Note: this is a true story about a real living person. Only the names and locations have been changed to provide privacy for the individuals described. All individuals listed in the story below were (and are) 18 years of age or older.
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Hannah* (not her real name) was a very engaging, optimistic, forward looking girl. She had a wide smile almost all the time, for her teachers and friends loved her. Her brunette shoulder length hair flowed down her tanned shoulders, covering just a hint of freckles.
She was not what you would call a wild child, for her mother made sure she did her homework and obeyed her teachers. Well, at least most of the time. She smoked cigarettes in the girl's restroom on campus when she thought she could get away with it, and seeing that she could do it at certain times with impunity, began to test what else she could do.
During the time when streaking was a fad in the mid 1970's, Hannah got a boy to go along with her and arranged a joint streak. Both took off their clothes in the P. E. locker rooms and simultaneously walked up the staircase of the school, where the students spent their lunch hour break. Having no clothes, and running for the restrooms nearby, where friends had already stashed replacement clothes for them, the student body broke out in a weird and shocked laughter upon seeing these two that I've never heard since. No punishment for either of them, of course. Her mom had connections. Nothing to go on her record.
For the next event, Hannah planned a shopping visit to the regional mall. This time, she would need help from her best friend, and her boyfriend. Her best friend agreed to take her clothes from her in the restroom, and her boyfriend agreed to meet her at a prearranged location outside the mall in his "sin bin" custom van and whisk her away to safety. . . and clothes. In between there was to be only skin enveloping Hannah. Delicious, luscious, radiantly tanned skin.
"Sunset, why don't you join me and take off *your* clothes as well? The two of us could go down the mall and be picked up by Dick just as well as me by myself. Besides, I'd love the company. Would you do that for me?" Hannah confidently requested.
"Well, alright," Hannah's friend Sunset tentatively agreed. We really don't think these cutoff shorts and tie die blouses are worth that much, and besides, Macy's doesn't sell them anyway!"
"Ok, then. It's a plan. You ready?" shot back Hannah to her blond haired Eastern European looking friend.
"Um, I really NEED to use the restroom right now. Hold on a second," Sunset grunted.
Hannah paused a bit, now wearing no clothes at all, with her clothes pushed over to the next restroom stall where her friend Sunset was squatting and straining.
"Ahh, wow. I really needed that. Thanks!" exclaimed Sunset to her friend. "Hey, Hannah. I really would feel better wearing both your clothes and mine, just in case anything happened to you. Just for safety. I would hate to see you get in trouble. Otherwise. . . "
"I know," Hannah surmised. "You would do it if it weren't such a risk to the both of us."
"Right."
"Right, and understood," Hannah pensively concluded. She was going to do it alone by herself in the mall. . . but with Sunset watching her first moves in the department store where they were already located. Keep in mind that earlier in the year - on several occasions -Sunset willingly went home naked in the fog after spending the evening naked at Hannah's house. So this wasn't the first time these two were capable of pulling off a double nude exposure of themselves.
