Pretty Girl of the Day 1/7/2013

Today, I was just getting some sun when I just have dozed off for a few minutes.  While I was sleeping I had the most wonderful dream.  I imagined I was getting a deep and relaxing massage with lots of exotic oils and fragrances.  I was swept away by the moment, and then, just as I was about to cum, I woke up.

To my surprise, I wasn’t alone.  That massage I was dreaming about — it was actually happening, and in my dream when I felt like I was about to cum — I was really on the verge of cumming.  The exotic oils were my own juices, which the boy was using to make sure I was fully lubricated.  He made me get on my hands and knees, and all I wanted to do was cum.

He slid his dick into me, and it felt sooooo gooood!  He didn’t even have to push once before I came.   Mmmmmmm.  He held me and pushed, and it felt so good.  He tickled my belly, and rubbed my tits, and then he stiffened up, and pulled out of me.

“Is something wrong?” I asked.

“No, honey,” he said, “I just want to keep fucking you, you’re so beautiful!  Just let me relax a bit.  I need to relax just a little.”

I giggled, because I know the feeling.  It’s so delicious being right on the edge of cumming without cumming.  A really good sex partner knows how to keep you hanging there, yearning for that one touch that will send you over the edge.  He turned me over on my back, and spread my legs.   Mmmmmm, I think I’m cumming again!

This time, he didn’t hold back, he pushed his dick hard inside me, and pulled me up and hugged me hard, holding my butt, and even massaging my butt hole as he came inside me.   Oh, boy, oh boy, that felt so good.  I don’t normally kiss boys who rape me but this one was so sweet, I kissed him long and hard as I kept cumming, oh, his fingers were so tingly on my butt, and his mouth was so delicious, I held him tight and didn’t let go for a long, long time.  Mmmmmmm!

Pretty Girl of the Day 1/6/2013

Today’s pretty girl is at the pool, so she happens to be naked, I hope you don’t mind.

I like to go to the pool.  It’s relaxing.  As you may know, all girls are expected to remain naked in the pool area, due to the Dress Code rules against carrying clothes.  You see, we can’t carry bathing suits to the pool area without violating the Dress Code, so we simply remove our clothes and swim in the nude.

I know what you’re thinking.  It’s what I used to think when I was a freshman: the boys will just fondle me until I get excited, and then they’ll accuse me of being sexually excited, and then fuck me.

Relax.  That doesn’t happen here.  Well, not much, anyway.  Two things: first, boys aren’t supposed to fondle girls in the pool area, just because we’re naked.  It’s an unwritten rule.   Second, we’re allowed to get a little excited here without being raped.  Of course, if a boy wants to fondle me, I have to let him, and if I get excited, and he wants to fuck me, I have to let him do that, too.  But most boys just watch.  They don’t touch.  So it’s a fun place to come and play.

When I play football with the boys, they always like it if I play center, and a boy on my team plays quarterback.  He generally gets right behind me, and sometimes runs his hands up and down my thighs to relax me.  It’s a fun game.

Pretty Girl of the Day 1/5/2013

It’s unseasonably warm at the College today, so I would feel uncomfortable with my buttons done up.  Besides, my top naturally covers my breasts, and I don’t mind showing the skin between my little tits.  I would say cleavage, but my tits aren’t really big enough…  Well never mind.  Here’s a picture of me, just hanging around with my top open.  Do you like it?

Pretty Girl of the Day 1/4/2013

Well today, we have a pictorial with not one but three pretty girls, all a little shy about taking off their panties…

That’s how I was when I was in high school, too.  Let me tell you the story, and then while I’m telling the story, you can take a little break every now and then to look at the pretty girls.  It was my junior year, the first Friday of the year, and our teacher asked all the girls wearing underwear to raise their hands, so, naturally I raised my hand, thinking all the girls would also raise their hands, but only one other girl did.   Her name was Susan.  So I got all embarrassed and said “wait, um, did you say wearing underwear, or wearing no underwear?”

The teacher had to quiet down the laughter, and I got even more embarrassed, and she said, “you heard me correctly.  I said ‘wearing underwear’, and I know you are, because I can see it between your tender little thighs.”

I clamped my legs together.  You mean all the other girls are NOT wearing underwear?  Why not?

“So now, you and Suzie need to strip down to your underwear.  You can do it right there at your desk.”

