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 I found myself sitting in a waiting room with my friend Carrie.  Things had
cooled off somewhat between us, between making new friends at college, and
being occupied by other interests.  It seemed we hadn't done anything fun
for a while.  This morning, when she asked me to accompany her to the eye
doctor, I hardly thought anything exciting would happen.

   The room we sat in was square, with individuals chairs lined up against
the walls to each side.  An end table had some magazines strewn about the
surface.  There was a receptionist's window off to the left, but the office
was lightly staffed today, so she was not at her station.  We were the only
two patients in the room.

   Well, truthfully, Carrie was the only patient.  She was here for a
routine eye examination, but I think she was dreading the possibility of
needing glasses.  Although, why she would suddenly develop worsening vision
at the tender age of nineteen, was beyond me.  I think she really just
hated the glaucoma test where they shoot a mist directly into your eye. 
Anyway, she had appeared nervous this morning, which is why I decided to
tag along with her.

   It was pretty quiet, and we did not engage in much conversation.  More
of that had been going on lately, as we had less and less to talk about. 
Suddenly, as I was flipping through the pages of some reading material,
Carrie reached over and shook my arm.

   She had a mischievous look in her eye.  "Hey, Erica, want to have some
fun?"

   Lowering the booklet to my lap, I asked, "What could we possibly do for
fun in this boring little room?"

   "Let's take off our clothes!" Carrie giggled.

   I gave her a disapproving frown and shook my head.  When she only
grinned and winked at me, I began to feel my heart pitter-patter.  Still, I
tried to retain control of the situation.

   "Carrie..." I started, "What are you talking about?  We're in the middle
of the doctor's office and anyone could walk in here.  The nurse could come
back to check on us, or the doctor might be ready for your appointment!"

   My friend stood up from her chair and strolled over to look past the
glass window and counter in the wall.  "Not going to happen.  Their
schedule was completely open this morning, which is why I arranged to be
here so early.  No other patients coming in..."

   "Yeah, but that could change.  Someone could walk in," I protested.

   Carrie just shrugged her shoulders and walked easily around the waiting
room.  She was wearing a yellow sweater today and a white skirt.  She did
look very pretty, her long strawberry-blonde hair flowing down her back.

   "My, it's getting warm in here!" the buxom college girl teased, and then
she began to pull her sweater over her head!

   I tried to pretend I was unfazed by her casual undressing.  Instead, I
went back to reading my book.  I mean she had simply removed her outer
sweater...  nothing wrong with that.  She folded it up neatly, and made a
point to place it on the chair next to me.

   "Now you take something off," Carrie challenged me.

   I kept my head down looking past the pages open in my lap, and at what I
was wearing today: a nice black shirt, and a wine-colored sleeveless top. I
couldn't really take off anything, or I would be sitting in my underwear! I
told Carrie just that.

   When she continued to pester me, I sighed and offered, "How about just a
quick flash, while no one is around?"

   The taller girl walked across the room and stretched, leaning against
the opposite wall.  She languidly slid one foot out of a shoe.  Then Carrie
kicked off her other shoe.  She bent down slowly to pick them up, and
tiptoed barefoot across the carpet to put them with her sweater.

   "No," she said decisively.  "I want to take off everything...  all our
clothes!  Come on, Erica, I'm already beating you two items to nothing."

   I crossed my legs, feeling myself begin to get a little flustered.  Was
she serous?  What an outrageous suggestion!  This was just too crazy to
even consider.  Finally, when my friend took her seat again, I figured she
must have had enough of this game.  Her shoes and sweater sat in a pile
between us.

   My eyes returned to scanning the information in the booklet I was
holding.  I really had no idea about the subject, or any interest.  But I
wanted to try and ignore Carrie.  I heard some shuffling across from me,
and I didn't even glance out of the corner of my eye.  After a moment, I
could sense her silently get back up to her feet.  She twirled around on
her toes, until she came to stand in front of me.

   Abruptly, Carrie dropped her silky panties into the book on my lap.  I
regarded them in disbelief, and then raised my eyes to see the young woman
smiling down at me.

   "I'm not wearing anything beneath my skirt," she stated unnecessarily.
"Are you?"

   "Of course I am!" I replied, half laughing, half offended.

   Now I plucked Carrie's underwear off the pages, delighting in their feel
between my fingers.  As nice as they were, I managed to put them aside,
stuffing the delicate material into one of Carrie's shoes.  But now that
she had my attention, I thought I could feel my own nipples harden inside
my shirt, so I folded my arms across my chest.

   My playful friend just giggled and began to fiddle with the buttons on
her long-sleeve white blouse.  Starting with the top button, her fingers
worked their way down, quickly, and with determination.  I wondered how far
she would go?  It was like I was getting my own private striptease...  and
Carrie was just waiting to see when I would join in!

   With the sides of her shirt hanging open, the curvaceous girl spun
around, her hair streaming gracefully with her motions.  Now facing away
from me, Carrie began to shimmy the blouse off her shoulders.  She lowered
it down her back, and then began to actually pull her arms out of the
sleeves!  One at a time, and then the shirt was completely off.  It was
tossed away, landing on the collection of her things on the chair.  And
then she turned around with her hands on her hips.

   I did some quick figuring, and realized that she was only dressed in a
bra and her white skirt!

   "Oh my gosh, Carrie, you're going to get in trouble!" I found myself
embarrassed for my friend, even a little thrilled.

   She only pouted and said, "But I'm not done yet..."

   With that confident statement, Carrie reached both her hands behind her
back so she could manipulate the clasp of her bra.  I guess it didn't take
very long, before she had it unhooked, and let it fall to the floor!

   "Carrie, you are so topless!" I gasped in astonishment.

   Quickly, I bounded from my seat and crouched on the deep blue carpet.  I
picked up her bra as if I if I was afraid of it being discovered. 
Meanwhile, her big bare breasts bounced above me as she ran her hands
through her hair.  I licked my lips at the sight of her pink areolas and
nipples.  Catching my look of longing, Carrie cupped her boobs and gave
them a good squeeze.  Then letting a hand wander down her tummy, she stuck
her tongue out at me teasingly.

   Next thing I knew, she popped open the button on her skirt and pulled
down the side zipper.  Releasing her hold, the skirt floated to her feet. I
looked up to see her closed pussy lips, crowned with a patch of trim golden
pubic hair.  Carrie clutched her breasts again, and then skipped out of her
skirt, totally naked.

   Totally naked!  What was the girl thinking?  I scurried to collect her
skirt in one hand, her bra still in my other.  Standing up, I watched
amazed as she reclined in one of the waiting room chairs, fully nude.  She
arched her back a little and traced a finger across her mound.  I
hesitated, wondering if I should give back her clothes and urge her to get
dressed.  Instead, I returned to my seat and placed Carrie's things with
her shoes, sweater, and shirt.

   "Um, Carrie..." I started to feel myself heating up and getting wet.  I
plucked at my top clinging uncomfortably to my body.  "Wow...  you are,
like, really...  I mean, absolutely stark..."

   "Not so loud, Erica!" my naughty friend laughed, leaning forward.  "You
want to tell the whole office?"

   She glided off the chair, and I could hear the vinyl upholstery pull
away from her bare skin.  Carrie wrapped her arms around her shoulders for
a second, and then took a few cautious steps into the middle of the room.
She was standing in direct view of the door that opened up and led back to
the examination area.  And I had an unobstructed view of her bare bottom. I
almost wanted to reach out and squeeze those full, round cheeks!

   Jiggling with each step, she tentatively approached the door.  What was
she doing?  Was Carrie going to try and walk through the office completely
naked?  Maybe she would be more relaxed if she got her eyes checked without
wearing any clothes.  I could just picture her laid out on the examination
chair, her legs parted, bare toes wiggling...

   I wanted to tell her to stop, but I couldn't find the words.  It was
like I was totally mesmerized by her risky behavior and display of total
nudity.  She gave me a coy look over her shoulder as if she was reading my
mind.

