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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.

"It's a beautiful morning," Crysta declared. Her reddish brown hair shone in the morning light, and her blue-green eyes sparkled. Crysta wasn't skinny, but she sure wasn't fat, either. She was "nicely padded", her boyfriend liked to say, and she liked to show off her figure by wearing sexy clothes, always flirting with the edge of slutty, favoring tight clothes, especially micro-minidresses. Crysta enjoyed the thrill of risking an accidental flash, so she often went out in public without any panties.
"Is this dress long enough?" Crysta asked. She turned her back to Donna so she could gauge the length of her minidress. "It has to cover my ass, because today I want to keep people guessing whether I'm wearing a thong."
"Yes, that's perfect, just like that," Donna replied, admiring Crysta's figure. She thought to herself, what beautiful cheeks Crysta has.
Donna was six inches taller than Crysta, with long, dark brown hair. Donna liked to a wear sweater vests with a blouse or man-tailored shirt, always ironed, and hip-hugger blue jeans or jeans shorts that always looked brand new. Her belly was as flat as a board, and she liked to show it off. But today she wanted to be just a bit more daring, so she put on her pastel colored minidress. Unlike Crysta, Donna's sense of adventure had some limits: she always wore panties. Today, she wore a thin white thong. Although it was semi-transparent, she felt sufficiently covered up by it to go out in public. After all, she reasoned, the thong was her second line of defense, after the minidress, which would cover her up most of the time.
"So what do you want to do today?" Crysta asked.
"I don't know. What do you want to do?"
Crysta didn't have much patience for the I-don't-know-what-do-you-want-to-do game. "Let's go to the shore", Crysta decided, putting an end to an aimless discussion before it even started. "We'll bring Eric and Billy." Eric was Crysta's boyfriend, an outdoor type. Billy was Eric's friend who always goes along to keep Donna company. Besides, Billy owns a car.
Crysta called up the boys, and they were eager to come with them to the shore. Soon Billy and Eric arrived at the girls' apartment. Billy held the door of his old beat-up car, and Crysta got in the back seat with Eric. She looked terrific in her animal print dress. Its top was nothing more than a pair of straps to hold in her boobs. It looked like she wasn't wearing anything under the dress, and it was so short it didn't even cover the sides of her thighs when she sat down.
Donna knew Billy's passenger door didn't open, the result of a traffic mishap some time ago, so she would have to slide in from the driver side. Donna hesitated because her minidress was so short, there was just no graceful way for her to get in the car. Billy waited patiently for Donna to get in. She did her best to get in the car without showing too much skin. In spite of herself, she got a little excited when she saw Billy admiring her panties, and even more excited when she remembered they're semi-sheer.
As Billy backed out of his parking spot, he craned his neck pretending to look where he was going, but Donna knew he was really checking out Crysta's legs. Maybe he was trying to figure out whether Crysta was wearing panties. He would find out soon enough, Donna thought. Crysta just can't keep herself covered up for long.
It was a hot day. No air conditioning in that old car. And the traffic on the Parkway didn't help. So all the windows were opened to get some ventilation. When the traffic picked up, a gust of wind blew through the car, swirling papers, candy wrappers, and, most notably, Crysta's dress. She threw her hands in the air, laughed that easy laugh of hers, letting her dress billow in the wind. Donna turned around to see Crysta's dress completely upside down, covering Crysta's face but not much else, and couldn't help laughing, too. She noticed that Billy stepped on the brake just a little, which caused his rear view mirror to tip forward. The original mirror had fallen off some time ago, and this one was hanging precariously from a screw driven into the molding above the windshield. Using this trick, Billy's question was answered: Crysta had on a black thong.
As they neared the first toll booth on the Parkway, Donna said, "Billy, I dare you to run the toll."
Billy said, "OK, I'll take that dare. What will you give me if I do it?"
Donna said, "A big wet kiss," and she giggled. She liked Billy, and the thought of kissing him dampened her thin panties.