I watched as Suzie slipped out of her minidress, barely lifting her pretty ass out of her chair.  She was wearing a sexy lacy bra, and a thong with matching lace.   She didn’t seem embarrassed at all.  God, her breasts were cute.  They were so nice and small, and sitting snug in that little bra of hers.  What was that an A cup?

I snapped out of my little daydream when the teacher spoke again.  “I said down to your underwear,” she repeated for maybe the third time.

“But…”  I wasn’t wearing a bra, you see.  I didn’t really need one, to tell the truth.  My tits were not only little but really perky.  They didn’t need any support.  I was so embarrassed, my nipples must have been half an inch long.  Could people see them through my thin top?  I took off my skirt at least.  I was sure she didn’t want me to get topless at school.  That was unheard of.  Wasn’t it?  My heart was beating a mile a minute.

“Am I going to have to get one of the boys to help you?” the teacher asked.

“Help me?”  I played dumb, but in truth, I was pretty sure what I had to do.  Stripping down to my underwear meant stripping down to whatever underwear I had on.  And that was just panties.

The teacher heaved a big sigh, and the class tittered.

“Okay,” I said.  I took a deep breath, and slipped my top off, and laid it neatly on my desk.  I can’t describe how it felt to be wearing nothing but panties at school.  I had goosebumps all over my body, and I was really excited, too.  Could the teacher see the wet spot between my legs?

The teacher addressed the class.  “We’ll be doing this every Friday, girls, so get used to it.  If any of you are wearing underwear, you’ll need to strip down to your underwear.  You’ll hand in your clothes, and then you can pick them up again at the end of the school day.”

“What?”  Did I say that out loud?

The class laughed.  “Yes, I’m afraid you’ll be spending the day in your underwear.  But first, you’ll need to prove you shaved.  You’re high school juniors, now, so you should all be shaving.  Let’s start with Suzie.  Will you pull down your thong, please?”

For the first time, I saw Suzie express some emotion.  She seemed like she was about to cry.  Did she forget to shave?  Even I was curious to see.  But she seemed paralyzed.  She whispered to me, “Can you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Take my panties down?”

“Oh, sure,” I whispered.  I stood behind her, and gently slipped my hands under the waistband of her thong. 

She shuddered.  “I think I’m about to cum,” she said, almost crying.

“It’s OK,” I whispered.  God, she smelled great.  I rubbed my face against her neck, and kissed it sweetly as I slipped the waistband over her rump apples.  I felt her body tense up as she sensed an imminent orgasm.

“Wait,” she said.  “Slow down.  I don’t want to cum in front of everyone.  Maybe you should start with my bra, and I’ll try to calm down.”

“Okay,” I said, releasing her thong with a snap around her thighs.  “Sorry.”  I so desperately wanted to feel between her cheeks, and follow that sweet curvature down past her asshole to her wet vagina, but I resisted the temptation.  Instead, I smoothed out my palms, and let them play over her flat, sexy, belly, and then over her firm, and I must say adorably pushed up little breasts.  I undid her bra, and almost came myself when she shrugged those cute little shoulders, letting it fall to the ground.  Still hugging her from behind, and now pressing my body against hers, I played with her naked breasts, stroking the hard nipples, when she stiffened, and even got up on her tippy toes.  “It’s okay, honey,” I whispered.  “just cum quietly.  Maybe people won’t notice.”  I felt her belly, now not only flat, but hard as a rock, and slipped my hands back into her thong, and rubbing my bare breasts against her bare back, and buttocks, letting my hair play over her pretty little body, I lowered her thong gently to the floor.

She turned around to face me, our breasts touching.  “Thank you,” she whispered, smoothing my hair.

“Now, mmmm, me” I tried to speak, but now I was cumming.

“I know,” she said.  “It’s OK.”  She was so sweet and tender, she bent at the waist, her butt facing the class, as she pulled down my panties.  I came again when she touched my pussy

“Very good, girls,” said the teacher, apparantly unaware that we both just came.  “Next Friday, remember to leave your underwear home, mmm-kay?”

We both wore just our underwear for the rest of the school day, and it was the most exciting thing I had ever done!  I must have cum four of five times that day.

