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Ocean Bottom

“Donna, you won’t believe what your wicked roommate did to me today!” It was Nancy, whom Donna knew casually. Her room was on the second floor of the dorm, in the other wing.

Donna looked up from her studying, and smiled when she saw Nancy was naked. Although it’s not unusual for girls to go naked in the dorm (the girls are like sisters, after all) Donna almost always wore something. Today she was wearing the bottoms of the pajamas she shared with Crysta. Crysta liked to wear the top, and fancied it covered her pussy, but it really didn’t, and Donna didn’t have the heart to tell her — it’s too late, now, anyway, because she let Crysta go out in public wearing just the pajama top, and led her to believe she was decently covered.

But I digress. Donna got up from her desk, and sat down on her bed, ignoring the fact that her pj bottoms were a bit too big for her, and slid down to reveal a deliciously flat abdomen and a seductively cute bit of her butt crack. She patted the spot next to her. “What did she do this time?” Her smile was seductive.

Nancy sat down next to Donna. She had cute blonde hair on her head, not too long, and was hairless everywhere else. She didn’t flinch when Donna rested her hand in her lap. “It started when she invited me to the beach.”

Donna looked up, into Nancy’s eyes. She wanted to say, “Oh, the beach trick again,” but she didn’t say anything. She wanted to hear Nancy tell the story in her own words.

Nancy spread her legs apart to get comfortable on the bed, and seemed happy to let Donna probe her lips as she told her story. “She told me to meet her at Nick’s Shack, and I didn’t have to bring a bathing suit because she had an extra one for me. I believed her, so I just went down there.”

“What were you wearing?” Donna asked.

“A t-shirt.”

“Any panties?”

Nancy looked down and blushed a little. “Yes,” she said quietly. “I know I’m not supposed to wear panties out, but my t-shirt was really short, you see.”

“It’s OK,” Donna said, and gave Nancy a little kiss to put her at ease.

Nancy turned to face Donna, stradling her with her legs. Donna gently pushed Nancy down onto the bed, and touched her finger to Nancy’s lips as if to say, “Relax”. And she did relax, as Donna stroked her inner thighs. Starting at one knee, moving slowly up the leg, and then skipping over her pussy to the other thigh, and down to her knee. Nancy let out a little gasp every time Donna got close to her pussy.

Donna lied down next to Nancy, and whispered in her ear, “Go on with your story.”

Nancy didn’t even notice that Donna’s pj’s had slipped off her rump. “So I went down to Nick’s in my t-shirt and panties, and there was Crysta in a bikini with some of her friends. She said, go ahead and tell Nick to get you a bathing suit. So I did. Nick asked me if I wanted a ‘standard’ bathing suit, so I shrugged and said yeah. So then Nick asked me for a deposit.”

Donna supressed a laugh. This was the oldest trick in the book, and Nancy fell for it, with Crysta and her friends watching.

“A deposit?” I said.

“Sure,” Nick said. “Like your shirt, maybe. Your shirt’ll do,” he said.

“You want me to give you my shirt?” I said. I couldn’t believe it. So I start to go inside. I’m looking for a changing room. I was thinking I would throw my shirt over the partition, and then Nick would give me the bathing suit. But Nick tells me to stand out on the boardwalk, with old ladies and little boys walking back and forth, and for me to take off my shirt in public.

“Good thing you had panties, huh.” Donna said.

“That’s what I was thinking. I looked at Crysta, and she was motioning for me to take off my shirt. I thought, what the heck. I’ve been topless before, and it would be very brief — just until I got my bathing suit.

“So you took off your shirt in public?” Donna prompted.

“Yes,” Nancy continued. “I looked both ways, and no one besides Crysta seemed to be looking at me, so I just grabbed the bottom of my shirt with both hands and yanked it off me, like pulling off a band-aid. I handed Nick my shirt, expecting him to hang it neatly someplace, but he just tossed it on the floor and stared at my tits.”

“They are nice,” Donna said, gently stroking Nancy’s chest. Donna smiled as her nipples sprang to life.

