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The Vanilla Test - Day 01

By: koala011860091



"You are so full of it!" 

Gretchen started to blush, embarrassed by her friend's reaction to her confession. 

"You wouldn't mind if someone pulled your top down in public!?!? What, are you on drugs?" Petra continued. Gretchen felt mortified. Petra had been her friend since they were 8, and she had always shared all kinds of things with Petra. Whenever she had a new boyfriend, Petra was always the one she had called. Then when she broke up with those boyfriends, she called Petra. Nowadays she didn't have anything steady going on, but even when she was just hooking up, she always called Petra to tell her about it.

So, it had seemed obvious to tell her about how she had seen these videos on the web where strangers run up to a girl and rip or pull off her clothing. All she had said was that she didn't know why the women seemed so upset, that she didn't think she would mind that much if it happened to her. Now Petra was mocking her, making Gretchen flustered and embarrassed. She sipped her martini to try and regain some composure.

"I'm serious," she protested, "it wouldn't be that bad. It might even be a bit of a turn on."

"A turn-on? Really?" Petra had a mysterious, half-mischievous expression on her face. "What were you doing anyway, that you saw this video?"

That was a lot more complicated. Gretchen had recently made some amazing discoveries on the web that had literally changed her life. It had started with her just messing around watching YouTube, and she had come across some videos where a girl's friends would pull down her bottoms, or give her a wedgie. It was YouTube, so it never really showed anything, but it got her attention. It got her turned on. She started searching, and found other sites that had videos where girls were stripped or stripped themselves as they lost a bet. A lot of it was bogus, with really poor actors, but some of it looked real. 

Then she found the stories. Oh my God, did those turned her on. She found sites that had stories ranging from cute little ones where girls accidentally flashed a little skin all the way to hard core ones where girls were forced to be naked in public and have sex with strangers and more. She loved them all. She read them every chance she could get. When she was alone she would strip naked in her apartment and masturbate while she pretended she was one of the girls in those stories, suddenly naked in front of strangers, and forced to do all kinds of deviant things. It embarrassed her how kinky these fantasies got sometimes, but the orgasms were unbelievable. It was almost like she was addicted.

"I... uhh... I just, ya know, found them."

"Them? You watched more than one?"

"Well... yeah, once I found one, I started searching and found more... and stories too.." Gretchen couldn't believe she was saying this out loud. She drained her drink as Petra pressed her for more details. "I found these sites that had stuff about girls being stripped or exposed against their will, it's crazy stuff, but I kinda liked it...." Actually she was obsessed by it, but no way was she saying that out loud.

"Hmmm," Petra had a thoughtful look on her face, "you're joking right? It turned you on? Why?"

"Well," Gretchen's face was burning, she couldn't believe she was talking about this. She needed to change the subject. "Do you want another drink?" She grabbed Petra's martini glass and headed over to the bar. It wasn't very crowded so the girl behind the bar had their refills ready right away and Gretchen brought the two martinis back to their booth. Petra pressured her to answer the question, and Gretchen gulped almost half the martini before she continued.

"I guess I never... I just could never be the kind of girl who'd flash her boobs at a concert or anything like that, but if someone else did, or made me do it, it wouldn't be my fault, ya know?"

"So you wanna be an exhibitionist, you're just too chicken, is that the deal?" Gretchen shrugged her shoulders and smiled weakly. "What a load of crap," Petra tore into her. "You are all talk and no action, girl. You talk about stuff like this, but there is no way you'd really let someone do it. Face it girlfriend, you're just plain vanilla, you're not cut out to be wild."

"I AM NOT VANILLA," Gretchen said louder than she meant to, causing a few other folks in the bar to look over at them. "I'm not," she continued in a softer voice, "I got plenty of action in me _girlfriend_." She said the last word scornfully. Maybe it was the alcohol, but she was seriously pissed. Petra had really hit a nerve, and she was one to talk. For all Gretchen knew, Petra was could even be a virgin. She never really had a boyfriend in high school. She never told Gretchen about anyone while she was away at college. It's not that Petra wasn't pretty, she could just be kind of shy and bookish. She was a computer programmer for chrissakes; she had the nerve to call Gretchen vanilla?

"Okay, prove it," Petra challenged her.

Grethen looked puzzled. "Prove it? Whaddya mean? You want me to walk around in a tube top until some random guy pulls it down?" She polished off her second martini feeling that she was regaining the upper hand.

"Let me get you another drink, and I'll explain." Petra's glass was still mostly full, but she had to drive, while Gretchen only lived four blocks away. Petra came back with some kind of a clear martini, not a blueberry one like Gretchen had been drinking. "I figured you'd need something stronger," she said as she settled into the booth next to Gretchen instead of across from her. Gretchen thought it was odd, as was the drink choice, but Petra started talking before Gretchen could comment. "So I'll tell you what, you want to show me that you aren't Miss Vanilla? Here's the deal -- I'll give you ten assignments over the next ten days where you end up ahh... exposed shall we say... and if at the end you've done them I'll admit that I was wrong and you aren't just full of hot air. "

"What? Are you nuts? I'm not that crazy," Gretchen protested. It was insane, but part of her was getting excited. She squeezed her thighs together as she took a few big gulps of her martini, feeling the delicious pressure that was building. Obviously, there was no way she was going to do it, but for just a second she enjoyed the thoughts of have ten tasks where she might end up exposing herself against her will. She had to admit it turned her on.

"I knew it -- vanilla," Petra smirked.

"Goddamit -- stop saying that. I am not!"

"Vanilla, vanilla, vanilla." Petra was grinning and looking so superior that it really made Gretchen's blood boil.

"That does it, I think you're full of it too," Gretchen let loose. "You wouldn't even know what to do if I said yes -- I'll bet _you_ are all talk and no action!"

"I'll take that as a yes. I'll start you off easy. Sitting here in this booth I want you to take off your panties, and remove enough from your top that you only have one layer over your boobs. Do it now, or I'm gonna call you vanilla every time I see you from now on"

Gretchen laughed nervously. Petra stunned her. Gretchen had been sure that Petra was bluffing, but it was almost like she had planned it all out. Gretchen looked down at her clothes. She had changed after work and was wearing a tight turquoise top over a white tank top, and a tight pair of button-fly jeans, plus her underwear. She decided that Petra is still bluffing, and that she'd be way too embarrassed to actually let Gretchen go through with it.

"Watch this bitch," said Gretchen, her confidence returning. She downed the last of her third martini, and she quickly peeled off the turquoise top. Next she removed her belt, and then giving Petra a teasing look, she undid the top button on her jeans. 

"Now we're talking," Petra grinned, "but there are a couple more conditions. If you unbutton, unzip, or unfasten anything it has to stay undone. So that top button doesn't get re-buttoned the rest of the night."

Gretchen swore at herself. She had been sure that Petra would get embarrassed and try to stop her, but here Petra was egging her on. Her head was swimming from all the alcohol, and that pressure between her legs was getting harder to ignore. She decided to take it a bit farther, knowing that if she chickened out now, Petra would harass her about it forever. She just had to take it to where Petra was the one who got embarrassed and chickened out. She tried to push her jeans down with only the one button undone, but they were too tight. Once she undid the second one she was just barely able to get the jeans past her hips, but they pulled her panties with them. Fortunately with Petra sitting next to her in the booth, no one in the bar could see her. 

"Sexy," Petra smiled as Gretchen's bush came into view. Gretchen gave herself haircuts fairly often, and shaved around the edges to keep her pubic hair from getting too out of hand, but she had always had a nice furry muff. It made her feel very womanly to keep it that way. 

Pressing on, she pushed the jeans and panties all the way down, and worked them off her feet. While she was busy with that, Petra picked up the turquoise top, put it in her purse, and then held out her hand. Gretchen couldn't believe that Petra was going to make her go through with this, but she was determined to show Petra that she was wrong about her. She got the panties free of her jeans, and handed them to Petra, who made them disappear. Gretchen carefully wriggled back into her jeans, grateful that no one at the bar had walked by and seen her bottomless. She carefully pulled the flaps of her jeans together and pulled her tank top down over them so no one can see they were unbuttoned.

Petra was holding her hand out again, look at Gretchen with an arched eyebrow. In her alcohol haze it took her a while to realize that Petra was waiting for her bra. She grinned sheepishly and pulled the straps out over her arms. A guy coming from the bathroom saw her and did a double-take, but he kept walking. Quickly Gretchen pushed the bra down and twisted it so she could unclasp it and she handed it over to Petra, who stuck it in her purse along with Gretchen's top and panties. Gretchen looked down at her chest and was horrified. She was proud of her boobs, and so she liked to wear tight fitting tops, but she always, always, always wore a bra. Without the bra under it the tank top went from discreet yet sexy to totally slutty. The stretchy cotton clung to her breasts like a second skin, and her nipples showed as two dark points pushing out the cloth. She quickly used her arm to cover them.

"I have two more conditions. First, no hiding anything. So keep your hands at your sides the rest of the night, and pull up your shirt so people can see that your jeans aren't buttoned."

"You're nuts, I can't do that, we'll get thrown out."

"No one's going to throw us out, we're in a bar, not at church"

"I just can't"

"Look, vanilla girl, if you want to quit and go home, do it now and stop wasting my time. You said you wanted someone to make you, so NOW DO IT!"

The forcefulness of Petra's command shocked Gretchen, and she meekly bowed her head, pulled her shirt up and opened the flaps on her jeans. You couldn't actually see any of her pubic hair, but there was a hint of darkness at the bottom of the "V" shape that told her that if she opened any more her bush would be in view. She rested her hands at her side, and slowly looked up at Petra, who was grinning at her. Gretchen couldn't believe how her heart was pounding. She clenched her fists to stop them from trembling.

"So what's your other condition?" 

"To make sure we keep this interesting, you need to make sure your headlines are on for the rest of the night. If your nips aren't rock hard, you need to pinch and play with them to get 'em up. I'm not sure they're on right now, so get to work girl."

Gretchen started to say something, but something about the way Petra was looking at her made her decide to just give in and get through the night. Petra was making her do it right? Why fight it? She lifted her hand to her boobs and started to trace her index finger around her nipples, brushing them up and down. She could feel them tighten up and her whole upper body got goosepimples. She giggled as she kept working her nipples, and squeezing her thighs together as she got more and more turned on. 

"I don't think they're as hard as they can get," Petra comment when Gretchen stopped. "Give a few pinches. Harder. There you go!" Gretchen actually let a small moan escape her lips as she gave her nipples a hard tweak. "Okay, it's your turn to buy a round." Petra slid back to her side of the booth so Gretchen could get out.

After three martinis, there was no way Gretchen really needed a fourth, but Petra made it clear that she expected Gretchen to keep drinking. Gretchen slipped out of the booth, and walked up to the bar. It took all her will to hold her hands at her sides as she walked across the room to the bar. The guy who had spotted her earlier took one look and suddenly his eyes got huge as he stared at her barely concealed tits and then wandered down to the exposed skin above her crotch. Gretchen's knees wobbled as her pussy throbbed at the thought of the people staring at her.

"Well you look like you're getting comfortable," the girl behind the bar said in a bitchy tone of voice. Gretchen mumbled something lame about it being hot, even though the bar was well air conditioned. She felt like a total bimbo, standing there with her nipples pointing out in full salute and with her fly open, but even worse, she was getting turned on by how humiliating it was. She squeezing her thighs together as she waited, uncontrollably needing to stimulate her pussy. When the drinks came, she fished her credit card out of her back pocket and paid for the drinks, working her jeans a tiny bit down in the process. 

As she headed back, Petra stood up and told her they were going to shoot pool. She did not ask, she told Gretchen. Gretchen found the way Petra was treating her even more humiliating. As they walked back to the pool table, Petra told her, quietly thank God, that her headlights weren't on. Gretchen thought to herself that Petra was crazy, she was so turned on that her nipples were like diamonds, but she had no energy to argue. As discretely as possible Gretchen used her free hand to pinch her nipples again. Gretchen heard some girls at a table break into laughter as she did this, and she realized she'd been caught. She felt her cheeks burning in embarrassment as she got to the pool table. 

Petra made her rack the balls, and then break. The feel of her boobs swinging freely as she bent over the table to put the balls in the triangle was both strange and liberating. It was so unlike her to not wear a bra, but as she got used to it, she found she was enjoying it. Unfortunately it was also unlike her to drink so much, so she scratched on the break. After Petra stopped laughing at her, she told her to go again, but that she was playing for a button on her jeans. If Gretchen won, she could do up one button, if she lost, she'd have to undo another. Given the alcohol that worried Gretchen a bit, but sometimes her pool was better when she was drunk, so she focused in and managed a good break on her second try.

As they played, she and Petra started talking about things other than the fact that she had just gotten partially undressed in a public bar, and talked more about Gretchen's job, the new website that Petra was developing for a client, old friends they knew, and all kinds of more normal things. Other than the way Gretchen's breasts would jiggle and swing as she tried to make her shots, and Petra's habit that of gently tugging Gretchen's jeans down a little bit whenever she passed by, it was like a normal girl's night. Neither of them were playing very good pool, but they were having fun. Eventually Gretchen had sunk all of her balls, and was looking at a chance to win the game and do up her jeans if she could sink the eight ball. She lined up her shot, called her pocket, and... totally blew the shot. She sunk the eight just fine, but the cue ball followed it right in.

"Scratch on the eight, oh that's such a bummer," Petra gloated. "Let's see you lose another button there honey!" Gretchen couldn't believe her luck, she had been so close. She looked down at her jeans, and slowly, reluctantly undid the third button and opened her jeans up some more. A tuft of pubic hair was exposed for all to see.

"Hey there, you need a hand with that?" Gretchen jumped as the guy who had spotted her earlier came up with his buddy. He was grinning ear to ear as his eyes went back and forth between Gretchen's tits and her crotch. Gretchen thought to herself that the guy might not even realize that she had a face.

"She's fine," Petra took control of the situation, "she just can't help herself sometimes. Do you guys want to play us for the table?" The guys jumped at the chance, but Gretchen started to protest. She hadn't even finished her first word before Petra cut her off. "Your headlights need fixing." Gretchen gasped at the thought of playing with her nipples right in front of these guys. "Now," Petra insisted.

As the first guy was racking the balls, Gretchen took a long drink from her martini, and then slowly, hesitatingly raised her hand toward her tits. Finally she had to close her eyes, and she started to play with her nipples, alternating between rubbing and pinching them, right there where practically everyone in the bar could watch her. She heard some girls laughing across the room, and the guy at the table swore softly. Gretchen's head went back as the erotic sensations washed over her. She kept teasing her nipples as she felt her crotch get warm and squishy. It was all she could do to not shove her hands down her pants and go at herself. 

"Okay there, try to control yourself you slut," Petra slapped her ass, jolting Gretchen back to reality. "Let's play some pool, you break." The guys were looking at Gretchen with their mouths open in stunned silence, making Gretchen feel even more awkward. She walked to the table, set the cue, and shot the break. Before she could straighten up, Petra came up and pulled her jeans halfway down her ass, showing the whole bar how white her butt was.

"Nice tan line," Petra teased her. As Gretchen pulled her pants back up she noticed that the bartender had an unpleasant look on her face. She clearly wasn't pleased with their behavior. Gretchen sunk two more balls before the guys got to take their turn. Petra whispered in her ear that she should make sure to distract the guys to throw their game. Giggling, Gretchen made sure to stand right in the guy's line of site as he shot and started playing with her nipples again, causing him to miss horribly. 

