The Starlet

Mindy Valentine was even more stunning in person than on the big screen. Which is saying something.

Even in the darkness of the path it was easy to recognize her. The famous wavy long blonde hair was pulled up into a ponytail. Her round face, pale skin, and piercing blue eyes. She was wearing casual workout clothes, but all that did was accentuate her curves. I was shocked that the girl whose bikini pics I’d jerked off too now stood in front of me.

“Are you guys about to do what I think you’re about to do?” Her friend asked. She was also hot but lacked the same jaw dropping beauty that Mindy possessed.

Hillary and I just glanced at each other. We were both still frozen to the spot in our underwear.

“And what do you think that is?” I asked, kicking myself for how stupid I sounded.

“Well you’re either about to have some of the boldest public sex I’ve ever seen or you’re about to streak the quad.”

“Why not both?” Hillary quickly retorted back. It wasn’t aggressive. It almost sounded flirty.

“Well don’t let us stop you.” This time it was Mindy who spoke. I recognized her smooth and silky voice.

“It’s no fun to watch. Care to join us?” Hillary again floated flirtatiously. I was still so shocked at who was standing in front of me that it was taking all my might to keep my mouth from hanging open stupidly.

“Ha!” Mindy’s laugh was intoxicating, “can you imagine? If anyone saw the press would have a field day. God forbid if someone got pictures.”

“You know… now that you mention it…” Mindy’s friend looked at her with a mischievous smile.

“Mention what?” Mindy stepped back slightly.

“You can’t be accepting an honorary degree from somewhere if you avoid its number 1 tradition… can’t call yourself an alumni till you streak the quad.”

“Bitch! Don’t even start. 1- I went here for two years. So I’m not alumni. 2- you went here and Graduated from here and you’ve never done it!”

“Who said I haven’t?”

“Have you?”

“Well no, but there’s no time like the present.”

It was surreal standing half naked watching the two older girls argue. I glanced at Hillary who was smiling ear to ear. The conversation between Mindy and her friend went on just like above until the friend unzipped her jacket and dropped it to the ground. She then started to unbutton her jeans.

“You’re not serious.” Mindy laughed again, but this time I could tell she was nervous.

“Oh I’m serious. I’m going streaking with…” she paused and looked at us.

“Hillary.”

“Kurtis. But you can call me Kurt.”

“Hi Kurt. Hi Hillary. So good to meet you.” She kicked her pants off. And turned beck to Mindy. “I’m going streaking with Kurt and Hillary. They’re my real friends. Unlike some people who think they can go get famous and leave their college roommates behind.” She turned back to us. “I’m Kiley by the way. This is Mindy.”

“Oh we know who you are.” Hillary laughed.

I still couldn’t get over how surreal this was. No one was ever going to believe this story. Kiley was now in her underwear. It was a mismatched set but it was sexy all the same. She was pulling her copper hair into a messy ponytail.

“You have fun. I’ll stay here and watch your clothes.” Mindy said. Her tone of voice lacked confidence in that statement.

“Oh no. You’re coming with us. You owe me.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Oh I would.”

Mindy rolled her eyes. Then glanced up and down the pathway. Then to my shock and surprise she unzipped her jacket.

“I can’t believe you’re still holding the 30 rack incident over me.”

“I’m holding that over you till the maid of honor speech at your wedding.”

I watched as off came her tight fitting shirt revealing a plain red bra. It was straining to hold back her large tits.

“Alright. Who’s going first?” The blonde asked looking at the group.

“You still have pants on. The rest of us are in our underwear.” Kiley pointed out.

Mindy blushed slightly. “I’m not wearing panties so… when I take these off my ass is out to the world.”

‘Not just your ass…’ I thought to myself.