Coming out of my shell
 

I just found this site and I have to say, you people have some amazing lives. I am F in my early 40's living in the Midwest of the USA. I found OCC while searching for strip poker stories one night when I was horny and my husband had gone to bed early.

My life is pretty tame compared to some of you, but over the past twenty years I have gone from being a total prude to discovering that I am a closet exhibitionist, at least sometimes I am, after I've had a few drinks.

I'm still figuring out my way around this site, and I started by posting a couple stories about my early days, when I was in my 20's and was trying to prove to myself that I wasn't the prude that everyone thought I was.

This is my first time ever writing them down, and I was surprised to find that I got super wet as I dug through my memories. It was almost as if I was reliving the events.

My husband doesn't know about my posting, although I may show him later. He did get a nice surprise last night when I attacked him and fucked his brains out. I was so horny from writing I couldn't help myself.

I didn't get married until a couple years ago, and the truth is, my husband is pretty conservative and I'm not sure if he would be turned on by the stories about my past or if he would totally freak out. Do any of the wives on this site have any advice for me?

Either way, now that I have discovered how incredibly turned on I get by reliving these stories, I'm going to try to remember as many as I can. Hopefully at some point I can tell him about my secret past, and hopefully he will be ok with it.

Shit, he just got home from the gym. Got to go now. Will try to post another story later today.

See ya later.

welcome among us.
tell us your stories. I'm sure you are "crusty"(hot) things to say :):p:p:p;)

Theater people
 

The liberal arts college I attended had a strong theater program, and since I had been in a few plays in high school, I decided to sign up for an elective class in theater. It was quite different from my high school experience where we did plays like Oklahoma and never did anything remotely controversial.

But college was very different, and we seemed to always pick scenes or short plays that were very racy, and covered topics that would have been scandalous in my high school. In my very first role, my character bragged to one of her friends that she gives great blowjobs. I had to practice a bunch before I could say it without cracking up or blushing. The funniest part was that at this point in my life, I had never actually given a blowjob, so this was a true test of my acting ability.

But the biggest surprise for me was how casual theater people were about getting changed in front of each other. At this point in my life, I would always turn my back or try to find a private space to change to the point where I don't think my sisters had even seen me naked. And no boy had ever seen me naked. I had let a couple feel my breasts, and my last boyfriend in high school had gotten under my bra, but always with my shirt still on. Like I said, I was a total prude.

So here I am a freshman in college, trying to fit in with my new theater friends and not look like the inexperienced prude that I actually was. We were in the theater workshop room picking out wardrobe for an upcoming class performance of a scene we had been working on. It would only be performed in our class, but we were trying to get all the details right for our characters.

I was flipping through a rack of clothes and found a dress I thought would be great for my character. I turned around to show one of my new friends (who was a Senior) what I had found and was shocked to see her standing there topless. I immediately apologized and turned away blushing. She said, "Jane, if you are going to be in theater, you are going to have to get used to seeing people naked, especially when we get to a real performance and have to do quick changes backstage."

I turned back around and realized that of the four girls in the room, I was the only one fully dressed. One was in her underwear, one was topless but wearing her jeans, and the other was only wearing panties. I tried not to look at any particular body parts, but couldn't help but check them out a bit.

I told myself that this was part of theater and part of the college experience and I had to get past my childish habit of hiding my body if I was going to fit in. So I took a deep breath and started to undress while trying to carry on a normal conversation. It was hard at first, my brain kept telling me to turn around, my eyes kept glancing at the exposed boobs, but somehow I managed to keep talking and giving feedback on the various outfits the other girls were holding up.

Then one of the girls pointed out that I couldn't wear the dress I had on with the bra I had on. It didn't look right, and was certainly not something my character would wear. I looked in the mirror and realized she was right. Moment of truth, could I actually do it?

I tried to act casual and peeled the dress straps off my shoulders and dropped the dress to my waist. I took another deep breath and reached back and un-clasped my bra, shrugged my shoulders and watched as my bra fell forward and off. It seems silly, since it was just me and a few girls all of whom were getting dressed and undressed every couple minutes, but it was a big deal to me.

Totally unconsciously, I brushed my hands over my boobs, as if I had sand or something on them. And when I touched my nipples it was like a pleasant electric shock that travelled straight down my stomach to my pussy.

I fought the desire to rush pulling the dress back up or to turn away, or do anything that showed how freaked out I was. I actually made myself count to 5 before pulling the straps back up and settling my boobs into place in the dress.