Billy said, "That would be nice, but I'm looking for something more tangible." Billy eyed Donna carefully, resting his eyes on her beautiful long legs. Donna's minidress was so short that it left her leg exposed almost up to her waist. And her panties had a high French cut, so they couldn't be seen from Billy's angle. For a minute, he fantasized that Donna was naked under that tiny dress.
Donna saw the lustful look in Billy's eyes, and it made her even wetter. She said, "No, not my dress. I'm not going to let you have my dress." She crossed her arms over her breasts as if to protect them.
"Your panties, then," Billy said. "If I go through the toll booth without paying, then you give me your panties, OK?"
Donna hesitated. Her dress was so tiny, it just didn't cover her. "No, I can't," she said. "This dress just doesn't cover me. Maybe if I were wearing a different dress..."
"Chicken!" Crysta cried.
"Wimp!" Eric joined in, laughing.
Donna objected, "I am not a chicken, Billy's the chicken. He'll pay the toll. He always does."
Billy said, "Not this time. I'll go through the toll without paying, and you'll give me your panties."
Desperate to think of a way to hang on to her precious panties, Donna said, "OK, but only if you agree to get naked if you lose this dare." Billy won't agree to that, Donna thought.
"OK, no problem," Billy said. Donna gaped at Billy's quick acquiescence. He must have some trick up his sleeve, she thought.
"Today," Donna said, "This minute. You agree to get naked as soon as you lose this dare."
"OK, I said. No problem," Billy repeated. Well this much is certain, Donna thought. One of us will be showing some skin in just a few minutes. She absently fingered her wet panties as she thought about this.
When they came upon the toll both, Billy went to the manned lane. Seeing this, Donna said, "Isn't it easier to run the exact change lane?"
"I'm going to talk my way out of paying," Billy replied.
Donna breathed quite a bit easier. She knew the hard-nosed reputation of Parkway toll-takers, and was quite sure Billy would lose this dare. As Billy approached the attendant, she became even more certain. The attendant was a middle-aged overweight man who looked like he's heard every excuse already. Donna though about Billy's hard body, naked, and became more excited. "I'll gladly give you my panties as soon as you get that guy to agree to let us go without paying." She laughed at the absurd idea as she absently stroked the soft, damp folds of skin under her panties. She pictured Billy naked, with the huge erection she was going to give him when she would run her hands all over his hard body.
The attendant waited for Billy to pay the toll, but Billy just looked at him, not certain how to begin. "Thirty-five cents, please," the attendant said, gruffly. Donna giggled.
"I'm sorry, I don't have thirty-five cents. Would you take a pair of panties instead?"
"What?!" Donna exclaimed. She stopped laughing.
The gruff toll-taker suddenly grinned. "Whose panties are you going to give me?" he asked, eyeing the two girls in the car.
Billy looked at Donna, who snapped her legs together, and cupped both hands on her lap.
The toll-taker's grin widened. "Let's see 'em, honey." Caught off guard, Donna didn't know what else to do, so she slowly lifted up her minidress, revealing her tiny little panties. Donna kept her legs clamped together, so all the attendant could see was a small, white triangle of fabric covering her little bush. Her panties were semi-sheer to begin with, and now that they were damp, they were almost completely sheer. Craning his neck, the attendant said, "I still can't see your panties, darling." Donna lifted her dress higher and higher, even flashing her breasts, hoping this would satisfy him, but the attendant kept craning his neck. "I need to see your panties, sweetie," he said. Donna sat for a minute with her dress hiked up around her shoulders, the folds of fabric resting on her breasts. The attendant didn't seem to want to see anything else except what was between Donna's legs. Donna didn't see any way out of it, so she relaxed her legs, revealing quite clearly the outline of her lips. "Oh, yes," said the attendant. "They'll do just fine."
Donna's heart was beating fast and her head was reeling. She was getting sexually charged by the way everyone was eyeing her crotch, and this was clouding her thoughts. She hated to part with her panties, but felt it was inevitable -- she didn't see any way out of it. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband, desperately trying to think of a way out of this predicament even as she slid the waistband down over her cheeks. She lifted her butt off the car seat, and worked the waistband down to her thighs. She sat down again, and was about to start lowering the front of her panties when she suddenly had a thought. "Wait," she said to Billy. "I don't have to give up my panties until after we get through the toll booth. That was our agreement."