The Long Dress Myth

Here’s Grace’s story of how she wears a long dress without fear of inspections…

There’s nothing wrong with wearing a long dress. Some girls seem to think you must wear a dress that only half covers your bum. That’s a myth. I’ve been wearing very long dresses all semester, and while I do get stop for some inspections, it is not nearly as many as some might lead you to believe. A long dress does not need to be a inspection magnetic. It is all in how you wear it.

I love a long wrap around dress. I, of course, do not fully wrap it around me. That would be silly. I cinch the belt high on my waist, and let the sides flare open.  This allows me to not over heat since some buildings have the thermostat set rather high. With the front open, I can take long or shirt strides. Nothing hinders my movement.

Now, I also know some inspectors are butt men. So a little twist in the fabric allows me to show a little butt cheek, and not get stopped for inspections all the time.

Then there are those inspectors who think every girl is wearing a bra. While I sometimes do wear a sexy bra, off campus, I never wear one on campus. So, to make sure those inspectors who might have spotted me in the herbal shop wearing a bra are perfectly satisfied that I am not trying to hide a bra, I can go for the off-the-shoulder look with my dress. No dress code violation here as they can plainly see.

With a bra at work off-campus that makes my boss happy:

Without a bra for school to make the inspectors happy:

So, you can see, a girl can wear a long dress without fear of constantly being inspected. you just have to pick the dress carefully and how you plan to wear it. When I wear it like this, the inspectors never hassle me.

Oh, there are times an inspector will stop me, and have me remove the dress. But those are the ones trying to get me to agree to go on a nude date to get back my dress…

All they had to do was ask.  I enjoy nude dates as much as the next girl.

It is just my employer at the herbal shop prefers me wearing a bra to avoid distracting him as he mixes the ingredients. So, if the nude date is before I have to work or just after I get off of work, I’m forced to go bottomless at work, which defeats the whole idea of wearing a long dress in the first place.

Grace Kim is Miss November 2008 Playmate. Images from playboy.com top post galleries.

Pretty Girl of the Day 1/3/2013

Pretty Girl of the Day 1/3/2012

Note from the Dean of Students: Today’s pretty girl grossly violated our Dress Code, and she will be severely punished–I mean–rehabilitated for her infraction.  Part of her rehabilitation includes preparing the following public service announcement, directed to all the girls at the College, and also any high school senior girls who may be thinking about our College for the coming year.

Her statement follows.

Let me start out by saying how sorry I am!  I know I should have known better, but it was the end of the semester, and I just had a lapse in judgment.  It was a late fall day, the sun was warm, but there was a chill in the air, so I wore denim shorts, a rasberry top, and a cute little white short sweater.  I knew the sweater was questionable, but I reread the rules for wearing coats in cold weather, and I convinced myself it qualified.  As it turned out, the sweater was the least of my violations of the Dress Code.  I really messed up big time.

You see, girls, the idea of the Dress code is to avoid overlapping clothes the way I did, because in certain circumstances, it’s possible to wear clothes that are just too cute for school!  I really don’t think I misused my clothing in this way, but consider a girl who wears a really short dress, and a pair of really cute little shorts under it — the kind that volleyball players wear, form fitting, sexy, and pushed into her butt crack so it looks like she’s got nothing at all under the dress.  That is, unless a gust of wind lifts her dress, or she gets out of a car, or…  You get the picture.  This girl might not wear such a short dress if she didn’t have the shorts to keep her covered “just in case”.  Do you get it?  By overlapping her clothes, she’s able to dress way sexier than she would ever dare otherwise, and this is a distraction to other students.

Consider another example:  A thin top that’s just a little too thin for a girl to feel comfortable wearing by itself.  Quite honestly, that was my situation, if I really stop to analyze my motives for wearing this sweater.  You see, when I take off the sweater, my nipples show clearly through my respberry top, and I feel a little embarrassed.  So by wearing a sweater over my top, I’m able to wear a top that’s a tad sexier than I would otherwise wear.  Again, this is a distraction to other students, for which I’m very, very sorry.

