Split Shorts Taken!

"I mean, they're my shorts." Vanessa pointed out. "And you're the one who ripped them! You've proven to be... thick... to wear my clothes."

"Bu.. but if I give you my shorts... I'll be... bottomless!" Lauren objected.

"Oh what's the big deal?" Britney pointed out. "You were fully naked at Cheese-e-Charlies, and there were tons of people around there! It's just us here!"

"Britney's right." Vanessa said. When Lauren said nothing, and made no move to undress Vanessa stepped up and, as though there were nothing to it, yanked down on Lauren's shorts.

It was easy compared to getting the shorts on. They wanted down off that thick backside. Lauren gasped as the shorts slid to her knees. She threw a hand over her crotch, reaching down to try to catch her shorts. Vanessa was too fast for her though. She yanked down, sliding the shorts to Lauren's feet and slipping them over. Lauren stumbled, wobbling as she cupped her crotch and grabbed at the shorts. It was too late though. Vanessa slipped them away out of Lauren's reach.

Once more Lauren was bottomless. She cupped her hands over her bare crotch, feeling her smooth, clean shaven crotch under her palms. Somehow touching her own bare womanhood made her nudity all the more real. She hunched over, crossed her thighs and tried to keep her butt pointed away. She looked over at Mark, who's jaw was hanging wide. Britney looked amused and superior, Vanessa condescending. All these expressions made her cheeks glow all the hotter. Now all she wore was an undersized sports bra. Every chunk of pale, surprisingly curvy flesh besides hung bare and exposed. She struggled to breath, feeling overwhelming panic and shame in her chest...

"Well, let's keep exercising!" Vanessa said cheerfully.

"Exercise... like this?!" Lauren exclaimed.

"Well, the fact that you keep ripping pants really shows how much you need it!" Vanessa pointed out.