   Suddenly, we both heard a clicking sound from the door, the knob being
turned, and about to be opened.  Not the entrance to the waiting room,
which would have been embarrassing enough, but the door directly in front
of naked Carrie!  I could only gasp, unsure of what to do.  My friend,
however, was quick on her bare feet.  She leapt to the side, squeezing
herself into the far corner of the room.  The door opened outward... 
effectively pinning her against the wall.  Maybe it was my imagination, but
viewing her trapped profile, I thought I noticed Carrie's nipples spring
out fully erect at that moment.

   The receptionist walked into the waiting room and said, "The doctor is
ready to see you now..."

   She looked up from her clipboard and right at me sitting with my legs
crossed on the chair.  The nurse asked me where my friend was.  I tired not
to give Carrie away, my eyes darting behind the opened door just for a
second, to watch the busty blonde's nude quivering form.

   "Um...  Carrie had to strip, I mean, step out for a moment...  to get
something to drink!" I finally blurted out, patting my hand on top of her
folded sweater as if that explained everything.

   The receptionist regarded me curiously and then said, "Well, I'm sorry
we kept you two waiting.  As soon as she returns, tell her she can come
right back to the examination room."

   "OK," I mumbled, again trying to avert my eyes from the corner and not
draw attention to Carrie huddled with her knees locked together and hands
clutching her breasts.

   The lady took a step back, and whirled around to walk through the
doorway.  Her hand casually snaked behind her to grab the doorknob and pull
it shut as she left the waiting room.  I wondered if Carrie's heart was
beating as fast as mine!  That was too close.

   Placing one hand behind her head, and resting her face in the other
hand, Carrie left her crotch momentarily uncovered.  I looked and saw that
her pussy lips were parted.  Then I remembered, that the mere fact of being
naked didn't necessarily stimulate a reaction out of Carrie's body, but the
possibility of getting caught often led to her arousal.  She licked her
lips and silently mouthed, "Oh, Wow!"

   I felt my own clitoris start to swell and peek out of its hood,
especially as I was struck by a clever idea.

   Watching my friend approach me slowly on her bare toes, I asked, "You
aren't really looking forward to this appointment, Carrie?  I mean...  it
would be nothing to blow it off?"

   "What?" She stopped, stark naked in the middle of the room, and shook
her head.

   Quickly, I gathered up the things that were piled on the seat next to
me: Carrie's sweater and skirt, her shoes and shirt, and even her bra and
panties!  I took all her clothes, every stitch.  My mind could hardly
believe I was doing this.  The nineteen-year-old nude blonde was also
shocked, as she could only look over her shoulder, afraid the receptionist
might return.  Not so confident now, she looked rather bashful.  Her body
flushed a nice rosy pink.

   With Carrie's clothing bunched up in my arms, I stood and swiftly
sidestepped toward the office entrance.  My eyes never left her figure
revealed in all its curvy glory, as I backed up and reached for the door.
In another second, the handle was turned and I flung the door open...

   "Bye!" I said with a giggle and ducked out into the hallway.

   I could just make out a harsh whisper behind me, "Erica!"

   The eye doctor had his office located in a professional building down
town.  There were other practices and businesses, which also had their
address at these premises.  We were on the third floor of the building, and
the carpeted hall stretched out before and behind me.  It might have been a
slow morning for eye examinations, but I wondered if any of the other rooms
were very occupied.  Walking backwards, I held Carrie's clothes tightly in
my arms, and began moving toward the exit.  After about three seconds, I
saw my friend's toes and fully bare leg stick outside the door.

   She managed to pull the rest of herself out into the hallway.  Carrie
had one arm slung across her boobs, fingers wrapped around her opposite
shoulder.  With her other arm lowered, she tried to hide her pubic hair. 
This floor of the building did seem to be deserted, or at least the
corridor was empty, as she shuffled forward totally nude.

   "Erica...  what's gotten into you!" she squealed, hugging her body.

   I just laughed and ran all the way to the end of the hallway.  When I
turned around again, it was just in time to see Carrie running with her
arms flailing at her sides, her big tits bouncing up and down.  I paused at
the door that led to the building's stairs, waiting for her to catch up to
me.

   Inclining my head at her bare chest, I commented, "Someone looks pretty
excited."

   "Well, yeah..." Carrie said a bit breathless and even pulled on one of
her erect nipples.  "It would be even more exciting if you joined me!"

   As tempting as that sounded, I only smiled and shook my head.  "Since
I've got all your clothes, I guess I'm the one in control.  You could
always hang around here for your nude eye exam!"

   With that, I pushed open the door and entered the stairwell.  I heard
the door close behind me as I skipped down the first flight of steps. 
Leaning against the wall, I waited to see what Carrie would do.  I wondered
what was going through her mind.  Soon, the door above me opened again, my
friend's unclothed form emerging.  I listened as her bare feet slapped down
the stairs, my eyes wandering up her long shapely legs.  Once more, she had
an arm held across her breasts, and her other hand hiding her pussy.

   "Erica!" she whispered my name, her voice quivering just a little as
each step brought her closer.  "Now you've had your fun...  let me have my
clothes back."

   I eyed her up and down from head to toe.  Then smiling, I turned and
hurried down the next flight of stairs.  This was too delicious!  I knew
she didn't have anywhere to go, and would have to follow me.

   "Erica..." my friend called again, Carrie's voice rising as we neared
the ground floor of the building.

   Clutching her things to my chest, I reached the stairwell door and
pushed it opened.  I had to peer into the lobby and make sure it was safe.
And then I dashed out into the wide-open space.  The main entrance had
tall, double glass doors.  Moving toward them, I could see some people
walking by and a few cars passed in either direction on the street.  This
was probably too risky, and figured it would be as far as I take this
stunt. Unless, there was another way out back...

   Behind me, the door leading to the stairs opened and closed.  I spun
around and watched busty Carrie approach me on tiptoes, still hugging her
breasts tight.  She came slowly, as if unsure of her surroundings, or who
might be waiting out here with me.  The strawberry-blonde did a complete
turn around as she moved forward, flashing me her beautiful butt.  Then she
faced the entrance, visible to the street.

   "Oh my gosh!" Carrie squealed.

   Her first reaction as she froze, was to strike an awkward stance with
knees locked together, but bare feet spread apart.  Immediately, her hand
darted down her stomach to cover her pussy.  I wasn't sure if anyone
outside caught sight of her from this angle, but she then turned around and
crouched down behind a potted plant.

   The next thing I knew, a man dressed in the business suit pushed through
the entrance and stepped into the building.  If he needed to use the
stairs, Carrie would be so busted!  Instead, he brushed past me taking a
side hallway around the corner.

   "Excuse me, Miss," he said as the sleeve of his jacket brushed my elbow.

   The brief physical contact caused my nipples to stiffen, thinking about
my naked friend hiding just a few feet away!  But I was also able to better
check the layout of the ground floor.  There were two corridors that
branched off from the lobby we were in.  My black pumps clicked across the
glossy marble as I walked toward one of the building directories posted on
the wall.  All of Carrie's clothes were bundled in my arms.

   Looking over my shoulder, to my amazement, I saw the young woman slowly
stand and start to pad over toward me.  She turned her head side to side,
making sure no one else was around, but had to use one hand to pull her
mass of hair away from her face.  This left her boobs bouncing free, while
she kept the other hand cupped over her pubic mound.  Still, her hips
wiggled seductively as she walked forward.

   "Look," Carrie whispered in desperation, sliding next to me.  "You can't
keep me nude like this..."

   I glanced down at her trim tummy and long legs, wondering if beneath her
palm, her pussy was opening up in arousal.  "Why not?  You and Alicia and
Lisa have left me naked so many other times!"

   "But this is different," she pleaded, bouncing up on her bare toes.

