by Jamie Joy Gatto
(05/22/02)

When Trang awoke early that afternoon, she rubbed her weary eyes. Another Saturday, she thought, Nothing to do. Then she began to notice the tingling between her thighs, the feeling of yearning between her legs. Trang's pussy was practically singing as she wound her delicate hands across golden skin, down her pert breasts, adorned with perfectly round, ruby-colored nipples, over her tight, flat belly, and into her soft mons, downy with jet black hair.

As she became more consciously awake, she realized the throbbing between her legs was somehow much more urgent than usual. It must have been that weird dream, she thought. Slowly the dreamscape components came back to her, little by little as she pressed her slender fingers into her warm folds, feeling for the tiny nubbin she knew would bring her intense pleasure. As she touched herself, Trang remembered wearing a plaid, pleated skirt, a little Catholic schoolgirl's skirt. It was too tight, too short, she kept tugging it down, trying to cover her lean, bare legs, hoping her white panties did not show.

Trang found herself growing more aroused as she thought of the idea of her panties being shown off to the world. She touched herself more deeply, feeling the slippery wetness between her fingers. In the dream she wandered happily through a childhood playground. She was fully a woman, but somehow she found she was wearing her childhood school clothes. The white cotton blouse, heavily starched, pressed readily against her bare breasts. She did not have on a bra, and she was certain that anyone who saw her would notice immediately her deep red nipples, standing erect.

Trang grabbed a real handful of her own petite breast, pulling and tugging a nipple, creating a luscious point. She hungered for someone to lick it. The idea that anyone who wanted may have seen her easy arousal, even in a dream, was terribly delicious. She began to writhe under cool sheets, twirling her fingers into her nether lips, pressing her clit as she played with her hardening nipples.

In the dream, a bright shiny red ball bounced past her. Delightedly, she reached to grab it, bending over. The cool wind upon her tight ass made her realize she was no longer wearing panties. Quickly, she stood up, trying to cover her exposed, bare ass, with the wisp of a plaid skirt she was wearing. She realized the skirt had become even shorter, barely covering her pubis. If she were to move an inch, her pussy or ass would be right there in the open, for anyone to see.

Trang felt a chill, and she trembled at the wicked thoughts brought on by her Friday night's dream. Even so, she could not help uncovering herself in her bedroom, tearing off the sheets, exposing her naked self as she masturbated. She bucked on the bed, thinking more intensely about how being exposed in public might feel. With her slippery fingers pumping in and out of her tight cunt, she arched her back and came, a thousand spasms shivered over her, as wave after wave of come pumped through her lithe and limber body. Even her lips and teeth felt numb.

Trang stretched and yawned, and looked at the day in a whole new way. She wondered if she still had that short black miniskirt in her closet, the one she had been a little too skittish to wear. She wondered if she'd ever get up the nerve to wear it out one day without any panties. Trang felt herself growing wet again, a tingle lingering between her thighs. Maybe, she thought, maybe today will be a different day.

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