Petra managed to miss her shot, not because of Gretchen, but because she plain sucked at pool. For the next guy, Gretchen started rubbing her belly, slowly working her hand closer and closer to her snatch, finally putting a finger down the front of her jeans right as the guy shot. Gretchen laughed out loud as his shot went way wide. She had not expected this kind of control from being so exposed, it was exhilarating, and very erotic. 

As she went to make her shot, the first guy came up behind her and tried to pull her pants down the way Petra had. Gretchen shrieked, dropped the cue, and grabbed her pants before he could pull them very far. She swore at him as he laughed and kept trying to pull her jeans down. Neither of them noticed the bartender come over.

"I'm going to have to ask the 'lady' to leave," the bartender said, the word "lady" dripping with sarcasm. "We don't need trashy whores ruining our image."

"Ahh we were just leaving,' Petra jumped in, pulling Gretchen away from her tormentor, "this place is a frickin dump anyway." The guys laughed as Petra dissed the bartender. One of them offered to take the girls to his place so they could have some fun, but Petra shut him down.


The Vanilla Test - Day 01



"Nah, my girlfriend and I are headed home so I can screw her brains out." The bartender looked totally disgusted and the guys looked stunned.

"You're lesbians?" he asked in an incredulous voice.

"Hey, you're like some kind of genius. You should be on Jeopardy or something. 'I'll take pair-o-dykes for a thousand, Alex." Gretchen laughed as Petra led her out of the bar. Petra was not the most outgoing girl, and she could sometimes come off as shy, but she was probably the smartest person Gretchen had ever known. To top that off, she should could cut into someone so they wished they had never been born. Or at least wish they had never messed with Petra. The guys tried to hide it, but Gretchen could actually see them deflate from Petra's withering comments. 

Outside the two of them started to laugh hysterically. 

"I can't believe you said we were gay," Gretchen was almost crying she was laughing so hard. 

"Hey it worked. Something needed to shut those numb-nuts up. Now let's head home, and get those headlights up"

"Hey, they are so hard they hurt."

"I don't believe it, I think you can do better." 

Gretchen's humiliation started again as she walked down the well lit street, pinching and pulling on her nipples. If she hadn't been drunk, it probably would not have surprised her when Petra pulled her pants down again, but it did. This time they got halfway to her knees, and all the cars driving by could see her ass and her twat. She squealed, and reached to pull them back up again. She was mortified to see a couple strands of lubrication stretching from her vagina to her jeans, and it was apparent that her jeans had a good-sized wet spot at the crotch. She realized she was even more aroused that she had thought. 

Several cars honked at her before she could wriggle her jeans back on and catch up with Petra. She was laughing hysterically as they walked together towards Gretchen's place. About a block before they got there, they passed a small gas station and minimart. Petra grabbed her friend's hand and stopped.

"Okay, here's the deal. One more little thing, and we're done for the night. Undo another button on your jeans." Gretchen looked down, she only had two buttons left, and the last one was right at the bottom of the fly, and she had probably never undone the last one as long as she had owned the jeans. She would essentially be completely undone. But Petra just looked at her like she was a total chicken if she didn't do it, so reluctantly Gretchen undid one more button. Now her bush was completely exposed. You couldn't actually see her lips or anything, but that was about all that was hidden. "Awesome, now here's five bucks, we're both gonna be dehydrated from drinking, go buy us two bottles of water."

Gretchen took the money, and hurried into the store. Thank God she never went in here, and there was no way the clerk would recognize her. He seemed pretty stoned, but he definitely perked up when he got a view of her. She quickly went to the fridge, grabbed two bottles of water, and went to pay.

"Interesting way you're dressed there..." the guy tried lamely to chat her up. She just smiled at him and waited for her change. She knew she had to be the color of a tomato she was so embarrassed, but Petra had said that this was the last thing of the night, she was getting by on pure determination at this point. They guy stared at her boob for what seemed like a really long time, but he gave her the change, and she headed out to Petra.

Petra took the water, and started to walk towards home, taking a sip as she went. "You'd better drink up, you're going to be pretty hungover tomorrow." Gretchen opened her bottle, and took a long drink, when suddenly she felt something cold and wet all over her chest. She looked down to see Petra pouring her whole water bottle on Gretchen's boobs, finishing off by pouring the last of it down the front of her open jeans. The effect was unbelievable. The cold water made her super hard nipples somehow even stiffer, and as the cold water hit her clit, it made her jump and shriek. She felt an orgasm sneak up on her in a flash, and even though it didn't quite happen, she still let out a moan as it receded. 

At the same time she heard a bunch of voices cheering and even hear someone say "wet tee shirt contest." There was a group of high school boys filling up, and they had seen the whole thing. Gretchen looked down at her breasts, and her fears were confirmed. They were exposed as clearly as if she were topless. She started to reach to pull the shirt away, but Petra swatted her hands away.

"Not tonight girl, you let them look." She walked Gretchen over to the boys and asked them what the thought. They all cheered and told her what a nice rack she had. "Yeah, she just loves to show off, she can't help herself." Gretchen whimpered as they all talked about the things they wanted her to do next. She couldn't believe the things they were saying, and she was starting to get worried that it might get out of hand when Petra shut the whole thing down. "Not tonight boys, this is the end of the show. Good night." They tried to protest, but Petra had a way of making sure they knew it was over.

The last block was a total blur for Gretchen, with the alcohol and her ridiculously aroused state, she was little more than a zombie. Petra helped her open the door to her building and told said good night.

"I'll call you tomorrow," Petra told her.

"So," Gretchen said, slurring just a little, "I guess I showed you I'm not vanilla."

"One down, nine to go girlfriend, one down and nine to go." With that she walked over to her car and drove off.

Gretchen swore at herself, and then hurried up the stairs to her apartment. She heard a neighbor's door open, but she was pretty sure she got through her door without being seen. As soon as she locked her door, she stripped off what was left of her clothes, threw herself on the bed and masturbated for all she was worth. The first orgasm hit her like a brick, but she just kept going. After the third one, she started to lose steam, and she passed out naked on her bed with her fingers buried in her sex. They were still there when the alarm woke her in the morning.



The Vanilla Test - Day 02



Gretchen groaned to the noise of the alarm. She was majorly hungover, and her head ached something fierce. But her hand felt nice on her vagina, and she started to move it gently. Her mind went back to the night before, standing out in the street with her pants to her knees while she pinched her nipples. Her free had went to her breast and played with the hardening nipple. In less than a minute, a gentle orgasm washed over her. It didn't cure the hangover, but it took a bit of the edge off. 

She padded out to the kitchen, still naked, and made some desperately needed coffee. Even though she lived alone, she didn't normally walk around naked, but somehow this morning it felt right. She casually rubbed herself as she got out some Advil and waited for the coffee to brew. Once she had four Advil and a few slugs of coffee in her, she went to shower and get ready for work. She played the events of the previous night over and over again in her head, and she felt conflicted. On one hand, her fantasies of being stripped in public had always had some strong, handsome, mysterious man making her do these things, not her best friend from 3rd grade. On the other hand, the whole thing made her so horny it made her weak in the knees. She found herself masturbating again in the shower. Five times in about twelve hours was a lot, even for her, but she just couldn't help herself. 

As she put her makeup on and got dressed she thought about Petra. Gretchen had always viewed Petra kind of like a sidekick. Gretchen had always been taller, better looking, a better athlete, and more popular than Petra, and so she had always felt protective of her petite friend. Gretchen knew that Petra had a sharp wit and could be tough when pushed, but her behavior at the bar had been a total surprise. Gretchen had never seen her take charge like that, it was schocking. It was also a little awkward. It was not a normal thing to have your best friend pull your pants down because she knows it turns you on. Gretchen was seriously embarrassed she had told Petra all that, but she guessed if you can't tell stuff to your best friend, who were you going to tell?

Work was an unpleasant event that morning. She had not been so hungover in a long time. Thank God, it got better after lunch. A little before 3:00 she heard her phone buzz. It was a text from Petra.

Petra -- "hey vanillagrl-ready for act 2?"

Gretchen - "NOTVANILLA" (Although she had a smile on her face as she worked her phone.)

Petra - "9 2go 9 2go"

Petra -- "Meet at 8 at Elaines"

Gretchen felt her stomach getting queasy. Petra wasn't serious about this whole ten times thing, right? Gretchen had definitely proved her point at the bar, she didn't need to do anything else. This whole vanilla thing was just crazy. She considered telling Petra no, but decided it would be better in person. She texted Petra that she'd see her there and got back to work. 

After work she ran a couple errands, got some food at a drive through, and headed to Elaine's. It was a cool coffee shop, a couple blocks from Petra's house. It had comfy sofas, lots of stuff to read, board games, the works. Given that she had only recovered from her hangover a few hours before, she was glad to be drinking coffee. Petra was already there when Gretchen arrived, and they got some coffee, grabbed a Scrabble board and sat at a table.

Gretchen kept trying to bring up the topic and tell Petra that she was done with all this vanilla test crap, but Petra kept talking about other stuff. The game went on, and they got deeper into their girl talk, and Gretchen found herself relaxing. She was having a good time, like she always did with Petra, although the scrabble game did not go well. Gretchen was a shark at pool, but Petra was pretty unbeatable in Scrabble. 

When they finished the game Petra took off her glasses, looked at Gretchen with a steely look in her eyes and said "go to the women's bathroom, take off all your clothes and take two photos of yourself in the mirror. One front, one back, and make sure everything is showing. Face, tits, and twat." Petra pulled a digital camera out of her bag and slid it over the 

"Huh... wha...are you crazy? I'm not doing any more of that," Gretchen hissed, trying not to attract attention. 

Petra leaned in close to her face, and spoke quietly but fiercely. "Listen vanilla girl, this is your last chance. I don't give a flying you-know-what what you do, but do you really want to spend the rest of your life being a boring, uptight, repressed little bitch just because you're afraid? Afraid to let loose the way you really want to? Are you going to let fear rule your life?"

Gretchen was shocked. Her friend had never talked to her like that before. She felt like she was going to cry. "I'm... I'm not repr.. I'm not repressed," she stumbled out meekly, but it had no force. Petra had penetrated right to her core, had seen her hidden (maybe repressed?) desires, and laid them all out. She felt very weak and exposed.

"Then prove it," Petra urged, pushing the camera into Gretchen's hand, "prove it to yourself. It's just the girls' bathroom for crying out loud, go for it." 

Gretchen giggled, and wiped the tears that had welled up in her eyes. "Just watch me," she told her friend confidently. She sauntered over to the bathroom, just to show Petra that she was in control of herself. Of course, once she got in the bathroom, her will melted away. She stared in the mirror for over a minute trying to decide what to do. Then another woman came in and used one of the stalls. Gretchen worked on her makeup, waiting for the woman to finish up and leave. Once she was alone again, Gretchen took a deep breath, and decided that if she was going to do this she'd better get moving. She quickly unbuttoned a couple buttons on the back of her blouse and pulled it over her head, setting it on the sink. She kicked off her boots, undid the side zipper on her wool slacks and slid them and her panties off, peeling her stockings off too. Moving fast now, she pulled her arms out of her bra, pushed it down, spun it around and undid the clasp, putting it on top of her pile of clothes. In less than 20 seconds she was naked in a public restroom. Her adrenaline was pumping and she could hear her pulse drumming in her ears, she couldn't believe she was doing this.

She grabbed the camera, and turned to the full length mirror, and looked at her naked body. She had to admit she looked pretty good. Her tan body was offset by her creamy white breasts and crotch. She was proud of her body and her looks. She held up the camera to take the picture when she remembered Petra's word about showing everything. She looked at her vagina in the camera, but all she could see was her pubic hair. She had seen pictures of girls on the internet where they used their hands to spread themsselves. She had always thought that was incredibly dirty, for a girl to show herself like that. She reached down with her free hand and worked her finger into her slit so she could spread her sex to be visible in the picture. Her knees wobbled as her finger brushed against her little button. She was shocked by how sensitive she was. And, oh my God, was she wet. She worked her finger back and forth, feeling her lips swell and spread. It felt so good she let out a little moan. Using the hand to hold herself open, she smiled at the camera in the mirror, and snapped a photo.

"One down, one to go," she said to herself. She turned around and looked over her shoulder at her ass in the mirror. While she knew her butt was better than average, compared to the first photo, this view didn't seem sexy enough. She spread her legs some and stuck her rear end out, opening her butt crack a little. She thought that was better, but still not quite right. She put her legs wide apart, like four feet apart, and then bent over and peered back between her legs.

"Now we're talking," she thought. Her sex was wide open, and even her puckered butthole was exposed. No way Petra could accuse her of trying to hide anything. She put her hand up to her sex and used her index and middle finger to spread it. She gasped as the sensations overwhelmed her. She began moving the fingers up and down, and then stuck one of them inside herself as her palm pressed on her clit. She closed her eyes as she pressed harder and faster. This was crazy, stripping and jilling herself off in the women's room, but it felt so good, and she was so close. She could feel an orgasm getting closer. Closer. Almost there. She tensed her thighs as she started to crest...

"OH MY GOD. I'm sorry," a young woman had walked into the restroom and was staring at Gretchen. "I just.. I ah was just going to..." Gretchen was completely mortified, but it was too late to stop. She let out a loud squeak, her hips bucked, and her eyelids fluttered as she climaxed hard. "You're... you are.. oh my God," the woman stammered and then left the bathroom totally flustered.

Gretchen was humiliated beyond belief. She couldn't believe she was doing this. Her hips continued to buck as she tried to regain control. Once her orgasm subsided, she started to get dressed. As fast as she could she pulled her blouse over her head without bothering to button it. She pulled her slacks on without stopping for her panties, and stepped into her boots. She grabbed the rest of her stuff and hurried back out to Petra. Gretchen saw the woman who had walked in on her, sitting with some guy and laughing. They both looked at her and started laughing even harder. Gretchen lowered her eyes, came up to Petra, and hissed that they had to go.

"Huh? Why?"

"I got caught! Let's get out of here!"

"No way!" Petra laughed uncontrollably. "Here, give me that stuff. Let's go." Petra grabbed the camera, bra, panties and stockings and put them in her bag. Gretchen almost ran out to her car, holding her boobs as they jiggled and swayed without her bra. She sat in the driver seat and suddenly noticed how weird it was to be wearing wool slacks with no underwear. The seam in the crotch made it very interesting. She resisted the urge to squeeze her crotch as Petra climbed into the passenger seat.

"Wow, you got out here fast. What's the big deal, a girl saw you naked, it's not like it's the first time that's happened."

"Well, it wasn't just that. It was... Well you know... she came in, you know... and then I came... well I just came."

"WHAT!?!?!" Petra shrieked and started laughing all over again

"It just kind of happened. I touched myself to take the picture, and I just got carried away." Gretchen started driving to get away from that place.

"And you masturbated? And you came? Was it in front of that lady? I've gotta see this" Petra was still laughing as she dug the camera out of the bag. Suddenly she stopped laughing. 

"Hey, there's only one photo."

"I told you I got caught, I was getting ready for the second one when she walked in" 

"Pull over the car. Do it now." Petra's tone had that steely edge again. Gretchen pulled over to the side of the road. "So you had time to finger yourself to an orgasm, but you couldn't finish a simple assignment? Unbelievable! Take those clothes off again.