I honestly thought the top and shorts was fine for the dress code, but it was pointed out to me that the top is really too long to wear as just a top.  It’s more like a very short dress, as evidenced by the fact that it overlaps my shorts quite a lot.  I should have looked at myself in the mirror that morning before stepping out the door with overlapping clothes.  If I had, I would have considered two options: removing the top, or removing the shorts.  I’m sure you’ll agree with me that removing the shorts would be the better option, because my top is (almost) long enough to be completely decent even without anything under it, whereas if I removed my shorts, I would be totally topless.  But when confronted (in an unfortunately public way) with this choice later in the day, I opted to remove my top, because…  Well, that has to do with something I suddenly remembered as I contemplated taking off my shorts.  (I’ll get to that in a minute.)

I really thought I was going to get away with just wearing my shorts for the rest of the day.  I apologized profusely to the Inspector, and I think he bought my explanations for the sweater (cold weather outer wear) and the top (didn’t realize the extent of overlap with my shorts), and I thought he was going to let me go without even a writeup for indecency.  I really would have been happy going to the rest of my classes dressed only in my shorts, and I think it’s a cute look for me, do you agree?

But then, he asked me to take off my shorts–just as a formality, he said.  Blushing, I said, “oops”, as I took them off.  Can you see what I forgot?

Yes, I was wearing panties.  I know it was wrong.  Can you believe me when I say I completely forgot I was wearing panties?  The truth is the shorts are a little rough on the inside.  There’s a seam, right in the middle.  Who would put a seam right in the middle of a pair of shorts?  I still thought I would get away with it, because the Inspector seemed to buy my explanation that I forgot about the panties.  I told him I would just wear the panties for the rest of the day, and could he please forget about all the other accidental violations?  I really wished I had been a good girl and left my panties at home, because I think I look really cute wearing nothing but shorts, but here I was in my panties, begging to at least keep them on.  Obviously it’s the only thing I’m wearing, so I’m (finally) in compliance with the Dress Code.  Can I just wear my panties for the rest of the day, please Mr. Inspector?

He laughed, and said he would think about it, which made me feel better, but then my spirits fell when he asked me to take off my panties.

“As a formality?” I giggled, and he laughed, too.

“Yeah, as a formality.”

I guess in retrospect I shouldn’t have been surprised that an Inspector would ask me to take off all my clothes, but when I was there, stripping in front of all my classmates, I was really, really embarrassed.  I didn’t think there would be a problem, though, because I really was completely naked under my panties.  I put my legs together to hide my pussy as much as possible, and took them off.

I told the inspector I had never been inspected before, and I honestly meant it, but as he pointed out later, that wasn’t entirely true.  On several occasions I had been in some “mass inspections” where all the girls strip naked and take turns placing their clothes on an automated mechanism that somehow determines if they were in compliance with the Dress Code.  (Some girls think it just weighs them; others think it measures their total surface area.  I think it just randomly accuses every twelfth girl of indecency.  The real criteria are a trade secret of the College.)  Usually, the girl is able to pass through the turnstyle, and pick up her clothes on the other side.  But sometimes the mechanism judges the clothes to be in violation (never telling the girl what the violation was) and the machine “swallows” the clothes, leaving the girl to go on her way, naked.  Luckily, my clothes were never swallowed by the machine, but one time a skirt was stolen by a girl who must have needed one, because it was missing when I picked up my clothes.  Even though I had a top to wear, that was an embarrassing day!

But I digress… The point is that yes, I had been inspected, but never by a human inspector before.  And so as I pulled down my panties, I felt very self-conscious, and so I turned around.  I didn’t want the crowd to see my pussy.

“Hurry up!” said the Inspector.  “I’m tired of your lies and deceptions.”

“I’m really shy,” I said.  That was no lie.  Was it a deception?  No, I’m sure that’s the truth.

“I know you’re shy,” said the Inspector.  “And you’re really cute, so I can’t help giving you a lot of leeway.  But you’ve made a lot of mistakes today.  Your sweater didn’t fit the cold weather rules.  Your top covered most of your shorts.  You wore two tops and two bottoms, for Christ’s sake.  Are you sure you’re not overplaying the ‘shy’ card?”

“I’m really telling the truth.” (I almost said “this time” then thought better of it.)  “Do you realize I’m naked?  I’m scared to turn around with all these people watching me.”

“You will turn around, young lady, and you will do it now.  I’m completely fed up with you.  I’ll tell you what.  If you don’t turn around right now, I’ll confiscate your clothing and turn you loose right now, stark naked!”

“OK, OK!”  I took a deep breath, and faced my Inspector, and the public, completely naked.