Everyone agreed that the dress looked much better and much more in character without a bra, and as I looked in the mirror I totally agreed. It was the first time I had ever worn something without a bra. Even at home or in my dorm room I would always wear a bra unless it was bed time and I was wearing flannel pajamas. I liked how it looked, and in truth I liked how it felt. The new me, can go braless at least with the right dress, I thought to myself.

I picked out a scarf and some shoes to go with the costume, and then it was time to change back into my street clothes. Feeling very brave, I slipped the dress off and now wearing only my panties, I took my time putting the dress back on the hangar and gathering up the shoes and scarf. I even walked over when one of the other girls asked my opinion on her dress, and managed to stand there topless and talk with her for 3-4 minutes as she turned around looking in the mirror, and then as she stripped off the dress and stood topless in her undies.

One of the other girls said, "Jane, you really need to wear some sexier panties. Your character would never wear those. Plus you can totally see the lines through that dress."

I looked down and realized that while they weren't granny panties, they weren't sexy at all. A quick look around the room confirmed that everyone else looked like they bought their panties at Victoria's Secret and mine looked like I had bought them at Sears. This was well before thongs became popular, but they all had really cute, sexy undies, and it was absolutely true that my character would too.

I made an excuse about being behind on laundry, and I would wear a better pair when we did the show. I didn't want to admit that all my panties were the same or worse than the pair I had on. I had some shopping to do.

Using the excuse of checking out my panties in the mirror, I turned a few times and really saw myself naked, or at least topless, for the first time as somebody else would see me. Don't get me wrong, I had obviously checked out my body in the mirror many times. Usually right after a shower. But that was all clinical, and mostly critical. This was just me seeing a reflection of a topless girl in a room with 3 other topless girls. It was nice, and for once in my life the voice that always said, your boobs are to small, your hips are too big, you have a zit on your butt - that voice was silent. Don't get me wrong, for women, that voice always comes back, but I discovered that it doesn't have to always be on.

I pulled on my jeans and then put my bra and shirt back on, feeling like a totally different person than the Jane who had walked into the theater room an hour ago. I also felt like I understood my character a little better.

A few days later, with a new pair of sexy silk panties on, I showed up at class on the day we were doing our performance. Only to discover that there was only one changing room for both the guys and girls to share....

Your stories have been great. I would love it if my wife told me stuff like that.

Dollie here............... I am much older than maybe all the women members. I was afraid of the comptuer but my husband showed me some pictures of sex acts and the stories. Our lives changed in a big way from being on this group. Now we both write stories of our lives before and now. He only joined to share our past while we still can remember and enjoy it.
I get so hot it's like really having sex with him and others.
Please tell your stories. Many women and men have dreams of things they'd like to try. My husband seemed to make his fantasies come true using me. I've been used but never abused and I've loved our lives together.
I was brought up to be an exhibitionist by my older brothers and my mom against my will. After I met my husband I let him keep using me to show others. It was fun and it still is. In time he has let other friends dres me up and expose me many places. Often it has been a shock but it's always been very exciting.

Howdy
 

Welcome to the site... like others here, my wife and I are both Exhibitionist to various degrees.

Usually a few drinks helps, but I'm used to be being nude in situations where its safe, even if most others are not nude... same with my wife.

Hi Jane

Welcome to OCC:)

We need more fellow female contributors so I sure hope you're able to embrace and enjoy your exhibitionist streak and share your experiences with us, with pics too if possible !

Why not take a look through my pics and stories for ideas...I'm afraid I am an addicted exhibitionist and a very naughty girl :cool::D

xx

Thanks and WOW
 

Thanks for the encouragement Honeys Poppet. I took your suggestion and looked at some of your pictures and read some of your stories. You are amazing! Most of my stories are from years ago, and I have become very tame in recent years, especially because my husband is so conservative. But the truth is that thinking about the past and especially writing the stories down has made me non-stop horny for three days straight.

I may have to let my old self out again.

Would your hubby be upset at whatever it takes to make you ravage him afterwards? :)

"thinking about the past and especially writing the stories down has made me non-stop horny for three days straight.

I may have to let my old self out again."


Do it Jane, do it:D

xx

Dollie....................... Do it Jane, do it. Run Jane run. See Jane flash!

Theater people part 2
 

In my previous story, I told you about picking out my costume for the performance, discovering that I could actually carry on a conversation while topless in a room full of girls, and how I needed to purchase some sexier underwear. That's where this chapter picks up.

I took a bus into town and walked around until I found a store that had what I was looking for. By today's standards, their selection of panties wasn't particularly racy, but compared to what I had in my underwear drawer they were positively scandalous.

