Published:
September 8, 2024
Sündige Studentinnen
Sommer, Sonne, nackte Leiber! Eine Freundin fragte mich, ob es unter meinen Werken keinen besonderen Fetisch gibt und meinte damit tatsächlich Exhibitionismus. Das brachte mich auf die Idee für dieses Buch. Nach einigen verworfenen Anfängen kam ich dann darauf, zwei junge Studentinnen mit dieser Aufgabe zu betrauen.
Laut dem deutschen Gesetz ist es allerdings ausschließlich Männern verboten, sich hüllenlos zu zeigen. Frauen werden darin nicht einmal erwähnt, wobei es natürlich den Männern gefallen dürfte, unbedeckte junge hübsche Frauen in der Stadt zu sehen. In diesem Buch entdecken die beiden Studentinnen Leonie und Victoria die Lust daran und leben es mit Unterstützung einer weiteren Freundin bei ihrem Studium aus.
Chapter 1
It all began quite innocently. Summer had already sent us its first hints, and as the days passed, it kept getting warmer. For me and my friends, this was once again the best time of the year. We loved summer and the hot weather. Especially because we usually spent our free time at the cool gravel lakes in the region. There were several of them on the side arms of the Rhine, and over the years, the most beautiful spots for us had crystallized out. The clear water attracted many students during the sunny months. Occasionally there were even some barbecue parties, which although not very appreciated by the police, they tolerated.
My best friend Victoria and I had actually planned to go shopping on this Saturday. However, the temperature was already climbing to almost thirty degrees that morning. It was simply too hot for our plan, and my best friend called me to suggest a last-minute change in plans.
"Hello Leo," greeted me my friend, "let's postpone the shopping trip and instead go to the gravel lake. It's already too hot outside and no cloud is shading the sky."
Actually, that suited me fine. With this heat, walking through the windless streets of our hometown with her and also carrying a few purchases around was not exactly pleasant. Lying lazily by the lake and feeling the warm sun on my skin was clearly more fun.
"Good idea, Vickie. Where should we meet later?" I asked.
For a few seconds there was silence in the line before she suggested, "We'll meet at the church and then ride together to the 'Mariensee' with our bikes. The others are at the lower pond and I don't want to lie on the lake with the whole school."
"I don't need the entire school either. I'm still working on my bikini figure," I laughed.
Victoria laughed along. She knew that I didn't really have to work on my figure. If you saw me, you could already think of underweight. I had grown up tall at 173 cm but weighed less than 50 kilograms. Victoria sometimes teased me that I should be glad not to have big ears, otherwise they would have to tie me down in strong winds so I wouldn't fly away. She, on the other hand, was eight centimeters shorter than me, but weighed ten kilograms more. Still, she didn't have to work on her bikini figure either.
When we went out together, she also always pushed her dessert towards me so that I could get a few more calories. However, this did not help at all. Somehow I could eat as much and whatever I wanted, but it didn't stick on me. For Victoria, however, it was different. She gained weight just by seeing chocolate and therefore exercised significantly more than me. We had known each other since kindergarten and had become a unit during the years in primary school. Our parents sometimes compared us to geese that could sit together every day.
Before the agreed meeting point, I put on my pink bikini at home and simply slipped into a short skirt and a T-shirt. There was enough space left in my backpack for a blanket, two large towels, sun protection and of course my wallet. So prepared, I mounted my bicycle and rode calmly to the church. The whole streets were almost empty. It was too hot and they all hid in their houses. Only a few small children ran around in the gardens and splashed into the small round inflatable child pools.
Victoria was waiting with her bike at the church for me and beamed from ear to ear when I finally rounded the last corner. She had really dressed up and wore a deep-cut light blue dress over her shiny white bikini. All she needed were a few earrings to go to a party. Only her shoes didn't quite fit her. As always, she wore her worn gray sneakers. She called them her lucky shoes because with them she had experienced almost as much as with me together. I stopped right next to her and couldn't even get off my bike before she already embraced me in her arms.
After the cheerful greeting, we slowly set off towards the Mariensee, which was a few kilometers away from our hometown. Unlike before, Victoria immediately increased speed after the first meters. For her, the few kilometers to the lake were nothing more than a training track to burn a few extra calories. I had to strain myself a lot to keep up with her. With a slight complaint, I tried to slow my friend down a bit. In this heat, you didn't have to push yourself so much to do sports. Sweat was flowing in streams.
