Hello everyone. It's me Holly. I'm pretty much going to pick up where I left off, but don't worry you can read this as a stand-alone too.
For a few days after my parents left I was in a total daze. (Ch. 05) Ashlyn didn't let up, but I was numb to her. I didn't even notice what was obviously a set-up by her. In the morning I would wake up and shower, then Ashlyn would hand me her soiled panties and help pick out clothes for me to wear. With how far she had pushed me already her and Megan weren't holding much of anything back. My first class after the incident with my parents I wore a tiny pair of red panties and a sweatshirt that covered my bum and that's about it. Ashlyn looked at me appreciatively as she watched me checking the fit of the sweatshirt.
"Pants?" I asked her expecting a micro skirt, or short shorts.
"Nope." Ashlyn said. "That's it, that's your outfit." Ashlyn stood naked in our dorm room. She's petite all over, barely five feet tall, her breasts are a small C-cup, short black hair and fair skin. Her little nose wrinkled as she smiled knowing I would go to class dressed like this.
In the mirror, the sweatshirt covered everything, I looked at the swell of my own breasts, also a C-cup, but definitely bigger than hers. Since the first night I had spent in the dorm Ashlyn had pretty much totally dominated me. I wasn't allowed to wear clothes in the room, and everyday she dressed me in her dirty panties from the day before. Ashlyn is a size one, I'm a three, so the panties are always tight on me. To make matters worse Ashlyn has made me grow some of my pubic hair out, so it hangs obscenely out of her panties. I lifted my arms and my chestnut brown pubic hair came into view starkly crossed by the red satin of her panties. I turned and my whole bum was visible until I lowered my arms. Ashlyn only owned thongs.
I had walked across campus naked just over a week ago, after Ashlyn had exposed me in a mall parking lot. (Ch. O4) Still something about walking to class, with my books snugged firmly in the crook of my arm. I could feel the cool autumn wind flitting against my bare legs. The occasional breeze reached up to tickle the naked flesh of my bum under the sweatshirt. I got to class and took my regular seat. The professor was male, all but one of my professors are. When I sat I could feel the cool plastic of the chair almost to my butt cheeks. I tugged the sweatshirt down trying to stretch it out. Knowing if I parted my legs at all my crotch would be in full view of the bright fluorescent lights. There were twelve other students in the class. About half were girls and half boys. The class period lasts an hour and forty-five minutes, and I have it twice a week. This will be relevant a little later.
While I am generally fairly self-conscious, the continued exposure I had been facing along with the events of the weekend left me almost completely oblivious to anything. There was about ten minutes of class left, and the professor mentioned a hand-out and called me up to pass it out to the class. I had been taking notes and trying to stay quiet. I had laid my textbook across my lap.
"Huh?" I said.
"Holly, I was asking you if you could pass these out to the class while I write out the terms for your reading." Professor Lillard said calmly holding out a stack of papers. He was standing and looking down at me across his desk and the first two rows.
Nervously I put my book on the table and stood, I was a cutely aware of every motion of the sweatshirt. The sweatshirt was light blue and as I stood a brief flash of red from down by my hem let me know that standing caused my panties to flash. My face was beet red as I walked to the front of the room. The class was quiet as I turned and faced the room. My hands began to tremble as I looked on at the group. Nervously I walked to the first row and counted out enough paper to fill the row. I repeated the process on my row. The boy who sits next to me kind of leaned back and I had to lean to hand him the papers, which caused the sweatshirt to ride up in the back. There was one more row left, I counted out the papers and was two short.
"Professor." I said. "I'm two short" I said my voice was hoarse. I turned towards the front of the room. He had just finished writing out a half dozen terms on the wipe board.
"There should be more in that file over on the wall." Professor Lillard said. He pointed to a line of upright plastic files screwed to one wall. Only one had anything in it. It was the top one. It was about four inches above my head. He and the whole class watched silently as I walked over and reached up for the pamphlets. I felt the sweatshirt slide up my bottom. I grabbed the papers, and began to lift them out. They were hung up on something. I struggled, the moment drawing out.
"They're paper clipped together, it's probably just caught." The professor said. I reached into the file knowing my bum was totally exposed, my stomach was doing cartwheels. I felt myself beginning to get moist from the exposure. Ashlyn had me carefully and completely conditioned. I felt the paper and found the paper clip it was wedged into the side really caught well. If I had thought about it then I probably would've realized it was intentional. Finally I unhooked the paper clip and turned to the room. Every set of eyes was locked on me. No one spoke as I took two papers from under the paper clip and put the remaining papers back. I gave the last boy and girl a pamphlet and class ended. I hurried out of the classroom thankful that it was over. I didn't have another class and rushed back to the dorm, where I quickly undressed and climbed into bed to study.
The next day I was allowed to dress almost conservatively. My outfit was one of Ashlyn's larger thongs, and a pair of shorts and a tight gray top. I no longer owned a bra, so the tight top showed off my nipples, but that was mild. The next morning though I had that class again. I woke up and Ashlyn and Megan were still sound asleep. I carefully climbed over Megan and went to the showers. When I got back they were awake. Megan was standing at the desk reading my paper for that class.
"Isn't professor Lillard great?" Megan said. Her large freckled breasts dangling over the desk. She turned and ran her fingers through her bright red pubic hair.
"Huh?" I said memories of Monday's class flashing into my mind. Megan walked up and slipped my towel off. She gently tweaked a nipple. Ashlyn slid out of bed she sauntered up beside Megan and began to lick my other nipple. She looked so small next to Megan who was in the five ten to six foot range. Once my nipple was wet Ashlyn used her fingers to rub the now slick surface. Within seconds both my nipples were as hard as bullets.
Ashlyn and Megan exchanged a glance and Megan reached into our hamper and pulled out the smallest thong I had ever seen. It was mostly string, with a tiny band of material no bigger than a half-inch wide and maybe three inches long. I watched as Megan rubbed it against her pussy, and Ashlyn continued to play with my nipples. She pushed it into her and withdrew it before handing it to me. Ashlyn released me and they stood back as I slipped it up my legs. It wasn't as tight as Ashlyn's normal panties, and I wondered if they had bought it for me. Once on it fit snugly over my lips and that was all it covered. My pubic hair stuck out all over the place. My face was red. Next Ashlyn handed me a white half shirt. They watched as I put it on. It was so short and tight that it didn't come to rest below my breasts and just hung freely over my ribs. With my nipples as erect as they were they strained against the thin material. I looked in the mirror my nipples appeared as dark circles through the shirt.
"Last, but not least." Ashlyn said. She handed me a three-quarter length jacket. "It's cold out, you'll have to wear a jacket."
"No pants!" I asked.
"The jacket is longer than the sweatshirt was, you'll be fine." Ashlyn said. I went to zip the jacket and realized that the zipper pull had been removed. "You'll have to hold it shut." Ashlyn giggled.
"Hurry, or you'll be late for class." Megan said. Megan handed me my books and homework, and as Ashlyn opened the door Megan pushed me out. Behind me the door closed and latched. I pulled the jacket tight around me and headed to class. When I got there Professor Lillard smiled as I walked in. The rest of the class was already there. As I walked across the room a wave of heat hit me. The room was sweltering!
