!"

   "I bet I can pee in this urinal and not spill a drop," I challenged.

   "No way!" he exclaimed.

   "If I win you have to spend the next practice nude!  And if you win I'll
give you your first blow job!"

   He almost came just thinking about it.

   "You're on!" he exclaimed, coming close to watch, forgetting for the
moment that he had nothing on but a towel.

   I turned around and bent over, pushing my ass into the urinal, and
released a long stream of urine.  Looking up I saw 5 nude boys gathered
around me, their hard cocks pointing straight ahead, while I peed in their
urinal.

   Making sure I was done I stood up and turned to Phil.

   Robert walked over.  "Not a drop on the ground, Phil.  Looks like you're
gonna be joining me and Nate in the nude tomorrow!"

   At this point Phil was so hard he didn't really seem to care.

   Laughing, I strode to the showers, followed by five bobbing cocks.

   The showers were all in one large room with about a dozen shower heads
sticking out of the wall.  I walked to the one in the middle and turned it
on, stepping quickly to the side to let it warm up.  Moving underneath the
hot streams, I let the water flow through my hair and down my nude body.

   The boys were all under their own showers, but their eyes were glued to
my body.  They had long since given up trying to hide their erections.

   I leaned over and picked up Robert's soap (he seemed to be the only one
that brought any).  I ran the soap up my stomach and softly caressed my
breasts.  Bending over, I slowly lathered each leg up to my hips.  Turning
to face the guys, I squatted and slid the bar of soap slowly back and forth
between my legs, pushing it into my pussy lips.  I sighed contentedly.

   Each boy was now actively masturbating, running their wet hands over
engorged cocks.

   Still squatting, I reached behind me and gripped my daisy plug.  Slowly
I slid it out of my ass.  Standing, I held it under the water and washed it
off until it sparkled.  I turned so that my ass faced the guys, bent over
keeping my legs straight, and slowly slid it back into my ass.  I heard a
grunt and saw Phil shooting wads of cum into the air.  Like a row of
dominos, each of the others followed, long strings of cum arching into the
air.

   I straightened up and turned off the water.  Walking out of the shower
with a huge grin on my face, I picked up Nick's towel and dried off.

   My dress was still in the gym.  The boys were crowded around the shower
door, still nude, still dripping wet, small strings of cum hanging on to
their half erect cocks.

   "See you tomorrow boys," I laughed, and walked into the gym.

   The bell hadn't rung yet, so the gym was empty.  I casually walked
through and into the gymnastics training room, slid my sundress over my
head, and headed toward the bike stand.

   ************************************************

   During practice it had begun to rain.  A steady downpour was falling.

   I guess I'm a little odd, but I love the rain.  Maybe it's because we
had so little of it where I grew up.  I enjoy being out in the rain,
especially when it's warm like it was today.  Without hesitation I walked
to my bike, feeling the warm streams striking my body.

   I had plenty of time before my next class, so I enjoyed myself, riding
through puddles and basically acting like a little school girl.  By the
time I pulled up to the dorm I was soaking wet.  My dress was plastered to
my body and had turned completely transparent.  My nipples could be clearly
seen.  The wet cloth hugged my pussy and ass revealing each detail of my
body.

   Laughing at how my outlook had changed in the last week, I ran and got
my books and headed to class without bothering to dry off.

   By lunch my dress had basically dried.  As I walked into the dining
room, Mindy came running up to me.

   Grabbing my arm she quickly whispered in my ear, "I did it!"

   Quizzically I looked at her.  "Did what?" I asked.

   "Your dare!  I'm not wearing any panties!"

   I looked her over.  She had on a t shirt with a denim skirt that came to
about mid-thigh.

   "I feel great!" she bubbled.

   "I don't believe you." I said with a twinkle in my eye.  "Prove it!"

   "What?  Here?"

   "Yea.  Show me that you don't have any panties on," I laughed.

   She hesitated.  Then quickly raised a lowered her dress, revealing for a
millisecond her neatly trimmed pussy.

   Laughing, I hugged her.

   "It does feel great, doesn't it?" I remarked.

   "Oh yes!  I feel so free.  So daring!"

   "Come with us to Victoria's Secret this evening and try on some
outfits," I invited.

   "I'll come," she replied, "but I don't know about the outfits."

   We joked some more through lunch and made plans for the evening.

   **********************************

   That evening Ashley, Janet, Mindy, and I headed for the mall.

   Ashley was wearing tight jeans, a blouse that buttoned up the front, and
tennis shoes - no panties).  Her dare involved accidental exposures, and we
had come up with a great idea for her at the mall.