"Do you maybe want to go a little slower, Vickie?" I panted next to her. "I just feel too hot and you're pedaling like a madwoman!"
Victoria showed me her radiant smile and said only, "When we get to the lake, we can cool down in the water right away. Until then, we'll just sweat a little, Leo."
A few kilometers away from our home, adjacent to a small forest, the sparkling water was already enticing from afar. On the last few hundred meters, Victoria suddenly increased her pace even more. I couldn't follow her anymore and within fewer seconds she was many meters ahead of me. All I noticed was that a lot of people were spending this Saturday at the lake. I didn't know the road could be so full on such a day. On both sides, there were countless cars parked closely together and from the shore of the lake, thousands of voices reached my ears.
My friend had already dismounted her bike and was looking for a free tree to tie our bikes to. A little later I reached it completely out of breath and put my bike next to hers. Victoria took over tying them up and gave me a few seconds to catch my breath. She was clearly much better at training than me. Together we made our way to the shore and found our friends there at their usual spot. We unfolded the blanket, laid it on the grass, and stepped out of our clothes. The water of the lake wasn't really warm yet this early in the year.
At a shallow place, we both waded slowly into the cool water and squealed like little girls when the cold soup barely reached our ankles. Victoria was one step ahead and I looked at the bow of her bikini top. The loose ends hung down her tanned back and something about it seemed to exert a magical attraction on me. I couldn't really resist this urge for long. Out of a wild impulse, it simply came over me and I grabbed one of the ribbons. Only a short pull was needed to undo the knot.
Victoria screamed like on a spit, slapped her hands on the fleeing piece of fabric and threw herself forward into the water. A few meters from the shore, I saw her contortions in trying to close the top again. I immediately set off towards my best friend to help her fix the knot again. However, Victoria angrily barked at me, "Get lost! Get out of here, Leo!"
Only then did I realize what I had just done and how much it annoyed her. I stammered an excuse that didn't really convince Victoria, who simply ignored it. With the top securely fastened again, she swam a little out onto the lake, made a few small circles before coming back to me on the shore. There she marched past me ignoring me from the water and lay down on our blanket. She didn't even look at me as I slinked over to our blanket like a beaten dog and sat down next to her with another apology. Victoria didn't react at all. It was very uncomfortable for me that I had put her in this situation.
About half an hour of complete silence passed between us. The bell of the ice cream truck, which came around in the afternoon to sell its ice cream, gave me another opportunity to bring some order back into our relationship. I immediately jumped up, grabbed my wallet and called out as I ran away, "I'll get us some ice cream!"
This wasn't anything particularly special. We were provided with enough pocket money by our parents and it was usual between us that one of us brought the other an ice cream. This time I needed this gesture to ease my guilty conscience. Naturally, I had messed up badly with the action in the lake and a particularly large ice cream for Victoria should make things right again. With a face like eight weeks of rain, she took the ice cream. At least we were best friends, even though my action was maximally condemnable.
"Vickie, I really am sorry that I pulled on the ribbon," I tried another apology. "Of course you can take revenge on me whenever you're not angry anymore."
"Had already long ago," Victoria grinned at me slyly, "only your stupid top had such a damned fastening that I couldn't open it without you finding out right away. That wouldn't work, so I gave up."
She continued licking her ice cream and could no longer hold back her annoyed expression. I looked into her eyes and asked puzzled, "You tried it already?"
"Tried not, Leo," said Victoria, "I just stared at the fastening and saw that I couldn't open it without you knowing what I was up to a long time before! That wouldn't have worked, so I gave up."
Since I wanted to keep my word towards her and also had to grant her the possibility, I said, "I could take out my old bikini from the closet again. It's only tied and you can pull on the bow anytime. However, it's a bit smaller and is tight."
"Agreed," Victoria agreed, "but you won't wear any other one all summer. I'll surprise you when you least expect it."
We sealed our agreement as usual between best friends with a handshake. A little later we dared to go into the water for the second time. However, Victoria insisted that this time I should walk ahead of her. She didn't want to see the piece of fabric disappear over her breasts again because both ends of the ribbons exerted such a magical attraction on me. Swimming side by side, we made a round through the lake before heading back. When we arrived at our blanket with cheerful mood, our friend Samira joined us.