"What?!? Here? I could get arrested!"

"Lighten up. It's dark out no one will even know. All you have to do is drive a few blocks to my house. The cops around here are way too busy with real criminals to be looking for naked chicks driving. Come on!

Gretchen sighed, and slipped the blouse back over her head. She had never re-buttoned so it came off easily. She lifted her bum and pulled the slacks down, removing them and her boots. Petra stuffed the shirts and slacks into her bag, but told her to put the boots back on.

Gretchen was in a hurricane of emotions as she pulled back out into traffic. She tried to focus on driving so she didn't kill herself, but her body was screaming for her to take both hands and ravish herself. She bit her lip in a vain attempt to distract her mind from how aroused she was. Thank God, it only took a minute to get to Petra's house, although if felt like an eternity. Petra grabbed her bag, got out, and told Gretchen to come in with her.

"Naked?" Gretchen whined.

"It's dark out, and my porch lights aren't even on. My neighbors won't see you. And if they do it will just give them a thrill.

As Gretchen stepped out of the car, the cool evening air played over her naked body. She was scared to death that someone would see her, but she also felt incredibly sexy walking up to the house wearing nothing but high-heeled boots. They made her hips swing sexily as she walked, making her feel very naughty. By the time she got into the house she wasn't sure if she was relieved or sad that no one had caught her.

"Take a seat at the desk, I'll get my computer set up."

"Your curtains are open!"

"Hey it's legal to be naked inside. If the neighbors don't like it they shouldn't be looking in my windows."

As Petra set up her computer and pulled the image off her camera, Gretchen just sat and pondered her situation. It was totally weird to be sitting there stark naked with a fully dressed Petra sitting next to her working away at the computer. It just accentuated how out of control Gretchen was, like she needed to be naked. The thought got her excited again, and she slipped her hand between her closed thighs. 

"What are you doing there? Sheesh, this really does get you going, doesn't it?"

Gretchen was humiliated. She really wanted to continue, but she made herself pull her hand away. 

"Well don't stop for me, it's not my problem you can't control yourself." But Gretchen was too embarrassed to do anything. 

"Now just a tiny bit of photoshopping..." Petra had the picture of Gretchen pulled up on her computer. It was stunning, like things Gretchen had seen on porn sites. Every detail of her nudity was in sharp focus, and her smiling face had a look of excitement that was showed she was enjoying this.

With a few short mouse strokes, Petra blurred Gretchen's face, not enough to hide her smile or expression, but enough that even people that knew her could not be absolutely sure it was Gretchen. Then she pulled up a web site dedicated to public nudity.

"What are you doing?' asked Gretchen, afraid she already knew. 

"Not me, you. You're posting your naked picture to the web."

"I can't -- what if people recognize me?"

"That's why I blurred your face, you bimbo." Petra rolled her eyes. "Here, now type in something really sexy and slutty, and let's post it" Petra slid the keyboard over so Gretchen could type.

Gretchen looked at the screen in a daze. She didn't know what to do, and she said so.

"Just type that you went out tonight and you were so horny that you had run to the girls room and strip. Tell them if they give good comments that you'll post more."

"Will I? Is that what you're planning?" Gretchen asked quietly, somewhere between anticipation and fear.

"Eight to go sweetheart. Eight to go."

Gretchen finished up typing and posted her photo. Almost immediately, she wished she could take it back, but it was too late. She and Petra sat and talked for a while, about things other than the fact that Gretchen was naked. After about 20 minutes, Petra said she needed to get some sleep after their night out drinking, and suggested that Gretchen do the same. Gretchen felt oddly disappointed. She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but it seemed like a sudden end to the evening. Petra stood up and walked over the door to let Gretchen out. 

"Wait -- I gotta get dressed first -- where are my clothes?" 

"I don't think so -- you should go home like that." 

Gretchen protested that the drive was way too long, and that she couldn't get into her building if she was naked. Petra sighed as if Gretchen was being totally unreasonable, but she walked back towards her bedroom. She came back and tossed Gretchen a bath towel.

"There you go. Are you happy now?" Petra asked as if she had done Gretchen some huge favor. 

"A towel, are you nuts? It's not even a big one."

"Hey, I made a concession vanilla girl, it's that or you can go naked."

Gretchen started to argue, but she really didn't have it in her. She wrapped the towel around herself, covering everything from her boobs to her mid thighs. In college she had had a strapless minidress that covered just about as much, so it was better than naked. She said her goodbyes, and Petra watched from her porch as her friend got in her car and drove off.

The one good thing about being in a towel was that Gretchen could rub her kitty for all it was worth the whole drive back to her house. She didn't cum, that might have made her crash, but she was chewing on her lower lip to keep control. The she pulled into her parking space behind the building, and the task in front of her sank in. She was going to walk across a well lighted parking lot, into her building, and up two flights stairs while wearing nothing but a bath towel and boots. The boots actually made it worse, because it made it clear that she wasn't just out of the shower or anything. She screwed up her courage, opened her door, and hurried across the lot. Not too quickly though, because the towel kept wanting to open up on her. She fiddled with her keys, let herself into the building, and started up the stairs. As she got to the third floor, she saw her neighbors' door start to open, and one of the girls who lived there stepped out. The girl's jaw dropped as her eyes went from Gretchen's face, down her body to her bare legs, and back up again.

"Woah. Are you okay?" she asked with genuine concern. Gretchen didn't even know the girl's name, but she mumbled yes and something about her getting locked out as she struggled to get her door open. The girl looked very worried, but Gretchen managed to get inside and close the door before any more conversation happened. She flopped on her bed and masturbated some more. But it seemed like the pressure that had been building up was now going away. She kept at it for a long time, but she just couldn't climax. Suddenly she jumped up, turned on her lights and opened all her blinds before laying back down and going at it again. She had no idea if anyone could see her, but she imagined all kinds of guys watching her as she orgasmed again and again. For the second night in a row she fell asleep with a finger in her sex. 



The Vanilla Test - Day 03



Gretchen woke before her alarm went off as the sun streamed in her windows. It took her a few moments to remember that in her desperation she had opened her bedroom blinds. Part of her found the whole thing embarrassing, but part of her smiled at the memories of how she had felt. Lazily she returned her hand to her sex, and stroked herself gently as she thought of the previous evening.

"Better not start that again," she thought with a smile, and got herself out of bed. For the second morning in a row, she made her coffee in the nude. She felt kind of exposed in her kitchen with nothing on, but she guessed that was the point. She showered and laid her clothes out, and then stayed naked while she did her hair and makeup. Only when she was just ready to leave did she put her clothes on. It wasn't any big deal, but it made her feel kind of naughty.

While she felt better than the day before, work was still a struggle. She kept thinking about last night, about getting caught mid-orgasm in the bathroom. She was so embarrassed that she figured she could never go back to the coffee shop, but it got her all wet just thinking about it. She wore a skirt that came down to mid-calf, along with a pale blue short-sleeve sweater. It wasn't super sexy or anything, but it made her feel feminine. She did like the fact that when she sat at her desk she could stroke her bare legs. Nothing too overt, just enough to feel good. 

Petra called her cell around 3:00 again. Gretchen was at her desk so she couldn't talk for long, and certainly couldn't say anything about last night's events, so they quickly agreed to meet after Gretchen finished her workout and they could get some dinner and maybe go shopping. The rest of the day at work dragged out so slowly it was painful, and Gretchen caught herself several times opening and clenching her thighs as her body sought some release. 

Going to the gym and getting some exercise helped mellow her out at bit, and she resisted the idea of masturbating in the shower. She had a private stall with a curtain, but even with her new adventurism it was too much of a risk. But it did get her thinking, and once she got dressed she had a totally wicked thought. Before she could change her mind, she reached under her skirt, peeled her panties down, and then threw them in the trash on her way out the door. No way she could change her mind now.

She and Petra met up at Gretchen's place, drove together over to a nearby mall, and grabbed some dinner at a salad bar place. They talked and ate together and Gretchen felt like she was going to burst. When they were almost finished, she just couldn't hold it in any longer. "I don't have any panties on! I took them off at the gym and threw them in the trash." She giggled as she described what she'd done.

Petra's eyebrows went up. "Wow. That's pretty good -- there may be hope for you yet." She smiled sweetly at her friend. "Let's go have you try on some clothes that go with that." As they walked across the lot to the mall, Gretchen's stomach started to flutter. It was one thing to not have panties on while she had the long skirt on, but she worried about trying on other outfits.

First, they stopped in at one of the anchor department stores, but they didn't really see anything that either of them wanted. They strolled through the mall, arm in arm, looking at the various stores. The next place they stopped was for the younger set, but they both still qualified to shop there. As they went through the racks, Petra came over and handed Gretchen a skirt and top. 

"Why don't you go first?" Petra suggested. "Just be sure to come back out here and model it, for everyone.' She emphasized the "everyone" when she said it. Gretchen headed back into the changing area, got into a booth, and put on the outfit. It was a jean skirt that came to her mid thigh, and a white sleeveless top. She had worn one of her "business woman" bras that had foam cups that hid everything, so the T was pretty safe, and while she felt very risqué in the skirt with no panties, there was no actual chance she'd expose herself. She walked out to Petra, who made her spin around a couple times to show off the outfit. While there was nothing overtly sexual about it, Gretchen found herself getting aroused just by being bossed around, and in anticipation of being exposed. There were a few other girls in the store, plus two guys. The guys had seemed totally bored until they noticed Gretchen's little show. 

Petra kind of frowned at the outfit, and suggested that it wasn't quite right. She handed Gretchen another one and went back to browsing while Gretchen went to change. This outfit was a little more adventurous. It was an orange one shoulder top and a small black wrap-around skirt. The top was pretty sexy, but with her bra on it didn't really show much. The skirt, however, was definitely risky. It only came halfway down from her crotch to her knees, plus the wrap around would slip open showing even more thigh as she walked. On top of that, she didn't really like it. The black and orange combo looked like a Halloween costume, not something she would wear out. Resigned to her fate, Gretchen took a deep breath and walked back out to Petra to show off. The two guys were still there, and they were definitely checking her out now. Gretchen asked Petra what she thought, and slowly did the spin to show front and back.

"It looks dumb with your bra on," Petra frowned, "why don't you take it off?" Gretchen gulped, the top might show a lot more without the industrial strength bra under it. But she wasn't going back into that "vanilla girl" discussion.

"All right," she said reluctantly, "I'll be right back."

"Oh, just do it here," Petra said as if that were the most normal thing in the world, "I'll hold it for you."

Gretchen's mouth dropped open, but Petra just held out her hand with a little smile on her face. Gretchen glanced around. None of the other girls was paying them any attention, but the guys had their eyes glued to her. Sighing, she slid the bra strap down the uncovered shoulder and over her hand. Then she worked it out the sleeve on the other side, and finally down to her waist and off. As she handed the bra to Petra, Gretchen noticed that the one guy she was facing had frozen like a deer in headlights as he stared at, well, at her headlights. Gretchen let a little giggle out at the joke in her head, and spun around for Petra. Maybe a little too quickly as she heard the other guy swear. Had he seen her butt?

She looked at Petra, who was holding up her cell phone. "What are you doing?" she asked, but then she realized it wasn't a phone, "what is that?"

"Video Capture. It's for putting videos up on YouTube and stuff. Don't you have one?' Petra asked innocently. "I just got a good video of your twirl. Do another one, faster." 

Gretchen's pulse went even faster. Not only were the guys watching her, Petra was filming it for the internet. She bit her lip, and did another twirl, feeling the skirt rise and fall as she did. She noticed that the one guy's girlfriend had grabbed him and was dragging him out of the store, so she figured that they had probably been able to see something, maybe even her bush.

"Ahhh, I don't really like it," Petra said as she put the video thingie away, "it looks like a Halloween outfit." Gretchen rolled her eyes, and went back to the changing room, knowing that there was no way Petra would give back her bra. She put her conservative skirt back on, and pulled on the blue sweater she had worn to work. It was definitely faster to get dressed when underwear wasn't involved. The sweater hid her boobs a little better than the orange top, but her nipples definitely were poking out. When she came back into the store, the second guy still peeked at her, but his girlfriend was talking to him with an annoyed look on her face, so he couldn't really stare. 

Petra led her back out into the mall, and they walked along some more. "You aren't going to make me keep my headlights on again?" Gretchen asked in a worried tone.

"What? That's crazy, this is a family mall," Petra made it sound like Gretchen was the crazy one. Even still, Gretchen was more relieved than annoyed. It was bad enough walking in a crowded mall with a no bra on. Pinching her nipples at the same time would have sent her over the edge. She looked over at Petra as they walked, who seemed to be looking for something. Gretchen started to wonder why Petra was doing this. In some ways, they were just like they had always been. Good friends, doing girlie things and having a lot of fun. Except every once in a while Petra would get that steely look in her eyes and make Gretchen do these outrageous things. On one level it made Gretchen angry to be treated that way, but she had to admit that a powerful, hidden part of her really craved this. Maybe that was it. Petra was her friend and was just trying to do what was best for Gretchen, even if Gretchen didn't really know it.

"Let's go in here," Petra pointed at the Izod store. Gretchen followed her. Polo shirts weren't really her style, but she was just along for the ride. Petra wandered around and then brought her a little knit dress to try on. Gretchen took one look and knew that the raspberry colored dress would be completely obscene with no underwear under it. But Petra was not going to let her squirm out of it. She grabbed the dress, and headed to the curtained booth at the side of the store. Petra called her back, and whispered to leave the curtain open a bit. 

Gretchen went into the booth, and started to close the curtain behind her. It was so hard for her to stop her hand with the curtain open by about four inches. Even though no one was in the store other than Petra, pure habit made her want to close the curtain. She clenched her fists, digging her nails into her palms to stop her hands from going to fix the curtain. Once she had herself under control, she peeled the sweater off, and then shucked the skirt down her legs. Feeling naughty, she made sure that as she bent over to pick up her skirt that her butt was pointing at the open curtain. She pulled the little polo dress on, and saw that she had been right. Not only could you see the bump of her nipples, the slightly raised area of her areolas were clearly visible. Since she had no panties on, the dress kept getting caught in her butt cheeks, making it totally obvious she had nothing on underneath. 

She opened up the curtain all the way, and gasped as she realized that Petra had been videoing her. That view of her butt would make for a pretty racy video. She had to think of a way to talk Petra out of posting that, it would just be too embarrassing. Petra had her turn around a couple times, told her that she liked it, and suggested Gretchen should buy it. Gretchen did have to admit that the raspberry color went well with her tan skin and brown hair, and that with a belt, and some underwear, it could be a cute summer dress. She changed back, bought the dress, and she and Petra continued around the mall. 

Gretchen noticed that her boobs were causing a lot of guys to stare, and she unconsciously crossed her arms to hide her erect nipples. Petra leaned over and whispered in her ear. "I told you that you didn't have to play with them, I didn't say you could cover them up. Put your arms down and arch your back a little. Gretchen's cheeks started to feel warm, and she knew she was blushing as she put her hands behind her back and stuck her chest out for guys to stare at. She could feel herself get even more aroused as people would stare at her, especially with the knowledge that she had nothing on under her skirt.