“Just as I suspected,” he said.  “Yet another lie.  You’re still not naked.”

“What?!”  I have never been more naked in my life!

“What do you call that?”

“My pussy?”

“It’s a little furry, don’t you think?”

I gulped.  I knew I was unusual by not shaving.  In the evenings when the other girls in my dorm run around naked, I notice they’re mostly shaved.  Meanwhile, I like to wear panties or a baggy t-shirt because I’m shy, but I’m trying to be really honest with myself in with you girls who will be reading this.  I’m starting to realize that I’ve been wearing clothes in the evening just to hide my pubic hair.

The Inspector said, “I count seven violations, which are–”

“Wait!” I said when I recovered my faculties.  “Am I not allowed to sport pubic hair?”

“No, of course you can grow a bush, but it counts as a bottom.”

“So I could wear a top then?  But no bottom, right?”

“Yes, but you can’t wear a top long enough to count as a dress; mothball your raspberry top until you shave, honey.”

“So I can wear my white sweater then?”

“Hold your horses, sweety.  You committed so many violations today . . . . . .

1. Sweater covering another top
2. Top covering your shorts
3, 4 and 5. Panties under your shorts, and lying about them, and lying about having been previously inspected
6 and 7. Panties covering your bush, and lying about your bush

“Wait a minute!  I never lied about my bush.”

“When you took off your panties, you begged me not to make you turn around, claiming to be naked.  That was a lie.”

I had nothing left to say.  The Inspector was right.  All this time I had been brazenly violating the Dress Code by wearing bottoms and a bush.  I threw myself to his mercy.  “I know I’ve been bad, and I promise to be good from now on.  Can you take it easy on me, please?”

“Okay, honey, I’ll tell you what.”  He put down his clipboard and came toward me.  I dropped all the clothes I had been holding.  He pressed his chest into mine, and I thought he was going to kiss me, so I closed my eyes, held onto him, and…  I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but I relaxed my cheeks.  I’m blushing as I’m writing this because it was so silly, but I thought he was going to rub my back all the way down to my my butt crack, so I relaxed it to be ready for him.  But he didn’t kiss me.  But his lips came within an inch of mine as he finished his thought.  I want you to get used to the idea that your bush is a perfectly cromulent bottom, so from now on, the only tops you can wear are your sweater, a sports bra, or any other top that’s waist length or shorter.

“Is that it?”  I knew I had been a bad girl; was my “shy” act working?  He seemed to be letting me off easy.

“No, honey, you were indecent and you know it.  I’ll leave you with your sweater, because it is cold, and I think you’ll be more comfortable wearing it than nothing at all.  But I’m still going to have to write you up.  I’ll be at your hearing, and I’ll put in a good word for you.”

He turned to go, but I was still holding onto him.  “Thank you,” I said, my lips practically touching his.  I took his hand in mine, and guided it to my pussy, which by now was throbbing with excitement.  He massaged me tenderly, and that’s all it took!  I wrapped my arms and legs around him as I came, and kissed him harder than I’ve kissed any boy.  I kept cumming as he supported my butt with his hands, one of which was flat against my throbbing pussy.  It felt like I came for five minutes, but maybe it was just a few seconds, I really don’t know.

So, girls, that’s my story.  I learned an important lesson that day.   A few lessons, really.   I learned that my bush is my friend.  It’s a bottom I carry with me whereever I go (although a close reading of the Code of Conduct reveals that a bush doesn’t protect against fondling, oh well :)  and so I just need to worry about wearing a top — or not! — which was another lesson: there’s no harm in going topless now and then as long as you’re sporting a bush, because that’s just like wearing clothing.  And NO MORE OVERLAPPING CLOTHING!  It has the potential to be just too sexy, and that would be distracting to the other students.  I get that now.  I hope I’ve been able to help my fellow girls.  Bye for now.

Pretty Girl of the Day 1/2/2013

I really didn’t want to participate in the “Pretty Girl” series.  Don’t get me wrong–I was flattered to be “asked” to be in the series, but I just wish it happened under different circumstances.

I needed to get away from the dorm for a while to do some studying, so I put on a dress I thought was pretty decent.

I was in the library, minding my own business, when some bitchy librarian saw me playing in the mirror.  She said my strap was down off my shoulder and she saw one of my breasts, but I think she was mistaken.  Lying, more like it.  In this picture, you can see my breasts are fully covered.