She was the third in the group. The friendship wasn't as intense between her and me as between Victoria and me, but she simply belonged to it. This had something to do with Samira's parents' house. Her parents just weren't able to provide her with much pocket money. Therefore, she usually couldn't keep up with us. Nevertheless, she was on friendly terms with Victoria. Samira was settling in, taking off her clothes and lying down in the bright sunlight. Then she asked, "When I came earlier, it was said that there was thick air between you two and I should be careful, but you look like always."
"Nonsense," I contradicted. "Vickie meant my new bikini didn't suit me and with the old one I could attract more guys."
My best friend just gave me a quick slap and I was sure she understood why I told this nonsense. Our long-standing friendship had also survived this gross mistake. Samira took it not too seriously and confirmed my lie by pointing out that my old bikini flattered my figure much more with its ribbons. Of course, you could impress the guys in our age more with a closer-fitting swimsuit. However, I didn't actually need it and had no intention of doing so.
Of course, the guys had become more interesting, but why should we tie one to our leg? Victoria and I managed perfectly well without guys. If there was ever a need for definite activities, you could change that within a few hours. Moreover, we had the free choice and weren't limited to the guys from our school. Most of them we already knew long enough and due to the hormones they had repeatedly positioned themselves in the margins over the past years. We really didn't want anything more to do with most of them. So Victoria and I couldn't have needed it at all. Samira also always held back.
However, that was because of her preferences. She simply couldn't do anything with guys. She found them neither interesting nor in any way visually attractive. Female curves were much better for her, but neither Victoria nor I fell into her hunting scheme, which didn't cause any problems. We just understood each other very well and romantic feelings never stood in our way. On this day too, we spent many relaxed hours at the lake together. When it was already getting dark, we set off back home with most of the people.
We decided to sleep in on Sunday and meet again at the lake under this warm weather. Upon arriving home, I took off my bikini and hung it up to dry in my room. For that, I searched in my closet for the old bikini and laid it out for the next day already. Victoria noticed with a smile the next day that I had kept my promise. Nevertheless, I was actually prepared all day long that my top would somehow become independent on its own, and I just waited for it. However, it didn't come to that.
Vickie never even thought about taking revenge. For Samira, however, it only looked as if I wanted to attract some guys with my old bikini, which was never in my intention. It was already almost obvious that the older bikini especially highlighted my upper parts because it was really too tight. Samira took a closer look and expressed her assessment. The old bikini seemed to her like an attempt to wrest suitors from a woman in the horizontal trade. Although the small pieces of fabric covered my nipples, they were no longer able to support them in any way.
Vickie brought up the term "tits press sausage," which she thought was more than enough to attract guys to me. They just didn't dare to approach me because we were lying together with the three of us on a blanket. Samira claimed it would be due to her and her sexual orientation. It was rather because we were a clearly too large group, and the guys no longer dared to get rejected. That would have been hard for their ego, so they gave up trying to make signals. They simply didn't want to embarrass themselves in front of the other two.
Chapter 2
The Monday was set in the sign of our shopping trip. The weather wasn't so bright anymore and the temperature dropped to a pleasant 26 degrees. Samira couldn't accompany us. Although we had successfully left school behind, she had to go to work to afford her tuition fees. For that, she worked as a waiter in a dark tavern. Victoria and I, on the other hand, could relax. Our parents gladly covered these fees for us, giving us enough time to enjoy the rest of our usual surroundings. After that came a move to university.
For our agreed meeting, I wanted to go out only with a mini skirt and the top of my bikini. At the door, though, I ran into my mother, who looked at me in surprise and asked, "Why are you wearing the top of the old bikini, Leo? Is the other one already broken after two days at the lake?"
Before I could think up a plausible excuse, my brother Manuel, who had just come out of the kitchen with a hot pizza, said, "In the old one, her tits look better. Probably she just wants to lure some guys again so that the hobby killer gets stopped."
I better left my brother's statement unremarked. For that, my mother took over, "Manuel! You're a damned pig! Leo is doing what every young woman does for her first experiences. Unlike you, she has at least one or two successes to show. The girls of the right age don't even look at you with their butts and if they do, they flee from your vulgar expression. The only thing you've managed so far is spending your life in front of a screen."
For the one or two successes my mother called it, I better said nothing. She had only seen two guys that I had been with for a few weeks and who had ended up in my bed. But that wasn't a problem for her. From all the others I had just bought for a night, she didn't know anything and I didn't want to change that. Probably she could already put it together herself, but unlike Manuel there was more to me than sexual topics. For him somehow nothing else existed except his computer and such a comical game over the internet.
