My Friend Chloe

Hello once again! It’s me, Abby. Today I’d like to tell you about another friend of mine. From the moment we met, I always looked up to her. Her name is Chloe. She’s fantastic and has an incredible dress sense. She’s always wearing something cool and trendy and loves dressing up in girly clothes but the only thing is that she can be a bit of a tomboy.

The other day, we were strolling though the campus to see the birds the local zoo had loaned to the college. As usual, Chloe had on a really nice dress.
She bent down to get a closer look at the birds in the cage and I just couldn’t help but comment.

“Wow Chloe! That’s another great dress you’ve got on!”

“Thanks Abby, you don’t look too shabby yourself!” she said standing up.

“Thanks,” I said but that’s when I noticed something. As I mentioned before, Chloe was a bit of a tomboy so she would wear all these nice clothes but not wear them properly. For instance, now that she was standing up, she did not readjust her dress. Her bottom was hanging out.

“Chloe, fix your dress! You don’t want a passing boy to apply the ‘groping rule’, do you?”

“What?” She hadn’t even noticed. I had to quickly fix it for her before any boys around got smart ideas. She helped too, firmly pulling her dress down.

“Oh, thanks Abby. What would I do without you?”

“Probably be fondled a million times a day!” I said jokingly. “Just remember to think ladylike, ok? This is precisely why we’re not allowed to wear underwear under our skirts and dresses, to help us to remember to be decent at all times.”

“Yeah, I know, but I just forgot,” she said and went back to the bird watching.

Moments later, she was following the birds that were flying around the cage. They swooped down low and landed near the bottom.  Without thinking she crouched again but this time remembered her dress. She stood, pulled her dress down even more, and then crouched again to look at them.

“My butt’s not out now is it?” she asked with a smile. She already knew it wasn’t but wanted a little praise for remembering this time and I was pleased that she did.

“No, well done!” But then I spotted something else. In her eagerness to stop her butt from being exposed, she had pulled her dress down far too much, revealing her breasts.

“Oh, Chloe. Look at your chest!”

“Huh?” she said clueless. She looked down to see her breasts popping out over the top. “Oh! I thought things felt a bit chilly all of a sudden!” she said laughing off her mistake.

“Aren’t you going to fix it?” I asked.

She was about to then stopped.

“I can’t fix it,” she said. “If I pull my dress up to cover my tits, then my butt will be on display. It would be very rude of me to flash my butt at everyone walking by. No one’s going to want to see that!”

“Isn’t it rude of you to ‘flash’ your tits too,” I questioned.

“Well, I suppose it is but I have to choose the lesser of two evils. Exposing my tits is not as bad as exposing my butt.”

I didn’t know what to say back to her. She had me confused and I didn’t know if she was correct or not. After a pause, I had just thought of a good argument to put to her when she shifted her position to get a better look at the birds.

“Chloe! If you’re going to crouch like that, at least shut your legs! I can see everything!” What was worse was that there were a group of boys behind me who could see her vagina too. Luckily for her, they were freshmen and didn’t quite have the courage to apply the fondling rule.

“Gosh, Chloe you’re such a tomboy!” I said as I rushed over to her. I straightened her out, fixing her dress perfectly so that it covered her butt and her tits. “This is how you do it, ok? Keep your legs together and if you must sit on the floor, sit like this,” I said repositioning her.

“Thanks, Abby. I just don’t know why I can’t get the hang of this.”

“You just need to listen to me and practice. Remember, I said it before, just think like a lady, like one of the posh aristocrats from England.”

“Oh, I see. I think I get it now.”

I was glad that she’d finally understood. She went back to bird watching looking fully decent, without her vagina or tits showing.

The boys that had been watching Chloe earlier found her very attractive and couldn’t take their eyes off her. I could see they were desperate to strike up a conversation with her but were actually quite shy. I think it was because I was around too. She caught what was going on.

“Abby, one of those boys is quite cute, but he’s not going to come over with you standing here.”

She wanted me to make myself scarce. As I already had a boyfriend, I didn’t mind but I didn’t want to move too far away in case she needed my help. I walked a few steps away and sure enough, the boys went over to her. She sat on the ground to get comfortable.

“I like your dress,” one of them said.

“Oh, thank you,” she said bashfully. She was so flattered by the complement from a boy that thoughts of being ladylike completely left her brain. She started to swing one of her legs in shyness which left her legs open.

“Oh, no! Chloe!” I thought. I tried to mouth and gesture for her to close her legs but her attention was taken by the boys and she didn’t get what I was saying. I nearly rushed over to her again but thought that it would be more embarrassing for her if I suddenly turned up and shut her legs for her.
Since they weren’t open too wide at the moment, I was hopeful that the boys around her wouldn’t have noticed anything much.

I moved to a slightly different location to try to get her attention. One of the boys began to tell a long joke. She was so engrossed in it, she completely neglected to mind the way she was sitting and shifted her position again, totally absorbed and what I had been fearing happened; she absentmindedly opened her legs even wider totally immersed in the boy’s joke.