"No, you said you would gladly give them to me as soon as..." Billy turned to inspect the man's nametag, "...Steve, here, agrees to let us go without paying."
"That's right, Donna", said Eric, eager to help. "You promised to give 'em up when he agrees to let us through."
"Oh, you're through, Donna," said Steve the toll-taker, "I agree. Hand 'em over."
Crysta ignored the pleading look in Donna's eyes. "I think they've got you on a technicality, Donna," she said, smiling. "Sorry."
Donna looked from one person to the next, and they were all looking back at her little panties. How did I get myself into this? She wondered. Not seeing any way out, she sighed, and took off her wet panties, and handed them to Billy. She crossed her legs, then pulled the tiny dress over her lap as much as it would go. Billy handed the panties to Steve the toll-taker, and off they went. Billy smiled as he saw the toll-taker in his rear-view sniffing the wet panties.
Billy said, "It's OK, Donna. Don't worry about it." He patted her bare leg, and glanced at her, hoping to get an eyeful. But Donna kept her legs crossed, and the tiny dress stayed in place.
"Thank you, Billy," she said softly. She uncrossed her legs, leaned her head back and relaxed, allowing her legs to spread apart slightly. She looked down, and was grateful to see that the front of her minidress covered her lap, though just barely. Although she had never been out in public without panties -- and certainly not with a dress this short -- she felt secure that the dress would keep her mostly covered. Anyway, she thought, in the car there's no problem. It's just us friends here, so I can loosen up a bit. She put her right foot up on the seat, and absently rubbed her thigh. Without even thinking about it, she stroked the moist area between her legs and thought to herself, it feels good to go without panties once in a while. As they got off the Parkway, Donna took a deep breath. "Smell the salt air," she said. The trees were farther apart, and the ground was sandy.
"We need gas," Billy said, hoping Eric would cough up some money. But everyone was silent. Donna and Crysta never had any money at all, so Billy waited to see if some money would materialize. When it didn't, he said, "Eric, can you spare a few bucks?"
"Sorry," Eric said, "I just have ten bucks, and we'll need that for lunch".
"Let's not worry about gas now," Crysta said. "Let's have some fun!"
Billy saw an excellent parking spot, and made a beeline for it. Billy held the driver door open for Donna, and waited while she scooted across the seat. She had no hope of being ladylike because the dress was just too short, and her panties were long gone. She made the best of it, trying to nonchalant.
After she got out of the car, Donna smoothed the dress, and pulled on the hem to make sure she was covered up. She was satisfied that the dress was long enough. As long as she didn't bend over, no one would be able to see that she had "forgotten" her panties. Oh-oh, she remembered she had left her beach bag on the floor in front of her seat, and now she had to get it. So much for not bending over. She looked left and right. No one was looking at her. Maybe she could get away with quickly reaching into the car for her bag. She smoothed the back of her dress and pulled it down as far as it would go. It barely covered her cheeks, but it would have to do. Billy could see the look of apprehension on Donna's face, but he pretended not to notice. Donna leaned into the car as carefully as she could. Billy saw Donna's pussy as the back of the dress started to rise. She could feel Billy's eyes on her as it seemed to take forever for her to reach the bag. "Don't look at me," she said, with her back still turned.As the dress rose further, Billy saw Donna's beautiful asshole between her firm young cheeks. She finally reached the bag, and pulled it out of the car. Billy looked away at the last second, cleared his throat, and took the bag from Donna. Donna noticed the bulge in Billy's pants, and flushed as she realized he saw everything. When they got to the beach, they saw a sign that said each person had to pay $3 for the day. They were standing by the sign, doing a little mental math (three times four is twelve, twelve minus ten is two -- two dollars more than they had) when a group of girls, some wearing t-shirts, others naked, walked by.