I set off towards Victoria, who smiled widely when I stood at her door. "You really want to go through with it," she laughed at me, "and since we don't want to go to the lake, you're not limiting it just to the beach!"
With a mixture of anticipation and admiration for my courage, my best friend disappeared once again into her room and exchanged the top and bra for her bikini top. Then she grabbed her tiny handbag, put her phone in it and pulled me by the hand to the bus stop. Our destination was the city with well-sorted boutiques and somewhat exclusive shops. In our small village there was only a discount store that brought nearly junk into the world. For us, this wasn't even considered clothing. Previously we used such products as cleaning rags for our children's bikes.
We enjoyed the ride in the air-conditioned bus, which safely and almost punctually brought us to our destination. Victoria told me what she had planned to buy. She wanted some outlandish outfits for our university so that we would be recognizable on campus as daughters of rich parents. Not only Victoria was currently a daughter of a profession. We had received our own credit cards and were allowed to spend a certain amount per month. What we bought from it didn't matter to our parents. Important was only that we were doing well and didn't exceed the allocated credit limit.
At the end of the month, we still had more than enough money left, which we could safely spend. Unfortunately, though, we couldn't find anything useful in the first three shops at all. Either we already had most of it in our closet, which you couldn't use as a special outfit, or the colors and cuts were so out of fashion that they would rather arrest us as serious criminals. We had completely wasted the first two hours of our shopping trip and absolutely found nothing. Annoyed, we decided to drink something cold in a café before visiting the next shops.
At the market square we stood at a pedestrian traffic light and waited for the green signal. Around us were many visitors of the shopping street and I chatted with my best friend about our upcoming university. The traffic light turned green and as soon as we had reached the middle of the intersection, I felt a brief touch on my back. At this moment, the top of my bikini came off and my tits hung freely. As soon as I noticed my missing piece of fabric, Victoria called out next to me, "That's what you deserve, you slut! Never get involved with my boyfriend again!"
Immediately all eyes turned to us and fixed on my luscious nipples. While Victoria simply continued walking as if absolutely nothing had happened, I knelt down, covered my shame with my arms and tried then to fasten my top again. To my great disadvantage, this wasn't exactly easy and I couldn't manage it. The only thing left for me was a quick flight forward and I ran with swaying tits into a nearby, not visible alley. There I crouched in a house corner and wanted to reorganize everything when Victoria suddenly appeared behind me and retied my ribbons.
"That was hot," she cheered excitedly, without the slightest trace of remorse and in her face I saw the incredible joy that this action had brought her.
"I almost wet myself," I confessed to her and there was no kind of anger at all, although she had exposed me in front of the whole city. Rather it was something else that annoyed me. Between my legs tingled and I felt how my fluids accumulated.
"I think I got wet," I confessed Victoria and she hugged me.
"Did you get hot?" she whispered to me questioningly. "At least I did when you did it to me at the lake."
"Serioulsy?" I asked cautiously and Victoria confirmed this question with a clear, "Oh yes, my love. I really had to swim a few laps to calm myself down."
After my breasts were safely stored again, we set off for the next ice cream shop. However, we didn't take a place in the outdoor area, but moved into the farthest corner of the dining area. The people in the city shouldn't absolutely have to witness what our confidential conversation was about. Uninhibited and without holding anything back, we discussed our feelings and emotions in the respective situations. In this conversation, we opened an as yet sealed door which both magically attracted us. The situations of nakedness had captured us and Victoria and I were almost immediately agreed to further expand these experiences.
In this conversation, we made a pact with each other. We were both always entitled to publicly expose the friend, where we kept it like ice cream in summer. Whoever fell behind had to catch up and start the next action. So it went back and forth. However, the goal of our city trip changed. We started with the idea of buying clothes for university so that we would be recognized immediately as daughters of rich parents. This changed to clothing that allowed the other to bring them into these situations with a single move.
The tops and upper parts should either be easily open in front or be able to be pushed up over the tits without problems. Skirts should be kept short and also be completely openable with a single movement. We wanted to completely do without bras from now on and limited our panties to strings with a tiny triangle between the legs. We sealed our agreement once again with a handshake and promised to keep it secret from our friends. Victoria paid the bill and we set off to the next boutique with nice bikinis in stock.