I tried to get into my character's head and imagine what the girl "who gave great blowjobs" would wear, and I found that it was much easier than trying to pick out new undies for myself.

With five new pair of panties in the bag, I made the trip back to campus. I was actually nervous that I would run into someone I knew and that they would ask me what I had in the bag. It cracks me up, how much the old me was still very much in control of my emotions.

When I got back to my dorm room, I locked the door and proceeded to try on each pair and model them in front of the mirror. Then it occurred to me that I should really simulate the actual changing room setting. So I double checked to make sure the door was locked (a little OCD?), stripped naked and tried on each pair while imagining myself making casual conversation with the other girls while wearing nothing but these new sexy panties.

I barely recognized the girl in the mirror. Damn, I looked sexy standing there topless in my new panties.

I tried on each pair at least twice more trying to decide which ones my character would wear. They were all full in back, thongs weren't really popular yet, but some were skimpier than others, and one of them was very sheer in front and I could easily see my pubic hair in the mirror (shaving/waxing wasn't popular yet either). I remembered that one of the other girls had worn panties that were sheer in front although not quite as sheer as mine. But I was convinced that the sheer ones were exactly what my blowjob loving character would wear.

Fast forward to the day of the performance. I had been wearing my new undies every day since I bought them, but had intentionally saved the sheer ones. In fact, I didn't even put them on after my shower that morning, instead I made a detour to my dorm before I headed to the theater building and slipped them on so they would be "extra fresh."

As I walked across campus I could feel butterflies in my stomach, not about the performance, but about the fact that I was going to be topless in a few minutes and showing off my new panties to the girls. I knew they would notice, and I was pretty sure they would approve of my choice.

I assumed we would be changing in the same wardrobe room as before, but when I got there one of the girls informed me that it was in use and we had been assigned a storage room to use for getting changed. I didn't give it a thought as the two of us walked down the hall chatting about whatever. When we got to the storage room, there was a sign taped to the door that simply said "dressing room". What it didn't say was "Girls dressing room", but I didn't notice. So now you know what's coming next...

We walked into the room and discovered that we were the last to arrive. The other girls who had done the costume picking with me were there as were a couple other girls, but the thing that caught my attention were the three boys who were also in the room, one of whom was only wearing a pair of plaid boxer shorts. My heart skipped a beat, and I almost screamed at the boys to get out.

But nobody else seemed to even notice the boys and I realized that the mood in the room was exactly the same as it had been when we were picking out costumes. Everyone was just doing their thing, carrying on conversations, getting dressed or undressed or putting on makeup as if it was totally normal to be doing this in a room full of people. And as I learned, to theater people, this is just totally normal.

In fact the first girl that I had seen topless when we were picking out costumes was actually carrying on an animated discussion with another girl and one of the guys, and she was topless. She didn't seem to be in the middle of changing or anything, she was just talking with her friends with her tits hanging out. I was blown away by her confidence. But she did have really nice tits, and I'm sure that helped.

I started looking around for someplace to put down my bag and get changed, ideally in a dark corner somewhere far away from the boys. (Remember, at this point in my life no boy had ever seen me in anything less than a one-piece bathing suit.) But there were no dark corners, and given the size of the room, there was no way to be far away from anybody.

I reminded myself that (at least for the moment) I was a theater person too, and that I was obviously the only one who was freaking out right now. And since some of the other girls were also topless, and had much larger boobs than I did, maybe the boys wouldn't even look at me. This all took place in my head in the first ten seconds after walking into the room, and with my mind racing with all these thoughts, I had somehow managed to completely forget about the sheer panties I was wearing.

I was pretty certain that one of the guys in the room, who's name was Gabe, was gay, so I decided that the safest place for me to undress would be next to him. He and I had never talked about his orientation, but he was flamboyant and loud and his voice and mannerisms were stereotypically gay. In fact, Gabe ended up becoming my first gay friend.

I dropped my bag on the floor, and as casually as I could (considering my heart rate was probably 150) started unbuttoning my blouse. I was immediately drawn into a conversation with Gabe and listening to him expound about something that he had done that day, calmed me down quite a bit. I glanced around a little before pulling my blouse off, but nobody except for Gabe was even looking my way.

I started to unbutton my jeans, and that's when I remembered which pair of panties I had chosen. As brave as I thought I had become, I was not ready to show off my sheer undies to the room, and I actually debated running to the bathroom, and seeing if I could wait for them to leave so I could get changed alone.

But we only had around ten minutes before class, and I had to get dressed and put on some eye makeup to make myself look sl*ttier than I did at the moment. The thought that went through my head was, "The show must go on!" and that actually got me moving again.