   Instead of answering, I quickly turned away and hurried toward one of
the hallways.  It was a good thing I had my hands full, or else I would
have slapped Carrie on the ass, just to watch her jiggle.  Following my
steps, I heard the sweet sound of her feet sticking and un-sticking across
the smooth polished floor.  Again, I found myself wondering what she was
feeling and how horny she really was.

   Reaching the side corridor, we quietly shuffled over carpeting once
more, passing the closed doors of offices.  This way led directly through
the building, and to a back door that opened out onto the parking lot.  I
skipped ahead, making it to the exit first.  When Carrie saw where I was
going, she raised a hand to her mouth in disbelief, and let her other arm
swing anxiously at her side.  Her tits and pussy were out in the open as
she slid against the wall.

   "Erica...  we aren't going outside?  I'm so naked!" and Carrie rubbed
her hands down her body as if to underscore the point.  "I can't be seen
like this!"

   I positioned myself against the opposite wall, enjoying her display of
full frontal nudity.  "So how is this different from all the other times
you made me run around without my clothes?"

   Carrie stepped cautiously into the middle of the hallway, massaging and
squeezing her breasts.  "Just look at me!  I'm positively indecent...  I'm
all curves and jiggling parts.  It's hard to hide my boobs, and if I turn
around, you can even see my lower lips from behind!"

   "Yes you can," I admitted, breathless, even as she turned and bent down
to touch her toes.  I was in awe of her incredible body.

   Now she stood up and crossed the distance between us, pressing her bare
breasts against me.  "But when you're naked, Erica, you just look cute.  So
it's not so bad."

   "Yeah, well," I started to reply.  I couldn't believe we were discussing
this!  "What about my long nipples and my...  you know.  It sticks out too,
and I tend to show a lot of pink, when I show everything."

   Carrie placed her hand on my crotch and said, "Mmmm...  is it sticking
out now?"

   It was!  But I didn't want this going where it was about to.  So I
quickly squirmed away from Carrie's touch, and headed for the door.  With
my foot, I was able to push it open, and then ran out into the parking lot
in broad daylight, with all of her clothes.

   I scanned the area, and was able to locate my friend's car, near the
side road we took when we turned into the lot.  Without waiting for Carrie
to keep up, I ran over to the car.  Leaning against the hood, I watched as
a second later, she bravely walked outside the building.

   Completely naked!

   This was so hot.  First she kept a hand clasped over her pussy.  Then
she used both hands to try and hold on to her bouncing tits.  Finally, she
realized that she had to navigate her way over the blacktop on the tips of
her toes, so she wouldn't get any pebbles or gravel on the bottoms of her
bare feet.  The end result was that Carrie did a bashful balancing act past
the scattered parked cars, with arms stretched out to either side.  But by
the time she reached me, she was back rubbing and squeezing her breasts
hard.

   "Oh, Erica this is too much!  People can look out their office windows
and see me..."

   I nodded my head slightly in the direction of the multi-storied brick
building.  There was a line of windows facing out toward the lot.  I
supposed anyone on the higher floors might peer through the glass and see
the two of us standing by Carrie's car.  But we were closer to the edge of
the pavement, rather than square in the middle.  Still, she was fully nude
and she hugged her shoulders tightly, dancing nervously on her toes.

   Suddenly, Carrie ran a hand through her hair, and I thought I could make
out a little pearl droplet on the tip of her protruding nipple.

   "Oh my gosh, Carrie!  Are you...  lactating?" I asked, blushing.

   The strawberry blonde looked down, then lifted up her tits in both hands
and giggled, "Um...  got milk?"

   I stared at her in amazement, finding it very erotic, and then asked,
"You're not...  I mean, you didn't get..."

   "No, no," Carrie laughed.  "This is something I've been practicing all
summer.  Usually it takes a lot of time and persistence in order to
self-induce lactation.  I think being naked out here made it happen much
quicker..."

   As I watched, another small droplet of her breast milk formed on the tip
of her other nipple.  "Wow...  that's kind of...  kinky!  How does it
feel?"

   "Hmmm," my friend closed her eyes and purred.  "It's very sensual.  And
the taste is sweet like sugar!"

   Just like that, Carrie raised a finger to flick each of her nipples, and
then sucked the finger in her mouth.  It was one of the most outrageously
hot things I had ever seen.  But I didn't want her to see how excited I
was, so I quickly turned around, and searched for her keys inside her
skirt.

   "Are you going to drive me home, or are you going to make me drive in
the nude?" Carrie asked over my shoulder.

   My hands trembled slightly, but I was able to open the electronic lock.
I pulled open the driver side door, and tossed all of Carrie's items on the
seat: her sweater, her shirt, her skirt, shoes, bra and panties.  Then I
shut the door fast, and clicked the lock again.  Turning around, I grinned
at my very naked friend.

   "We're going to take a little walk," I said.

   Carrie couldn't help but giggle, causing here breasts to flop up and
down.  She placed a hand on her stomach, her finger tracing a circle around
her bellybutton.  Her other hand rested lightly on the side of her leg as
she tossed her head back and gave a nervous look over her shoulder.  I
guess she didn't want to hang around and get caught out here.  At least,
that was what I was counting on.

   Shoving her keys in my pocket, I immediately started to move away from
the car.  Looking behind me, I saw Carrie hunch over and take some hesitant
steps to follow, while keeping her hands on the automobile.  But I
continued to walk straight ahead, leaving the parking lot entirely.  Soon
she would have to leave her cover.

   I remembered that the road we pulled off of to enter the lot was a
quiet, secluded street lined with tall leafy trees.  Further down the block
would lead us back to the main avenue that ran in front of the office
building.  But going in the opposite direction would take us further away
from town and into a more residential area.  I skipped along the side of
the road, turning to see Carrie scamper and scurry and try to hide her
nudity.

   As she had said herself, it was almost impossible.  Even with an arm
slung across her tits, it just barely concealed her areolas and nipples,
which were pretty erect.  There was still a lot of cleavage, and not much
left to the imagination about the size of her bouncing globes.  While she
kept one hand between her legs, her five fingers were spread, allowing
teasing glimpses of her blonde pubic hair or the pink of her aroused pussy
lips.  And when she spun around at the slightest noise or sound of voices,
there was no hiding that beautiful bare ass.  Walking backward to keep an
eye on any traffic that might turn onto the road, Carrie was a sight to
behold from behind.

   "Where are you going, Erica?" she asked, turning to face me.

   I smiled and said, "I think the park is only a couple of blocks around
the corner..."

   "It is?" Carrie scratched her head, looking up and down the street. 
"How do you know that?"

   "Let's just say, I've become familiar with the necessary paths to take,
when all your clothes have been stolen!"

   I actually shivered, standing in the shadow of a towering elm tree,
thinking about all the naked walks home I've had to manage.  But now, I was
the one fully dressed, and my buxom friend was absolutely nude. 
Confidently, I began walking down the street.

   At one point, I had to cross to the other side of the road.  Carrie was
about to follow right after me, but she was quick to hear the sound of
tires on the pavement.  I watched her duck behind the girth of a tree, just
as a car came driving up behind us.  It passed by without noticing us.  But
regarding Carrie as she pressed her body against the tree, reminded me of
the times I had to sneak behind such hiding places.  Usually, my pointy
nipples or extended clit would rub against the bark.  Once, I had an orgasm
while waiting for a bike rider to cycle down the road.

   When it was quiet again and safe enough, Carrie jiggled her way over to
the other side of the street.  As we stood on the grass, I wondered if she
enjoyed the tickle of the short green blades as her feet sank into the
ground.  I told her to put her hands at her sides.

   "You have to brush off the wood chips, when you stand so close to the
trees," I explained as my hand swept between her breasts and down her
tummy, until my fingers found her pubic hair.

   "Thanks, Erica!" she said, standing up on her toes, almost inviting me
to slip my finger inside her pussy.  "You really are an expert on this!"

