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The Crysta and Donna stories are copyright 2002 by Richard Hertz. Each story may be copied and reposted in its entirety including this notice, but may not be excerpted or copied in part. The stories have adult sexual themes . You should press the "back" button on your browser now if you are under eighteen, or if laws in your part of the world forbid reading such things, or if you have so little control over your own emotions that stories like this might make you feel offended or otherwise unhappy.

The professor began his lecture, "Here is the story of two petty criminals named..." He looked up at the students in the lecture hall. It was his practice to use the names of students in his class to liven up his lectures, and keep the students interested. They were packed like sardines, over a hundred students in a fairly small room that was steeply sloped. The rows of seats were so close together that the students were constantly being bumped in the back of their heads by the knees of the students behind them. As he glanced up, he saw Donna and Crysta seated side by side. Donna was wearing a cute little tank top and skin-tight white short shorts. Crysta was wearing a minidress, and sat with her knees up, and her legs slightly separated. For a moment, he thought Crysta wasn't wearing any panties, so he looked closer, and saw they were very tiny, and maybe even sheer, as well. He temporarily forgot what he had been saying. He cleared his throat, and started over. "Here is the story of Donna and Crysta," he began again, "Two dangerous criminals accused of the heinous crime of..." Again he paused, this time to think of a crime for his story. "the crime of indecent exposure." Everyone in the class turned their heads to look at the two girls, and Donna snapped her legs together, bumping the girl in front of her. Crysta didn't want to draw attention to herself, so she left her legs as they were, slightly separated, but nonchalantly arranged her dress to cover her lap as much as possible. Still, everyone in the rows below Crysta looked up, and saw quite a bit. Crysta was embarrassed because her dress just wasn't long enough to cover her, and her panties were her favorite "microminimus" bikini from the Wicked Weasel. They just covered the tiny area between her lips, and nothing more. It was obvious to those neck-craning students that Crysta was clean-shaven. Even though she was feeling very self-conscious that everyone was looking, she was also a little turned on. She sat still, and waited for people to stop looking between her legs, while she secretly enjoyed the attention.
The professor waited for most of the heads to turn back in his direction before he continued. "The two girls were taken into custody, and placed in separate interrogation rooms. Each was given a chance to confess to their crime. More to the point, each girl was given a chance to rat out the other. The prosecutor wanted their confessions because that would allow him to get a conviction for conspiracy to commit indecent exposure, which carries a very harsh penalty. If just one girl confesses to this crime, she would be given immunity from prosecution in return for her testimony, and not be punished at all. If both girls confess then they would both be convicted, but would be given a lighter sentence in exchange for their cooperation. If neither girl ratted, then the prosecutor would still be able to get a conviction but only for the lesser charge of involuntary indecent exposure, which carries a fairly light penalty."
While the professor had been talking, Crysta was thinking about how everyone had been looking at her crotch, and how embarrassed she had been. These thoughts had made her very excited. Soon she became wet and slippery, and her microminimus slipped between her lips. This was uncomfortable, so she casually reached under her dress to adjust it, which only made her more excited. She knew she should leave it alone, and just calm down, but she couldn't help herself. She gently massaged her vulva as the professor droned on. She was about to come, when she suddenly heard her name.
"Crysta and Donna, please step to the front of the room. You will participate in a demonstration." This time it was Crysta's turn to snap her legs together. The two girls stood up, and made their way along their row to the center aisle. Crysta's pussy ached from unfulfilled pleasure as she stepped over knees, books, and other items. Her knees buckled as one boy helped steady her by holding one of her thighs, and she accidentally sat in his lap, and noticed that he, too, was excited to see her. Finally the girls made it to the front of the room, and reminded everyone why they're so well liked. As they stepped onto the stage, Crysta's dress just barely covered her behind, and Donna's tight shorts were wedged between her supple cheeks. The girls both whirled around to face the students, smiled brightly, and hopped on tiptoe like cheerleaders. They beamed at the students as their clothes covered the bare minimum that must be covered. Crysta's microminimus was still wedged between her lips, so it helped her to stand "at ease" with her legs apart. Some of the students in the front row could see the glistening drops of moisture on Crysta's swollen lips, since the stage was raised higher than the first few rows of seats.