I had frozen in place with my jeans unbuttoned, and decided to see if I could quickly get dressed without anybody noticing my see through panties. That meant the bra needed to be the next to go. I quickly glanced around and nobody was looking so I reached behind my back, undid the clasp and dropped my bra onto my bag on the floor.

"Oh my God Jane, I love your boobies," shouted Gabe.

I couldn't believe this was happening. I had stood next to Gabe precisely because I thought that a gay guy wouldn't want to see a naked girl, but I had totally underestimated his flamboyance and his need to comment on everything. Every person in the room instantly turned at the sound of Gabe's announcement and they were all now looking at me as I stood there topless and blushing furiously. The girls turned back to whatever they were doing, but I could see that both of the guys were definitely taking a good look. I did that brushing sand off my boobs move again, and my nips were tight and sensitive.

Gabe for his part kept talking about how my boobies were just right for my size (I'm pretty short) and how he prefers perky boobs to big ones that droop. As he talked, I walked over and got my dress off the rack and brought it back.

I had a big decision. I could put my dress on, and then pull my jeans off underneath and nobody would even get a peek at my undies. Or I could be a theater person and casually take off my jeans and get dressed the way I would if I was alone in my room.

I chose to be a theater person. I sat in the chair that Gabe had jumped out of when he started his monologue about my boobs, untied my gym shoes and took off my socks and then stood up and pushed my jeans down to my knees, sat back down and pulled them all the way off. I stood up and walked over to where I had hung the dress.

I think the girl who had first told me to get sexier panties had been watching to see if I had followed her advice, because as soon as I stood up she commented.

"Great choice on the panties Jane. Perfect for your character."

And once again, everyone turned to look at me just at the moment I was most exposed. I was facing everyone except Gabe, wearing my totally sheer panties, and oh yeah, I was still topless for only the second time, and the first time in front of any male other than my doctor.

I had never even thought of grooming my pubic hair up to this point in my life, so I had quite a bush. And my pubes have always been significantly darker than the rest of my hair which was naturally blond at this age, so it was a dark and full bush on a short blond girl. And it clearly showed through my sheer panties.

As before, the girls mostly turned back to whatever they were doing and the boys tried to look like they weren't looking, but they were totally looking. And of course Gabe does a couple minutes on how much he loves dark, curly, pubic hair which just keeps the attention on me.

I was probably only topless in my panties for 3 minutes getting ready for the performance, but it felt like an hour.

Two hours later, I got to do it all over again. And this time, in the glow of doing a good performance, I really started to understand why theater people are so casual about being naked.

Theater for me was being in high school drama class and picking out a short love scene so I could kiss a couple of high school gals.:rolleyes:
Hell I got an erection just doing that.

As for gay guys loving boobies, Dollie soon discovered they not only like to look, they love to feel them and openly talk about tits more than many straight guys.

I am not a theater person but was talked into taking a non-singing part in the opera Aida. I was basically just a spear holder and at one point we carried a litter with Aida played by the famous Beverly Sills, singing away in Italian. This was no college student production, but a professional show attended by hundred of avid opera fans.

My costume was a loin cloth type thing and I was painted bronze head to toe to look 'Egyptian'. I had never been in any theater production and was shocked at the casual nudity among the extras and ballet corp. All we had to change in was a large curtained off area backstage and the wardrobe people assumed you had no modesty and granted none. Luckily I wore briefs so the were not visible under my loin cloth, some guys had on boxers and were ordered to 'get those things off'. I was told ahead of time to shave my chest, then I stood in line to be bronzed by the wardrobe people. The ballet dancers were in and out of costumes so fast I barely had time to appreciate all the bare boobs flashing around me.

I think I made about $40 a performance and spent it on soap and cold cream trying to get all that bronze greasepaint off.

The next couple months
 

After my experience in the changing room, I half expected that I would suddenly become known on campus, or at least in the theater class for going braless on stage, or at least for my see through panties. If I had done something like that just a few months ago I would have been famous in my high school, probably labeled a sl*t by the girls and certainly been hit on by any guys who heard the story.

But the truth was, nobody cared, and nobody said a thing about it. Well, almost nobody. Gabe now felt compelled to comment on "the girls" which is what he started calling my boobs, but that mostly just compliments on how I was dressed.

The main thing that changed was that I was no longer obsessed with hiding my body. I started changing in my room regardless of whether my roommate was there, where previously I had tried to do it alone. I also started showering whenever I needed to instead of waiting til there was nobody else in the shared shower on our floor of the dorm.