   As tempting as her warm slit was, I pulled away my hand and moved
further down the block.  After we walked past a few more houses, I had to
stop again and get my bearings.  While it was fun leading Carrie around
while she was naked, I had a specific place in mind I wanted to get to.

   "All right, we have to cut across this property," I said after a moment.

   "What?" my friend asked startled.  "You mean like we have to walk onto
their lawn...  into their back yard?"

   I nodded my head with certainty.  "This house is located right in back
of the park's hiking trails.  The only way to get into the park without
being noticed, is through the woods here."

   Carrie clutched her boobs, one in each hand and protested, "So I'm
supposed to go trespassing, without any clothes on?"

   "Look..." I said, pointing to the empty driveway.  "There's no car. 
They probably left for the morning already.  I'm sure there's nobody home!"

   "Well, why didn't you say so!" my friend giggled and dropped her hands
to her hips.

   To my surprise, she then marched up the driveway completely naked, but
then turned onto a little path that wound its way to the front porch.  The
busty nineteen-year-old girl stepped up to the door, first making sure she
couldn't be seen from the street.  Then she proceeded to ring the doorbell!

   "Carrie!  What are you doing!" I called from the driveway.  "You are
going to get in trouble!"

   But she only laughed, not covering up at all.  She even put her hands on
her head and shook her tits at the door.  "What, Erica?  You said no one
was home..."

   Suddenly, we could hear heavy footsteps coming from the upstairs of the
house.  Carrie and I froze for a moment and exchanged shocked looks.  Then
I pointed frantically toward the backyard.  She read my signal, and came
bouncing down the front porch steps.  From inside the house, we heard
someone calling that they would just be a minute.

   "Quick...  run into the woods!" I urged her.

   When she reached where I was standing, she still looked a little unsure.
Keeping one hand between her legs, she nibbled on her fingernails
anxiously. Finally, I grabbed her arm and pulled her after me as we ran
along the side of the house.  Carrie...  naked, in some stranger's yard. 
This was hot!

   I guess it was fortunate that she had lured the homeowner to the front
of the house, as we rounded the corner.  If we had proceeded straight onto
the property, they might have seen us from an upstairs window.  We could
just hear the door swing open on its hinges, a voice raised in annoyance at
finding nobody there.  Carrie and I raced across the lawn, and I had to
keep her from slipping on the grass in her bare feet.  When we made it
safely inside the tree line, I paused and saw that her nipples were very
erect.  Beneath my shirt, so were mine.

   "Wow!" Carrie gasped, holding a hand to her smooth stomach.  With her
other hand, she teased the ends of her strawberry-blonde hair, looking
absolutely delicious.

   "No time for that!" I muttered, reaching out to take my friend's fingers
again.

   Under the cover of branches, we pressed deeper into the woods.  I needed
to navigate our way onto the proper path that would lead us into the park.
Occasionally, leaves would swipe past my face, or slender limbs would snag
at my clothes.  With one hand, I pushed forward, stepping over roots and
the brush that grew along side of the trail.  After a few minutes, I heard
Carrie giggling behind me.

   "What?" I asked, half-turning me head.

   Carrie picked some twigs out of her mass of hair and said, "Oh, these
woods, Erica!  I feel like every branch is caressing my body!  How do you
do it?"

   "Usually I'm running through here," I confessed to my naked friend, "not
taking a leisurely stroll.  Still..."

   Carrie plucked a stray leaf from her pubic hair, and I could see she was
moist down there.  "Still, what, Erica?"

   "Um...  I guess there were some times, you know, when I was just so hot
and excited...  I would lay down on the ground and masturbate."

   "Ohmygosh!" Carrie laughed.  "You've played with yourself out here?  So
close to the park!"

   Even though she was the one bare ass nude, I felt myself blush at the
admission.  All I could do was nod my head.  I looked at Carrie with
longing, maybe even a bit of envy.

   "So where are you taking me?" the long-legged girl finally asked.

   I told her that I had a surprise for her.  Something to teach her lesson
for being so naughty, and taking off all her clothes at the doctor's
office. As I thought about it, I was amazed at how far we had ventured away
from her things.  We had walked at least a couple of miles, and the only
clothing to be found, was on me!  The idea sent a thrill of excitement up
and down my spine.  Carefully, I stepped onto the open path.

   "Erica...  I can't go out there!" Carrie whispered from behind the
branches of a young sapling.

   I smiled at her and said, "Oh, so now you've gone all bashful!"

   "It's not that," she replied as she crossed an arm over her breasts and
lowered a hand over her pussy.  "I already told you that my nudity is
really brazen, I mean I'm so out there!  But now...  I'm also kind of
horny!"

   Shaking my head to hide my grin, I answered, "Well, that's too bad.  You
wanted some excitement.  Now come out here!"

   Meekly, Carrie stretched out her bare leg, her toes daintily finding the
light dirt path.  It was fun to watch her squirming and shuffling forward,
trying to keep her big boobs cradled in one arm.  I pointed to a spot on
the ground, and made her walk into the middle of the trail.  Knowing that
just the possibility of being caught increased her arousal, I wondered what
would happen if a bike rider or jogger did pass us now.  She would probably
have an orgasm right in front of me!

   Licking my lips, I slowly walked around the girl.  Her knees were locked
together, keeping one hand over her crotch.  So I decided to admire her
from behind.  Carrie's ass was so round, and juicy.  Smooth and golden, I
finally couldn't help but place my palm on one of her cheeks.

   "Put your hands on top of your head," I said, enjoying this newfound
dominance.

   She hesitated, and then Carrie shook out her long blonde hair. 
Reluctantly, she pulled her arms away from her body so that she could lock
her fingers above her head.  Perhaps out of reflex, she also separated her
legs, positioning her feet about shoulder-width apart.  A casual glance
below saw that her labia were hanging down.  I stepped fully behind my
friend, and gave her ass a good squeeze.

   "Oooooh!" she responded, even arching up on her toes.

   Then I walked a few feet backward, leaving her standing there,
completely on display.  I really wanted to see if someone would come up the
path in either direction.  She would be so humiliated!  I looked over my
shoulder, but I didn't see anyone.  Another minute passed, and I was
getting pretty excited myself, from the anticipation.  I could only imagine
what Carrie was feeling.  Finally, I figured it was time to move on.

   "All right," I said as I walked past her, "You can come along and follow
me if you wish..."

   Stopping with hands on my hips, I flipped my hair over my shoulder kind
of like the way Lisa used to do, and looked behind me.  Carrie's hazel eyes
were wide, and her hands still entwined above her head.  With her breasts
uncovered, I could see just how hard her nipples really were.  I looked her
up and down one more time, and then resumed my course down the path.

   It didn't take long before the strawberry-blonde was shuffling next to
my side, rubbing her bare arm against mine.  The physical contact made my
heart race, and I could feel that she was hot.  She also smelled wonderful,
the perfume of her hair mixing with her feminine musk.

   "Where are we going, Erica?" she squeaked into my ear.

   I said nothing, but continued to walk ahead until the trail ended in a
T-section.  A path branched off to the left and the right.  In the middle,
a wooden sign was posted with directions.  One arrow indicated the
direction to the campgrounds.  The other...  pointed the way toward a small
miniature golf putting range that was annexed to the park.

   Turning my head from the sign to smile at Carrie I said, "This ought to
be fun!"

   And just like that, I skipped down the trail, giggling with the
possibilities.  Carrie came bouncing up behind me, her boobs undulating and
hips wiggling.  She had her arms stretched out in front of her and at her
side as she crept forward, almost as if she could no longer touch her body.

   "Erica...  you aren't taking me to the putting green, are you?" she
reached out and tugged on my shirt.  "There might be people there, and they
will see me naked!"

   I put my hand on her soft stomach, just above her pubic hair, and gently
pushed away.  "Maybe they will get quite an eyeful..."

   "Oh!" Carrie groaned, but followed after my footsteps.