Petra pulled her into another store and started browsing the racks. She handed Gretchen a short summer dress, and told her to go try that on, reminding her to not forget the curtain. The changing booths were along the back of the store, but they were just curtains on three sides. Gretchen struggled again to make sure she had left a 4 inch gap in the curtains before she started to undress. She shucked the skirt off, and had just peeled the sweater over her head when she heard the curtain open up.

"Here,' Petra handed her another dress, "you should try this one too." Petra acted like it was no big deal that everyone in the store could see her completely naked. Gretchen moved her arm to cover her exposed boobs but could do nothing about her crotch as she used her other hand to take the dress from Petra. It was probably just as well, she thought, because if she put her hand on her crotch she might start rubbing and not be able to stop. Petra closed the curtain, but left a gap that was over 8 inches. 

Gretchen put on the first dress, and realized that the people in this store would be getting quite the show. The summer dress was obviously a couple sizes too big for her; Petra must have done that on purpose. The spaghetti straps were too long, and the top was too loose, so the dress kept slipping down to where her nipples would pop into view. She pulled it up as best she could, and headed out to show Petra. There were three guys in the store, and they had all seen the show when Petra opened the curtain, so they openly stared at her now. At first, Gretchen couldn't find Petra and had to walk around the store, continually pulling up the front of the dress to avoid showing her boobs. Finally, she found Petra, who instead of making her twirl, this time made her raise her arms up high, causing both her nipples to pop into view. Both girls giggled uncontrollably as Gretchen tried to get her boobs covered. 

"I don't that dress is quite right," Petra could barely stop laughing, "Get rid of that, and then pick one of these four to buy." She handed Gretchen a pile of sundresses. "I've got some stuff I'm going to try, so you don't need to come find me. Leave the one you pick on. You should wear it out of here."

Gretchen went back to the booth, this time leaving a good ten inch gap in the curtain. She pulled off the sundress and held up the other dresses to inspect them. They were all strapless, with floor length skirts. Gretchen had seen a number of girls in them this summer; they seemed quite popular. As she compared the prints and colors she noticed in the mirror that a guy had positioned himself to watch her in the mirror through the gap. Feeling wicked, Gretchen decided to give him a bit of a show.

She hung the dresses up, and looked at herself in the mirror. Her heart started to pound as she concentrated on looking at herself and not the guy. Her hands came up, stroking her flat belly, and then circling the white flesh of her boobs. Slowly she circled in, getting closer and closer to her nipples. Finally, she reached her nipples, and began to rub and pinch them. Leaving one hand on her breast, she slowly traced the other slowly down her belly and ran it through her pubic hair. Through her slitted eyes she could see the guy shift around a little, and it looked like his hand might be by his crotch. Gretchen smiled as she thought about how wild she was being, and she slowly worked her fingers down to her pussy. She was soaking wet. She worked her fingers up and down her slit, and then over her little button. She played with that for a while as she watched the guy fidget out in the store. Then she got a totally evil idea. She opened her eyes, and looked right at him. He got a panicked look on his face, but she smiled, and then brought her slick fingers up to her mouth and began to lick and suck on them. It was the dirtiest thing she had ever done in her life, and she loved the feeling of power running through her. The guy almost doubled over for a few seconds, and then looked totally worried as he rushed out of sight. Gretchen realized she must have made him cum, and that he was going to have a real problem explaining that to his girlfriend. 

Deciding to quit before things got totally out of hand, Gretchen picked out a print that she liked best and put the sundress on. It fit pretty well, if a tad big, but she liked the look. The strapless part made it sexy and feminine, showing off her tan, while the long skirt meant that it wasn't at all trampy. She grabbed her clothes and walked back out in the store. She was still jittery after playing with herself, and she was worried that some wetness might work down her thighs. Thank God, Petra came out within a minute or so, and they headed to the checkout. Petra bought a couple dresses for herself, and Gretchen borrowed some scissors to cut the tag off, and paid for her dress.

"You look kind of flushed," Petra commented as they walked out, "you really do get off on this, don't you?" Gretchen told her about playing with the guy that was watching her. "Wow! I think I've created a monster." Both girls laughed as they linked arms and headed for the mall exit.

As they passed the movie theater that was in the mall, they worked they way through the crowds. Petra slowed her down and whispered in her ear. "I'm going to give you my bag to carry so I can get my keys. After that, I'm going to come up behind you and pull your dress down. I want you to count to five before you pull it back up. Make sure people get a good look." Gretchen was terrified, but she nodded nervously. As they walked out the door and into the parking lot, Petra asked her to take her bag, and she opened her purse. Gretchen walked slowly. A group of eight college age kids were walking towards the movies. When they were about twenty feet away, Gretchen felt Petra's hands under her armpits, a sudden motion, and the cool evening air on her naked body. 

She really hadn't meant to scream. It just came out. For at least two or three seconds she didn't even drop the bags, she just looked down at herself, her dress at her ankles, and not a thing on from there up. The college guys gave out some catcalls while their girlfriends told them to shut up. Gretchen dropped the bags, and used her hands to cover herself. She had been too freaked out to think about counting, but she stayed that way for a while as people stared at her. Finally, she had to expose herself totally to get the dress, and work it up her body. She heard one of the girls call her a slut as she bent over, showing everyone her butt. She had to wriggle her hips to shimmy the dress up her body, bringing more comments. Once covered, she grabbed her bags, and ran for Petra's car.

She jumped in the car and words started to tumble out. "Ohmygod. -- all those people -- they all saw -- totally naked -- couldn't even breath -- so freaking HOT!" Gretchen was almost shouting as Petra laughed at her. Petra kept laughing at her as she drove out of the mall and told Gretchen that she had been naked for a lot longer than ten seconds. Gretchen was still breathless, "they were all looking at me, and all I could think about was how turned on I was. I was embarrassed too, but I'm sooo horny now." Gretchen stopped suddenly, mortified that she had admitted that.

"Hey, you started last night, I told you to go for it," Petra said with a crooked smile, "just recline your seat, you'll feel better with some release." It was totally weird, but what wasn't weird about the last few days? Gretchen reclined her seat, hiked up her dress, and began rubbing herself. She was so turned on it didn't take long before she was going at it for all she was worth, her back arched and with her thighs tight and trembling. She let out a loud moan as a very satisfying orgasm took her. She looked at Petra, who was giggling, and started laughing herself. If you didn't count doing it under the covers after everyone went to sleep at slumber parties, she had never masturbated in front of another girl, but it made her feel even closer to Petra. 

"Wow, this has been some day." 

"Three down and seven to go girlfriend." They both smiled. Soon they were at Gretchen's building, and Petra told her she'd call her tomorrow. Gretchen gave her hug, feeling somehow sentimental about having been so exposed in front of her old friend. Petra smiled at her, said goodbye, waved again as she got in the car, and drove off. Gretchen felt very good, but also weird, and maybe a little disappointed. It wasn't like she expected anything else, but she just really didn't want the evening to end. She went up to her apartment, and for the first time in a few nights did not need to satisfy herself. She stripped off her dress, watched some TV, got ready, and crawled into bed.



The Vanilla Test - Day 04



Author's note: I just realized from the comments that not everyone on Literotica knows who Gretchen is. She is a perennial contributor on Indian Outlaw's ASN board, and I wrote this story for her. Petra is totally my own creation, and all the events are imaginary, but Gretchen is very real. Like I do, she loves to see your comments, loves to find out what people like about her story...

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Gretchen had not slept very well. She kept thinking about her orgasm in the car. The whole thing with Petra was very weird. They had been friends for a very long time, and they had been through a lot. From being in different crowds in high school, from Petra going off to an Ivy League while Gretchen staid closer to home, to ending up back near each other after college, but they always stayed close. And it wasn't like they hadn't always talked about sex. Well at least Gretchen always did, so Petra knew more about Gretchen than anyone did. But the last few days were way beyond that. Part of Gretchen was totally humiliated, and she worried what Petra must think of her. Part of her was obsessed with going further, and was dreading that Petra might stop.

She continued her new habit of staying naked until it was time to leave. She made coffee, showered, picked out her clothes, and did everything else she needed to while she was still naked. She pulled on a dark blue bra and thong, a white blouse with vertical blue stripes, and a skirt that didn't quite come to her knees. Once she was dressed, she headed to work. She drudged through the workday until Petra called her at lunch.

"I have some stuff going on this evening, but let's go for a jog late tonight," Petra suggested. They agreed that Gretchen would pick Petra up at about 8:30. The rest of Gretchen's day was uneventful. She finished work, went to work out, stopped for some Chinese takeout on the way home. As she walked in her door, she decided the naked in the apartment thing should continue. She got undressed, and then ate the takeout as she surfed. She casually stroked her naked body, and even rubbed her kitty as she passed the time.

She put on her running stuff at about 8:00. She put the thong back on and a sports bra, a tight fitting sleeveless top and some loose fitting running shorts. She popped downstairs and into her car and drove over to Petra's. Gretchen called her right before she got to the house, and Petra was waiting on the street. She tossed a workout bag in the back seat and then climbed in the passenger seat. She had a loose fitting white T on with some long shorts. Gretchen smiled at her friend's choices of clothes. Petra was really very cute with a petite figure and beautiful olive skin, but she never put any effort into showing herself off. Gretchen had tried to get her out of her shell a couple times in high school, but it was obvious that Petra liked her shell. She had Gretchen as a good friend, but she wasn't really interested in being more popular. 

Gretchen asked where they were going, and Petra gave directions. Petra told her that they would go to a forest preserve out in the suburbs. It would be quiet at night, but also safe for a couple girls on a jog. They pulled into the unlit lot, and were the only car. Gretchen parked and they started off down the trail. The moon was close to full, and it was easy to find their way. With her longer legs, and frequent workouts, Gretchen soon got in front of Petra. Petra asked her to stop a second. 

"We need to slow you down a bit. Give me your bra."

"I can't run without a bra, they'll bounce all over"

"That's the point, it'll slow you down". 

Gretchen realized this was number 4, so she quickly worked the bra out from under her shirt, and handed it over. They began to jog again. She held her boobs as she ran, but Petra said that defeated the purpose and told Gretchen to keep her normal stride with her arms at her side. Gretchen had to slow down quite a bit, but found a pace where her boobs didn't fly all over the place. Petra kept alongside her, but was breathing hard. Soon she asked to stop again. 

"Okay, not enough, you're still going too fast. Give me the shorts too."

Gretchen was ready this time, and just peeled them off. "Be careful, the car key's in those," she warned. Petra took the key out and put it her sock. They jogged a while longer, Gretchen savoring the idea of running in a thong. There wasn't anyone else here, but if there were, they could have got a great view of her butt. Soon Petra made her stop again, and before she could even say anything, Gretchen peeled off her top. Petra just giggled and told her that she was getting good at this. 

Going back to jogging was exhilarating. She was running out in a park, almost naked! Granted she still had her thong, and it was dark out, but it was close enough. The jogging was starting to make her sweat, and her skin glistened in the moonlight. Her boobs were bouncing with every step, but she found a pace that kept that from being uncomfortable, and she allowed her mind to wander, relishing the freedom of what she was doing. 

Soon Petra took the final step, and with a quick motion Gretchen pulled the thong off and stepped of it. She handed it over to Petra, and began to run, completely nude except for her shoes. It was such a rush! She was exuberant as she jogged with Petra by her side.

Suddenly they heard some loud laughing up ahead. Gretchen hissed some profanity, and hunched over covering herself. "Don't panic," Petra was giggling again, "it's probably just some high school kids out drinking. They'll be too busy partying. We'll just cut across the field and they will never know." Gretchen got back up and followed her across the field, around the noise from the teenagers. She thought she heard someone say the word "naked" and then a lot of laughing, but no one followed them.

They passed the halfway mark and followed the loop around back to the car. By the time they got back Gretchen had worked up a light sweat, and Petra was breathing hard. "You need to get more exercise girlfriend," Gretchen teased her. 

"Yeah," Petra answered between pants, "you're probably right. So how are you doing, naked girl?"

"Un-freaking-believable. I feel so free. And so um, so... turned on," Gretchen finished quietly.

Petra had that steely look in her eyes again. "Okay, so here's the deal. I've got the key to your car, and your clothes. So, you're not getting either until you go over to that bench in front of your car, and play with yourself until you cum."

"What?!!?"

"You said you wanted someone to make you, so I'm making you. If you don't get moving, I'll leave you out here naked."

Gretchen knew it wasn't really a threat, that Petra wouldn't really do that, and even if she tried, Gretchen could easily overpower her smaller friend. But that wasn't really the point. It gave her mind the excuse it needed, so Gretchen sauntered her naked body over to the bench, sat facing the front of her car, and spread her legs. Just as she did, her car beeped and her headlights came on, making her jump with fright. Petra's laugh made Gretchen realize that she had just clicked the unlock button for the car. Petra walked over, opened the driver's door, and turned the lights so they would stay on. "Just wanted to be sure anyone walking by would know what you're doing," she grinned.

Gretchen felt he stomach do flip-flops, but she was determined to continue. She worked one hand down into her bush, and started rubbing her sex. She wanted to orgasm badly, but the bright lights were distracting. She closed her eyes and moved her hand slowly. She began to get more excited, moving her hand faster and faster. She moved her free hand up to her breast, squeezing it, first gently, and then more urgently. She felt herself getting closer, and her buttocks lifted off the bench. Her thighs began to tremble as her hips thrust forward, getting her closer, and then she let out a loud shout the climax came over her suddenly. She slumped over to one side as she recovered, and she was grinning as she opened her eyes and looked at Petra. And screamed. Petra was standing there with her video capture thingie. 

"What are you doing? Did you get that on video!?!?" 

"Almost all of it. That was quite a performance, " Petra laughed, "the guys really liked your post the other night, I'm sure they'd love this." She laughed uncontrollably. Gretchen didn't know whether to laugh too, or throw a tantrum. She ended up laughing, but she was definitely worried.

"You won't post that, will you? Really?'

"Naah, blurring videos is a lotta work, and even if you get off on it, showing everyone on the internet your face is a little too much. Let's go home."

"Okay let me get dressed."

"Oh, no, this you can do, I'll put your clothes in the trunk." Petra left the driver's door open for Gretchen. Gretchen couldn't believe she was going to do this, but she slid behind the wheel naked. Petra popped the trunk open, tossed Gretchen's clothes in, and closed it again. The drive back was more difficult that Gretchen could have imagined. She was still shaky from her orgasm, and every time she came to a stoplight she was terrified she'd be seen. Petra was actually a help, telling Gretchen that she was doing great, and that she was well on her way to proving she was not vanilla. Gretchen smiled at the thought that anything she had done over the last few days was anything close to vanilla.

Finally, she pulled up in front of Petra's house. Petra let Gretchen know that she had a Friday night work thing the next night, but that she could take off a couple hours in the afternoon. They agreed that Gretchen would take the afternoon off, and pick up Petra at her office. Petra said good-bye, but before she could get out of the car, Gretchen leaned across and gave her a hug. It felt weird, being naked and giving her friend a hug, but Gretchen really wanted to. Petra hugged her back, but when she let go she seemed flustered. She said good-night again quickly and rushed into her house. 