If anybody noticed the change in my behavior, they didn't mention it to me.

The biggest benefit was that the girls shower was very social, everyone was always talking and laughing and making plans, and I got to know a bunch of girls and even better I started to get invited to hang out or go to parties with them.

The other thing I learned in the shower, was that pubic hair was a style choice.

This came as a total surprise to me. I had never given my own pubes any thought other than making sure they weren't sticking out when I put on a bathing suit. I hadn't really seen many naked girls because I was so shy, and the only porn I had seen was a couple VHS tapes that my sister and I had found in the bottom of a drawer in our Dad's study. And those girls were sporting full bushes.

So I was fascinated to discover that the girls in my dorm had pretty much all done some form of pubic hair maintenance and that it really made a difference in how they looked naked. Nobody was completely bare, that fad would start in a few years, but they all seemed to have done some work down there. One girl even did a little shaving to create a "landing strip".

I wasn't ready to put a razor that close to my cooch, but I did take a pair of scissors and did some long needed gardening. And when I finished, I put the sheer panties on and stood in front of the mirror. It was amazing how much different it looked, and even more amazing how much sexier I felt.

I was now ready to start seriously working on my next adventure, which was finding a boyfriend.

Glad you are here
 

Jane, I don't know where you came from or how you found this site, but I am truly enjoying your tales.
A couple questions, if I may.
How old are you now and what period of time, year wise did all this growth happen.
I'm guessing you are about 35-40 and this happened in the 80's-90's

Thanks
 

Thanks jimmy. I don't want to share too much personal info, I still keep imagining somebody recognizing me from these stories. I live in the mid-west for the US. I'm a little bit older than your guess, mid 40's and you are right on the overall timeframe.

I found this site totally randomly. My husband had gone to bed and I was just tinkering on my laptop and this memory of playing strip poker popped into my head. I googled strip poker stories and after following a link from the comments on a story site I found OCC.

That was like a week and a half ago. Since then I've been either writing about my first year of college, or wandering around reading other stories and seeing they they spark a memory.

Well, please keep writing because I, and I believe many others, am thoroughly enjoying your reminiscing.

growing up
 

Even as a young man, I was concerned with being nude, changing rooms, public rest-rooms, etc.

Being exposed to such experience, including people of theater and modeling... its just a part of the body. Sometimes its sexual, sometimes - its just that... its skin.

Going to Burning Man and being naked is so much a non issue. A bit of a kink of course.

Male modeling has its benefits
 

Janet,
I can really relate to your story. Although it wasn't theater, I did some modeling when I was in my mid 20's. Mostly runway, mostly tuxedos. I'll never forget the first runway show. I walked in what was basically a small hotel ballroom (adjacent to the main ballroom where the runway was set up) and was directed towards my rack of outfits for the show. Yes, the female and male models were mixed together. I was a little stunned that we would all be changing in front of each other, but like you I said to myself" this is the way it's done and I need to adapt". All of my inhibitions melted away when in the middle of changing, I looked up to see a beautiful 5' 10" model walking across the floor in nothing but a pair of pantyhose and stilettos. Her breasts were stunning and to this day, I can still see her erect nipples in my mind. With her long brown hair flowing and her shoulders proudly back, it was one of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen.

Joe

My big mouth gets me in trouble
 

Before coming out of my shell, I had been a book worm and a prude. But I had also consistently been the girl who got the best grades in my class from probably 3rd grade through high school graduation. I was shy and nerdy, but accustomed to being right about almost everything. I was sure I was the smartest girl in the room. Hence my username.

I was a total know-it-all pain in the ass to my parents and siblings, but tried to hide this side of me with my friends because I didn't like confrontation. It would flare up at times, and my friends would marvel that quiet Jane was suddenly yelling about something.

After I got to college and I developed my identity as a theater person with the confidence that came along with it, I became a much more open person. My personality didn't evolve as much as it became un-suppressed about what I said and what I did, and in both cases with a sense that I had something to prove for my years of self-restraint. I also discovered alcohol.

My new personality sometimes disabled the filter that kept me from saying what I was thinking. And if I had a couple drinks in me, it completely disabled the filter that made me consider how what I was doing right now would look tomorrow when I was sober. This combination is the foundation of virtually every crazy-ass thing I did for ten years.

I only really understood this about myself much later, but as I got more into exposing myself, I was clearly using alcohol and my big mouth to create situations where I was forced to get naked. And I always told myself that it was out of my hands, I simply didn't welch on bets or wimp out on dares like some people do.