   We rounded a bend in the trail, and I could see that ahead it would be
opening up away from the trees.  I could also see a small building, with
the stand out front where they rented the clubs and golf balls.  Feeling a
twinge of guilt, I told Carrie to stay put while I scoped it out.

   She was squatting in a crouch when I returned to tell her that the
putting greens were empty this morning.

   "The guy at the caddy shack is pretty cute," I said, smiling down at
her. "So here's what I want you to do.  While I go keep him occupied, you
know, by talking to him about his stick and balls...  you can run to the
first tee.  It's behind a high hedge, completely out of view."

   Hugging her shoulders, Carrie tossed her mane of hair back and squealed,
"Erica, what's gotten into you!  Stick and balls, indeed!  You can't
honestly expect me to streak across the park golf course?"

   "Well, it's not that far for you to go.  The area is pretty small,
mostly for families and kids." I glanced back over my shoulder, and then
turned to my friend.  "Just wait for me to engage the attendant."

   "Oh sure, and then I'll just run stark naked to the first hole!" the
blond girl pouted, even as I noticed a bit of pink peeking between her
legs. "He probably goes to our college."

   Licking my front teeth with my tongue, I answered, "Yeah...  he's about
nineteen or twenty.  I'll ask him..."

   And with that declaration, I spun around and began heading toward the
end of the trail.  As I had scouted earlier, the building was directly
ahead, and the only other person around was inside.  While I kept him
occupied, Carrie would just need to sneak out and run to the side, around
the hedge wall.  Of course, she would be out in the open, in broad
daylight. But it would be the one chance she would get.

   "Hi!" I said pleasantly as I stepped up to the counter of the golf
equipment shack.

   The young man, lean and sprouting facial hair, raised his head from the
magazine he was reading.  "Oh, um...  hello.  Can I help you?"

   I looked around coyly, teasing the ends of my shoulder-length hair with
one hand.  "I'd like a golf club, please."

   "You want to play golf?" he asked, confused.  "By yourself?  You don't
really look dressed for it."

   Amazingly, I felt my heart beating fast, as he checked out my slim
figure and slender legs.  I teased the hem of my skirt a little and said,
"Um, yeah...  that's all right."

   Now feeling more mischievous, I stood up on the toes of my shoes and
leaned forward.  My elbows were on the counter, and the front of my shirt
hung low.  I know I don't have big titties like Carrie, but my breasts can
be cute and perky.  My nipples were sticking straight out at that moment,
and I wasn't wearing a bra.

   I lowered my eyes to check out the boy's crotch, and said, "I just want
to work on my stroke."

   The poor guy nearly fell out of his seat!  He fumbled and stuttered, and
finally asked what size I liked.  Blushing, I told him it didn't matter. 
He then turned his back so that he could find me a suitable golf club.  It
was then I turned my head and caught a glimpse of Carrie in the nude,
walking out onto the grass.  She looked uncertain of which way to go, and
paused with both hands cupped over her pussy.

   "Go that way!" I called out, swinging my arm to the side.

   "What?" the attendant asked, starting to turn around.

   Thinking quickly, I thrust my other finger forward, gesturing wildly. 
"No, that one!"

   His eyes were drawn away from the spectacle of my naked friend creeping
past the building, and toward a titanium putter mounted on the wall.  He
went to retrieve the club, and by the time he faced the counter, Carrie had
vanished.  The young man however, gave me a smirk.

   "You like the good stuff, huh?" he chuckled.

   I shrugged my shoulders, and tried to act casual.  "Yeah, well, only the
best will do."

   "By the way, my name is Ty," he then felt it appropriate to introduce
himself.  "Have I seen you before?  Like maybe you go to my college..."

   I think I was still blushing, and I answered with eyes lowered shyly,
"My name is Erica.  I'm starting my second year at school..."

   "Yeah, I think you're in my World Literature class, or something! 
Anyway, listen, this kind of club is actually a little more expensive to
rent.  And only regular members are allowed to used it."

   "Oh," I said in a small voice.

   But then Ty leaned in close to the counter and whispered, "I can let you
use it this morning, because no one else is scheduled, and my boss isn't
around.  But you have to promise me that you will return it to me as soon
as you are finished, OK, Erica?"

   "Thank you, Ty," I smiled at the young man, and then started to leave
with the club held tightly in both hands.

   "Erica!" he called out before I had even taken a step.  "Don't forget
your ball!"

   Seeing the small dimpled golf ball on the counter, I giggled.  I then
took this between by thumb and forefinger and thanked the attendant again.
He waved, and I kind of backed away slowly, our eyes still lingering.  And
then I spun around and skipped off toward the first tee with all the
enthusiasm of a schoolgirl.

   When I ducked behind the high wall draped in ivy and leaves, I nearly
stumbled into Carrie.  She bounced on her toes, one arm slung across her
boobs, the other hanging down in front of her crotch.  Apparently, she had
stayed just out of sight around the corner, but had watched the whole
rental exchange.

   "Making new friends, are we?" she teased.

   I gave her a wink and said, "I could always introduce you, if you like!"

   "Ha ha," Carried laughed, "maybe later when I'm not so bare.  Or maybe
we could have a threesome!"

   "Oh, Carrie, you are so horrible!" I said, using the end of the club to
brush her arm away from her body.  I touched her pussy with the leather
grip.

   "Say, that is a nice stick," she purred.

   I held it there for a moment, wondering if I could even push it inside
her.  And then all my ideas, my planning, the whole point of this trip to
the park, suddenly came together.  I snapped the golf club up, resting it
on my shoulder.

   "We're going to have a contest," I informed Carrie.

   Folding her arms across her tits, my friend said, "I am not playing nine
holes of golf in the nude!"

   "We don't need to," I tried to continue.  "Listen, you'll take the first
turn.  See how many puts it takes you to sink the first hole."

   "That sounds dirty," Carrie giggled.

   With a sigh, I went on, "Yeah, well, I think I can beat you.  How ever
many strokes it takes, I think I can do it in less."

   "You are the expert on stroking, Erica!" my friend emphasized her
innuendo by running a finger through her golden pubic hair.  "So what
happens when you beat me?  I'm already naked..."

   I walked around her, measuring the distance from the starting tee to the
first hole.  "If I shoot under your par, then you have to masturbate right
here on the green...  with this club!"

   "Oh wow..." Carrie gasped, her eyes wide.  "That's a lot.  If I cum
right now, I'll have a screaming orgasm!  That will be so embarrassing, to
do that in public!"

   "I know," I smiled, returning to the tee and placing the golf ball.

   The strawberry-blonde shyly tip toed over to stand next to me.  "So what
happens if I win?"

   "What?" Momentarily distracted, I hadn't thought of that.  I was
wondering what the artificial grass beneath her feet felt like.

   Carrie stroked her beautiful chin for a moment, and then said, "How
about...  if I get the ball in less strokes than you, then you have to give
me your clothes to wear!"

   "What?" I exclaimed again.  "They will never fit!"

   Cupping her big breasts in her hands and jiggling them up and down, my
friend laughed, "I'll make do.  But also, if you loose, you have to do
whatever I tell you for the rest of the day!"

   At this point, I was pretty sure I was going to win.  I've played more
than a few rounds of miniature golf with my family.  But I can't ever
imagine seeing busty Carrie doing this.  I just wanted to get the whole
thing over with, and complete her humiliation.  So many times, I had been
stripped and forced to pleasure myself, or tricked into playing with myself
in front of everyone.  Now it was time for me to be in control!

   "Sure, sure...  whatever," I waved away her stipulation, and presented
her the titanium putter.

   Since Carrie had to take the stick in both hands, she was unable to
cover up at all.  I had to admit she did look hot, standing there fully
nude at the tee.  She rubbed the toes of one foot behind her other leg,
bashfully unsure of herself or what to do.  Her eyes roamed down the length
of the club, all the way to the little ball waiting at her bare feet.  It
was if she suddenly realized she would have to bend down a little to take a
swing, and what a sight that would be!