Gretchen worried a little that she had freaked her friend out, but there wasn't anything to do about it now. She managed to make the drive back to her place without incident, but as she pulled into the lit parking lot, she wondered what her plan was. She pulled into her space, and considered her options. She could climb over the seat, try to open the pass-through to the trunk, get her clothes, and get dressed in the car. Her other option was to get out, pop the trunk, and pull her clothes back on. While it was risky, she decided to just go for the simpler option. She popped the trunk, stepped out, and walked around to the back to get her clothes. Her underwear was not there, but she really didn't want to take the time anyway. She pull the shirt on quickly, and then pulled on her shorts, which did not go as well as she wanted it to. Her shoes made it difficult, and she was bent over for a while trying to get them on. Anyone coming out of the building would have seen an awful of her butt while she was bent over. 

Finally, she got them on, and she headed over to the door. Before she got there, the girl from next-door stepped out. She had a cat who ate the canary kind of smile. "Looks like someone was having fun tonight," her tone was somewhere between laughing and bitchy condescension. Gretchen was mortified. She mumbled a greeting, and got inside the building as fast as she could. She wondered how much her neighbor had seen.

She got into her apartment, and stripped immediately. She was beginning to get used to always being naked at home. She got out her laptop, flopped on her bed and went to all her favorite sites, looking for stories. They didn't seem as wild as they had a few days ago, but she still managed to get a good orgasm out of them before she drifted to sleep.



The Vanilla Test - Day 05



Gretchen followed her new routine getting ready for work the next day, staying naked until the last possible second. First thing at work, she cleared taking the afternoon off, and spent the morning making sure she had everything wrapped up before she left for the weekend. At about 1:00 she took off, and went to pick up Petra. Petra tossed her bag in the back before climbing in next to Gretchen. She told Gretchen to drive off to the same park where she had done her naked run the night before. Gretchen immediately protested.

"Hey, running naked at night is one thing, but I'm not doing that in the day. I'm not vanilla, but I'm not getting arrested either."

"Woah girl, we're not doing that, don't worry. I have other plans." That got Gretchen even more worried. They chatted as she drove, and soon they were at the park. Early on a Friday afternoon the park was almost completely empty. A few joggers here and there, but all the picnic shelters were all empty. Petra led her into the park and across a large field. The walk was hot in the sun, but Gretchen thought she might be sweating for other reasons. The anticipation of not knowing what was coming was really getting to her. Finally, they sat at a table and looked around. The shelter was in a bit of a gully and was less visible to anyone jogging in the park. Gretchen looked in all directions, but couldn't see anyone. Petra set her bag on the table, and began pulling out whatever it was she had brought. A small bowl, a thermos, a mug, and a small bag were soon all on the table. Gretchen was perplexed.

"I've been checking out some of this internet stuff that you're so into," Petra smiled wickedly, "and I noticed that most of the girls you see don't have a muff. I think it's so if you're an exhibitionist that you can be sure everyone will see you. So I want you to strip from the waist down and shave your coochie." She was laughing as she said it.

"Here?" Gretchen was horrified. She had always been proud of her luxurious bush, it made her feel so womanly. Shaving it would make her look like a baby, it seemed wrong. To say nothing of doing it in broad daylight in a public park. 

"It's quiet here, and if you go quickly, I'm sure you'll be done before anyone sees you. Of course, don't go too quickly, you wouldn't want to nick anything," Petra smirked, "but you'd better get those pants off."  She pulled a cordless trimmer out of the bag and held it out to her.

Gretchen looked all around, then mentally shrugged her shoulders, and undid the zipper on her slacks. Soon she was naked from the waist down. She sat at the picnic bench, facing out, and spread her legs. Pausing a moment to reflect on what she was doing, she decided that it would always grow back. She used the clippers and quickly had reduced her glorious bush to stubble. Petra took the thermos, poured a little hot water in the bowl, and then pulled out a shaving brush, dipped in the bowl, and made some foam in the mug.

"Here you go sweetie, use the brush to get good and lathered."

Gretchen looked up to take the mug, and then noticed that Petra had the motion capture in her other hand. She should have known that this would end up on video. She took the mug and brush, and ran it all over her mound and down along her slit. The feeling was unbelievable. The warm brush going along her lips, caressing her clit, she loved the feeling. A flash of light let her know that Petra had taken a picture of her as well.

"Is that really necessary?" Gretchen razzed her.

"I'm telling you, those guys who saw your picture from the other night, they want more," Petra laughed, and snapped another photo.

Gretchen kept looking around to see if anyone would see her, but the coast was still clear. Petra handed her a razor, telling her that it was a brand new blade. Slowly, and very carefully, Gretchen shaved herself. She kept having to pull on her lips and touch her clit, sending warm waves over her body as she did. The whole experience, touching herself, being so exposed in public, having Petra right there and taking a video, it was really getting to her. 

Suddenly she saw a couple women in the distance, jogging. She slapped her legs together and cowered down so they wouldn't see. The women paid her no notice, and soon were out of sight again. 

"Get going again girl," Petra urged her on. Gretchen went back to work, and soon had finished shaving her mound and along her lips. Petra wasn't done though.

"Don't forget your butt crack, I can see a few hairs there. But before you do, give me your bra." 

Gretchen was getting good at taking her bra off under her top, and soon she handed it over. She took the mug and brush and worked up her crack, moving it back and forth across her asshole. It felt kind of funny, and she felt very dirty for even doing it. She had to squat on the ground to reach back there with the razor, but soon she was completely hairless. She sat back on the bench and Petra handed her a bottle of lotion.

"Rub that in, it will keep the skin nice and smooth where you shaved." 

Gretchen did as she was told, and was soon rubbing lotion all over her crotch, which with the warm sun hitting it felt unbelievably good. She let out a small moan.

"Keep going," Petra said, "the guys will love this, but pull your top up." Gretchen pulled her top up to show her boobs, and then kept rubbing herself as Petra videoed, and soon she could feel the pressure building up. 

"You didn't really rub it down by your butt," Petra commented, "I think the guys would like to see that."

Gretchen smiled as her finger drifted down and rubbed the lotion along the crack of her ass. 

"Use you other hand back there. Yeah good. Now stick a finger in."

"What?" Gretchen had done a lot of stuff before, but sticking a finger in her butt seemed really perverted.

"Go ahead, girls do it on the internet all the time"

Carefully Gretchen pressed her index finger on her back hole, and worked it in until she had two knuckles inside her. Her other hand went back to her sex, and soon she was back on her way to an orgasm. She loved the slippery feeling of her newly shaved sex, and she felt so dirty doing this in public with a finger buried in her butt hole. The total scene was coming together in a way that blew her mind.

"Holy crap someone's coming," Petra hissed. Gretchen looked and saw a guy in some kind of a uniform about fifty yards off, looking at them and walking straight towards them. "Quick get dressed!" Gretchen pulled her pants on, grabbed her shoes, and ran for the car. Petra had all the stuff and was right behind her. When they got to the car, it didn't look like he had followed them, but they didn't wait around to see. Gretchen jumped in, started the car, and as soon as Petra was in they took off. 

Soon laughter replaced terror. "Oh my God, I can't believe I did that. That was unbelievable," Gretchen said, still on a high. Petra laughed, saying the look on her face when she saw the guy was priceless, and she said she was sorry that Gretchen didn't get to cum, but that she had to get back to work. Disappointed, Gretchen drove her back to her office. When they got there, Gretchen got out of the car to say goodbye. She reached out and hugged her friend, and whispered in her ear.

"Thanks for this, I really like the way it feels now that it's shaved."

Petra seemed flustered again. Gretchen smiled to herself, it was so unlike Petra to not be in control. They said goodbye again, and then Gretchen got in her car and drove off. Her first thought was to put her underwear back on, but it turned out Petra had taken that. She figure what the hell, lots of people had seen her nipples poking out her top this week, and the feel of her slacks on her newly shaved snatch kept her focused on how turned on she was. She ran a few errands, did some grocery shopping, and went home. Once inside her apartment she stripped naked, and relished the feeling of sliding her finger along her slick skin. 

She felt like she should do something extreme, something that would impress Petra. She considered calling for pizza and answering the door naked. It was exactly the kind of thing she could see Petra doing to her, but without Petra telling her, she just couldn't do it. She even picked up the phone and dialed a couple times, but she chickened out before the phone connected. She got out her laptop and decided to surf instead. She checked her email, and saw that Petra had sent her something.

Hey Vanilla Girl,

Here's a few videos for you and some stills. I've already blurred the face on the stills, pick a couple out and post them for the guys. The videos are for you.

P

Gretchen opened all the files and was amazed. There was the video of her butt in the changing booth in the store, of her masturbating at night in the park, and then today's close shave. Gretchen couldn't believe the wanton look on the face of the girl in the videos. It was like she was a whole different person. Gretchen rubbed her newly shaved sex as the girl on the video shaved herself. 

She turned that video off, deciding to save it for later. She opened the photos, and saw that Petra had blurred her face in every one, making it somewhat safe to post them. Even still, the idea made Gretchen swoon. Her naked body, now totally exposed, shown to millions of horny people around the world, it just blew her mind. Finally she picked one, and posted it to the site that Petra had posted her earlier picture. She chose one of her when she was almost done shaving herself. She wanted to post one of her masturbating with her finger up her rear, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it.

She spent the rest of the night watching the video of herself shaving, and then diddling herself while fingering her bum. She even worked a finger in there again, and came again and again, until she wore herself out.  



The Vanilla Test - Day 06



Saturday morning, and Gretchen slept in. About 10:00 Petra called her and said she would pick her up at 11:00. Gretchen asked what they were going to do, but Petra just laughed and told her that it would spoil the fun if she knew. Gretchen stayed naked until Petra called again saying she was right outside the building. Gretchen pulled on her underwear, jeans shorts, and a tank top, stepped into some sandals and bounded down to Petra's car.

"So what are we doing?" Gretchen asked as they pulled out.

"I thought a day at the beach would be good."

"Wait, I didn't bring a suit. Oh, we're not going to some nudist place are we?"

"No," Petra laughed, "then I'd have to get undressed too, and this is your kink not mine. Besides, you want to be naked where you're not supposed to be, right? I have a suit for you, don't worry."

"Hey, don't take that kink comment the wrong way, okay?" Petra continued after a bit of silience. "We all have our own kinks, and that's what makes us interesting. This one is yours and that's cool. It's just not mine."

"So what is yours? You never talk about yourself," Gretchen asked.

"Maybe if you make it to day ten I'll let you know." 

They got on the highway to head to the beaches, and Petra pulled over on the shoulder. She reached back and pulled a bag in to the front seat. She handed Gretchen a white two piece swim suit, and told her that she should put it on. Changing clothes in a car along the Interstate seemed pretty tame to Gretchen now, so she peeled down her shorts and panties, pulled on bikini bottoms, removed her bra and top, and with a giggle, put on the bikini top. The bottoms were actually not too radical, sort of a Brazilian type cut. The top was strapless, but covered her fairly well. The fabric seemed very thin however, and neither top nor bottom were lined. Her nipples showed as prominent bumps in the top, and with no hair down there the crevice of her vulva was easy to spot. Her tan lines did not match the bikini bottoms, and the white skin around the fabric just made it seem more revealing. 

"Fits me I guess," Gretchen commented, "but it doesn't really hide very much. Where did you get it?"

"Amazing what you can find on the internet. Now here's the deal. You're wearing nothing more than that bikini until I drop you back at your place. The drive out there, on the beach, off the beach, all the way home. Got it?"

"Wow. You've put a lot of thought into this stuff," Gretchen said with a grin.

"Hey, what are friends for?"

Petra pulled out onto the highway, and they drove the better part of an hour to the state park. The park consisted of a bunch of dunes along one of the Great Lakes, with some decent beaches. It wasn't Waikiki or South Beach or anything, but on a summer day in the Midwest, it was a nice relief from the heat and humidity. Petra paid the entrance fee, and found a spot to park. As they walked to the beach it started to sink in to Gretchen about how hard this would be. Petra had a gray tank dress over her swimsuit, and carried a beach bag with their stuff. Everyone else around her was wearing shorts and T-shirts or some kind of cover up. She was the only one walking around in a bikini, and one that didn't hide that much. Guys were checking her out constantly, and girls were giving her dirty looks that said "Slut!"

It got better on the beach, just because now other girls were in their bikinis, although guys were still looking at her a lot. They walked for a while until the crowds thinned out, and Petra picked out a spot. They spread out their towels and sat facing the lake, watching the waves come in. Petra peeled off her cover-up, revealing a black bikini that Gretchen had to admit made her friend look pretty good. It wasn't as revealing as Gretchen's, but she was sure guys would be checking out both of them. Petra put sunscreen on herself, and handed some to Gretchen. 

"Let me get your back," Petra suggested as Gretchen finished up her front. Gretchen laid down on her stomach and Petra squirted a bunch of lotion on her back and down her legs. Petra rubbed it all over her back, and then undid the top to make sure she got under it. Then she did the backs of Gretchen's legs, working her way up to her butt. Gretchen had to admit that it felt really good. Laying in the warm sun, the feel of hands rubbing lotion in, it was delicious. As Petra's hands got closer to her butt, she wondered what her friend would do. She knew it would be weird, but she was hoping that Petra would rub the lotion on her rear, it all just felt so good. 

Petra did not disappoint her. She worked her hands up to Gretchen's ass, and then focused in on rubbing the lotion into her cheeks. She even pulled the suit up into kind of a wedgie to expose most of her friend's rear end.

"Leave your suit bottoms like that, it will give you a good tan." Petra laid down next to her. Gretchen re-tied her top, kneeled by her friend and returned the favor. She put lotion on her hands and started rubbing it into Petra's back and shoulders. Petra had wonderful olive skin, and her body was trim, if not as athletic as Gretchen's. Gretchen wondered to herself why Petra didn't dress more to impress. She certainly looked great in a swimsuit. Gretchen undid Petra's top to get lotion all over her back. She thought briefly about pulling her friend's top off, but remember the comment about exhibitionism being Gretchen's kink not Petra's, she thought better of it. When she was done with the back, she started working up Petra's legs, rubbing them a little longer than was strictly necessary, but she wanted Petra to feel a good as she did. She got up to Petra's rear, and she realized her heart was racing. She put more lotion on her hands and began rubbing, working her hands up under Petra's suit. She pulled Petra's suit up to make it more of a thong, and noticed that no tan lines appeared. "Hmmm," she thought to herself, "an unexpected side to Petra."

Petra reached back and pulled her suit in place, but she had a wide smile on her face as she thanked Gretchen, saying it felt really good. Gretchen laid on her back to soak up some rays. Petra leaned over and told her to spread her legs some, to give people walking by a good show. 

"Wider. A little wider. Good" Gretchen's feet were now almost three feet apart, and she was sure that someone walking by would know for sure that she was shaved down there. The feeling of being exposed was making the pressure build up inside her. She propped herself up a bit on her elbows, and watched the lake and the occasional person walk by. She was definitely attracting attention from the guys who passed by. Most of them tried to look like they weren't staring, but some of them openly gawked. The whole thing turned Gretchen on immensely, and it was all she could do to not play with herself.

They girls flipped over after a while, and soaked up more sun. Soon they were both roasting hot, so they decided to go in the lake. In the only really acceptable way to get into a cold lake on a hot day, they ran down into the waves and dove under. 

"Omigod, cold, cold, holy crap is that cold," Gretchen sputtered as she came up. They laughed at each other as they hurried out of the water. Gretchen looked down, and almost had a heart attack. She was naked! Well, alright, she wasn't naked, but the suit had become see through. Not wet t-shirt kind of see through, closer to Saran Wrap kind of see through. She could see how pink her nipples were, and the cleft of her sex was in plain sight. She might as well have been wearing nothing.

