|Was yesterday a dream? Or did I go to school topless and watch two of my classmates fuck in the front of the room while just about every other girl was completely bottomless, and one boy was naked? The point totals don’t lie. Altogether, the girls earned an amazing 30 points yesterday, with the nine point earners all earning at least three points. Alas, I wasn’t among them, because the micro-miniskirt I had fashioned out of a pair of panties was no match against the bottomless girls.
Still, I managed to stay out of the doghouse. Poor Courtney had yet to earn a single point. Poor Chelsea was traumatized by spending the weekend naked, and over-reacted, wearing a dress and panties every day. Still, her dress was short enough on Tuesday to earn her one point. On Friday, I slipped my hands under her robe, and hugged her. It felt good to press our breasts together, and kiss. I told her she should loosen up a bit, and earn some points, or else history would repeat itself. I hope she will learn this lesson.
Kathy, Brittany, Laurie, Alex and Mandy all have three points, so they share the doghouse with Courtney and Chelsea. But it’s early yet. A few of these girls can still break out, and leave the others in their dust.
For some reason, I have managed to stay out of the doghouse without really trying. For one thing, I’ve pretty much given up on wearing panties, so when I get one point, I automatically get another one. For another, I like to wear loose tops, the kind that give a side-view of my boobs, and that’s usually good enough to earn another point. Especially during the early going, a dress doesn’t have to be really short to get me selected. This week, I was selected three times, and won 2 or 3 points each time, so I’m pretty happy about that.
Then, on the weekend, like today, I can cover myself up. It’s like saving myself for the week, wearing a skirt or jeans with a cute top, or else just a simple t-shirt and panties. I’m pampering myself with clothes today and tomorrow, so that I can endure another skimpy-clothes week.
Today my boyfriend picked me up to go to the beach, so I wore a t-shirt and my bikini bottoms. They don’t mind girls going topless at the beach, so my plan was to take off my shirt when we got there. As soon as I got in his convertible, he kissed me, and secretly pulled the strings that untied my bottoms. I pretended not to notice, and just sat there with my bottoms undone. We stopped along the way at a convenience store, and I still pretended not to notice my bottoms were undone, so I just got out of the car, leaving them on the seat. My t-shirt was long enough to cover me, anyway, except for the very bottom of my butt, which my boyfriend thought was very cute.
In the store, we loaded up with junk food — chips, sodas, and some of those Mexican things, I forget what they’re called. I noticed my bikini bottom was gone, and grinned at my boyfriend. What did he do with it? We threw the stuff in the car, and got back on the road. The wind in my hair felt so good, I kissed him, and leaned my head on his shoulder. He put his hand on my leg, and stroked me gently. Life was delicious!
Soon, we got to the beach and parked. Usually I take my top off and leave it in the car, so I don’t have to carry it. “Can I have my bottom, now?” I asked him.
“What?” he said, lifting my shirt.
I slapped my hand away, but not fast enough. An old man and his wife saw that I was bottomless.
“Where is it?” he asked.
“Stop kidding,” I said.
“I’m not kidding.” I looked in his eyes. He wasn’t kidding.
“Well, then, we’ll just have to buy me a bottom, then.”
“With what?” He opened his wallet, revealing just two dollars.
“Let’s see what we can find,” I said, hopefully.
We went to the boardwalk, and looked in all the little stores. No bathing suits were under $20. Dejected, we went into the last store, which was a kind of hardware store. “Am I going to find a sexy bikini here?” I asked.
The proprietor heard me. “What’s the matter, dear,” he asked. “Do you need a bottom to wear on the beach?”
“Let me see,” he said, lifting my shirt. I pulled away, so he explained, “I’m just checking your size, sweety.” I grabbed the bottom of my shirt, and lifted it up above my belly button, so he could look at me. He disappeared into another room for a long time.
“You can put your shirt down, now,” said my boyfriend.
“Oh,” I giggled, and let it go, and then the man appeared with something that looked like a belt.
“Lift your shirt again, honey,” he said. The old man was so sweet, I did as he said. He wrapped the belt around me, and cinched it. Then he stood back to admire his handiwork. “That’ll be $2 for the duct tape,” he said.
“Duct tape?!” I was aghast.
“It looks good on you,” said my boyfriend.
Well, at least I wasn’t bottomless. I could take off my t-shirt in public now. As I kissed my boyfriend, I saw the old man winking at us.
Here’s proof that a girl can be fully clothed and still look gorgeous!
|Posted By Richard Hertz At 1:53 AM
reposted by base 2017