She muttered something about my dress being too short, and then wandered off.  I thought that was the end of it, and went back to making eyes at myself in the mirror, when a minute later she came back, this time with a Dress Code Inspector.

“See?” she said to the Inspector.

“See what?” asked the Inspector.

“See her breast?  It’s indecent!”

The Inspector asked me to bend over, and put my hands on the mirror so he could get a closer look at me.

“What’s the matter?” I asked.  “Is my dress too short?”

“Of course not,” said the Inspector.  “If anything, it’s a bit too long.  Can you spread your legs a bit?”

I complied right away, of course, but I didn’t like where this was heading.  Just about everyone in the library had stopped studying and started forming a ring of spectators around me.  I knew my dress was plenty long enough to cover me, but being forced to bend over like this made me feel…  well, vulnerable.

With everyone watching, the Inspector folded the back of my dress up, and asked me to spread my cheeks.  I did as he ordered, and closed my eyes as he rubbed my pussy, and used my own juices to lubricate my asshole, and then he proceeded to do a full cavity search, which, of course, turned up nothing.  With my dress pulled up around my waist, he turned me around to face the crowd of onlookers just so that I would be properly humiliated.

“Did I tell you to put your legs together?” he asked

Instead of answering, I spread my legs, and covered my face with my hands.  I prayed no one I knew was in the audience.

“I’ll have to ask you to remove your dress,” he said.

I knew better than to argue with an Inspector, so I did as he ordered.

“Sit down”

I looked at the chair, and felt my pussy, which was dripping wet.  I don’t know if other girls get excited from being humiliated this way, but I do.  So I didn’t want to sit in the chair.  Instead I knelt, covering my pussy with one hand.

“Did you hear me, young lady?  I said *sit*”

I thought about arguing with the man, but I did as he said.  Without being asked, I spread my legs, because I knew he would want the crowd to see my juicy wet pussy.

“That’s better.”  He fondled my breasts, lifting one, letting it fall, and then lifting the other, and letting it fall, to the titters of the audience.  “Your nipples are soft,” he said.

“Thank you?”  I honestly didn’t know if soft nipples were good or bad.

“I’m going to tell you how you can get your dress back.  Are you interested?”

I nodded.

“You’re going to make your nipples hard by touching your pussy.  Does that sound like fun?  And I’m going to watch you very closely, as are these nice people.”  He must have gestured to the crowed but my eyes were closed.

“If your nipples are fully hard before you cum, you get your dress back, and I’ll ignore your insolence, and I won’t write you up for indecency.  But if you cum first–and trust me, I’ll know if you cum–then not only will you lose your dress, but I’ll also write you up for indecency, and set you free.”

“You mean–naked?”

The inspector smiled.  “Yes.  Naked and highly sexually excited.  Do you know what happens to a girl wandering around our campus in that condition?”

I knew very well.  Every day, around lunch time, a sexually excited girl is thrown to the wolves, stark naked.  The poor girl is forced to interleave her fingers behind her head, and try to walk to her dorm or her next class.  She usually doesn’t get 20 feet before being assaulted.  If she’s lucky, some guy will just fondle her breasts — or her already wet pussy.  But more often than not, the naked girl is forced to the ground and raped.  She then has to get up, with her hands still behind her head, and continue walking. 

I spread my legs wider, and began masturbating, and praying my nipples would sprout little hardons before I came.
 

Pretty Girl of the Day 1/1/2013

I’m really happy to be selected as the first pretty girl of the new year, but quite honestly, I don’t deserve the honor.  The honor should go to my dress, it’s so adorable!  It’s so thin you can kind of see through it, so I can never wear anything under this dress, even off campus.

And it’s so light, loose, and free flowing, I love to play with it as much as I love wearing it.

Sometimes I forget there are people who might be see me playing with the dress, and I get all embarrassed.

I want to say: You didn’t see anything, did you?  But instead I just giggle and walk away sheepishly.  Sometimes, a boy sees me playing with my dress and giggling, and he thinks it’s so cute that he tickles me to make me giggle some more.  I probably shouldn’t let this get out, but my butt crack is really ticklish, it’s true!  If a boy touches me there while I’m lifting my dress, it makes me tingle all over!