"Petra," she hissed, "look at me."

"Yeah it is a bit extreme, huh? It will go back when it dries out. But for now, get your hands down. Let's go lay down."

The walk back to her towel was excruciating, knowing how she was displayed. As soon as she got to her towel, Gretchen flopped down on her belly as quick as she could, but Petra made her roll over and spread her legs again. This time Gretchen covered her head with a towel. She just didn't want to see who was looking at her displayed like this. In her mind, she imagined the guys leering at her, the girls looking at her like she was a wanton slut, maybe the rangers coming up and arresting her. The thoughts led to darker fantasies and she was soon much more aroused that a person should be on a public beach.

"Let's go get a bite," Petra broke her reverie. Gretchen looked down, and her suit was no longer see-through, although it had dried conforming to her body. She got up and the two of them walked up the beach a ways to where there were some buildings and concession stand. As they stepped off the beach, Petra pulled on her cover-up, making Gretchen feel even more exposed. As they stood in line, Gretchen could feel all the eyes on her, although thankfully Petra carried most of the conversation, distracting her a bit from her exposure. They ordered a couple slices of pizza, and went and sat on a low wall facing the buildings.. 

"Keep those knees apart," Petra instructed as they sat. Gretchen sat with her legs spread wide and facing the exit of the men's changing room. Basically every guy who came out stared openly at her crotch. She looked down frequently to make sure that she was still legally covered, but even with that, you could see the folds of her sex. 

After lunch, they went back to their towels, and soaked up the sun. Petra dragged Gretchen into the water again, and then made her do it two more times on her own. Each time the show she gave made her even hornier. The last time she came out of the water, Petra met her with all the stuff in her bag, and said they should go. It was after 4:00 by then, and the beach was emptying out, but the idea of walking to the car with the suit so see-through made her stomachs do flip flops. Gretchen hesitated, but Petra started off, not giving her any chance. She caught up, and they walked out to the parking lot. Gretchen saw many people do double, or even triple takes looking at her, and one woman even told her to cover up and called her a tramp.

By the time they got to the car, Gretchen was trembling. She climbed in, and smiled embarrassedly when Petra asked how she was doing. She was so overcome with emotion, it was hard to talk. Over fifty people had just seen her close enough to naked to not make any difference. Her heart and her pussy were throbbing, and she felt like every nerve in her body was buzzing. It was an intense experience. Petra got them out of the park and headed to the highway. She looked over at Gretchen and smiled.

"Hey, are you okay, you look a little freaked out."

"More like turned on. I can't believe I did that. All those people, it was so intense."

"Hey, we both know what you really need. Just go ahead and do it, I'll bet it makes some trucker's day."

Gretchen looked at her friend for a minute, stunned. She realized that she had masturbated in front of Petra every day for the last three days, but it really hit her as strange that it was becoming a normal thing. But the truth was that Gretchen was desperate, so with a smile she reclined her seat and slipped her hand down her bikini.

"No, make sure you give the truckers a show. Pull the bottoms down, and take off your top. Gretchen giggled a bit as she removed the top and pulled the bottoms to her knees. Soon she was going at it, breathing hard and writhing in the seat. She closed her eyes as she got closer to climax. She arched her back and diddled herself for all she was worth. Suddenly, she noticed that the road noises seemed louder than they had. She opened her eyes to see that Petra was driving right next to a truck, and the driver was watching her jill off. Just the thought of it pushed her over the edge. She actually screamed as powerful orgasm ripped through her. She slumped back in her seat, and Petra sped away from the trucker.

"That was mean," Gretchen panted once she recovered, "I thought you were kidding about the truckers."

"It seemed to be okay for you." Both girls started laughing hysterically as Gretchen got her swim suit on again..

Petra got off the highway and drove into a town about half way back to home. She pulled up to fast food place where you walked up to the window and then sat outside. 

"You should be able to stay in your bikini here," Petra explained. They got out of the car, and went to the window to order a couple burgers. Gretchen got a lot of stares and a few scornful looks, but no one asked her to leave. They sat at a bench and Gretchen kept her thighs spread wide without even a reminder from Petra. When they finished they headed back to Gretchen's place. Petra parked about a half a block away, and they walked together to her apartment. As luck would have it, they ran into Gretchen's neighbors, and the girl who had seen her before burst out laughing when she saw Gretchen's outfit. As they passed each other, Gretchen could hear her tell her friends about seeing Gretchen in a towel, and then driving naked. Gretchen blushed all the way to her toes. 

Petra came in, and they decided to download an old classic movie to watch. As Petra set up Gretchen's laptop, Gretchen got undressed. She decided that Petra had seen her naked enough lately, and she liked having a rule about being naked when she was home. She told Petra as much when Petra raised an eyebrow at her being naked. Petra smiled a knowing smile.

"There may be hope for you yet girl." They sat next to each other and watched the film, laughing and maybe even crying together. As Gretchen sat naked next to Petra, the laptop across both their laps, her thigh touching Petra's, she pondered how weird this was, but also how nice. It felt somehow liberating to be acting on her secret fantasies.

After the movie was over Petra hooked up her camera to the laptop, and downloaded a couple photos. "I snapped a couple when your head was covered. I thought you might want to post them," she explained. They chatted for a while, and then Petra announced that she'd better get going. As she got to the door, Gretchen gave her a big hug. It felt different, having her whole naked body touching Petra's clothed one. Different, but nice. 

"Thanks for a great day," she said, and she kissed Petra on the cheek. Petra got a funny look on her face, said that she had had a nice time as well, and left. Gretchen wandered around her apartment for a bit, not sure what to do. She decided to post one of the photos, picking one that most clearly displayed her body. After that, she laid in bed, and with the lights on and the blinds open worked herself to another orgasm before drifting off.



The Vanilla Test - Day 07



The weather changed overnight and it was cool and rainy Sunday morning. Gretchen slept in before spending a lazy morning puttering around her apartment. Petra called her and said she would be by in the early afternoon to pick her up. Gretchen took a shower, making sure to shave any stubble that had grown around her pussy, and got dressed to run some errands. When she got back, she made sure to strip again, made herself a salad, and then surfed a bit waiting for Petra. About 2:30 the doorbell rang, and Gretchen buzzed Petra up. She grinned at Gretchen when she saw that Gretchen was naked. 

"Still not dressed? Let's go, we've got things to do, people for you to flash."

Gretchen laughed nervously, but pulled on panties, jeans, bra, and a t-shirt. As she got her shoes on Petra looked in her closet. She came out with a 3/4 length raincoat, saying that it was raining out. They went downstairs and ran through the rain to Petra's car. As they drove across town, Gretchen asked what they were doing. Petra told her not to worry, but that Gretchen needed to strip down and only wear the raincoat.

"You weren't kidding about the flashing, were you -- I'm gonna be like some guy in a trench coat," Gretchen laughed. Petra just smiled mysteriously. Gretchen dutifully peeled off her clothes, and wrapped the raincoat around her. The fabric felt rough on her bare breasts, and she felt her nipples harden. Soon Petra pulled into the parking garage of the Museum of Art. Gretchen had not been here in ages. It wasn't a big one like Chicago or New York, but it did lend some culture to the city, and as she remembered, it had some decent stuff. 

They got out of the car and started walking to the museum. Gretchen was instantly excited just from the walk. The feeling of the wind blowing up on her recently shaved sex was incredibly intense, and the feeling of the raincoat liner on her nipples kept them hard and sensitive. They got into the museum, and Petra showed a member's card to get them both in. Gretchen had no idea that Petra was a member. One more hidden side to Petra. The museum was quiet, and they often had a gallery to themselves as they walked. 

In the third gallery they entered, Petra stopped and stared at a painting of a nude woman. She whispered in Gretchen's ear. "Wait until we're alone here, and then go stand next to that painting and flash me." Petra pulled a camera out of her purse and they waited about 30 seconds, and the room was empty. Gretchen walked to stand next to the painting, turned to face Petra, and opened the coat, flashing her boobs and pussy. Petra snapped off a couple pictures, smiling at Gretchen. In the next gallery it was a still life of flowers that Petra wanted in the picture. She told Gretchen to spread her legs wide for that photo. The next time Gretchen stayed facing the wall and lifted her coat over her waist and thrust her butt out as she looked over her shoulder back at the camera. All the posing and sexiness was turning her on, and the poses got increasingly dirty. She squatted down with her knees spread wide showing her sex. She cupped her breasts, holding them out to the camera. She bent over and used her hands to spread her butt cheeks. She was flushed red, and knew she was gushing wet from all the excitement. The anticipation of waiting for the room to empty, of finding a room with no security, made it all the more exciting. There were a couple of times where people might have caught them, but other than some funny looks, no one said anything to them.

They found a room with a nude statue in it, and Petra said it would be great for her to have the same pose. Gretchen was very nervous about leaving her coat with Petra. What if someone walked in? It would take a long time to get back and get her coat on. After a lot of discussion, Petra talked her into it. They waited until the room was empty and Gretchen peeled off her coat, handed it to Petra, walked to the statue, and assumed the same pose. Petra had snapped of two or three photos when a man in a security uniform came into the gallery. Gretchen was horrified. She ran to Petra to get her coat, but the guy had clearly seen everything.

"Excuse me ladies, I'm sorry, but you can't do this here," the guard explained, "this is a family museum." Thankfully, he didn't seem angry. He was a young guy, maybe college age, and he seemed uncomfortable that he was having to ask them to stop. Petra immediately launched in to a totally bogus story about being an art student, and that she was doing this as an art project. Nudes with nudes, that kind of a thing. The guard listened to Petra, but he kept staring at Gretchen. Eyeing her cleavage, or looking over her bare legs. He clearly was conflicted, part of him needing to do his job, part of him interested in seeing more of a naked Gretchen . After Petra went on for a while about how important this project was to her, he seemed to crack. 

"I'll tell you what," he said, "I think it's a cool project. Maybe I can help you out. I can go to each gallery, make sure there isn't another guard there, and watch out for people coming. I don't mind you doing it, but if people see you I could get fired, so you need to only go when I say. Okay?"

"Oh thank you Tyler!" Petra gushed, getting his name from his nametag, "that would be so awesome." Gretchen smiled at him shyly, which made him smile back awkwardly. He was kind of cute in a nerdy kind of way, Gretchen thought to herself. 

They quickly worked out a pattern. Petra and Tyler would walk into a room and talk about where the best place for Gretchen to be naked, they would wait until the room was empty, and Gretchen would go pose for the photo. Often Petra would have Gretchen take her coat completely off, and the first time that happened, Tyler offered to hold it. That meant that Gretchen had to walk over to him completely naked to get it back. From then on, Tyler became her coat holder on every shot.

Petra continued to put her in lewd poses. The worst was when she had Gretchen pose on all fours on a bench looking back at the camera, her knees wide apart and showing pretty much everything to the camera, and to Tyler. Between poses, he started to chat her up, and Gretchen flirted with him, enjoying the attention, and feeling very sexy. He asked if she was model full time, which made her laugh, and she explained she was just doing this for Petra's project. He told that she was beautiful, and that she should consider modeling more. Gretchen told him he was sweet.

After a dozen more pictures or so, Petra announced they were done. She said goodbye to Tyler, and Gretchen reached up and gave him a hug, making him blush. They had walked 20 feet or so when he asked them to wait.

"Hey Gretchen, would you ah... could I get your number? Maybe we could go to lunch or something, sometime," he stumbled out awkwardly.

"Yeah, I guess," Gretchen smiled, figuring what the hell, "although just so you know I don't dress like this normally." He blushed beet red, but they exchanged numbers and then Gretchen and Petra left. They got back to the car, and Petra drove them out of the garage.

"You seemed to enjoy Tyler's attention," Petra commented, "will you go out with him if he calls?" 

"He was kinda cute," Gretchen answered distractedly, still coming off her high from being exposed, "I probably will. Usually I don't get naked in front of a guy before the first date, but hey... it's a crazy week."

"So what are we doing now?" Gretchen asked after a long pause.

"We're done, I'll take you home," Petra said curtly.

"That's it?" Gretchen couldn't hide her disappointment. 

"Hey I would have thought giving Tyler that show would have been enough for one day." Gretchen realized that Petra was actually annoyed with her. Was she jealous? Had Petra been interested in Tyler? Gretchen figured she did that often to Petra, attracting all the attention. But hell, in this case, Petra had made Gretchen get naked in front of the guy, what did she expect? Gretchen wasn't sure what to say, so she just stared at her hands. 

After another long pause, she thought she'd change the subject. "So, what are we doing tomorrow?"

Petra didn't answer for a while, clearly struggling to express herself. Finally she started, "look, why don't we call this whole thing off? You've proved your point. You're definitely not vanilla, you don't need to do anything to prove yourself to me." She sounded sad as she said it.

Although Gretchen would have thought she would be relieved to get out of the full ten, she was actually disappointed. "No," she blurted out, "you can't do that, I need you." Gretchen winced inside, knowing she was being more honest than was maybe wise, but she really did not want this to stop.

"Need me?" Petra asked quietly, almost like she wanted it to be true, but didn't quite believe it. "Why?"

Gretchen took a deep breath. "I've discovered a new side of me this last week, and I really like it. But I can't do it without someone pushing me. I need you to make me do some of this stuff I would just never do it on my own. Friday night I thought I'd order a pizza and answer the door naked, but I just couldn't do it. I wanted to, but without you I chickened out."

"Maybe you should just get Tyler to do it," Petra said, a little cattily.

"Him? He's cute, but come on, he's a kid. And he doesn't know me like you do. There's no one else who would do this for me. Please. Pleeeze?" Gretchen couldn't believe she was begging for this, but she didn't want it to end.

Petra smiled, and seemed to feel better. "Okay, okay, I'll do it," she rolled her eyes in an exaggerated way. "We're doing a big release tomorrow, so I've got to go work tonight, and I'll be working until late tomorrow. How about we catch a late movie?" 

They agreed to meet up late Monday evening, and Petra dropped Gretchen off at her place. Gretchen gave her a hug, glad they had gotten through whatever was bugging Petra. She got out and was almost to her front door when she realized that she was still just in the raincoat and had forgot her clothes. Petra had driven off, so it was too late to get them today. 

Gretchen went up to her apartment and spent the evening hanging around naked. She often found herself at her computer watching the videos of herself. She kept going back to the one of her masturbating after she had shaved her pubic hair, where she had her finger in her rear. The whole thing was just so perverted, and the girl in the video seemed so animal, so sexual, it was hard to believe it was Gretchen. She found herself copying the pose again, and bringing herself off. What was she turning into?



The Vanilla Test - Day 08



Gretchen stood at her dresser, staring at her underwear drawer. She couldn't believe that it had taken her this long to figure it out, but as she looked at her drawer she discovered she was very low on bras. For seven days in a row Petra had made her take off her underwear, and then kept it. While Gretchen still had underwear left, she was getting low on bras, at least on ones she liked to wear to work. She ended up selecting lacy demi-cup that was really only for hot dates, but it would be okay underneath the white blouse and grey skirt she planned on wearing. She picked out the panties that matched it and set them by her pile of clothes. She finished getting ready for work while still naked, getting dressed at the last minute. 

