Today’s pretty girl relaxes in the Student Center with a cool drink at the end of the day. . .
“I feel so comfortable wearing a long dress like this,” she told me.
“A ‘long’ dress?” I asked.
She laughed. “I know you can see my pussy,” she admitted. “I got over that fear back in high school.”
“You let people see your pussy in high school?”
“Are you kidding?? High school was worse than here, can you believe it? I pitied the poor girls whose parents made them wear panties!”
“Really? Why? What happened to those girls?”
“Well, for one thing, the other girls would routinely strip them down to their panties, then rub their clothes in dog poop, and hand the poopy clothes back to her.”
“Would the girl put on the poopy clothes?”
“No! Ha! That would be funny, though,” she laughed. “She would leave the clothes on the sidewalk, and go into the school building wearing nothing but her panties.
“That must have been embarrassing. Girls can be mean sometimes, I guess.”
“Yeah, I guess… Anyway, it didn’t take me long to learn not to wear panties. None of the girls ever wore any underwear. Not even a bra. Luckily, I was never that big on top; I felt sorry for some of the big-busted girls. The boys used to laugh at the way their boobs bounced around.”
“That’s terrible,” I said. “How did you cope with that ‘panty mafia’?”
“Good one. ‘Panty Mafia’ Ha! Well, I did what I had to do. I tried to wear jeans or shorts, but even that got too risky. I was constantly horrified to watch decent girls get ‘pantsed’ — their pants or skirts pulled down around their ankles so everyone could see their cute little pussies. Any girl who didn’t show a little cheek was at risk, so the only bottom I could wear safely was a tiny skirt. Believe me, it was scary to come to school showing so much cheek, and not being allowed to wear even a thong!”
“I can imagine…”
“Then, around the middle of my senior year, things took a turn. All of a sudden, girls weren’t allowed to wear any kind of bottom — even the shortest skirts were off-limits. The only thing that was safe to wear to school was a top. I remember I used to have terrible arguments with my mom. It took me forever to convince her it was the style to wear just a top, with nothing under it. And my mom was pretty progressive. I mean, she was okay with me not wearing panties, and even showing a little cheek. Other girls had it much worse. They had to sneak out of their house, or even change at their boyfriends’ houses. At least I could get dressed in front of my mom, and she would let me out of the house, even if perhaps a little reluctantly. The thing my mom was always harping on was that my pussy had to be covered. But, you see, that was a problem at the school, because any girl who showed up with her pussy covered got stripped naked. And believe me, there were plenty of naked girls every day. I felt really sorry for them, especially when the principal started making examples of them.”
“Did he call their parents, and make them pick up their naked little girls?”
“No, worse. He picked one naked girl each day, and made her stand in the middle of the cafeteria during lunch. There were little footprint decals on the floor, about three or four feet apart, and she had to put her feet in them, and hold her arms over her head for thirty minutes at a time.”
“Wow, that must have been tiring for them.”
“Yeah, no joke. But you don’t even know the half of it. Whenever one of the naked girls would start to get excited, the boys all gathered around, and make comments and laugh at her. If her nipples got hard, the boys would comment on that. Let me ask you: Do you know what happens to a girl just before she cums?”
“I’ll tell you: her vagina opens up, and takes adorable little gulps of air. I can’t tell you how humiliating it is for the poor girl to stand there cumming while the boys are laughing and making comments about her vagina!”
“Wait. I don’t understand something. Why would the poor girl reach orgasm just from being forced to stand naked in the cafeteria?”
“Oh, you mean you didn’t realize there would be cucumbers involved in this?”
“And dildos. And vibrators. Trust me, those boys tortured every naked girl who was forced to stand there in that cafeteria. And not just the boys, either. Some of the girls were pretty mean, too. They knew just how to torture a girl to keep her right on the edge of cumming without actually cumming. They would make the naked girl beg for it, and then still not let her cum.”
“None of that actually happened, did it?”
She was taken aback. Then she burst out laughing. “No! . . . Well, most of it didn’t happen. One or two girls were stripped down to their panties, and that was very embarrassing for them, to be sure. And I had arguments with my mother about wearing a stretchy top without anything under it, that part is true. I used to win those arguments by holding it down to cover me just enough to get out of the house, and then letting it relax back to its more sexy shape after I was out of my mom’s sight!”
“How sexy was it?”
“Ha ha! Well, let me put it this way: None of the other girls ever accused me of wearing panties!”