Stripping Stories

Why didn't you wear a coat Cassie? That's what I expect you're going to say. As if anybody wears a coat going out clubbing. I mean it's not like there's anywhere to leave a coat, it's not like you're going to die of cold going from club to club, it's not like it's cool to have a coat! Then you'll ask why I wasn't wearing underwear; well I'll have you know with boobs like mine a bra is superfluous to requirements - and not because they're small if that's what you’re thinking, it's because they're firm and are perfectly all right without support thank you very much. And as for knickers, I haven't worn them since I left the school netball team, and I've never really seen the point of a thong. So that was why I was dressed in nothing but my lovely crimson sparkly party dress. Tight enough to show off my trim figure (no panty lines), short enough to show off my legs and low enough to show off my boobs. I loved that ...

"Bug-a-me!” It was a favourite expression of Georgia O'Hara, class tomboy, and captain of the school wrestling team, as the blast of freezing cold water hit her.  She had learnt the phrase from Old McDonald, school gardener, who used it whenever he saw her going into his allotment for a pea. He had complained about it to the Rector of St Ethelfrida's Academy for the daughters of gentlefolk, otherwise known to all as St Freddie's. "She sits among the cabbages and peas!" he had said, but Dr Aloysius Golightly, the Rector, had simply replied that it would help them grow big and strong. "Bug-a-me," repeated Georgie, "don't you think we could have a hot shower after wrestling practice Miss Pettigrew?" Miss Pettigrew, the games mistress, scowled. "Certainly not.  St Ethelfrida's girls aren't weaklings.  You need to be tough.  Anyway cold water gets the mud off best." Georgie had to admit she was right.  The co...