   "Try not to swing too hard," I felt it necessary to give her a bit of
advice.

   "Thanks, Erica!" she smiled warmly, and prepared to line up her shot.

   Her heels were together, and she wiggled her toes on the green felt. 
Fingers were wrapped tightly around the leather grip of the golf club, one
hand just below the other.  As she bent forward in order to line the putter
up with the ball, her naked breasts hung down.  I could see that her pink
nipples were still very erect.  It seemed like she was taking a long time,
almost deliberately drawing this out, but I didn't mind.  I walked behind
her, and watched Carrie wiggle her hips, her butt jiggling with the motion.
From between her separated thighs, I could see her pink pussy lips.

   Her stomach clenched, her ass cheeks clenched as her whole bare body
tightened up.  At the last second, she swung her head to look over her
shoulder, as if to make sure no body would see her making this naked swing.
Then she brought her hands back, opening up her stance.

   It was like watching her in slow motion.  With her legs parted, I saw
her labia unfold and drop down.  Then she brought her arms forward in a
vigorous down stroke, the head of the club making contact with the ball. 
Her boobs bounced wildly, her bottom undulating with the momentum of her
swing.  It was such an erotic spectacle!  I felt my own clitoris emerge out
of its hood.

   The ball soared into the air and made a glorious arch to land within a
few yards of the first hole.  It bounced on the green...  once, twice, and
then rolled toward the lip of the implanted cup.  The ball teetered on the
edge for a second, and then dropped in.

   Carrie dropped her golf club and brought both hands to her mouth in
amazement.

   "Ohmygosh, Erica!" she cried.  "Did you see that?"

   Speechless, all I could do was continue to watch as she jumped up and
down on her toes.  She spun around, giving me an unobstructed look at every
inch of her.  I don't know if she was even aware of her nudity, but as she
brought her hands to her head in disbelief, her breasts flopped around in
playful circles.  Then totally naked, she ran down to the hole in order to
confirm her shot.  Finally, I was forced to follow after her.

   "Ohmygosh!  That's what they call, like, a hole-in-one...  right?"
Carrie could not contain her exuberating joy.

   I began to realize that she was not playing me, that this impossible
shot was indeed a fluke, a freak of luck.  I don't know how she did it, but
my inexperienced friend did it, and without wearing any clothes!  She was
completely nude!  I scratched my head bewildered.

   "Now it's your turn, little Erica!" Carrie giggled.

   Before she handed me the club, first my friend took me by wrist and
gently placed my hand on her fuzzy vulva.  My fingers sought her inviting
lips, her hardened clit, and I could feel how hot and wet she was.

   "For luck!" she moaned, and then Carrie kissed me on the lips.

   While I was standing there breathless, she then took my hand and thrust
the club into my trembling grip.  What was going on?  Carrie giggled and
crouched down, her face just inches from the front of my skirt.  But all
she did was reach into the cup in the ground and retrieve the ball.

   "Here you go, sweetie," she said standing back up with a bounce and a
jiggle.  "You go and take your shot, and I'll wait here.  I don't want to
distract you..."

   Right.  So I numbly took the little ball in the palm of my other hand
and began to march back to the tee.  I was dimly aware of the dimples being
pressed into my skin, and I gripped the putter tightly.  All I had to do
was make a hole-in-one myself.  Then we could play a tiebreaker on the
second hole.  And I was much better than Carrie at miniature golf.  But if
I didn't sink the ball on my first swing...

   I began to line up the head of the golf club with the ball. 
Concentration was key.  I just had to take a nice, easy swing, not too
hard. The same advice I had given to Carrie just moments ago.  As I tried
to get into a rhythm and comfortable stance, I realized that it would be
tough to make this shot in my skirt.  That must have been how my friend was
able to get a hole-in-on, since she was not encumbered my pants, or
underwear, or anything at all!

   With that memory, I glanced up from the ball, and looked down the green
fairway.  Holding the flag that marked the first hole, Carrie stood facing
me, full frontal.  I mean, she wasn't covering up her tits or her pussy. 
Of course, at this distance, I couldn't make out her little pink details.
But the fact that she was standing there stark naked, on one of the park's
public putting greens, made my hands shake.

   Before I could let myself get too nervous, I pulled back my hands,
raising the club, and then bringing it down and across in one easy motion.

   "Oh shit!" I cried.

   Too late, my reckless swing hit the tee, knocking it of the felt
surface. The ball popped in the air, slicing about a dozen yards ahead, and
bounced in the middle of the track.  Nowhere near the first hole.  I saw
Carrie do a jump in the air, spinning around, and showing me her bare ass
in the process.

   Part of me was embarrassed that I had made such a pathetic shot.  I
hugged my shoulders, and turned my head to look behind me.  Also, I was
worried about Carrie drawing any attention to us over here.  As far as the
caddy shack attendant knew, it was just me practicing alone on the course.
And then I was fearful that other patrons of the park, families or kids,
might arrive on the scene at any moment.

   "Come over here, Erica!" my friend Carrie waved with her arm.

   I hung my head in shame, but began to dutifully plod forward.  Halfway
up, taking measured steps, I paused to retrieve the golf ball.  I guess I
could have taken another shot, but what was the point?  Carrie already beat
me.  Before I knew it, I found myself standing across from her, the hole in
the ground between us.

   Nude, the strawberry-blonde folded her arms over her breasts and
evaluated me.  "I think I want you take off your shoes, Erica."

   "But they won't fit you," I said miserably.

   Carrie looked down at my feet, but insisted.  "I want to try."

   Well, I had lost the bet, as improbable as that had been, and now I had
to listen to her demands.  With a deliberate huff, I crouched down so I
could undo the strap at my ankle.  I unclasped each one, and then standing
up, kicked off both my shoes.  As I predicted, Carrie could just manage to
slip her toes inside, but was unable to squeeze her heel the rest of the
way in.  My feet are just too cute and little.  I also realized that the
feel of the felt surface was kind of nice beneath my soles.

   "All right, I guess I won't be wearing these," my friend acknowledged.
"But I will carry them with me so it looks like I juts took off my shoes
for a barefoot stroll."

   I couldn't help but giggle, "And a bare everything stroll!"

   Immediately, I wished I hadn't said that.  Carrie smiled at me and then
lowered her eyes to look down the length of her own naked body.  She rubbed
her hand on her sexy stomach, making a circle around her bellybutton.  Her
pussy was opened up pink, and the sunlight seemed to glisten off her golden
pubic hair.

   "Time to cover up this girl," my friend declared.  "Erica, give me your
skirt."

   "Oh, but you know it will be too tight!" I whined, even as my fingers
fidgeted for the zipper at my side.

   Carrie held out her arm, saying, "I've worn tight skirts before."

   Soon, the material slipped through my hands, gliding down my slender
nineteen-year-old legs.  I couldn't believe I was standing here on the
miniature golf course of a public park!  Stepping to the side, I looked
down to see I was wearing no shoes or socks or pants or skirt.  My hands
reflexively crossed over the front of my panties.

   "You look so cute like that!" Carrie exclaimed, and waited for me to
pick up my own shirt and hand it to her.  "Just like a little girl..."

   Once she had the item, she wasted no time wrapping it around her hips.
Of course, the strawberry-blonde young woman was several inches taller than
me, so the hem fell just at the top of her thighs.  She had to wiggle
around a bit, to hold the sides together and pull up the zipper.  I told
her she was going to stretch the material, but she only stuck her tongue
out at me!  So much for being a good sport.

   Still topless, Carrie placed her hands on her hips and said, "Now give
me you shirt!"

   "Oh, but..." I squirmed, arching up on the toes of one foot, keeping a
hand in front of my damp panties, and the other tugging the bottom of my
sleeveless top.

   "Come on," she snapped her fingers impatiently.  "You enjoyed a free
boob show for long enough.  Now its time for me to cover up!"