One girl, whose only item of clothing was a T-shirt she was carrying over her shoulder, noticed Billy and Eric looking at the sign, and said, "There's a free beach just a quarter-mile this way." She pointing in the direction she was walking, then she quickly caught up to her friends. Billy and Eric followed the naked girls, not taking their eyes off their bare asses. Crysta punched Eric in the shoulder, so he slowed down, and put his arm around her. Donna brought up the rear, and Billy slowed down to walk with her.
Sure enough, there was a free beach just where the naked girls said it would be. A sign at the entrance said "nude beach -- no gawkers". The sign went on to say the beach was maintained by a nudist club. Under that, it explained that all men must get naked to stay on the beach, no exceptions. Donna and Crysta exchanged a smile. This is starting to get interesting, Donna thought. Billy and Eric looked nervous. It did seem a little unfair to single out men this way.
Crysta said, "Well, boys, let's see 'em." Billy had been pitching a tent in his pants ever since Donna lost her panties. Crysta noticed his hesitation, and then noticed his package. She said, "Up or down, it doesn't matter. It's natural either way. Don't dawdle."
"Here," Eric said, handing Billy his shorts and shirt. "Could you put these in Donna's bag? Thanks." Now everyone was waiting for Billy. He gulped, and stripped. He was so nervous that by the time he got everything off his excitement no longer showed.
Crysta and Eric walked together ahead of Donna and Billy. Eric's arm was around Crysta's hips. Crysta gave Eric's butt a squeeze, to which Eric responded by giving Crysta a hug around the waist underneath her short dress, raising it up. Crysta has a nice ass, Donna and Billy both thought at the same time, but neither one said anything. The four friends got to the edge of the ocean, and Billy set down the bag. Donna took out some towels and laid them on the sand. Crysta took off her dress and put it in the bag. No thong, Donna noticed, wondering when Crysta took it off.
Next, Donna took off her dress, folded it neatly, and set it down on towel. She's gorgeous, Billy thought, as she straightened up, completely naked. Then, bending only at the waist, she rummaged in her bag, and found a sheer red bikini bottom. The boys could see through it as she pulled it up. She paused with her legs slightly separated because her bikini had gotten twisted as she tried to pull it up. Billy admired her pussy and her asshole as Donna straightened out her bikini.
The water was cold, so the four friends didn't stay in long. The girls ran back to their towels, and Eric and Billy followed them. Now that Donna's bikini was completely wet, the boys could see through it. "I like your bathing suit," Billy said.
"It's a 'tan-through' bikini," she explained as she lied down on her stomach with her legs slightly parted. A very nice bathing suit, Billy thought, as his dick saluted.
"Eric," Crysta said, "would you please give me some sunscreen?" Eric squirted some white liquid onto Crysta's stomach and breasts, then her thighs and "bikini area". Crysta could have reached these parts herself, but she enjoyed Eric's touch as he smoothed it in.
"How about you, Donna," Billy said hopefully. "Do you need any sunscreen?"
"No thanks," Donna replied. Her bikini was once again nearly opaque.
"I'm thirsty," Billy said after a few minutes of sunbathing. "Let's go to the boardwalk and find something to drink." The others agreed. Eric and Billy got their clothes on, and Crysta put on her little dress. Donna gathered up the towels and put one over her shoulders, and the rest in the bag. Donna looked gorgeous in the tiny red bikini bottom and no top. She was very casual about it, allowing the towel to rest over her shoulders, not really covering anything at all. They stopped at a place on the boardwalk and got lunch -- pizza and soda -- which they ate on a bench overlooking the ocean.
After lunch, they got up and started walking along the boardwalk. Eric and Crysta walked in front of Donna and Billy. Eric had his hand around Crysta's waist, and every now and then Eric would tickle Crysta, who seemed to enjoy the attention. Donna and Billy both enjoyed the view of Crysta's cheeks when Eric pushed her dress up. Crysta giggled and told Eric to "cut it out", but she said that just for form's sake. She actually enjoyed showing off her ass for whoever might be following behind her.