   Janet's dare was to wear extremely revealing clothes.  Tonight she wore
a denim mini dress that buttoned up the front and high heeled shoes.  She
had cut off all but the two buttons below her belly button.  No bra.  No
panties.  Whenever she walked the dress opened enough to reveal a peek of
pussy.  Bending showed plenty of breast.  She wanted to try on some of the
exotic clothes that Victoria's Secret sold.

   Mindy was mostly just along for the ride.  She was still wearing her
mini dress with no panties.  I fully expected her to get more into this as
the night wore on.

   I was still wearing my white sundress with nothing underneath.  I had to
try on 5 outfits and walk around Victoria's Secret in each.  I also wanted
to try on and probably buy some more revealing outfits.

   Ashley's dare was first on the list.  Hers required an element of
surprise, and we figured we would have attracted an entourage of spectators
by the time the evening was over.

   We headed directly to a specialized store in the middle of the mall. 
All it sold were swimsuits of every size, shape and description.  Since it
stays hot here well into October, buying a new swimming suit in September
was not all that unusual.

   It was the changing rooms that made this place so interesting.  They
were in the middle of the store, facing the entrance to the mall, which was
wide and open.  The white doors stopped about a 18 inches from the floor
and only went up to about head level.  Basically, if you were tall enough
you could stand behind the closed door and look over it, directly into the
main mall hallway.  Even better, standing in the mall hallway, you could
look at the dressing rooms and see women as they undressed.  Young
teenagers always claimed the benches across from the entrance so they could
watch panties and jeans fall to the floor under the doors as the girls
tried on suits.

   We wondered through the store picking out several revealing suits for
Ashley to try on.  This time of day the mall was pretty crowded, but we
seemed to be the only ones looking for swimming suits.  A thin high school
girl with long blond hair and a dark tan was the only salesperson.  It
wasn't long, however, before a bevy of boys began gathering at the bench in
the hallway.  Four college students looking for swimming suits meant
someone was probably going to be trying them on soon.

   We finally found four bikinis for Ashley to try on.  She entered the
door and turned around.  The door came to about chin level on her, so she
could see over it easily.  She unbuttoned her shirt, took it off and hung
it up on the hook behind her.  Then she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans.
She then sat down on the floor to take off her shoes.  Mindy, Janet and I
pretended not to notice the guys in the hallway as they watched Ashley. 
The way she was sitting, she couldn't see the boys, but they had a clear
view of her open jeans, the top of her pussy, and when she bent over just
right, her bare breasts.

   She slowly untied her shoes and slid them off.  Then she stood up and
pulled her pants below her hips.  Really playing it up, she sat down on the
floor again and pulled her pants off each leg.  This gave the boys a clear
view of her wide open pussy as she tugged on each pants leg (they really
were tight).

   When she finally had them off she stood up and hung them on the hook
with her shirt.  She slid on her bikini and stepped out for us to look at
it.

   At least 15 guys were standing around the bench watching.  We completely
ignored them.

   Ashley had put on a thong bikini that was about two sizes to small.  The
thong was completely hidden between her ass cheeks.  One pussy lip refused
to stay inside.  The top barely covered her nipples.  She twirled around a
couple of times and then we all, rather loudly, agreed that it was too
small.  She stepped back in to change.

   She dropped the thong and stepped out of it, then removed the top.

   And this is where the plan came together.

   Ashley is a Biology major.  More importantly, Ashley loves bugs.  Even
worse, in my opinion, she loves studying spiders.  She had brought a large
wolf spider with her in a little bag she hid in her shirt pocket.  She said
it was a common house spider, but I'd never seen one that big before -
except the tarantulas at the zoo and in pet stores.  This wasn't nearly
that big, but it was big enough.  It's body was about as big as the end of
my thumb, with long hairy legs.  To me the only good spider is one curled
up in a ball, dead.  But Ashley was fascinated with them.

   She took the spider out of the bag and set it on top of her shirt.  Then
she let out the most bloodcurdling scream I have ever heard.  I swear
everyone in the mall must have heard her.  The door slammed open and she
bounced out, totally nude, still screaming hysterically.

   The sales girl came running over and tried to calm her down, but she
just kept screaming and yelling about spiders, all the while turning and
jumping in an hysterical fit.

   I'll tell you, if Ashley ever decides to quit studying bugs, she could
earn a living as an actress.  Within seconds the hallway was filled with
people wondering what was attacking this poor nude girl.