The first time my big mouth got me naked was Halloween, freshman year.

We are at a party in the guys dorm. This is the first year that kegs were prohibited in the dorms, but there are cases of beer and bottles of booze in virtually every room. Nobody is wearing costumes, but for the party, the guys made each room have a different game to play. Nerf basketball, quarters, darts, flip cup, bags, cards, etc. Beer pong hadn't been invented yet, or at least we hadn't heard of it.

I had only been at school for a couple months and I was still a total novice drinker, although I was already developing a reputation as the girl who would slur, "l'll drink you under the table" to a 250 lb guy and try to do it for no apparent reason.

So my friends and I are going from room to room having drinks and playing whatever games the boys could create in their small dorm rooms. Most of the games involved physical skill, and I had very little physical skill. I couldn't bounce a quarter, or make a basket, or flick a folded up piece of paper, or throw a dart. So I mostly drank whatever the boys were serving.

Then we got to a room where the game was concentration. You know the game where you pick up two cards that are face down and try to get matches. Finally a game that I was good at. I started telling everyone that I was the best concentration player ever.

We started playing and I start by matching my first two cards. It was obviously total luck, but I start trash talking about how I am psychic. I end up winning the game and the boys do shots. It's not only the first game I've won at the party, it's the first time I did anything other than drink.

The boys call for a rematch, I dial up my trash talking. I can't possibly lose, I'm the smartest girl in the room. The other girls are tired of my bragging and don't really like this game so they move on to the next room. The boys hand me a shot and re-deal the cards. I blather on about beating them again and about how I am psychic.

One of the guys says, "If you are psychic, then you should play black-red with us."

I had no idea what black-red was, but that didn't stop me from agreeing to play and insisting I will win. I was awesome at black-red, even if I didn't know what it was. My big mouth.

Black-red, they explained, is simply truth or dare where the color of the card you pick makes the choice of truth or dare for you. Red=truth. Black=dare. When I found out what I had agreed to play, I had a moment of nerves, but my boasting that I was both psychic and awesome at black-red made backing out difficult.

My first card was black. Their dare was to do a shot of tequila.

I had gotten really drunk on tequila in my first week at college, and just the thought of doing a tequila shot made me ill. "No tequila. I will literally do anything else" was my response.

After a brief discussion they said, "If you won't drink, then you have to flash us."

I didn't even pause for a moment, and lifted my shirt to flash the boys a look at my bra. I thought I was being a cool girl, but they all started booing and saying "tits out".

I replied that lifting my shirt was the definition of flashing and I stood by that position. They grumbled but didn't fight me, and I felt vindicated and reassured that I was still the smartest girl in the room.

One of the boys cut the deck for their card, apparently it was me against the 4 guys in the room. Which seemed to make sense at the time.

Red card. I tried to be very provocative and asked a question about masturbation and they all answered that they do it all the time. So much for embarrassing them.

My cut. Black card. They clarified that a proper flash is at least ten seconds and does not include a bra. Now I know why they didn't fight me before. I lift my shirt and bra to my chin and hold it for ten seconds which they count so slowly it is probably 30 seconds. I receive a lot of compliments on my boobs which makes me feel smart and pretty.

Their cut. Red card. I ask about the craziest thing they have done sexually. They share a couple of funny stories, and then one guy says, "this game." I immediately give him a hard time for being lame even though it was undoubtedly the craziest thing I had done at this point in my life.

My cut. Black card. Are you fucking kidding me? Three black in a row?

By this time, I have been a b*tch to everyone playing, claimed to be psychic, and have suggested that this is nothing particularly daring in my experience of playing black-red. I even called their dares lame. Their reaction was predictable.

Their next dare was that I had to get topless for the rest of the game. Big escalation, but my big mouth had clearly opened the door.

"Is that all?" I asked as I pushed my luck and continued to trash talk. I kept talking for a while, not really sure if I could really take my shirt and bra off. Flashing was one thing, but topless?

They asked if I was going to quit or play, so I took off my shirt and bra and threw them across the room. I also once again did that thing where I brushed imaginary sand off my boobs, and my nipples were hard as rocks.

They drew black on the next card and I dared them to also get topless. In hindsight, this makes absolutely no sense but seemed fair to me at the time. The boys quickly whipped their shirts off, and now it was me and four boys and we were all shirtless.

If my girlfriends had come back, I'm pretty sure they would have gotten me out of there. But they didn't come back and the game played on.

I finally got a red card on my next draw, and their question was where was the craziest place I had ever had sex. I was still a virgin, but I wasn't about to admit that, so in my mind I redefined "sex" and said in my parents backyard which was where I let my high school boyfriend get under my bra for the first time. I lied on a truth, but it was believable.