Billy could see that Donna was chilled from the cool breeze, so he asked her if she would like to put something on. "Yes," she said, and stopped at the edge of the boardwalk. She reached in the bag, and found a pair of shorts and a man-tailored shirt, which she put on. She handed Crysta her thong, which Crysta eagerly donned, as if it would somehow keep her warm.
Then Crysta pointed and said, "Look! The Wheel." Sure enough, the four were standing outside of a bar called The Wheel. Billy and Eric just looked at each other and shrugged. The windows were painted black, so they couldn't see inside. Crysta explained that this was a way to get the money needed for gas to get home. "It's a stripping competition, and winners get up to $100 depending on how long they can stay in the game."
Donna said, "You can count me out. I've done enough stripping for one day. I already lost my panties for thirty five cents."
"Besides, there's a cover charge," Eric said, "and we don't have any money."
"No problem," Crysta said, reading a sign by the door. "It says any girl who agrees to play the game gets in free with guest. Come on." She took Eric by the hand, and went in.
Eric said "Come on, you two," as he and Crysta disappeared inside.
That left Donna and Billy outside. Billy looked at Donna, and tilted his head inquiringly.
"Oh, no," Donna said. "I already said I'm done stripping for one day."
"But if you don't play," Billy said, "then I can't go in, and I want to see Crysta win the hundred dollars."
"So do I, but..." She paused a long time, thinking. "Oh, OK," she said. "But I'm just going to take off one article of clothing, and then I'm quitting. I'm not going to go all the way, and no matter what happens I'm going to keep my bikini on." At the entrance, the guy at the door took Donna's hand and put a red wrist-band on her. When she caught up to Crysta, she saw she had one, too.
Inside, people sat at tables on all four sides of a raised stage. At one end of the stage was a wheel of the type used at carnivals. It was marked into four sections. Two of them were labeled "Bottom". The other two were labeled "Top" and "Special". Seems like a simple game, Donna thought.
As the four took their seats, a spotlight lit up a tall blonde holding a microphone. She was wearing only shoes and an apron, which covered her front, but was completely open in the back. As she explained the rules of the game, she paced back and forth along the raised floor. Every so often her legs parted, and she leaned forward to address the people closest to the stage. This afforded those on the opposite side quite a view.
"Donna," Billy whispered, looking at Donna's red wristband, "You are required to play this game, right?"
"Yes," Donna said. "I'm getting excited just thinking about it."
"I thought you didn't want to play," he said.
"It's hard to explain," she replied. "I don't want to play, but I'm excited to be forced into playing."
"The rules are simple," the hostess began. "Each of the contestants will begin the game wearing two or three items of clothing. Each item can be a top, a bottom, or a larger item covering both top and bottom, such as a dress, leotard or overalls." She spoke quickly, and the crowd ignored her. Apparently, she'd explained the rules a hundred times before. But this was the first time Billy heard the rules, so he listened intently as the hostess continued. "Players take turns, spinning the wheel, and removing articles of clothing called out by the wheel. Since a larger item covers both top and bottom, it must be removed if the wheel lands on either 'top' or 'bottom'. You can't have more than one top. You may have at most one larger item. You may have two bottoms, but no more than three items altogether."
As the hostess paused, Billy replayed the rules in his mind, and thought about what the girls were wearing. Donna was wearing the little red bikini bottom, shorts and a shirt. That's three things, and two of them are "bottoms". Crysta was wearing a minidress and panties. That's a larger item and a bottom.
The hostess continued, "A player begins her turn by giving the wheel a spin. Depending on the spin of the wheel, the player must remove an item of clothing. If the wheel lands on 'top', the player removes her top, if she's wearing any. If the wheel lands on 'bottom' the player must remove one of her bottoms. When a player is naked, the game is over for her."
Sounds simple enough, Billy thought. It's too bad Donna doesn't want to go all the way. If Donna tried to win, she might be able to beat Crysta, because she's wearing more items of clothing.