The professor said, "Now, we will reenact the prisoner's dilemma. Girls, be forewarned that the punishments will be real. This is not a game. I know you girls are friends, but in this exercise, it's dog eat dog, do you understand?" He paused for effect. Both girls stopped smiling, and nodded. Then the looked at each other, and laughed nervously. "Crysta, wait in the hallway while I interrogate Donna." Crysta went out the side door. Donna looked worried but strikingly beautiful in her skimpy light blue top and way-too-tight short-shorts. The boys and girls in the class all admired her flat belly, which was nicely displayed by her outfit. Her excitement showed through her thin top. The professor continued, "You will be convicted of the crime of indecent exposure, Donna, and your punishment -- the minimum punishment -- will be to remove your top. If Crysta confesses, then the crime becomes 'conspiracy' which is much worse: you will be stripped naked, and I keep your clothes, so you must leave here stark naked." Donna turned bright red and covered the front of her shorts with her hands at the thought of being stripped. She prayed Crysta won't turn her in. "Now, here's where it gets interesting. Regardless of your punishment, Donna, and regardless of whether Crysta turns you in, you can benefit by cooperating. If you cooperate with me, and rat out your friend, then you will be allowed to keep your shirt on."
Donna wasn't prepared at all for this. The thought of being stripped naked in front of the whole class was too much to think about right now. Anyway, that part was up to Crysta. Donna's nipples were hardening now as she struggled with the thing that was under her control, which was her shirt. She massaged her supple breasts as she contemplated the very thin fabric that hid those golden orbs from view. She asked, "If I cooperate, to keep my shirt, will you tell Crysta? I mean, if she finds out, then she might rat me out, too."
"No, you needn't worry about that. If you rat her out, she won't know until it's too late. You can trust that Crysta's decision whether to betray you will not be based in any way on what you decide. So no matter what she decides, you are better off if you turn her in."
"Let me see if I understand the rules," said Donna, her voice a little shaky. Her shirt was taught across her firm nipples as she spoke. "If Crysta confesses, then my situation is this: I lose my shorts no matter what I do, but if I confess too, then I at least get to keep my shirt."
"That's right," said the professor.
"And if Crysta doesn't confess, then my situation is this: I get to keep my shorts no matter what I do, but if I show solidarity with my friend I will lose my top. But if I betray her, then I keep all my clothes on."
"Yes, but she'll be stark naked."
"Forget about her nudity for a minute -- I want to understand what's at stake for me. As I understand it, no matter what Crysta does, I get to keep more of my clothes by confessing." Donna couldn't believe this was really true.
"Yes, but remember. If you confess, the punishment will be much worse for Crysta."
"OK, I've made a decision," Donna said.
"Write it down," said the professor as he handed her some paper and a pen. Donna wrote it down. The professor looked at it, and smiled. He folded it, and put it in his pocket. "Now go out the other door, and wait in the other hallway while we interrogate Crysta."
As Donna exited one side of the classroom, the professor went to the door where Crysta was waiting, and motioned for her to come in. "Crysta, I will explain the rules to you just as I did to Donna. If Donna is a good friend to you, and doesn't rat you out, then your punishment will be light. You will just have to give up your little panties." He lifted her minidress, and said, "They don't cover much anyway, so it's no big loss." He let her dress fall back in place. "But if she confesses, you will be stripped naked, and you'll have to stay naked until tomorrow's class." Crysta grimly prepared herself for the worst, as the professor continued. "But there's a way for you to avoid losing all your clothes, or maybe you can even avoid losing any clothes: Confess. If you confess, you will be allowed to keep your little panties, regardless of whether Donna turns you in."
Crysta asked, "Does Donna get the same deal?"
The professor said, "Well, she's dressed differently. But she gets a similar deal. She gets to keep a small item of clothing in return for confessing."
"So did she confess?"
"She has made a decision, but I can't tell you yet what it was. Why do you want to know?"
Donna said, "Because if Donna didn't confess, then I keep my dress, so I can safely lose my panties. But if she did confess, I lose my dress, which would leave my panties as the only thing saving me from being totally naked. In that case, I would have to rat on Donna to keep them -- I need to have at least a shred of clothing, don't you think?"
The professor countered, "But Donna's decision has already been made. Regardless what she decided, you have the opportunity now to keep your panties by confessing. It's that simple. Any more questions?" He handed Crysta a piece of paper and a pen. "Write down your choice."
Crysta scribbled on the paper, and handed to the professor. He took it and smiled. "Now I'll tell you Donna's choice..."

Now, dear reader, it is your turn to direct the path of this story...
Remember, of Donna confesses, she gets to keep her shirt, but Crysta loses her shirt, which is a bigger loss for Crysta, since it's just about the only thing covering Crysta up. On the other hand, if Donna doesn't confess, she runs the risk of being stripped completely naked.
What was Donna's choice?
Confess -- betray her friend, but keep her shirt
Don't Confess -- sacrifice her shirt for friendship