   After at least two or three minutes a security guard pushed his way
through and grabbed Ashley by both shoulders.

   "Young lady!" he barked.  "What's the meaning of all this?  Where are
your clothes?"

   With a trembling hand Ashley pointed into the dressing room.

   "Well what are you doing out here?" he asked exasperatedly.

   "Spider," she quivered.  "Big, big spider....  on...  my...  shirt... 
hate....  spiders....  big....  spider."

   Trying to hide his smile behind a grim face, he strode to the dressing
room and looked in.  Pulling out his flashlight he carefully shook the
shirt.

   Nothing happened.

   He shook it again.

   Nothing.

   Gingerly he picked it up and shook it out.

   "Well ma'am, there's no spider on this shirt."

   Instead of handing it to her he held it while he knocked the flashlight
against her jeans.

   Nothing.

   He lifted them off the hook and shook them.

   "Oh my God!" he yelled as the spider fell onto his leg.

   Ashley started screaming again.  "THERE IT IS!  THERE IT IS!  KILL IT!
KILL IT!"

   The security guard was having his own little fit as he frantically
knocked it off his leg and then started stamping both feet at once, chasing
the spider as it ran under the swimming suit racks.

   Mindy, Janet and I were about to die!

   There was Ashley, totally nude, jumping around like a crazy woman at the
entrance to the mall, surrounded by people of all ages - men, women,
teenagers, boys and girls - screaming her fool head off.  And a security
guard holding her clothes and running around the store stomping his foot
like some deranged Frankenstein monster!

   "Got it!" he yelled.

   He came strutting out from between the swimming suit racks like Barney
Fife.

   "Alright people!  Move along!  The spider's dead," he announced.

   I swear you'd think he just killed a mountain lion.

   People moved away from the front of the door, but not very far.  Ashley
was still standing in the middle of the store, stark naked.

   "You may get dressed now, ma'am," he stated.

   "Thank you, officer," Ashley whispered in her best Miss Pitiful voice.

   She reached over and hugged him as though he had just rescued her from a
gang of Hell's Angels bent on defiling her innocence.  She pressed her bare
breasts against his chest and opened her legs, pushing her mound against
his crotch.  A red tide rose up his neck and over his face.

   Stepping back he stuttered, "You're welcome."

   Ashley stepped back as well.

   "Umm...  may I have my clothes back?"

   "What?  Oh!  Yea!  Sorry!"

   Taking her jeans she pulled them on right where she stood.

   "No way in Hell I'm going back in that dressing room!" she muttered.

   She picked up her shirt and pulled it on, buttoning the bottom three
buttons and "forgetting" the rest.

   "Come on girls!" she said as though trying to regain her dignity. 
"Let's get out of here!"

   As she strode out of the store the crowd parted like the Red Sea.  We
followed, trying hard not to laugh.

   ******************************************************

   Victoria's Secret sells all kinds of lingerie and 'exotic' apparel. 
Everything from beautiful flowing nightgowns to push up bras and matching
silk panties can be found there.  They also sell outfits that can be worn
in public, if you're daring enough

   This one was bigger than any I'd seen at home.  It was on a corner,
opening on to one of the main squares of the mall.  As a result, it had
entrances on two adjacent sides, with a large open area in between.  The
dressing rooms were located in the very back of the store, secluded and
almost invisible to the rest of the store.  There were small dressing rooms
that opened to a larger secluded viewing area, so that you could walk out
and show someone your outfit without the whole world seeing you.

   The four of us walked around some, getting a feel for the store and how
it was laid out.  It seemed that some of the most revealing stuff was kept
at the front of the store.  Eye candy to pull in horny husbands and
boyfriends.

   A couple of women were whispering together while looking through the
panties and bras.  A young husband was nervously looking through a rack of
teddies.  There were two sales girls, both in their early twenties, talking
at the counter.

   I wanted to do some serious shopping before I actually began the dare.
Since I slept nude and didn't wear underwear anymore, I really didn't need
any lingerie.  But Janet and I both needed some more revealing outfits. 
We'd already bought some things in other stores, but we both knew this
place would probably have the hottest outfits.  We each tried on several
outfits, parading out into the store to show each other and to look for the
next ensemble.  After 15 minutes or so we'd each picked a couple of
extremely short miniskirts and revealing tops.  I also noticed that several
men seemed to have stopped to 'rest' in the main square in front of the
store.  I saw Mark (from my junior high gymnastic team) standing in the
corner trying to be invisible.  On the other side, Mr.  Wright just
happened to be looking in the Radio Shack window.

