"Oh, what a relief to be inside where it's cool!" Crysta exclaimed as she set down her stuff on her bed. It was a hot day, evidently, as Crysta's minidress was soaked with sweat, and had become transparent. She calls it a minidress, anyway. It looked to Donna more like a T-shirt, which barely covered her pussy under the best of conditions. Now, with it stuck to her hot, sweaty body, it barely covered her belly button, much less any part of her love anatomy.

Donna looked up from her studies. She was wearing only one item of clothing, her favorite pair of panties. They were sheer, but not tight-fitting, so it was hard to see her vertical smile, which was the one part of her body she considered very private. The gently curled ends of her beautiful brown hair were gently caressing her nipples. "Did you have a good day?" She put aside her book, and patted the bed for Crysta to sit down. She tossed her hair behind her back, and sat up straight. Crysta marveled at Donna's excellent posture.

"I'll tell you all about it," Crysta said. "But first, let me change into something a little more comfortable." She took off the dress, and then bent over her dresser, looking for a T-shirt long enough to cover her modestly. Donna smiled at Crysta's choice to put her favorite clothes in her bottom drawer, and fought the temptation to tease Crysta by stroking her crack from the small of her back, down her fully visible asshole, and into her vagina. She would save that for later on tonight. (The girls had a pact that required the teasing victim to stand still and take it like a -- well, like a woman -- no matter where they are, or who is watching. It's more fun to wait until it's excruciatingly embarrassing to be teased, Donna thought.) Finally, Crysta found a loose-fitting T-shirt, and put it on.

Donna sighed when she saw it covered Crysta's pussy by a good inch or two. She patted the bed again. "Take a load off the floor." The girls hadn't seen each other all day, and Donna was aching for some closeness.

Crysta lifted her shirt, and sat down. She stroked Donna's flat belly, and Donna rested her hand in Crysta's lap. Donna was happy to feel Crysta's moistness. "Go easy on me, Donna," Crysta said. "I've had an exciting day."

"Tell me about it," Donna said, impatiently.

"I've been to the cheerleading tryouts. Most of the girls were returning from last year, but there were a few freshmen trying out for the last spot on the squad." Donna stroked Crysta's pussy, going easy as she asked. "And you know how the freshman cheerleading uniform is a bit different from the upperclassmen's?"

"No," Donna said, innocently.

"Well, let's just put it this way," Crysta said. "The freshmen have to earn their panties."

Donna sat up straight, and pretended to be shocked. She put her hands across her chest in mock indignation. "Mercy!" she said.

"It seems that Zoe wasn't aware of this subtle rule, so she showed up wearing panties."

"Did the coach make her take them off?"

"No, luckily, I ran into her first. She's in my chemistry class, so she started talking to me. She said she was a bit nervous about this cheerleading tryout because they didn't give her a complete uniform. She expected to find the matching bottoms, you know the ones?"

"Sure," Donna said, "The bottoms they wear under the short skirt, which are designed to be seen when the girls are doing their high kicks."

"Exactly. But Zoe lifted her skirt to show me she didn't have any of those, and asked me if her panties would be OK. She told me how desperately she wanted to get on the cheerleading squad, and so she wanted everything to be perfect!"

"It's a good thing you were there to help her," Donna said.

"You're not kidding! Can you imagine what a disaster it would have been if she tried out dressed that way? I told her she had to take off the panties right away before the coach saw her. But then it got worse." Crysta saw all this talk of panties was getting Donna a bit wet, so she started feeling around inside Donna's panties. To her delight, Donna not only made no move to stop her, but she leaned back on the bed, giving Crysta better access.

"What happened?"

"The coach started to come over over just as Zoe was starting to pull down her panties. Zoe was in total panic, and I was really worried for her." Crysta paused, and then said, "Here let me fix those for you." Donna's panties looked like they were a bit uncomfortable on her. Maybe they were a bit too tight or something. Crysta lowered the waist a bit, to let Donna's pussy breathe. Donna helped by lifting her butt off the bed, letting Crysta slide the back of her panties down.