On their next draw they also got a red card, and I asked them who had the biggest dick in the room? They all immediately pointed to Ron, who just smiled and nodded. Apparently he was a legend on the floor and had gotten the nickname Horse in the first week of school. I made a mental note to tell my friends about Ron.

One of the guys suggested that Ron show me why they called him Horse, but he was reluctant, and pointed out that it was my turn to pick, not the boys. Despite the fact that this was true, I immediately started running my mouth about him being lame and how I was showing real skin while they were not. They pointed out that it had been my dare to remove their shirts, and while this was also true, I just kept blabbing on about them being chicken.

I'm pretty sure that if I hadn't been topless they would have kicked me out of their room for being a pain in the ass. But I was topless, and that goes a long way with boys in my experience. You all will put up with a lot to see some tits.

After a few more minutes they called my bluff and asked if I was playing or if I was a quitter. I cut the deck and got another black card. I complained that the deck was fixed, but I was actually thrilled to see the black card come up. I was really enjoying the attention, and enjoying being exposed.

The guy who had suggested that Ron show me his dick, said that if I wanted to see what was in Ron's pants, then I was going to have to show them what was in my pants. And then remembering my first flash of my bra, he clarified that they needed to see some actual bush or it didn't count. Ron nodded that he would go along with that plan.

I was pretty drunk at this point, but had a moment of clarity where I realized that this was going a lot further and was a lot more serious than it had been 20 minutes earlier. I was alone in a dorm room, drunk, with four guys I didn't know. I was naked from the waist up and had been for 10 minutes. And I was faced with a dare to pull down my underwear in front of these guys, in return for which one of them was going to show me his reportedly huge dick. I was just about to make an excuse that it was the wrong time of the month for me to do that dare, which I figured they would understand and would mean that I was brave enough to do the dare but just not tonight for reasons beyond my control.

One of the guys called me out. "You can quit, do a shot of tequila, or show us some bush. Those are your options."

I felt my face flush, not from embarrassment, but from anger at getting called out like that. I was not going to quit. And if I did a shot of tequila I was going to puke for sure, probably as soon as it went down my throat.

I had just done my pubic hair gardening with the the scissors the previous weekend, and I knew I was wearing sexy panties, and somehow those things combined with the idea of seeing Ron's huge dick pushed me to a sudden decision.

"Ok boys, get a good look, cause you're never going to beat me at cards again," I said.

I really just meant to tell them I was going to do it, but the way I said it they took it as an invitation to get up close, and so they all dropped to their knees and elbowed each other to get a good position right in front of me. Remember, at this point in my life, the only male who had seen what they were about to see was my doctor. My legs began shaking a bit and I put my hand on one of their shoulders to steady myself.

I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper. This wasn't going to be a strip tease, they were all just a foot away from me with their faces right in front of my crotch. It was simply show and tell time.

I wiggled my hips a little to help me pull down my jeans a couple inches, and then I peeled down the top of my panties about half an inch to show them the very top of my pubes, and then quickly pulled them back up. I figured that would be enough for my dare, but they disagreed.

They said that I was a total tease and wimp, and that I should just do the tequila shot instead. They had realized that I would do anything to avoid drinking tequila, and they used it effectively. One of the guys got up from his knees and said he would get the tequila bottle.

I told him to get back on the floor, and I pushed my jeans down to my knees. I let them look at my sexy panties for a few seconds, and then I pushed those down too, but only about half way down my thighs. Now I really needed to steady myself and put a hand on two different shoulders to keep from falling over.

One of them just said, "Nice..." I took this as a compliment of my gardening and was glad I wasn't sporting the huge bush anymore. I stood there for at least a minute although it felt like 10. One of the guys grabbed my butt, and I immediately slapped his hand away. Nobody tried to touch me after that. One of the guys started lightly blowing air at my pussy, but although it felt uncomfortably intimate I didn't object.

This probably sounds more graphic than it was. My legs were together the whole time, and despite my recent gardening I was still pretty covered. It was mostly a bush show.

After a minute or so, I pulled up my panties and jeans and re-buttoned them and then did a little twirl for them. One of the guys said, "Shit Jane, I've been staring at your tits all night, I didn't realize you had a great ass too." The other guys all chimed in and agreed that they thought my ass was super hot. They asked if they could see my ass really quick.

Since I had just been giving them a close up look at my pussy, this seemed like an entirely reasonable request, and almost without hesitation I un-buttoned my jeans again, turned my back to the boys, and pulled down my jeans and panties and mooned them.