   I decided to start off elegantly.  I picked a beautiful, long flowing
nightgown.  In the dressing room I slipped off the skirt I'd just tried on
and set it to the side to buy later.  Then I slid the nightgown over my
head.

   My God it felt so luxurious.  It was black silk with a three inch sheer
lace strip winding around it from top to bottom.  My soft whit skin shown
clearly through the lace which passed directly over my right nipple and my
bare pussy.

   Taking a deep breath of courage I stepped out into the store to show my
friends.  Even though I'd been nude in public several times now, it was
still difficult to take that first step.

   I walked into the center of the store while Mindy, Janet and Ashley
oohed and ahhed over it - a little to loudly perhaps.

   A young couple had come in while I was changing and were looking at
nightgowns together.  They grinned at each other as they watched me.  The
man and other ladies had already left.  The sales girls turned to watch,
but made no move to stop me as I twirled around to show my friends.

   I walked over close to the entrance and picked a small teddy from the
rack.  I held it up to my body and then turned to walk back to the dressing
room.  From the corner of my eye I saw a group of teenage guys stop dead in
their tracks.  My audience was building.

   I slid off the nightgown and pulled the teddy on.  It was light blue and
sheer.  Push up cups held my breasts up against delicate lace.  The one
piece outfit hugged my body and wrapped between my legs and up my rear with
a small one inch ribbon of satin.  My breasts were clearly visible and
though my pussy was technically covered the material was so tight against
my skin that nothing was hidden.

   Once again I took a deep breath and walked out into the store.  The guys
were still standing where they'd stopped, hoping I'd come out with it on.
Mr.  Wright was now watching from the other entrance.  Mark had moved a
little closer as well.  One of the sales girls was helping the couple look
at other nightgowns.  They both stopped to watch.  The other sales girl
came towards me.

   I was afraid she was going to kick us out of the store.  Instead she
smiled and asked, "Is there anything in particular you're looking for?"

   "Actually, I'm just looking for something sexy," I replied.

   "Let me show you these," she said as she led me over to a rack against
the wall.

   She pulled out a small one piece rubber outfit.  Since it wasn't sheer I
didn't think it'd be all that sexy, but she assured me that it was and
encouraged me to try it on.

   "I'll be out here when you're ready," she called as I walked back to the
dressing room, my bare ass swaying seductively.

   The young woman that had been looking at outfits with her husband or
boyfriend was just stepping out of the dressing room into the private
viewing area when I walked in.

   She had on a silk baby doll with matching thong panties.  The rear was
nothing more than a string passing up her crack.  It was nearly sheer,
giving a seductive hint of what it covered.

   "May I ask you a question?" she whispered.

   "Sure," I replied.

   "I've never been here before.  My husband told me that everyone tries on
outfits and walks through the store to show their friends like you were. 
The sales girl said the same thing.  Am I really supposed to go out there
in this?"

   My God, how naive could this lady be?  I was an innocent 18 year old
(until last week anyway) and I knew that no one ever walked through
lingerie stores like this.  Yet she was as sincere - and scared - as she
could be.

   "Oh yes," I lied as sincerely as possible.  "People always try on
outfits and model them in the store.  How else will your husband know if he
likes your outfit or not?"

   "Aren't you scared, walking out there almost naked?" she asked.

   "In a dress shop you walk out in the dresses you try on, don't you?"

   "Well, yes."

   "Well.  This is a lingerie shop.  You model what you try on to see if
you like it."

   "That's what my husband said."

   "Go on out.  He'll love it.  You look great!"

   Trying to hold back tears, she stepped out into the store, her bare ass
peaking out from beneath the baby doll.

   I felt a little bad, talking her into revealing herself in public like
that.  But it was also sort of a kick to see someone else exposing herself
for the first time.  I couldn't help but wonder if she would get as turned
on by it as I was.

   Rubber is hard to put on.  The outfit was tiny and all one piece.  I put
my legs in and pulled it up to my hips, then struggled to slide my arms
through the holes.  Finally I got it up to my shoulders and then it snapped
into place.  Literally.  And it felt incredible.

   I stepped into the private viewing area and looked at myself in the
mirror.

   The thin black rubber had molded itself to every part of my body.  It
was a second skin.  I'd never seen anything quite like it before.  I may as
well have been naked.  My nipples.  My pussy.  My ass.  Even my daisy was
clearly visible though totally covered.  I felt and looked incredible!  The
black rubber covered me completely, yet I had never felt more naked. 
Instead of hiding my body, it accentuated it.