   I didn't know what to do.  I was standing here in my underwear.  There
was no way I could find the words to argue, and besides, I had lost the
bet. Slowly, I turned around so that my back was facing Carrie.  Now both
my hands gripped the bottom of my shirt.  I closed my eyes and peeled the
material up my body, up and over my head!

   "Erica, you're not wearing a bra!" my friend said with a giggle.

   "No," I replied, clutching the shirt to my chest.

   Carrie continued, "Well, come on, turn around and let me see your
titties."

   Of course, I had no choice but to face forward once more.  Reluctantly,
I dropped my arms to my sides.  I know she had seen my small breasts
before, but having spent all morning running around with her and her big
bouncing boobs, made me feel really self-conscious.  And on top of that, my
long pink nipples were very erect.

   "Precious," Carrie commented as she took my shirt away from me.

   Now I was even more embarrassed, as a blush spread over my body from my
ears down to the tips of my toes.  I shifted my arms, bringing one up to
hold across my tits, and I kept one hand lowered in front of my panties.  I
couldn't believe I was out here in just a pair of little white underpants!
While my busty friend pulled my top over her head, I looked around
nervously, my heart beating faster.

   Of course, she was just able to squeeze her head through my top, and it
only barely covered her breasts.  Her stomach and lower back were in full
view.  In fact, combined with the tight black skirt that looked more like a
belt, Carrie had a very promiscuous appearance.  If it were possible, I'd
say she looked hotter than when she was naked.  But then, at least she did
have all her parts covered up.  She would have to be careful how she
walked.

   "All...  all right," I stammered, flustered by my near nudity.  "Where
do we go from here?"

   Carrie in fact moved around easily in my ill-fitting clothes, and bent
at her knees to pick up the golf club.  "First, I think you are supposed to
return this to the equipment shack!"

   "Oh!" I gasped, immediately bringing my hands up to hide my breasts,
just close enough for my nipples to tickle my palms.  "You...  you're going
to make me return the golf club in just my panties?"

   "No, that would be silly," Carrie giggled.  "I want you to remove your
underwear!"

   Now I dropped my arms to my sides again, this time in shock.  Was she
serious, or just kidding?  I mean, I couldn't show myself to that guy who
went to our college!  And she wanted me to walk right up to him, stark
naked?  I just stood there, my bare tits sticking out as my toes curled on
the ground.

   "What's the matter, Erica?" my friend smiled and started to walk around
me.

   When she stood behind me, Carrie gently placed the head of the golf club
on my back.  The cool metal on my skin made my arms spring out to either
side like airplane wings.  I remained in that position as she traced the
club down the supple curve of my spine, as my nipples grew long and hard.
By the time she reached the elastic band of my panties, I had arched up on
my tiptoes.

   I heard the golf club drop to the ground behind me, bouncing to the
turf. And then Carrie's hands were on my hips, causing me to close my eyes.
Swiftly, she grabbed the silk material of my underwear and pulled down. 
They fell to my feet, and I lifted one at a time in order to step out of my
last piece of clothing.  For some reason, I returned my toes to the ground
with legs separated farther than before.

   I was naked.  Naked on the first hole of the park's miniature golf
course!  Suddenly, I opened my eyes as if I couldn't believe this was
happening, or maybe hope that I would wake from a bad dream.  As if seeking
more proof, I lifted my fingers to brush my nipples shyly, to run down my
stomach and touch my bare pussy, and then slapped both my hands on the
smooth cheeks of my ass.

   "Oh!" I finally gasped.

   Then I bent fully at the waist, letting my hair hang down over my head.
I'm pretty trim, so I can easily touch my toes while keeping my legs
perfectly straight.  Looking upside down between my legs, I could see
Carrie laughing.

   "Ooooh, what a nice rosebud, Erica!" she giggled.

   Ohmygosh, she was talking about my little anus!  I was showing her so
much, yet I remained in this position, perhaps waiting for my friend to
stick her finger in my ass.  Instead, I watched her crouch down carefully
to pick up my panties, and then she strolled past me without even a pat on
the butt.

   Straightening myself again, I stepped fully nude over to her side, and
asked, "Where...  where are you going?"

   "I've got to watch you bring back the golf club," Carrie said, while
casually dangling my shoes on the tips of her fingers.

   I took one look down at my body, and then back at the strawberry-blonde
young woman.  "You're really going to make me do it?  I mean...  I am so
naked!  What was that you said earlier, how it didn't seem right for you to
be seen without any clothes on?"

   Carrie turned to face me, standing so close that our toes touched. 
"Yes, but you're so cute when you're nude, Erica!"

   "Thanks...  but...  well, just look at my breast, and how long my
nipples are!" I said blushing.  "And, and, I'm absolutely hairless so I'm
just showing nothing but pink!"

   As if on cue, Carrie traced a finger around my bellybutton and down to
my most sensitive folds of skin, which caused my clitoris to spring out
fully erect.  "Yes, it sure looks like he will be getting an eyeful."

   And that brought an end to any further discussion.  Speechless, I
watched Carrie spin around, moving closer to the edge of the wall so she
could peer past the hedges and see the equipment shack.  I was at a loss.
But we had made a bet, and I now I had to do as she said.  Also, I did
promise Ty that I would bring the expensive club back to him.  I just never
thought it would be like this!

   Flustered and nervous, my heart beating wildly, I returned to the golf
club lying the ground.  The metal was cool in my grip, reminding me of my
total nudity.  I also retrieved the golf ball that we had left rolling on
the turf.  This, I squeezed tight in one hand as butterflies filed my
tummy. The club I held between my breasts, the head hanging in front of my
crotch to hide my little pussy.

   "You look so adorable!" Carrie giggled as I slowly walked past her.

   Thinking about it, I probably should have run straight over to the caddy
shack, so I would not get caught by anyone else, and also to get this over
with as soon as possible.  But I could not will my legs to move any faster.
I was somehow delighting in the sensations of my bare feet when I finally
reached the real grass of the park grounds.  With measured steps, I walked
closer and closer to the small building, completely naked.

   I could see the young man, Ty, sitting behind the counter.  He was once
more absorbed in reading his magazine.  I wondered if I was forgotten
already.  Glancing to my side, I noted my smooth round shoulder, and the
sun beat down on my back and bare ass.  I'm really not an exhibitionist,
and I was so embarrassed to be doing this.

   My feet shuffling through the grass probably alerted him to my presence.
As I neared the counter, he looked up from the magazine and then went back
to reading.  And then he did a double take, unable to believe his eyes.

   "Oh...  wow!" the young man gasped, sitting up in his chair.

   My nude hips were fully in view, of course, as were my small tits with
nipples sticking straight out.  One arm hung down at my side, and I
squeezed the golf ball tighter.  But I was very careful with my other arm,
to hold the club as still as possible, covering my bald pussy.  I realized
that Carrie, looking on like a voyeur, had a clear view of my naked little
bottom.

   Ty, now started to get to his feet and asked, "Erica...  what happened?"

   "I decided to take off my shoes," I answered, making this up as I went
along.

   "Your shoes?" Ty pressed himself forward to look over the counter, to
see my toes in the grass, and the length of my totally bare slender legs.

   My clit pushed against the head of the golf club and I gasped, "Um... 
yes.  My shoes were too uncomfortable for me to walk around on the green.
And I was having a hard time practicing my swing, so I took off my skirt,
too."

   "You took off your skirt..." the young man repeated, amazed.

   I couldn't believe I was talking to this guy who was in my college
English class, and might be in more classes this year, standing here nude.
My toes curled, and my sensitive nipples started poking toward the sky. 
Only the wide head of the putter hid my shaved slit, which had opened.

   "And then it was just so hot," I continued, "and you said no one else
would be around, so I took off my top.  But I don't have a bra on today."

   Ty gave a soft chuckle, "I can see that."