…which is why I try to keep my butt crack at least partly covered, even when I’m playing with my dress.  On the other hand, I’ve been told I have a really cute butt, and I’m kind of proud of it, so I don’t want to cover it completely.  So I strike a compromise between a bare ass and prudish over-decency:

I know it’s wrong to purposely try to turn guys on just so they’ll reach under my dress and tickle me, but sometimes I get so horny I just can’t help it.  I make sure my butt is exactly half covered, and then when a boy touches me, I act like I’m having an orgasm, and then, often as not, they reach under my dress and tickle me so much I really do have an orgasm.  And even though it’s wrong to let people see my pussy when I’m excited, that’s the time I enjoy playing with my dress the most.  My heart beats really fast because I know I’m playing with fire.  If a boy wants to rape me then, he can do it, and I have no say in the matter, because it’s in the Code of Conduct.  So when I that certain look in his eyes, I start getting all coy on him.  I start by taking my shoulders out of the dress…

And then sometimes it “accidentally” slips off my shoulders.  By this time, the boy is usually beside himself with lust, and I know it’s just a matter of time before he rapes me.  But the build-up is the funnest part.  It’s fun to beg him not to rape me, because some boys get really turned on by that, and it enhances my coy act if he gets overwrought and starts pulling on my dress.

After my dress slips down a bit, I start playing with it again, partly to turn him on, and partly to give him some more chances to fondle me.

When the boy finally takes off his pants, and I get a look at his gigantic boner, I know it’s just a matter of time before he starts fucking me, and believe me, by this time I’m ready to take my “punishment”…

Pretty Girl of the Day 12/31/2012

Do you agree with me that this dress is really cute?  I’m a little afraid it’s too short, though…  For home, I mean.  (It’ll be just fine at College; a perfect length, really!)

I got this dress for Christmas from “Santa” but I know my mom really got it for me, because when I was opening it, she was hovering over me, so worried it would be too short or too long.

“It’s so hard to buy dresses for you, honey,” she said, “because I know you don’t wear panties, and I worry about you is all.”

“What do you mean, mom?  I wear panties all the time.”

“What about right now?  Are you wearing panties now?”

My dad and my little brother were paying a little too much attention to our conversation.  “Can’t I just unwrap this present now?  We can talk about my underwear later, OK?”

“Sure honey.” She hugged me, and whispered, “so you’re wearing panties now, right?”

She picked her head up and held me at arms length, looking for my reaction, but I didn’t know what to say, so I lied.  “Sure, mom, of course.”

“Well then try it on!  Let’s see how you look in it.”

“Maybe I can go into the kitchen to change.”

“Don’t be silly,” said my mom.  “Just strip down to your panties and then put the dress on right here!  Your brother and dad see you topless all the time, what’s the big deal?”

“Well,” I couldn’t think what to say.  Stalling for time, and also to show my mom I wasn’t suddenly shy about going topless, I took off my pajama top.  My dad pretended not to notice my naked boobs, but my brother was more open about his admiration of my body.  He tells me all the time how pretty I am, which makes me feel really good.  I feel lucky because my girlfriends tell me what brats their little brothers are!

So picture it.  I’m standing in the living room, wearing nothing but my pajama bottoms that my whole family think have panties under it, and I’m holding this gorgeous dress that I’m dying to try on as much as my family wants to see me in it.

I thought about putting on the dress, and then taking off my PJ bottoms, but the dress really too short to hide my panties — or lack thereof.  I don’t mind them seeing my bottom, but I would be exposed as a liar, which is much worse.

My mom is so anxious to see me in the dress, and mystified by my hesitation to take off my bottoms, so she actually starts pulling my pants down for me!  “Mom!”

“What?” she said, then: “Oh.” when she had pulled down my pants enough for her to see (but I hope not my brother and my dad) that I couldn’t possibly be wearing any underwear.

I thought fast.  “Mom, I think this dress is really too short to wear underwear.”

“Maybe a thong,” she suggested.  Bless her!  She was covering for me.  I could have excused myself, changed into a thong, and reappeared in the living room to try on the dress, but to tell you the truth, I hate it when a thong strap shows, and my cheeks usually separate enough for the thong strap to show under a short dress.

“But wouldn’t a thong show?”