   I walked out into the store.  Everybody stopped.  It was actually pretty
funny.  Everyone walking by outside stopped dead in their tracks.  The lady
in the baby doll was looking at teddies with her husband.  Both stopped and
stared.  Even Mindy, Janet, and Ashley were speechless.

   "You look great!" proclaimed my sales girl.

   I grinned.

   "Let me show you something else," she said, and led me right over to the
main entrance.

   Ignoring all the eyes, I followed her.

   She handed me a pair of lace panties, bra, and stockings.

   "Try these on," she suggested.

   Grinning, I turned and walked back to the dressing room.

   The dressing rooms were so small that I didn't even bother going inside.
This rubber was going to be hard to get off.  Instead, I started peeling it
off in the private viewing area.

   I'd just gotten it off and was standing there nude when the lady came
back in.

   "What'd he think?" I asked.

   "He loved it!" she replied, breathlessly.  "Now he wants me to try this
on." She held up a small teddy.

   "You'll look great." I said.  "Are you OK."

   "Yea.  I'm fine.  It's...  It's sort of fun."

   I laughed.  "Yes it is!  By the way, I'm Lisa."

   "Mary Ann.  Good to meet you."

   I sat on a bench and pulled on my lace panties and stockings.  Then
completed the ensemble with the bra.

   Looking in the mirror, I realized that the sales girl really knew what
she was doing.  I looked great.

   The stockings were light red and stopped exactly one inch below my
pussy.

   The bottom was a string bikini of red lace.  An incredibly thin string
held the front panel of red lace and circled around my hips to another
string that slid between my ass cheeks to meet the panel in front.  The
panel was for decoration, not cover.  Nothing was covered.  The panel
disappeared into my pussy lips, never to be seen again.  My golden daisy
had nothing more than a thin red strip over it.

   The top was almost as revealing.  It was sheer red lace that pushed my
breasts up and out.  The lace stopped less than a quarter of an inch above
my nipples.

   Mary Ann just stared at me as I walked into the store.

   I swear no one had moved since my last visit.  Quite a crowd had
gathered at the entrances.  A group of teenage kids were on one side.  Even
women had stopped to wait.

   "Lisa!  Lisa!"

   I looked over to one side and saw Melody and Melanie from my gymnastics
team pulling their parents through the crowd, followed my their older
brother.

   "See.  We told you she'd be here!" they bubbled as they walked up to me.

   For the first time that night I wanted to hide.  It's one thing to
expose yourself to a group of strangers or to friends who know you.  It's
another thing entirely to meet the parents of one of your students, wearing
nothing but see through underwear!

   But there was no where to go.

   "Hello Lisa.  I'm Alistair Foxx.  My girls have told me all about you."

   Their father was perhaps the most handsome man I'd ever seen.  He was
over six feet tall and walked with the natural grace of an athlete.  His
dark hair was perfectly groomed.  His skin perfectly tanned.  His teeth
perfectly straight and white.  He was perfect!  My pussy, already wet from
exposure, began to tingle.

   I shook his outstretched hand, trying not to cover myself with my other
hand.

   He, on the other hand, acted as though it was totally natural to meet a
nearly nude teenager at the mall.

   "This is my wife, Blair, and my son, Charles."

   I shook both their hands.  The whole family could have been models. 
Charles was smiling broadly as his eyes fed on my body.

   "The girls tell us you have to try on five outfits tonight.  What are
you up to?" Blair asked.

   God, this was so weird!

   "Um.  This is my forth."

   "See Dad.  We told you we'd miss it!" the girls whined in unison.

   "Well I've got the perfect outfit for your last one," stated Blair as
she turned to walk towards a rack in the center of the store.

   "I'm a step ahead of you, Mrs.  Foxx," said the sales girl who had been
helping me as she handed Mrs.  Foxx the hanger.

   Grinning, she turned and handed it to me.

   "You must come here a lot," I said.

   "Oh yes.  Ginger here calls me whenever something new comes in that I
might like."

   Without looking at the outfit I walked back to the dressing room.

   Just before I went in, Mary Ann stepped out in her teddy.  It was white
lace and clearly revealed her nipples and the dark patch of curly bush
between her legs.  Her husband was standing near the entrance, forcing her
to walk all the way to the crowd to see him.  From the way her bare ass
swayed, I could tell she was starting to really get into this.

   I walked into the private viewing area and took off my outfit.

   Then I looked at what Blair had given me.  And almost choked.

   It was a harem outfit.  Sort of.