   Ohmygosh!  He could also see how hard my nipples were, and I pictured
him tweaking them and sucking on my tits.  I'm sure he could tell how horny
I was.

   "Well, I figured, what the hell...  you know?" I giggled nervously. 
"And I removed my underwear."

   Shaking his head, the young man said, "So you stripped off on the golf
course, and practiced naked?  That's pretty hot!"

   "Um, yeah, it is...  I mean it was!"

   A moment of awkward silence passed between us, which seemed to last
forever, until Ty cleared his throat.  "I suppose I need to take that golf
club back from you, Erica."

   Realizing that this golf club was all I was wearing, I reluctantly
answered, "Oh...  right."

   Ty swept his palm across the counter and said, "You can lay the club
right here."

   I lowered my eyes and saw my nipples quivering to either side of the
titanium shaft.  The head was steady between my legs for a moment longer. I
took a deep breath, and then raised the club to drop it on the counter. 
Immediately, I cupped my other hand, the one that was holding the golf
ball, over my pussy.  Secretly I rolled the dimpled ball over my clit,
making a small moan.

   "Was it good for you?" the young man asked.

   "What?" I gasped, a little startled, as I hadn't even had an orgasm yet.
But I was very close.

   Then Ty explained, "The golf club...  it's really sweet.  Perfectly
balanced, one of the finest pieces of equipment we have.  It kind of suits
you, Erica."

   I blushed, but said nothing.

   "I'm going to need the ball back, if you're done with it," he added.

   Ashamed because I had been slowly masturbating with the little sphere, I
was quick to place it on the counter next to the club.  But this time, I
brought my hand down, lowering my arm to my side.  As I lifted my other
hand to tease the ends of my hair, I stood before the young man with
everything on display.  Nothing was left to the imagination.  Shyly, I took
a step forward and let my fingers fall on the edge of the counter.  Naked,
I crouched down, feeling my pink labia hang between my legs.

   "Listen, um, Ty...  this is really embarrassing," I confessed.

   He just smiled down at me for a moment, and then told me I had no reason
to be ashamed!  He took my little fingers in his hands and asked me to
stand up again.  Slowly, I agreed, even allowing the young man to lift my
arms as I straightened up to stand on my toes.  Now I was really showing
everything, giving him a good look at my pussy.  All pink and hairless, my
clit sticking out of its hood.  But when he let go his hold, my first
instinct was to bring my arms to my chest, crossing my wrists so that the
elbows covered my small tits.

   I couldn't believe I was just letting this guy look at me!  It felt so
dirty, but the sensations I was getting were also unbelievable.  When he
asked me to turn around, I just dropped my hands to my sides and slowly
spun until I was facing the golf course.  I closed my eyes, because I
half-expected to be a line of people there, witnessing my total nudity. 
But I also relished the thought of Ty checking out my bare ass, my tight
and supple behind.

   "Hey, Erica," he said in a husky voice, causing me to look over my
shoulder.  "Do you want to come back around and hang out inside the shack?"

   He adjusted his pants a little, and I knew what he had in mind.  Of
course, I was very horny too, so the offer was tempting.  I wouldn't mind
him playing with me, even teasing and fingering me, but I had a feeling it
would go further than that.  Technically, I was still a virgin, having
never been penetrated by a man.  And now I was really confused with
emotions, between what my body wanted to do, and what my head said I
shouldn't do.

   I had moved around to the side of the equipment shack, and look inside
with longing.  Just at that moment, from seemingly out of nowhere, Carrie
came walking up to us.  Suddenly, I felt all self-conscious again.  I threw
an arm across my breasts while slipping a hand down in front of my crotch.
She had my shoes that didn't fit her hooked on a finger and slung over one
shoulder.  Dressed in my skirt that was too tight and only came down to the
tops of her thighs, the strawberry blonde was all legs and bare feet.  And
beneath my top that she was wearing, her big tits heaved.

   "Isn't Erica just so cute!" Carrie said as she slapped my ass, causing
me to bounce up on my toes.

   Ty looked from me to my friend, back and forth between us.  His eyes
darted from totally naked me, to busty Carrie who left little to the
imagination.  I think it was just dawning on him that she was dressed in
the clothes I had been wearing earlier.  He looked very confused.

   Meanwhile, Carrie slipped behind me and moved my arms out of the way. 
She just couldn't resist the urge to keep me exposed.  But then she slid
her own arm around my body, letting her hand rub down my stomach.  Gently,
she used two fingers to spread apart my pussy.  I just closed my eyes and
whimpered.  She was going to masturbate me, and make cum right in front of
this guy!

   Or so I thought.

   Instead, after a moment of holding me in this embrace, Carrie called out
over my shoulder, "Sorry, Ty, but this show is over.  Erica is coming with
me!"

   And just like that, my friend took me by the hand and started pulling me
away from the golf course.  We were headed back toward the trails that led
into the park.  She had my shoes in one hand, and naked me following after.
It was hard to keep up with her long strides, so I just scampered along
with my little tits and bare butt bouncing.

   The two of us retraced our steps from earlier in the morning.  Carrie
even made me stand in that same place in the middle of the path, legs
separated and hands on my head.  Only this time, after what seemed an
eternity of standing there with my nude body on display, someone did pass
by riding a bike!

   "Eeeek!" I squealed, hearing the tires skid on the dirt trail.

   At that moment, Carrie grabbed me again, and took me into the woods off
to the side.  We ran past the leaves and snagging branches, not daring to
look behind us.  But all the strain of running and scrambling finally took
its toll on my skirt that never really fit the taller blonde in the first
place.  As we reached the edge of that neighbor's property line, I looked
down and saw that it was no longer around Carrie's waist.

   "Ohmygosh, you're bottomless!" I pointed and covered my mouth in shock.

   Carrie look down and said, "Oh...  I know!  And I dropped your shoes
somewhere back there, sorries!"

   OK, so now we were down to just one article of clothing between us. 
What a sight we made, two nineteen-year-old girls streaking across some
stranger's lawn.  I could feel the wind caress my completely bare body,
rushing past my flapping pussy lips.  I wondered what it felt like for
Carrie, the wind whistling through her pubic hair.

   We snuck behind one of the wide trees that lined the street, in order to
catch our breath and appraise the situation.  I was just peeking ahead to
see if the coast was clear, when I I heard Carrie muttering behind me.  Not
thinking anything at first, I reach out to take my friend by the hand, and
pull her after me as I stepped into the deserted road.  There was some
resistance, and then Carrie stumbled along right next to me.

   "Erica!" she gasped.

   I turned my head only to see that my worn and flimsy top, stretched
beyond possibility when Carrie had been wearing it, had gotten stuck on the
bark of the tree and had torn.  My eyes shifted, and locked on Carrie's
pretty hazel eyes.  Then I looked down and saw that she was completely
naked again...  just like me!

   "Come on, I've still got the keys!" she held her fist up triumphantly.

   Well, it was every girl for herself now, as we bounded down the street
toward the parking lot of the professional office building.  My nipples
were sticking straight out as I ran, and watched Carrie's luscious bottom
bounce.  I could just picture her tits swinging up and down wildly.

   Needless to say, she was the first one to reach her car.  She opened the
lock, and wasted no time pulling on her skirt and throwing her sweater over
her head to conceal her chest.  By the time I caught up with her, she was
fully dressed.  I was left stark naked and blushing.

   She made me stay that way as we drove back to her house.  I couldn't
believe that she was the one who started all this, Carrie had been the one
to strip off in the first place, yet somehow I had lost all my clothes!  It
just didn't seem fair.  But then, by the time we made it up to her room, I
really didn't care.

   I let my friend make love to me, and she gave me an incredible orgasm.
As we cuddled afterward on the bed, her finger lazily tracing my slender
body, Carrie cupped my chin and kissed me on the lips.

   "You have very pretty eyes, Erica," she said.

   Leaving me as confused as ever.
   THE END