I frantically waved about trying to grab her attention. Again, I didn’t want to humiliate her by walking straight over and forcing her legs closed in front of those boys.

Eventually she noticed me and as clueless as she was, I think she got my drift. She finally brought her legs together closing them firmly and started shifting about, adjusting her dress and just when I thought she had it, she turned over and looked at me proud as if to say: “There! I’m fully decent and ladylike!”

She thought she had done it but as you can see, she had made the problem worse.

This made the boys even keener to win her over and they were all trying to outdo each other with their best jokes and funny musings.

I tried to think of a way to extract her from the situation without causing her any embarrassment.

“Hey Chloe!” I yelled. “I just saw Brian Turner go into the canteen!”

She had a huge crush on Brian. She leapt up and ran over to me. But I think I had said the wrong thing. I had got her so excited that she completely forgot to fix her dress now that she was standing and it was halfway up her torso. She saw the look of absolute horror on my face and only then did she figure to fix her dress.

“Oops!” she said, shyly.

“One of these days I’m going to have to shake the tomboy out of you!” I said exasperated.

4 thoughts on “My Friend Chloe

  1. base

    Tomboy sure looks good on her. Lots of girls rebel against being “ladylike” as they should. Sometimes it is taken too far, and a lady might not show an ankle in public. I think it is wonderful Chloe is comfortable and relaxed in her own special way.

    1. Abby

      Thanks for your opinion Mr. Base but I’m only trying to look out for my friend and stop her from exposing herself to unwanted situations. For instance, there was this one time when we were on lunch and walking past a park. She suddenly spotted the play area and got very excited. She was wearing a really cute mini skirt (and still conforming to the college rules, so she was not wearing underwear). She really wanted to go on the Jungle Gym bars. I knew this was a bad idea considering what she was wearing but being such a tomboy she just didn’t care and off she ran straight for them.
      Before I knew it, she was upside down with her little skirt falling about her torso leaving her butt and vagina on full view of all the other people around. Luckily, there were no young kids about but there were loads of boys from the college playing football nearby. Spotting Chloe hanging upside down on the bars, naked below the waist, some of the boys came over and crouched underneath her. I tried to shoo them away but they claimed they were there in case Chloe fell they could catch her, but I knew what they were up too. They were just trying to get a good look at my friend’s bare peachy butt and hairless vagina.

  2. Kiki

    Thanks, Abby for sharing this story about your pretty friend, Chloe. I understand how hard it is for her to keep herself covered up, and I think you’re doing a fine job teaching her. Can I suggest that when the two of you are together, and you notice Chloe’s butt is bare, that you gently stroke her, reaching between her cheeks, and between her legs? Teach her not to show surprise when you touch, and to stay relaxed. If she is embarrassed at getting excited, help her to understand that it’s completely normal, and to just enjoy it. Then she won’t be caught off guard later if a boy should grope her. Let us know how the two of you progress in your wearing of pretty clothes and adherence to the Dress Code.

    1. Abby

      Thank you Kiki for your advice. I tried what you said yesterday and this is what happened.

      As usual, Chloe was wearing a really cute outfit; denim blouse and matching skirt. However the skirt was VERY short. We were in line in the lunch hall and she kept dropping her stuff and instead of discreetly crouching to pick them up, she just bent straight over. Her skirt rode up and exposed her butt and pussy to everyone. So, I tried what you said, instead of verbally telling her, I placed my hand over her pussy cupping it and started stroking her gently. I thought this would be good for two reasons:
      1) to hide her pussy from all the boys around.
      2) I thought the surprise of me touching her pussy without warning would shock her in to realising it was on display.

      She stood up instantly but then she separated her legs a little so I could touch her more. I continued to glide my fingers over her labia so I could really enforce my point about how easy it was to grope her when she allowed herself to be exposed. I asked her if she understood why I was still rubbing her pussy. She said it was because I was a good friend. I thought she understood but then she added that I was a good friend because I could tell that she had been very sexually frustrated lately and I was trying to relieve her! She had taken my help the complete wrong way!
      I began to feel a slimy moisture on fingers as her pussy juice started oozing down my hand. I pulled away hoping none of the boys would notice and wanted to discreetly get Chloe back to her dorm room before she was inspected. I told her to follow me without making a scene but on the way out, she kept sticking her hand under her skirt and rubbing her pussy, drawing attention to herself. I kept telling her to wait till she was in her room but she just couldn’t resist her urges and we were stopped by a boy who demanded to smell our fingers. He sniffed Chloe’s and of course smelt her pussy juices on them then. I tried to tell him that it was Chloe’s pussy he could smell on my fingers but he thought I was lying and trying to get out of a consensual rape. He called another inspector and they both gave us ‘what we had coming’, as he put it, however, he said to me that because I lied and tried to get out of it, I have to be taught an extra lesson so he said to his friend: “…do her in the butt!”


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