   I put it on and looked in the mirror.

   The bottoms were long, purple, loose, sheer silky material.  Elastic
held it to my ankles.  The legs were split inside the ankles all the way up
to the outside of the elastic belt around my waist.  This had the effect of
pulling the material completely away from my pussy.  I was totally bare!

   The top was a cut out bra.  Gold filigree straps cupped and surrounded
my breasts, but didn't cover them at all!

   A loud round of applause greeted me as I stepped into the store.  I
grinned, actually embarrassed.

   The Foxxes were standing next to the Mary Ann and her husband along with
Mindy, Janet, and Ashley - the crowd right behind them.

   I walked over to them, very aware of my dripping pussy and erect
nipples.

   "You look great!" Blair proclaimed.  Alistair echoed her approval.

   "Show her your daisy!" said the girls in unison - again.  I think they
must share a brain or something.

   I groaned.  "No, I don't think that's necessary," I stated.

   "Sure it is," replied their mother.  "I want to see it."

   With that, she turned me around and bent me over.  Before I was even
aware that I was doing it, I was bending at the waist, legs straight and
apart, with my bare ass pointed to the parents of two of my students and a
crowd of leering strangers.  And I'd never been more excited.

   "Why it's beautiful, Lisa," said Alistair.

   "Is it the metal daisy or the rubber one?" asked Blair.

   "Let's see," replied her husband before I could answer.

   With that he reached forward, gripped one of my ass cheeks, and gently
pulled the daisy out of my ass.  I gasped in surprise.

   "It's the steel one," stated Blair.  "Stainless steel with gold plate.
Joe got you the real thing," she said approvingly, still holding me down
with her hand on the small of my back.

   Alistair placed one hand against my pussy as he gently slid the daisy
back into may ass.  I moaned quietly.

   "The steel one is much better because it's easier to clean and slides in
so much easier," lectured Blair to her husband and the crowd.

   She kept going, but I don't have any idea what she said.  Alistair was
sliding the dildo in and out of my ass while ostensibly holding me open
with his hand between my legs.  His fingers were gently rubbing a wiggling
between my pussy lips, gently prodding my clitoris.

   The world around me seemed to fade away.  Melody and Melanie were gone.
Their older brother Charles disappeared.  Mindy, Janet, and Ashley faded
away.  Mark was a forgotten memory.  Mr.  Wright was unknown.  The crowd
around me evaporated.

   My only sensation, my only thought, my only desire was Alistair's
fingers against my soaking pussy and the hardness of the dildo invading and
retreating in my throbbing ass.

   I began rocking back and forth to the rhythm of his movements, pushing
my pussy against his soft hand while Blair rattled on about various anal
stimulators.

   My breathing was short.  Gasping.  My eyes closed.

   Suddenly he pushed three fingers deep into my pussy while simultaneously
pinching my clitoris with his thumb and shoving the dildo deep into my ass!

   My orgasm exploded as I stood straight up, impaling myself on his hard
fingers, screaming loudly as waves of ecstasy rolled through my pussy and
ass up my spine and out my mouth.  It wouldn't stop.  Wave after wave shot
through me.  Every time it began to subside he would pinch my clit again
creating a new cascade of waves through my body.

   Finally I was exhausted.

   When I came to my senses Alistair was literally holding my up by his
hand in my pussy.  I was leaning back against his arm with all my weight.

   The crowd was staring wide eyed and open mouthed.  No one said a word.
Even Mindy, Janet, and Ashley were speechless.  The M&M girls were grinning
like Cheshire cats.

   Smiling, Blair lifted me off of her husband's hand.  It sounded like
someone squeezing a sponge.  I gasped as he flicked my clit on the way out.

   Blair reached over and took her husbands hand.  Looking me straight in
the eye she held it to her mouth and ran her tongue up all three fingers at
once.

   "Sweet as honey," she purred.

   I smiled, embarrassed.

   I looked at Mary Ann.  She had quietly backed up against her husband's
body and was humping his hand.  He had unsnapped the crotch and was pushing
his fingers in and out of her wet pussy.

   Still filled with arousal, I stepped to her, squatted, and licked her
exposed clit.

   That one touch sent her over the edge.  With a loud animal-like grunt
she climaxed, pushing down hard on her husband's hand.  I continued
tickling her clit until her movements settled down.

   I turned to face the crowd and was greeted with applause.  I grinned,
Mary Ann's juices dripping off my chin.

   I took Mary Ann by the hand and we walked back to the changing room,
legs shaking unsteadily.















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