The day seemed to drag on forever. Work, exercise, errands, it was all just killing time waiting for going to the movies with Petra, and see what she would make Gretchen do next. When she got home, she stripped naked, made herself some dinner and spent some time surfing. She was amazed by the comments guys had made about her postings. Most were extremely complementary, many asked for more, and more explicit poses. She laughed; it didn't seem to matter what you showed a guy, they would always come up with something more they want to see. 

Finally, it was time to go meet Petra. She put back on the outfit she had worn to work and drove to the multiplex. Petra was already there, and had bought tickets to some period drama that had been out for a few weeks. It wouldn't have been Gretchen's first pick, but she hadn't seen it yet, so it was probably okay. They entered the theater, handed in their tickets and found their way to where the movie would be. They climbed the steps up to the very back row, where Petra picked out some seats. There were only about 5 other people in the theater.

"So, I have this little problem," Gretchen confided as they sat down, "I'm running out of underwear. You keep stealing it."

"Really? Out of underwear? Me, stealing?" Petra was grinning. "Well, maybe you should stop wearing it." 

"Oh ha ha," Gretchen said sarcastically, "like I'm going to start going to work without underwear. Really, I need it back."

"Tell you what, you get to ten days, and we'll talk about how you get your underwear back." Petra didn't leave any room for arguing, so Gretchen let it slide. That was only two days, and she figured she could make it. They continued their girl talk until the movie started up. The previews had just finished and the opening credits were rolling when Petra leaned over to Gretchen.

"Unbutton your blouse," Petra whispered in her ear. Gretchen's heart started to race. She thought something like this might be coming. There were now a dozen other people in the theater. No one was near them and they were all facing away from her, but all they would have to do is turn around to see her. She found the idea frightening and fascinating at the same time. Slowly she reached up and undid the first couple buttons on her blouse, letting her lacy bra peek out.

"Unbutton it all the way," Petra urged. Slowly, because her hands weren't working so well, Gretchen undid all the buttons and untucked the blouse, fully exposing her lace covered breasts. Gretchen looked down and in the light from the screen her nipples were clearly visible as bumps in the flimsy fabric. "Nice bra," Petra whispered, "very sexy" They both giggled. 

Gretchen sat like that for a while, until it started to feel normal, like she always opened her top at movie theaters. She knew that Petra would not let it stop there. "Give me you skirt," was the next command. Gretchen's mind raced at what she was going to do. The blouse was one thing. If she saw anyone turning she could just close it up. While no one would be able to see that she didn't have a skirt on, what if something happened, like a fire alarm? How would she explain only having panties from the waist down?

She laughed at herself, since she had never in her life been at a theater that had a fire. She knew she was just delaying the inevitable. She skootched forward, reached back, and undid the clasp and zipper of the skirt. Lifting her rear, she slid the skirt over her bare legs and off, before handing it to Petra. Petra set it on the seat on the other side of her. 

"Hmmm, the panties are sexy too," Petra grinned as she whispered. Gretchen could feel herself getting flushed as she sat there with her underwear in plain view, lit by the silvery glow of the movie screen. After a short while Petra leaned over again. "You don't really need the blouse on do you, why don't you let me hold it." Gretchen was almost trembling as she slowly worked the white blouse down her tanned arms, and then handed it to Petra. She knew that this was beyond crazy. The stunts in the park and the photos at the museum had been crazy, but other than Petra and Tyler, no one had actually seen her. This was closer to her walk back from the beach with the transparent bikini, and she had almost fainted when she did that. She still had her underwear on, but she knew that Petra wouldn't let that last. She started clenching and releasing her thighs, trying to satisfy her arousal.

"I think you should give me the bra too," Petra whispered to her shortly. So this was it, she would be topless in a movie theater, with no way to hide if people turned around. Slowly she slid the straps down and off her arms, letting the cups fall away, almost exposing her nipples. She sat that way for over a minute trying to work up her courage. Finally, Petra leaned over and whispered again.

"Do it, remember I'm making you do this, you are not allowed to stop." 

Somehow, those words pushed Gretchen over the edge, and gave her what she needed to finish. She slid the bra down off her breasts and onto her firm belly, she spun it around to unclasp it, and handed it to Petra, who put it with her other clothes. Gretchen was almost in a total panic. She was topless, and all her clothes were two seats away. If anything happened, there would be no way to explain this. At least in the art museum Petra had her "nudes with nudes" story. What would the story be now? It was insane. Her thighs were opening and closing rapidly now.

Finally, Petra asked her for her last piece of clothing. Slowly Gretchen peeled her panties down her thighs and handed them over. The feeling of her bare bottom on the seat gave her goose pimples. Her nipples were so hard they hurt, and although she didn't dare touch her crotch, she could see that she was swollen and wet. The feelings were exquisite.

She hadn't really been watching the movie, but looking at it now, she figured that there was less than 20 minutes left in the film. She started to get worried about when Petra would let her get dressed. If the lights came up, people would see her for sure, and would probably get in real trouble. Just the thought of it made her thighs open and close faster. Petra leaned over again.

"I know you want to. Go ahead," was all she said. One part of Gretchen rebelled at the thought, but Petra was right, she really wanted to. And she didn't have a lot of time to get it done, so she'd better get started. Her hand drifted down between her legs and along her bare sex. She closed her eyes and thought about how she must look. Naked, skin glowing in the light from the screen, hand moving quickly over her crotch, it was pushing all of her buttons. She lifted her feet up and put them on the seat in front of her, spreading her legs wide, and she really started to go at it. Her head was back, and her hips were thrusting into her hand. 

Suddenly she reached out with her free hand and grabbed Petra's. Petra seemed surprised, but she returned the grasp. Gretchen just felt the need for human contact as she pushed herself over the edge. She squeezed her friend's hand hard, and felt Petra squeeze it back as the orgasm washed over her. And boy, was it a good one. Her whole body trembled and tensed as she snapped her thighs together and squeezed her crotch. She kept holding Petra's hands tight as the climax receded. 

Once she had recovered, she looked at the screen and saw that the movie was wrapping up. She let go of Petra's hand, and asked for her clothes back. Petra whispered not yet. Soon Gretchen was pleading with her, but she didn't want to make very much noise, or people would look back. Finally, Petra reached over, grabbed Gretchen's bra and panties, and them put them in her purse! Gretchen was getting seriously worried now, that she was going to be caught. Petra gave her a grin, and stood up and left. The noise of her standing made a couple people turn around, causing Gretchen to duck quickly out of view. By the time she looked up, Petra was leaving the theater, and her skirt and blouse were several seats away. She scurried over, grabbed her blouse, and put it on without bothering to button it. She looked up and saw the end credits start to roll. The lights would come up any second. She grabbed her skirt, sat down, lifted both legs and pulled the skirt over her feet. The lights came up just as she lifted her butt to get the skirt up. People began to stand up, and a few looked back at her as she held her blouse together.

How was she going to get out of here? Neither her blouse nor skirt were fastened, and she couldn't very well fasten them with people standing around. She waited, hoping everyone would leave and she could fix her skirt and button her blouse, but before the room was empty, the cleaning staff came in. She swore under breath, and decided to make a break for it. Using one arm to hold the blouse closed over her chest, and another hand behind her holding her skirt together, she stood up and hurried out of the theater. The clean up people looked at her, but none of them said anything to her. As she walked in the hall, several people stared at her, and she saw Petra laughing. She ignored everything and rushed to the bathroom and into a stall. Once safely inside she managed to fix her skirt, and then button up her blouse. Several women gave her knowing looks as she came out of the stall, making her even more embarrassed. She went to find Petra.

"I can't believe you did that," she hissed, "I could have been caught!"

"Yeah, but you enjoyed it, didn't you?" 

Gretchen knew she couldn't really deny it, so she just complained about the risk. Actually, now that she knew she was okay, it was seeming funny to her too, and she started to laugh with Petra. They decided to walk across the parking lot to a restaurant with a bar, and get a drink before calling it a night. As they walked up, Petra asked her to stop.

"I just want to fix your top, " she said, and she reached up and undid the top button on Gretchen's blouse. Gretchen was too shocked to move as her friend undid three buttons on her blouse. Gretchen looked around to see if anyone was watching. Petra pulled the blouse open a bit, showing enough of Gretchen's chest so that everyone would know she was braless. Her hands brushed against Gretchen's breasts slightly as she did this, causing Gretchen's nipples to harden and her pussy to throb slightly. Petra turned and walked to the bar, leaving Gretchen flustered and breathless.

Once they got inside, they sat at the bar and each had a glass of wine. The bartender was very attentive, enjoying the view he got down Gretchen's blouse, but Gretchen basically ignored him. She didn't want a repeat of the whole Tyler experience. The two girls talked for a while and Petra let Gretchen know that she didn't have a lot of time on Tuesday, but that she had a plan for them after dinner. Then she let Gretchen know that Wednesday night would be the big night. It would be ten days, and Petra said they should go out clubbing that night in celebration of Gretchen passing all ten tests. Part of Gretchen was excited that she had passed the test, but part of her was worried what would happen when it was over. So much had changed in the last week, she didn't know how she could go back. 

They set up a time for Petra to pick up Gretchen the next day, paid their bill, and went back to their cars. At Petra's car they said good bye, and Gretchen hugged her friend. She told Petra how intense the night had been, and thanked her shyly. Petra hugged her back, and as she was letting go her hand drifted down Gretchen's back and across her butt. The sensation made Gretchen jump a little, and Petra pulled away. For a few awkward seconds neither of them knew what to say, until Petra just said goodbye, and jumped in her car.

Gretchen walked back to her car, enjoying the night breezes on her cleavage and blowing up her skirt along her shaved sex. She just felt so sexy, she loved the feeling. She pulled her skirt up as she drove home and absently played with her kitty the whole way there. Once in her apartment she stripped again, and went to bed dreaming about what would come next.



The Vanilla Test - Day 09



Gretchen decided to wear a sports bra under her work clothes on Tuesday. Petra had once again stolen her underwear last night, and so Gretchen's drawer was getting empty. If she lost this one, she would have to either wear a really old bra she didn't like, or go braless at work. The idea of not wearing underwear around her colleagues was both embarrassing and exciting. At least that decision could wait one more day. 

Gretchen got dressed at the last minute, drove to work, and spent the whole day waiting for it to end. Once she left, she ran some errands, and went home. As was normal now, she stripped as soon as she entered her apartment. She ate a little dinner while surfing on her laptop and waited for Petra. A little before 7:00, Petra rang her doorbell and came up. Petra smiled when she saw that Gretchen was naked. 

"Perfect outfit there babe, it'll make this easier. Let's get you ready," Petra started right in. Gretchen was concerned about Petra's comments, but she followed her into the bedroom. "Okay, you need to find a tight fitting T shirt, and I know you have an old pair of cut-offs." Gretchen dug out navy blue T shirt that she had gotten for free and was definitely a size too small, and found the pair of cut-offs . She started to get her sports bra to put it on when Petra waved her off. She told Gretchen to just put on the T-shirt for now. Once the T shirt was on, Petra pulled a magic marker out of her bag, and stepped close to Gretchen. Gretchen's nipples stood out as bumps on the fabric, and Petra gently pinched the left one as she brought the marker up to it. The sensation made Gretchen gasp, but then she settled down as a Petra marked the T shirt to show where the nipple was. Petra repeated the process on Gretchen's right breast, although it seemed to Gretchen that Petra kept her hands on Gretchen's breast longer than was strictly necessary. 

Petra asked her to take the shirt off again and left with the shirt and shorts. She went to the bathroom, saying she would be right back. Petra stood naked in her bedroom, wondering what would happen next. Finally, Petra came out, and told Gretchen to put the shorts and T-shirt on.

"What should I wear for underwear," Gretchen asked hopefully.

"Oh no, not tonight. No bra, no panties, it just wouldn't work."

Gretchen worried about the cut-offs with no underwear, but she knew better than to argue with Petra at this point. She pulled on the T-shirt, and laughed a little as she looked down. Petra had cut two small holes, just barely bigger than her nipples right on the marks she had made. Petra helped rearrange Gretchen's boobs so the nipples poked out into the open. Gretchen looked at the cutoffs, and realized what the gimmick was. The crotch had been cut away from just below the fly to about about where her anus would be. If she wore this outfit out she might look like she was dressed, but it wouldn't cover her nipples or her kitty. It was impossible, and she said as much.

"I can't wear this, it doesn't hide anything, I'll get arrested," Gretchen protested.

"Just get it on vanilla girl, I'll show you how to wear it once it's on."

Gretchen pulled the shorts on. It felt weird without a crotch, but they went on okay. She looked down at her crotch, and standing up it was hard to tell that anything was wrong with the shorts. She had to squat to really see the effect. Gretchen had cut them off originally leaving a 3 inch inseam or so. Petra had removed a patch of fabric that was probably almost two inches at the widest. The opening went just from the beginning of her vagina down to just past her butthole. But when she stood back up it was hard to tell there was anything amiss.

"So here's what you do. If anyone's looking at you, you cover your boobs with your arms and you clench your legs together. No one will know a thing." Petra was grinning from ear to ear. Gretchen was not so sure that no one would notice.

"You have a twisted mind Petra. Very twisted. So where are we going?"

"Thank you," Petra smiled, "Let's get in my car and we'll find out!"

Gretchen walked downstairs very carefully, holding her arm across her breasts to cover her nipples. She hurried out and got in the passenger seat of Petra's car. As soon as they started driving, Petra told her to move her hands.

"Drop your hands and spread your legs wide. I want to make sure that if anyone looks they get the full show."

Gretchen dropped her arms, and spread her thighs wide. She looked down, first at her hard nipples, and then down to her shaved lips peeking out the hole in the shorts. If a car passed quickly, she would look completely dressed, but if anyone slowed to take a closer look, they would see everything. Just the thought of it made Gretchen squirm in her seat. 

Petra drove to a newer mall in town, one that was all outside. More like a set of Main Streets rather than an indoor shopping center. She found a parking spot, and they got out. It had been a hot summer day, and the place was fairly busy with people enjoying the slightly cooler evening and the way the daylight stretched late into the evening. Gretchen wished it would get dark sooner to hide her outfit. She kept one arm across her breasts, and walked slowly, trying to make sure that she didn't show too much. She thought that maybe a couple guys noticed, but she couldn't be sure. A group of young girls walked by, and when they passed her they all started laughing, so she was pretty sure one of them had seen that her shorts didn't have a crotch.

Petra led her to a quiet spot and got out her camera. She told Gretchen to drop her arm and stand with her feet apart. She snapped a couple photos with Gretchen showing everything, and people walking in the background. They walked some more, and then Petra said she wanted some pictures of Gretchen by a fountain. Gretchen sat on the edge of the fountain, keeping her thighs tight together. She was terrified that someone would see, but Petra kept egging her on. Petra told her to watch for when it was safe, and then she should open her legs, and Petra would snap the picture. It took several minutes of waiting, but soon there was no one behind Petra, so Gretchen lowered her arm and spread her legs. Gretchen snapped two pictures, grinning wickedly. Gretchen started to get into it, and even lowered her hand to spread her sex for the photo. She saw someone right after that, and slammed her legs together, giggling loudly. She and Petra rushed out of there, both of them laughing.

They spent the next half hour walking around taking pictures. As time went on they took more and more risks. There were pictures of Gretchen pinching her nipples, of her playing with herself, and even one where she worked a finger inside herself. They got pictures of her alone, pictures of her with people beside her, and then even a couple with her sitting on benches next to people who had no idea. The whole thing turned Gretchen on beyond belief, and she was flushed from all the excitement. 

