Bare Butt Breakfast (archives)

“Some of the girls will be wearing tops,” Donna said.

“I know, honey.”  Crysta stroked Donna’s pretty hair.  “But those girls are wimps.”


“Do you promise we can come back and put on some clothes before class?”

Crysta laughed.  “Of course, my prudish little friend.”  She gave Donna a quick kiss on the lips, and then pulled away, but Donna wanted more.  “Later,” Crysta promised.  “But first, we need to make our appearance at Bare Butt Breakfast.”

“I just don’t see why we can’t go bottomless or something.  Lots of girls won’t even go that far.  They’ll be wearing aprons, I bet.”

“I know, but I just feel like being naked this morning.”

“Well, then, why don’t you just be naked by yourself?  Why do you need to drag me into your little naked schemes?”

“Because I’m shy.  What if I’m the only naked girl at Bare Butt Breakfast?”

“That’s just what I’m afraid of.  I’m afraid you and I will be the only naked girls there.”

“At least we won’t be alone, then.”

“You wore me down.  Let’s go.”

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