Some years ago, an excellent writer of adult fiction, writing under the pseudonym "Little Joe," created several characters inspired by myself and several lovely ladies we both knew. One character was based on me, Bobbie Kaye, and was nicknamed Cutie, or Little Miss Cutie. Little Joe posted a number of these wonderful stories, in which Bobbie Kaye and her friend Gretchen worked at a hotel in Great Britain, supervised by "Little" Joe. The stories were quite lighthearted, and the characters invariably ended up naked and very embarrassed. He later added Kristy, inspired by my own sister, and Emily, based on a dear friend from Australia.
This is the first story in my new Cariny series. Cariny is inspired by a friend of mine, a very real and very lovely woman. Cariny will eventually become part of the Little Miss Cutie world.
As I've said in some of my other stories, when I write, you'll find it is 95% story, and 5% sex. I don't necessarily enjoy stories that focus too much on detailed description of sexual encounters. This particular story has no sex, just some very embarrassing and unwanted nudity. As in real life, sex is only a small part of who we are, and that is reflected in the stories I write. I hope you enjoy this embarrassing little tale!
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Cariny's Toga Malfunction - A Cariny Story
By Bobbie Kaye (Cutie)
Cariny stood just outside one of the vans, her back inches from the locked passenger door. She didn't notice as one of the guys took a circuitous route back to the driver's side of the van, nor did she hear as he quietly opened the door. She did hear the engine start, but didn't realize it was the van they'd come in.
As the van inched away from the curb, Cariny felt a slight tug on her toga. Suddenly the van accelerated away and the toga was whipped off her. Poor Cariny found herself standing in the middle of the sidewalk, in the middle of town, completely naked.
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Cariny Knudsen had always been shy. Dating back to her high school years, everyone thought of her as quiet and reserved. Yet she was far from a wallflower. She dated, usually a couple of times a month, though she had no special guy in her life. She did hold on to her virginity through high school, something she was rather proud of. Quiet, conservative, intelligent, fairly popular, and very pretty, she remained quite shy.
Behind that shyness, however, lurked someone who longed to be daring. She never acted on that desire, though. The most daring thing she'd ever done was riding a Ferris Wheel while wearing a miniskirt. Cariny had certainly never thought about such an outrageous concept as public nudity, at least not until her senior prom. She'd been asked to the event by Gary, a good looking football player she'd dated several times that year.
Prom night came, and the evening proceeded splendidly. But then, her close friend Annie, always the braver of the pair, was dancing with her own date, Phil, when disaster struck. The hem of her long yellow chiffon gown somehow found its way under Phil's feet, and when Annie moved with the music, the flimsy shoulder straps gave away, the dress falling in a pile around her feet. Hoots and hollers instantly arose among her fellow prom attendees.
Annie's well-tanned body, now clad only in skimpy silk panties and three-inch heels, was on full display. Her bare breasts, quite pale due to the bikini she always wore during the long hours she spent baking in a tanning parlor, glowed like high beams in the darkened gymnasium. And as Cariny moved to help her friend avoid any further embarrassment, she was stunned to see Annie begin to giggle.
Initially, Annie had reacted as one might expect, trying to conceal her breasts behind arms and hands. But moments later, she stepped free of the puddle of chiffon, reached for Phil, and resumed dancing. Her face couldn't have been a brighter shade of red, but she continued laughing good-naturedly at her own situation, until two female teachers approached with a blanket, insisting that she cover up.
A third teacher collected her gown from the floor, and Annie was escorted from the gym, Phil not far behind. Half an hour later, the couple returned to the floor, to cheers from everyone present. The evening went on without further mishap, but Cariny was left wondering about Annie's reaction to being so totally exposed, humiliated, in front of her friends and classmates.
A few days later, Cariny found the nerve to ask Annie about it. Her friend again turned red, but tried to explain why she'd reacted as she had. "My first urge was to scream and run away," Annie explained. "But as I glanced around, I saw nothing but smiles from guys and girls alike. I sensed they were laughing with me, not at me. Most of these people are my friends, and sure, it was embarrassing, but I suddenly found the event... um... exciting."
Cariny listened carefully, as Annie turned yet a brighter shade of red. "It was like... knowing that everyone could see me... almost totally naked... and that everyone wanted to see me... I don't know... I could feel myself getting... you know... wet... down there. I wanted so badly to touch myself, but I knew I didn't dare. So I just started dancing. And that night, Phil and I had the best sex in the history of the planet!"
Though she didn't realize it at the time, Annie's mishap, and her explanation, embedded themselves in Cariny's psyche like a seed planted in the spring. And as time went by, that seed began to germinate.
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"Of course not, Pledge Cariny!" Ronnie, her Pledge Partner assured her. "No one wears anything under her toga!"
It was Cariny's first year of college, and she was close to pledging Theta House, the sorority she truly hoped would accept her. Their standards were high, but Cariny's high school grades, combined with her physical beauty, had virtually assured her a spot in the exclusive sorority. Her thick, wavy, honey-blond hair combined with impossibly high cheekbones, perfect, gleaming white teeth, and prominent dimples to create a face that was nothing less than stunning. She'd passed all the tests, survived Rush Week, and was set to be initiated on Sunday. The Friday before was the first party of the year, a Roman toga party, being held at a frat house across campus.
The girls had shown Cariny how to wrap the bedsheet around her curvy body, and how to tie it in place. But she'd been admonished that nothing was to be worn underneath. Standing in the parlor of her sorority house, wrapped in the single piece of sheer linen, she felt practically naked. She wasn't sure she could appear in public dressed in the bedsheet and nothing else.
"Brenda," called Ronnie, "Show Cariny what you're wearing under your toga.
Cariny watched in awe as the tall, leggy brunette raised the bottom of the toga, exposing her freshly shaved private area. Brenda then pulled the top of the sheet aside, revealing her pert, medium sized breasts and firm nipples.
"See?" said Ronnie. "You believe me now?" Cariny was still staring, her mouth slightly open, as Brenda rewrapped herself.
"Look at me, then," said her Pledge Partner, pulling her own toga aside, her full, round boobs coming into view. "The Romans didn't have Victoria's Secret, you know, Pledge Cariny. Now if you want to join Theta House, you have to play by the rules. So, are you in, or out?
"I'm... I'm in," Cariny said nervously.
"So get upstairs and get those undies off. Come back down in your toga and sandals, and not another stitch. Okay?"
Cariny nodded, then dashed up the stairs. While she was removing her bra and panties, Ronnie signaled the other girls, who quickly slipped into undies, shorts, and tops, then covered everything with the togas. Once the party was over, they'd show Cariny that she was the only one with nothing under hers, and then they'd tell her she'd been accepted as a full-fledged Sister of Theta House.
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The weather was chilly, and clad in nothing but the toga as they walked the mile to the opposite side of the campus, Cariny was shivering. She held tightly to her little clutch purse as though it were a lifeline to safety. She was nervous, but she was eagerly looking forward to the party. She wasn't a big drinker, and while she'd always heard there was a lot of alcohol at frat parties, she figured she would enjoy a beer, maybe too. And she also expected music, and good looking guys, and was looking forward to dancing, just generally blowing off a little steam.
The frat house was about what she'd expected. The place looked as though it hadn't been vacuumed since the Carter administration, and kegs of ice cold beer were everywhere. Music was blasting, and the guys perked up with the arrival of the first girls. It was party time!
Several guys quickly surrounded Cariny, offering icy brews and asking her to dance. Before long she was having a great time, trying to forget her uneasiness in wearing nothing but the bedsheet. Besides, all the girls were dressed just as she was, and her risk of exposure was no greater than that of anyone else.