But the boys weren't done yet. "Jane, your ass is so hot, but you have to bend over a little for it to be a good moon." "Do your pants like before, but just show us your ass".

I knew I had completed my dare, and normally I'm a stickler for following the rules, but for some reason this just felt like a little side dare. I mean I had been topless for quite a while and wasn't covering up, I did a dare to show my bush. Of course I will show you my ass. My ass was my favorite body part when I was 18.

Ok, this part is embarrassing to admit, but I was an 18 yr old virgin who truly didn't understand the physics of my own body at the time. Like any girl, I had discovered things about my body, and I had masturbated from time to time. So I knew my basic plumbing, but since I had not done stuff with anyone else, and had watched maybe 5 minutes of porn, I had no idea that my pussy was accessible from a number of different angles depending on my body positioning.

What this meant is that I thought that if my back was to the boys, then all they could see is my butt. As you read the following, try to imagine that I literally have no idea what the boys are seeing as I am talking to them.

So I had just mooned the boys and had pulled my pants back up, when they started begging for a better look at my ass. Although it wasn't technically my turn, I was enjoying showing off and the thought that they loved my ass was music to my ears.

I turned my back to them and pulled my jeans down to my knees and first did a quick flash of my ass and then slowly peeled my panties down to the bottom of my butt. I held that for a few seconds and the boys were all saying "great ass". Then one of them asked me to slide my panties down a little further. I didn't see how that made a difference since I was already mooning them, so I slid my panties all the way down to where my pants were around my knees.

"Is that better?" I asked. They all agreed it was a lot better.

"It would be even better if you leaned forward a bit" one of the guys suggested. I thought that this was like how your legs look better when you wear high heels, so I leaned forward.

"Is that better? Does my ass look awesome?" I asked.

"Oh yeah. Can you arch your back a little?" they suggested.

I bent even further and arched my back. "How is that?" I asked.

The guys were now all talking at once. They were complimenting me, saying I was so cool, and so hot. I needed to hang out with them all the time. In the meantime, I had no idea what I was actually showing, and thought that my ass must be something truly special to get this reaction. A few days later, with the help of a mirror I realized what I had done.

"Can you touch your toes?" one of the boys asked.

I had run track in high school, and was actually pretty limber despite being mostly uncoordinated, and I knew I could touch my toes. So I bent over and touched my toes and held them for a few seconds.

"I'm actually very limber," If I was talking, I was bragging.

One of the guys simply said, "I love college."

I declared my dare over and pulled my pants back up. Time to see Ron's dick.

Two seconds after I pulled my pants up, the door bursts open and a bunch of people swarm into the room. It is a mix of guys and girls, all drunk, and they are clearly friends of the guys I have been playing cards with. Everyone goes nuts when they see that we are all shirtless and the guys start getting high-fives. If they had come in a minute ago I had been showing everything.

I immediately covered my boobs with my hands.

One of the girls, who is loud and very drunk shouts, "The naked run is in Spring. This girl is doing the naked run in Fall. But it's in Spring". She kept saying it over and over.

One of the guys walked up to me, keeping eye contact the whole time, and introduced himself and held out his hand. It was so natural that I reflexively reached out to shake his hand leaving a boob uncovered. Then he looked down at my chest and I realized he had tricked me. His name was Matt, you will hear more about him in the future.

The mood had definitely changed for me, and I was not nearly as willing to be naked with this new crowd. And although I wanted to see Ron's huge dick, it was mainly because it was part of the dare, not because I wanted to see his dick. Plus the drunk girl wouldn't shut up, so I found my bra and shirt and put them back on.

The guys, still shirtless, we're trying to get everyone out of the room so we could continue our game, but I had moved on. I slipped out and wandered around until I found my friends.

They asked what I had been doing and I said that the concentration game had turned into truth or dare. They wanted to know if I had gotten any bad dares, and I said that I had flashed and mooned, but that was all. They thought that was pretty normal and we didn't really talk about it more. We all went home together and crashed.

The next day was interesting as word got around about my X-rated show the night before. I was secretly still a virgin, but publicly a sl*t. And I hadn't even intended to put on the show, but I couldn't admit that either. The next few months were a roller coaster.

Happy Halloween
 

Timely story. What will you be doing for Halloween this year? Hopefully getting naked.

I'm loving your stories Janethebrain! I hope you have tons more!

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You should continue thinking about men like me who have fantasies about giving your desired while your hubby watches. The thought of touching you excites me incredible at the moment!