“Thank you,” said Nancy. “So I held out my hand, expecting my bathing suit. A deal’s a deal, right? Well, not at Nick’s apparently. He said he wanted my panties, too!”

“Really?!” Donna seemed utterly amazed by this.

“Yes, can you believe it? I started to complain, but Nick said I could stand out there making a scene with my boobs bouncing up and down or I could strip naked, and get my bathing suit. I was really mad by this time, let me tell you. I told him I just wanted my shirt back, and I was going home. He said go ahead, but you’re not getting your shirt back. For a second I even thought about going home wearing just my panties, but I could practically smell the bathing suit. I calmed down a bit, and realized that if I just gave him my panties, he would give me the bathing suit, and I would be fully covered up again. The longer I delayed, the longer people would be looking at my tits, so I decided to pull down my panties. I looked around again, but this time it seemed to me that everyone was watching me.”

“What did you do?” Donna asked, stroking Nancy’s wet pussy.

“I sucked up my pride, and started pulling my panties down. I thought if I just pulled them down an inch or two it would get easier. So I slipped my fingers into the waistband, and gently lowered them. Oh, Donna, I don’t want to tell this part of the story.”

“It’s OK, Nancy,” Donna said. “I think I know what happened to you, and it’s OK. The same thing happens to me if I have to strip in public.”

This helped a lot. Nancy relaxed, and said the thing she was so shy to reveal: “My pussy was wet from the anticipation of stripping. And it was all puffy and red. I didn’t want people to see me like that.”

“It’s OK,” Donna said, stroking Nancy’s sopping wet pussy.

Nancy spread her legs even farther apart, and continued her story. “So I pulled my panties down, slowly over my thighs, then my knees, bending at the waist as I slowly lowered them. My back was to the majority of the crowd that had gathered to watch me strip, and I had no idea people could see my pussy from behind, but I guess my legs weren’t all the way together.”

Donna said, “It was good, in a way, that you didn’t know they could see your pussy, because you would have been even more embarrassed if you knew.”

“I suppose so,” Nancy said. She nuzzled Donna as she continued. “So I finally get my panties off, and hand them to Nick. Once again, I hold out my hand, expecting a bathing suit. But he gives me a piece of paper instead.”

“A suit ticket,” Donna said.

“That’s right! How did you know?”

Donna shrugged.

Nancy went on with her story. “What’s this?” I demanded.

“It’s a suit ticket,” Nick said. He told me to take it clear to the other end of the boardwalk to a place called Tony’s and I would get my bathing suit.

“Your standard bathing suit,” Donna said.

“Right. My standard bathing suit. What a joke.” She paused to collect her thoughts. “So here I am, stark naked, with Crysta and two of her friends, all in two-piece bathing suits. I felt really out of place, to put it mildly. I just wanted to streak to Tony’s and finish this God-awful transaction. But the girls were being stupid. They kept stopping along the way to admire the stupid toy buckets and shovels in all the little stores on the boardwalk. I kept pulling them forward, and they kept putting their arms around me, slowing me down, and even fondling me. Crysta couldn’t keep her hands out of my butt crack, it was really annoying!”

“She does that to me, too,” Donna said. “It’s just her way of being affectionate.”

“I know, but can’t she wait until I get my bathing suit on first, and then she can be as affectionate as she wants.” Back to the story: “So we finally get to Tony’s, and I hand him the paper. He looks at it like it’s the strangest thing he’s ever seen, then he looks at me. He looks me up and down, and I’m so afraid he’s gonna notice my pussy is puffy and wet. But I guess he didn’t notice, or he didn’t care. He disappears into the back room, and then comes back with the tiniest thong I had ever seen.”

“Your standard bathing suit?” Donna asked.


“Standard? I don’t think so. I told him to try again, so he comes back with a bikini bottom — still small, but not completely ridiculous. So I put it on, and ask him for the top.”

“Top?” Nick says, still looking at the ticket. “It says here, One Standard Bathing Suit.” He emphasized each word, and ran his dirty finger along the smudged ticket.