Mom looked dubious.  She really doesn’t like me to wear short dresses without anything underneath, but this being Christmas, she was feeling charitable.  “OK, honey,” she said.  “Go into the kitchen, and change into the dress there.”

I went in the kitchen and took off my pajama bottoms, folded them, and laid them on the counter.  I thought I heard a noise, so I looked up.  I’m so nervous being naked when my family is around.  But it was nothing.  I put on the dress, and it seemed long enough for me to return to the living room and show my family, but just to be safe, I looked down to make sure my pussy was covered.  It wasn’t!

So I tugged it into place, as I wiggled my shoulders and belly, so it would lay as straight and flat as possible, and from my point of view, at least, my pussy was nicely covered.

Before heading out to the living room to model my new dress, I smoothed my new dress over my butt.  I wanted it to cover the top half of my cheeks but it didn’t quite reach, so I took it off my shoulders, and was in the process of smoothing it down when I heard another noise and whirled around.  “I need a glass of water.”  Whew!  It was just my little brother.  I felt his beady little eyes staring straight into the part of my butt crack left uncovered by the dress.

“What do you think?” I asked.

“I can see your butt hole,” he said, bending down for a closer look.

“No you can’t!” I laughed, and rubbed the top of his head.

“Yes I can,” he insisted, still bending down, and now pointing.

“Well, maybe it’s because I’m standing with my legs apart.”  I put my legs closer together, and made sure the dress came at least half-way down my butt.  “Is that better?”

“I guess so,” he said.  He wasn’t very convincing.

I pulled my dress down a little more.  “Better?” I asked.

“Yes, much better,” he said, adjusting my dress a little bit.  I clenched my cheeks when I felt one of his little fingers brush against my butt hole.  “Sorry,” he said.

“It’s OK, honey.”  But it wasn’t OK.  I was starting to believe he was right.  This dress was just a tad too short to model for my mom and especially for my dad.  Should I have worn a thong?   But I really hate thongs, and this dress really isn’t designed to have anything under it.

I guess my brother saw I wasn’t feeling good about the dress, and bless his heart, he tried to reassure me.   He hugged me, careful not to touch me below my dress.  “I think I know the problem,” he said.  “It’s your shoulders.”

“My shoulders?”

“Yes, when you pull the dress down off your shoulders, it stretches it from left to right, and that makes it shrink the other way, uncovering too much of your pretty butt.”  He pulled my dress back up over my shoulders, and tugged the back of it as far as it would go over my butt.  He brushed his fingers over my asshole and pussy, but I’m sure that was an accident.  I really hoped he couldn’t tell that I was a little excited.

“Better?” I asked.

He beamed, “Much better.”

“Thanks, brother,” I said, hugging him.

He innocently stroked my thigh as we hugged.  It felt good, so I didn’t move for a while.  He dipped his fingers into my vagina, and spread my juices between my lips, and under my hood.  I slowly spread my legs, hoping he couldn’t tell how much I was enjoying his gentle touches.  Before long, I felt as if I might cum, so I gently pulled away from him.  It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done in my life.  I was teetering on the edge of cumming, so I tried not to think about how sweet he was; how he tenderly adjusted the back of my dress to cover my asshole; how he hugged me so softly, and touched me so tenderly.

“Come on, little brother,” I said.  “Time to show mom and dad my new dress!”  He held my hand as I started walking into the living room.  I felt my slippery pussy start to pulse as we walked.  I came quietly to myself to the oohs and aahs of my parents, with my little brother looking up at me adoringly.

Pretty Girl of the Day 12/30/2012

I like to curl up with a good book, don’t you?  And what better way to curl up, then stark naked, don’t you agree?  So off I go to the school library to pick out a book…

… and then curl up.  I like to relax, as you see, below, and if the book is particularly ribald, I may show signs of, shall we say, enjoyment.  And in any case, I’m opening myself up to possible fondling, since the library is a public place, and any uncovered skin on a girl is fair game — a rule designed to encourage girls to cover up, which backfires in my case, because I like a good massage.

… and then, quite often, after displaying my enjoyment of either the book or the rubdown, or both, a boy will come along and rape me, which, frankly, I find quite relaxing.  I’m sorry, I just don’t think it’s the horrible punishment the College intends it to be, what can I say?

… But then just as often, no one rapes me, and here I am, all worked up, without any release.  So I do my exercises, and that relaxes me almost as much as being raped…