After a long search, I found a new bikini for myself with a matching top that was only held together by some delicate threads. In addition, I discovered, in the back corner of the store, sparkling strings with the smallest triangles of fabric I had ever seen. Five of them landed immediately in my shopping basket. Victoria also found something for herself and showed me a complete micro bikini. It consisted almost entirely of threads. Only over the nipples and lips there was an almost invisible piece of fabric. But even Victoria had seen the tiny strings and grabbed them.
We paid for our purchase and left the store with hardly filled carrying bags. We wanted to definitely go to a special store that we had visited several times before. There were always very interesting mini skirts at not too high prices. In addition, they were only closed on the side by a press stud strip. They fit into our mutually agreed profile and therefore we wanted to take a closer look there. Our way to this store led again into the city center and as if it was the devil's will, we had to stop again at a traffic light.
In my dull head a great idea formed. While we stood, I asked Victoria to hold my bag so that I could remove a stone from my shoe. So I fumbled with my shoe and when the traffic light turned green, my friend ran off. As she reached the middle, I ran past her and purposefully grabbed the waist of her short skirt, which I pulled down to her knees and continued my sprint. On the other side I hurried between two parked cars and looked for my friend. I had not only caught her skirt with my grab but also pulled down her underwear.
She dropped the bags in panic and pulled the panties back into place before she could pull up the skirt again. The waiting car drivers gave up on Victoria. They had a wonderful view of her completely shaved slit and enjoyed this spectacle even longer. The mainly male passersby showered her with whistles and didn't hold back on suggestive remarks. She picked up the bags and continued her way to the other side of the street.
Between the cars she spotted me grinning broadly and hissed, "You're a cruel witch, Leo!"
I could only laugh loudly and replied to her, "You owe me now, Vickie, and I can't wait!"
Only then did Victoria realize that I had challenged her and it was now up to her to publicly expose me. This mutually agreed game had completely slipped her mind during our shopping trip. Her grudge was immediately gone and she stretched out her hand to help me get up again. She hugged me and whispered in my ear, "You won't believe it, Leo. My damned pussy is so wet from your action that I could smuggle fish."
I could imagine this very well. It would have been the same with me after I had unintentionally presented my shaved love cave to half the city. For me, up to this point, only the tits and alone that was enough to make me a running tanker. But Victoria wanted to prove it to me in that moment as well. She pulled her skirt slightly forward, put her hand between her legs, and showed me her transparent mucus. I would have believed it without proof, but Vicki had something else in mind.
She spread her lust juice on her neck and announced with a wink, "That's 'Pure Exhibitionism', the new exciting fragrance from 'Victoria's Secret'!"
"Not quite as 'secret' anymore, my dear Vickie. You've just shown your jewelry box to half the city," I laughed cheerfully.
In best mood, we continued our shopping trip through the city and shared this little secret. In the store we wanted to visit before my action, there were many stylish mini skirts with a press stud strip on the side. Victoria and I went through the entire stock like in a buying frenzy. Very many stylish skirts and special tops ended up in our shopping basket. We carried the whole catch once through the city in our carrying bags and then waited at the bus stop for our transport home. We were still very excited from our experiences and gawked all the time.
At Victoria's house, we did a little private fashion show and tried on our new purchases one after another. So we could remember a bit what we would certainly need for our actions. We had properly grabbed during our shopping trip and Victoria's eyes began to shine already when she saw my new skirts. You could clearly see that a simple tug was enough to open the press stud strip. A short pull at the waist was enough and the skirts would disappear. Then the tiny panties, which almost revealed everything.
Just the thought of it made our fluids flow. For her, the dark spot in the small triangle in the crotch was clearly visible. But also for me this betraying sign became even bigger. Before I could set off home with my bags, I had to dry myself first. Victoria hesitated a bit and said I should just run home like that. This made it only worse. However, I had to strictly refuse. In our village everyone knew everyone and we didn't want to spread our agreement among all the residents.
I really had to stuff my panties quite thickly with toilet paper before I set off home with my purchases. Fortunately, I didn't run into my mother. Only my foolish brother noticed my arrival and managed actually to detach himself from his screen for a few minutes. He recognized nothing unusual and just wanted to annoy me again. He assumed that I had a friend in tow with whom I wanted to spend the night. However, he only saw the bags from our shopping trip and complained about my already well-filled closet.