So I look at Crysta, and she starts laughing. “A standard bathing suit is a bikini bottom,” she explains. “I thought you knew that!”

“Now why would I know that?” I ask, my hands on my hips. I was so pissed by this time I didn’t even care about people seeing my boobs any more.

“At least your wet pussy was finally covered.” Donna tried to look on the bright side.

“You’re right about that. I was back to being just topless. And after being naked for so long, it felt a lot better. I decided to forgive Crysta for tricking me into going topless. I looked around the beach, and saw quite a few topless girls, so I didn’t feel so out of place.”

“Bring me back the bathing suit,” Nick said, “and I’ll give you a receipt so you can get your deposit back.”

“Oh, crap!” Did I say that out loud? I suddenly realized I would have to give Tony back his little bikini bottom and then walk naked clear over to the Nicks to get my clothes back.

“Don’t worry,” Crysta said. “We’re all in the same boat. We’ll be naked together. You’ll see, it’ll be fun.”

I thought about it, and realized it would be a lot more fun if I wasn’t the only naked girl. If the four of us were all naked together, then we could go and sit down at a restaurant, maybe. I mean no one would be staring just at my wet pussy. Still, I wasn’t completely convinced that it was a good thing. “OK, I guess.”

Crysta was the first to suggest going in the water, and we all followed. It wasn’t long before a wave broke all around me. It really surprised me — it felt like the water was washing right up me, and then I realized I didn’t have my bathing suit any more.


I checked the water all around me, but it was nowhere to be found. Did it sink? I looked under the water, but I couldn’t see very well. I felt around for it. I called to the other girls, and asked them to help me find my bathing suit. But it was no use. It was lost. I hid in the water for as long as I could, but eventually I had to come out onto the beach. I was getting cold!


“Do you think Tony will understand when I tell him I lost his bathing suit?” I asked the girls.

“No,” they said in unison, then laughed. I didn’t think it was very funny. I tried to forget I was naked, and just enjoy swimming and lying in the sun with my friends.

After a long day of fun in the sun, we got ready to go. The other girls all stripped off their bathing suits and handed them to Tony and got their receipts. Then it was my turn. “I– I–” I stammered. Finally I built up enough courage to tell him I lost my bathing suit.

“No suit, no receipt.” he said firmly.

“Please?” I begged.

Crysta took me by the arm, and said, “Don’t worry about it. We’re all naked anyway now. Let’s just have some fun.”

I looked from one naked girl to the next, and realized she was right. We went on some rides on the boardwalk, like the big slide — for a brief moment, I used the burlap sliding rug as a skirt, and it felt good to be covered again, if only for a minute.

“I’m hungry,” Crysta said. We decided to go into a sit-down restaurant. I can’t tell you what a relief it was to be with other naked girls. There’s real safety in numbers, let me tell you. I could do this any time in a group.


But then we got to Tony’s and the other girls all got their clothes, and managed to cover themselves up, more or less.

“I bet Crysta was still bottomless, though,” Donna predicted.

“Yes, she was wearing a pajama top, so her whole ass and pussy was out,” Nancy agreed. “That was actually some comfort to me as we walked back to the college.”

“That was a nice story,” Donna said.

“But wait,” Nancy said, “It’s not over. While we were walking back, Crysta and I played a little game of Truth or Dare. She dared me to stay naked for 24 more hours.”

“Did you take the dare?”

“I had to, but only if she told the truth.”

“What did you ask her?”

“Whether she had anything to do with me losing my bathing suit.”

“So did she?”

“She claims innocence, and she swears that’s the truth, but I always see a little smile on the corners of her lips when she says that. When I call her on it, she says she just thinks it’s funny how my tits jiggle when I put my hands on my hips.”

Donna gasped, and put her hand to her lips. “You’re in my anatomy class, right? We have a big test tomorrow!”

This hit Nancy like a ton of bricks. “Oh, shit, I forgot! I was going to stay in bed, but now I have to go to class naked. Shit!”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Donna said, as she kissed Nancy full on the lips. Nancy responded, and the two girls went at it for a couple hours.

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