"Let's get a drink before we head home," Petra suggested after a while. Gretchen was not certain about this, but Petra pulled her into a bar, and grabbed a high-top near the window. At least it wasn't at the bar, so it was a little easier to hide. Petra bought them each a glass of wine and they chatted as they drank it. Occasionally Petra would dare Gretchen to open her legs up as she sat on the high stool, but she always let her close them again before too long. Gretchen was pretty sure no one saw her bare pussy, but it still made her extremely aroused. When their glasses of wine were gone, Petra announced it was time to go. 

"Why don't you go to the bar and pay the bill?" Petra asked like it would be no big deal.

Gretchen wanted to argue, but decided it would be pointless. She managed to fish out her credit card one handed, and went to the bar to pay. When the card and slip came back, the slip was curled up in a roll; there was no way she could sign it one handed. Gretchen bit her lip, and just went for it. She used one hand to hold the slip, the other to sign it, and exposed her nipples for anyone to see.

"Thank you," she said quickly as she pushed the slip back to the bartender.

"You're wel -- ohmygod... your shirt," the bartender sputtered as he finally noticed her nipples. Gretchen just smiled at him and shrugged her shoulders as she turned around and walked out.

Petra had a new task for her as she came out of the bar. She told Gretchen to keep her arms at her sides, and walk normally back to the car. It was hard for her, but Gretchen managed to put her arms down, and leave her nipples exposed. It was dark now, so the way her crotch was exposed wasn't likely to get noticed, but the cutouts over her breasts were pretty obvious. At first no one seemed to notice, but soon they passed a group of young women, one of whom gasped and then started pointing Gretchen out to her friends. They were all laughing as Petra and Gretchen passed them. Gretchen was humiliated, but like normal, that just made her even more aroused. 

When they got to the car, Petra snapped a few more photos of Gretchen, a couple of her squatting, fully exposed at the side of the car, and one of her bent over the hood of the car, reaching back and opening the hole in the shorts. The whole thing seemed incredibly perverted to Gretchen, but it left her turned on beyond all reason. Once they climbed in the car and started driving home she didn't even wait for Petra's encouragement, she just started to give herself some relief. Petra looked surprised, but then just smiled as her friend masturbated in the car. As she got close, Gretchen found herself reaching out and grabbing Petra's hand again, and she squeezed it tight as she climaxed.

Gretchen had managed to catch her breath when Petra pulled up in front of her place. They said there good-byes, and confirmed that Petra would come over the next night for them to go out clubbing. Petra seemed genuinely excited that Gretchen was almost ready to pass the test.

"One more night, and I won't be able to call you vanilla girl," she grinned.

"Like anything I've done lately could be called vanilla," Gretchen complained good-naturedly. "So will it really be over after tomorrow?" She was clearly concerned about the possibility.

"Well, we'll have to see how it goes tomorrow, then we can talk about it, OK?" 

Gretchen reached over and hugged Petra. Petra reached around to hug Gretchen back, brushing her hand against one of Gretchen's exposed nipples. Gretchen shuddered at the stimulation. She held the hug for a bit longer, and then broke it off and went inside. She stripped naked as she entered her apartment, and got ready for bed. She played with herself lazily as she drifted off, wondering what Petra had in store for her.



The Vanilla Test - Day 10



Since Gretchen had not actually lost any underwear on Tuesday, she had a bra to wear to work today. She followed her normal routine of staying naked as long as she could before heading to work. After work she went to exercise, ran errands, went home and puttered. Around 8:00 she started to get ready go out. Petra had mentioned something about her outfit, so Gretchen didn't bother picking anything out to wear, she just stayed naked and did her makeup and hair.

When Petra showed up she rang the bell and Gretchen buzzed her up. Gretchen let her in, and her jaw dropped. She just stared at her friend. There was just no other way to put it, Petra looked beautiful. She had on a little black dress that left her tanned shoulders bare. The bust of the dress created a respectable amount of cleavage, and the skirt stopped about mid-thigh, showing off her legs. Her hair was styled, and she was wearing makeup. She had even left her glasses off for the evening.

Petra was a fox.

"Oh my God! You look so hot tonight," Gretchen almost shrieked. Petra smiled shyly at the compliment.

"Well, it's a celebration, isn't it?" She twirled as Gretchen cheered and whistled. "So, now for your outfit. Can you get that polo dress you bought?" 

Gretchen went and got the dress they had bought back in her shopping adventure. Petra told her to put it on, along with a pair of heels. Gretchen asked about underwear, but Petra just laughed. Gretchen put on the dress and the shoes, and then started to select a belt to keep the hem from riding up.

"Oh no, just the dress tonight." Petra laughed.

With that, Petra dragged her out the door and they headed into town. First, they went to a bar that had a large outdoor beer garden and headed to the bar. Petra ordered two shots, and they slammed them quickly. Gretchen was so nervous she could barely think. Anyone who looked her could tell she had nothing on under the tiny dress. That combined with Petra looking so good, they were getting a lot of attention. Petra wrapped her arm around Gretchen as they walked out into the beer garden. The place was pretty crowded, and Petra talked into Gretchen's ear as she steered her through the crowd.

"Okay, so here's the final test. It's the Full Monte tonight. We're going to get pictures of you flashing your boobs with ten different groups of people."

"But if I lift the dress to show my boobs, I'll ... show everything."

"Oh really?" Petra grinned,"I hadn't thought of that. Oh well, I guess that's what you'll have to do."

"But if I just go up to people and ask to pose naked with them, I'll get thrown out of here," Gretchen was getting close to panicking. 

"Well, maybe we will, but it's pretty crowded out here and there aren't many staff, so I'll bet we can get 10 photos. Excuse me," Petra had led her up to a group of young couples and started talking, "my friend here is trying to break into the internet, and she's trying to get on a site where they have naked girls with a bunch of people doing normal things. Could she sit with you for just a second without her dress, and I'll take her picture?" 

The women in the group looked very suspicious, although the guys all just leered at Gretchen. When the women started to object, Petra started selling them on how their faces would have to be blurred, and it was all just good clean fun. One of the women started laughing, and Gretchen could tell she found the whole thing interesting. Soon Gretchen was sitting between her and another woman, pulling her dress up to her neck, and smiling as Petra took some pictures. 

"Smile, okay all of you get in closer. Great. Smile. That's perfect." Petra snapped off three pictures.

Petra pulled Gretchen away from that group right as she got her dress down, and walked her through the crowd. Petra put her arm around Gretchen, and let her hand slide down until it was cupping her ass. Gretchen looked over at her friend and thought again how pretty she looked tonight. And at this point, Gretchen was so turned on from having been naked in front of a bunch of strangers that she didn't care that it was Petra's hand on her butt, she was just glad for the contact. 

The next group Petra selected were a bunch of guys who looked like they had escaped the office and just hadn't made it home after happy hour. They were more than happy to pose with Gretchen. Soon she was sitting in between two of them, pulling her dress up again.

"That's great, now you two guys reach in and lift up her boobs. Yeah that's it, lift them up just a little, and now squeeze 'em a bit. Pefect." A guy on each side of her now had a breast in his hand, and one of them was brushing his thumb on her nipple. Gretchen could hardly hear anything over her heat beating. She was sure that her bald kitty was running like a faucet now, and everyone could see it as she sat with her dress around her neck.

Petra pulled her away from those guys and moved her along. This time her hand went under Gretchen's dress, lifting it back up a bit as she rested her hand on Gretchen's bare butt cheek. Gretchen just didn't care anymore as Petra selected another group. The photo sessions started to become a blur, as they moved around the beer garden. Soon it was just a big group around them; they had heard what she was doing, so Petra hardly needed to do much to find volunteers. Petra had her sit between some guys, putting one leg over the knee on the guy to the right, and the other over the knee of the guy to the left, opening her legs wide and letting everyone see how turned on she was. Between each shoot Petra would touch her, putting her hands in more and more intimate places. Sometimes she would help Gretchen get her dress back down, brushing her fingers across her nipples. Other times she would cup her hand on Gretchen's bare butt cheek as they walked. One time Petra was helping Gretchen pull up her dress, and Petra's fingers brushed her friend's slit. The feeling of Petra's finger bumping on Gretchen's clit was so intense it made her knees buckle. The whole thing had Gretchen absolutely delirious, she could barely stand. In the next few shots she got groped more and more often, mostly by guys, but Petra even got a girl to squeeze her boobs. Gretchen was scared that she might orgasm at any moment.

Suddenly there were two serious guys there, and even her eroticized state Gretchen could tell they didn't want her picture. They were bouncers, asking the girls to leave. Petra agreed immediately, and she put her hand on Gretchen's butt and guided her quickly out of the bar. Gretchen started to come down a little as they cleared the bar, but she was still incredibly aroused.

"Well we only got nine groups, so one to go vanilla girl. Wait, let's ask these girls," Petra had spotted three girls who were walking up to the bar. As she talked to them, one of them started laughing and asked if Petra was joking. 

"Hey Gretchen, this time just give me the dress." Gretchen was horrified at the way Petra asked for her dress like she would just take it off in public all the time, but it thrilled her too. Slowly, she reached down, grabbed the hem, and pulled it off, leaving her completely naked on the street. The girls started laughing and Petra talked them into posing with Gretchen. Soon they were standing around her, with their hands wandering all over her as Petra directed them to grab her breasts for the picture. One of the girls even flashed one of her tits for the photo too. Petra gave Gretchen her dress back, said goodbye to the girls, and they started to walk to Petra's car.

"That's it, you did it," Petra said excitedly, "you are officially non-vanilla!" She hugged Gretchen, and then planted a kiss right on Gretchen's lips. Gretchen was surprised for a second, but she relaxed, and she even felt Petra suck on her lower lip as the kiss broke off.

"Let's go dancing!" Petra got her in the car and they headed for another club. As they drove, Petra's hand rested on Gretchen's thigh when she didn't need it for driving. Each time it left her leg, it came back to a higher spot on her thigh. Gretchen wasn't sure where this was going to lead, but she was enjoying the ride. 

They got to a trendy dance club, and since they were two hot looking single girls, they got in right away. Petra led Gretchen down to the dance floor. As they danced together, Petra started doing things to get Gretchen to expose herself a little. She would hold her arms up in the while dancing, getting Gretchen to do the same, stretching the dress across her breasts. A couple times Petra squatted down, and when she came back up she ran her hands up Gretchen's thighs, pushing her dress up. She even got Gretchen to squat a couple times, which must have showed her shaved kitty to anyone who had looked. Petra would also dance behind her, then reach around her, bringing her arms up to brush against Gretchen's breasts. While they didn't do anything strictly illegal, their dancing was very erotic, and Gretchen was back close to her earlier highs.

The next dance was a slow dance, and Gretchen thought they would leave the floor. Petra surprised her by grabbing her and pulling her close. Gretchen stomach was all butterflies as she looked into the eyes of her long time friend. This was definitely going into uncharted territory, and Gretchen wasn't sure where it would come out. She felt Petra's hands slide down and cup both her ass cheeks as they slow danced, and Petra told her how impressed she was by what Gretchen had done over the last ten days, and how hot it made Petra. Soon Petra had her dress hiked up above her hips, and was massaging her bare ass right on the dance floor. Gretchen was vaguely aware that people were watching them, but all she could do is look into Petra's dark brown eyes. Suddenly Petra twirled her, and then was behind her, hugging her whole body close to Gretchen's backside. Petra's hands continued to roam all over her friend's body, exposing more and more. The dress was soon up around Gretchen's neck, and although she realized that people at the club could see everything, she just didn't care. Petra pinched Gretchen's exposed nipples, and ran her hands down between Gretchen's legs, exploring her kitty. Petra's fingers slid back and forth along Gretchen's wet and swollen silt, and slowly circled her clit. Gretchen moaned and ground her ass back against her friend's hips. Soon Gretchen felt Petra push the dress up, and she helped her pull the dress over her head and off one arm. The dress now hung just around Gretchen's left forearm.

Petra grabbed Gretchen's left breast firmly, pinching the nipple hard as she nibbled on Gretchen's ear from behind. She kept whispering about how hot this was. Petra's right hand went back down between Gretchen's legs and this time she slipped a finger inside of Gretchen. Soon Gretchen was gyrating her hips as Petra finger fucked her in front of the crowd. Gretchen spun around to hug Petra, and Petra slid a second finger inside as Gretchen started to grind her pelvis onto Petra's hand. Petra used her free hand to grab Gretchen's nipple, and used it to pull them close together. Petra managed to work a third finger into Gretchen's pussy, leaving her thumb pressing on Gretchen's sensitive clit. Gretchen humped her friend's hand for everything she was worth, not caring that she was stark naked on the dance floor, or who was watching her. Soon Gretchen was close to cummng, and her legs were trembling trying to hold herself up. She closed her eyes tight and held Petra for all she was worth. 

When the orgasm came, it was unbelievable. Gretchen bucked each time it rushed through her. It felt like it was bouncing up and down her body again, and again. It felt like it was never going to stop as she shook from the force of it, as Petra continued to slide her fingers in and out of Gretchen's pussy. Finally, she calmed down enough to lift her head, and look into Petra's smiling eyes.

There was no time for tender moments though, as a group of bouncers surrounded them. Gretchen had to struggle to get her dress back on, as the bouncers physically guided them out of the club. The bouncers made it very clear that they were not to come back to the club any time soon, or maybe ever, and then pushed them unceremoniously out a side door.

Gretchen was still feeling weak and she had to lean against a wall and catch her breath.

"That was... un-freaking-believable," she gasped out.

"Yeah," Petra giggled, "That was pretty out there. No way a vanilla girl would do that."

Gretchen laughed. It all seemed so absurd now. She had started this because Petra had teased her and made her mad. Now her best friend from third grade had stripped her in nightclub and fingered her to what may have been the most intense orgasm of her life. It was all crazy. Why had she done all this? Why had Petra?

Suddenly a gear shifted in Gretchen's head, and she saw things completely differently. Petra. It was really all Petra. Petra, who had always been there for her, since her first fourth-grade crush. Petra, who never seemed interested in boys . Petra, who had guided Gretchen through this discovery of her own sexuality. Petra, who had been jealous when Gretchen had flirted with Tyler, but not because she was interested in Tyler. Petra, who had dressed up just for Gretchen tonight. Petra, with whom Gretchen had just had some of the most intense sex of her life. Suddenly everything was clear. 

"Petra," Gretchen stood up straight, screwed up her courage, and blurted out, "I love you!"

Petra looked at her and Gretchen could see the emotions wash across her face. Hope, replaced by skepticism, and then all covered with a sweet smile that Gretchen knew was hiding Petra's real feelings. "Oh girlfriend, I love you too." The words were sweet, but they were said as you would always say to at friend you love.

Gretchen really couldn't blame her, it had been so many years. She had missed so many clues and hints, why would Petra believe she understood now? Gretchen thought for a second, and she knew what to do. She reached down, pulled her dress over her head and off, and threw it out into the street. Completely naked she stepped close to Petra and looked her in the eyes.

"No... I'm in love. I'm in love with you," she said softly. Petra looked at her, and she blinked rapidly as her eyes started to glisten.

"Well... it's about time."

Then they kissed. And held each other tight.

THE END (for now...)