Crysta continued her story. "I didn't know what to do. I stood between Zoe and the coach, and tried to distract the coach from looking at Zoe while she took off her panties. I pretended there were bees after me, and ran around ripping off my dress and screaming incoherently."

Donna busted out laughing. "You must have been quite a sight!"

Crysta laughed too. "I bet I was," she agreed.

Donna pictured her beautiful roommate, prancing about the field, naked, and felt a juicy burst of excitement between her legs. She prompted, "So then you found your dress, and put it on again?'

Crysta said, "I think you should take off your panties to hear the rest of this story."

"I'll pull them down partway." Donna was very protective of her panties. She lifted her gorgeous butt off the bed, and let Crysta pull them down to her knees.

Crysta began stroking Donna's pussy while she continued her story. "Yeah, I picked up my dress and I said sorry, and mumbled something about needing to increase my dosage. Then I saw Zoe's panties on the ground, and I was really happy that my diversion allowed her to take them off." Donna didn't seem to notice when Crysta lowered her panties to her ankles. Crysta picked them up and brought them to her nose. She loved Donna's fragrance, and she couldn't help noticing Donna's panties were a bit wet, too. Crysta continued, "I pretended they were mine, and put them on along with my dress." She acted out the story, putting on Donna's panties. She lowered her voice in a conspiratorial tone, and added, "They were a little damp. Zoe was starting to enjoy herself, it seemed."

Donna was too interested in Crysta's story to care that she was naked. Crysta stroked her roommate all over, and it felt good. Donna closed her eyes as Crysta continued, "So then the coach asked Zoe whether she was wearing her uniform, and then looked at her right in the eyes, and said just your uniform. Zoe smiled sweetly, and said yes. Then the coach asked Zoe to show her that she wasn't wearing a bra. What a relief it was for Zoe that she asked about her top. She was really afraid she would have to show her pussy, and she was really shy about that. So with a big smile, she lifted her top and showed the coach her firm tits. And then just as quickly, she put her shirt back down again, 'to keep the girls under wraps', she said."

Donna opened her eyes and asked, "So the coach was satisfied that Zoe was in uniform."

"It seemed that way," Crysta said. "The coach told Zoe to get up and do her routine. She was so relieved, she bounced on her tippy toes and started to get ready to start her routine. But then something horrible happened. The coach called her back to the bench, and said she forgot to finish checking Zoe's uniform. Zoe begged her not to check. Please trust me, she said, holding her dress against her pussy for dear life. The coach said 'what's the big deal, Zoe? It's not as if you're hiding anything, is it?'

"She thought Zoe was wearing panties?"

"Yes, she did. She started rubbing her hands together in anticipation of catching Zoe with her panties on, but I knew Zoe was OK. I whispered to her, Zoe, all you need to do is show the coach your pussy, and everything will be fine. But Zoe couldn't bring herself to do it."

"So what did the coach do, rip off her clothes or something?"

"No, Donna, it was worse than that." Crysta checked the clock. "Oh, my gosh. The ice cream store is closing in ten minutes. Will you walk with me, and I'll tell you on the way."

Donna tried to object. But I'm naked, I can't go to the ice cream store this way! she wanted to say. But, for some reason, she didn't say anything. A whole lot of thoughts were swimming around in her mind: Her pussy felt so warm and snug, even though she was naked, she didn't want to disturb that feeling by putting on any panties. She was enjoying the story so much she was on the verge of cumming. My panties barely cover anything anyway. They're semi-sheer, so anyone who looks hard enough can make out my pussy through the panties. So there isn't much difference between wearing just panties and being stark naked, so why bother? It was late, so there wouldn't be many people about. Finally, she thought, Oh, what the heck. She gave Crysta her hand. As soon as they left the room, Donna forgot all about being naked. She wanted to hear whether the coach got to look under Zoe's dress. "So what did the coach do when Zoe refused to lift her dress?"

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