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PART 2

Cooking something together forced them to get close to each other, with their hands too busy to hide anything, so they saw each other plenty, and got a little more used to the feeling. Hannah couldn't even resist grabbing one of her friend's buttocks and squeezing it, which made her yelp
"Heyyyy, what are you doing?" she said with a smile and a cheerful tone, meaning she didn't really mind

They quickly ate and it was time to start getting ready, Elizabeth went first to take a shower and do her makeup, locking the bathroom out of habit, forgetting that what she had to hide was already seen all time she was out of the bathroom. She got out and went to select her outfit, a simple tight black dress with matching panties, which she didn't put on yet, and no bra
It was then Hannah's turn to go to the bathroom, and went she went to pick clothes from her closet, she heard from the living room "Wait honey, I'm the one deciding what you wear tonight, come take it here"

She closed her closet and started to walk to the living room, wondering what her friend had in store for her and found her in the sofa, pointing her finger towards the coffee table
Hannah picked up the clothes, and it didn't feel like much. She found there a white tube top that ties in front, showing most of her midriff, and a red and black pleated skirt, schoolgirl type. Both of them were kinda sexy, but she had worn them to parties before, so it wasn't the end of the world. One thing seemed missing though.

"No underwear?" she asked, kind of expecting to be answered by the negative, and already thinking that it would be fair game that she went commando
"Oh you want to wear underwear?" Lizzie playfully asked
"Hmm, yeah, I'd rather" Hannah answered trying to seem more modest than she was, in order to slow down her dare master's pace. She expected that the faster she would start, the further she'd get, so it seemed like a smart move
"If you want them you can retrieve them from the balcony", she said with a grin, already enjoying to torment her. It meant she would have to go out there naked

Hannah couldn't stop herself from getting a huge smile, she was surprised and happy that her friend would have her make such tough choices. It meant she had plenty of imagination to make her night very interesting and thrilling
Not one to turn down a challenge, she started walking towards the glass doors on the tip of her toes, as if it would make her less likely to be seen, and started checking every window and balcony. There was a young man on the balcony almost right in front of them, who looked like he was on the phone. She jumped out of view and whispered "There's someone!" as if whispering would have made a difference

"So, will you dare to go?" Liz answered, trying to trigger her friend's taste for challenges "We leave in 10 minutes, you have until then"
She spent the next few minutes checking once in a while if the guy was still there, he didn't seem to want to leave
So she started pondering the idea of going to get them anyway, she could see her red thong on the small table, it was just a leap away from the door. Thinking about going to take them had made her forget the option to just leave them and go without underwear.

Time was almost up, she walked in front of the door, checking that the man wasn't looking towards her, and checking the other windows and balconys one last time. The coast was clear.
She slowly opened the door to not attract any attention, and dashed to the table, keeping herself low, so that only her top part could be seen from the same floor, at which the guy was. But the floors above could probably see the rest of her body, which made it tingle everywhere. She grabbed her underwear, took just a split second to let the feeling in, the adrenaline and arousal combo that she craved, and leaped back inside, slamming the door shut.

That last move caught the yound man's attention, and he started looking towards her. Liz shouted "He's looking !", diving underneath a blanket. Shocked, Hannah kept running until she was behind the kitchen's counter, and caught her breath there. She had just been naked outside, her body free to be seen by anyone, and her ass had indeed been seen for a short while. It definitely was scary but she really was feeling alive.
They didn't know that, but it wasn't as easy to see inside their flat as it was for them to see outside, because of the reflections. Yes, the guy had seen something that looked like a good looking lady from the back, but didn't manage to get a good look. Hence, after a few moments he started to look away, and a bit later go back inside his flat.

It was time for them to get dressed. Elizabeth quickly put on her bodycon dress, which hugged her body nicely. It was above mid thigh, and made her butt stick out nicely.
By that time, Hannah had her hard earned thong on, as well as her skirt, which was showing as much legs as her friend. She was now putting her tube top in place, she had to make the knot tight enough that it didn't risk getting undone, which would have shown much more than she wanted, but the tighter she made it, the more her large boobs were packed and started showing from the top, exposing a big cleavage. After a few tries, she had a balance that she was happy with, which was still showing a fair bit of her breasts, and giving some view in between them, which would make her feel exposed. But it was the point of this top, and the point of this night.


They then left and walked to a bar, already getting some attention from people on the way. It was summer, and they were enjoying the cooler temperature after a hot day. These few pairs of eyes on her skin, as well as the cool air on her naked shoulders, stomach, her chest and thighs were giving Hannah a taste of what would be her night. She was focusing her mind on her unclothed bodyparts, trying fo feel the looks she was getting, but also curious about what Liz had in store. Along the way, Elizabeth was looking at her friend, thinking about interesting dares she could give her friend considering her outfit.

Arriving there, they found the bar kind of busy, as it was saturday night, but not nearly full yet. They grabbed drinks, walked through the now empty dancing area and found a table in the back, on a terrace, after climbing a few stairs. Hannah had started to sit down with the wall in front of her, but obviously Liz had other things in mind, and made her pick the other side, from where she would see people on the terrace and some of those downstairs. More importantly, they would see her too.

After cheering to Hannah's birthday, and starting to sip on their cocktails, Elizabeth asked : "So, what do you expect from tonight?"
"That you make me do more than I bargained for" She expected to be forced out of her comfort zone, and was both scared and excited by it.
"Well if you don't do it for your 20th birthday when would you do it ? Besides, we're far from home, no one would recognize you here. So, enjoy!" She tried to make her as comfortable as possible, which would make it easier to push her to do bold things tonight. Liz quickly followed with her first dare of the night "Hannah, I want you to untie your top, from now on you will have to hold it closed"

For Hannah it was the right level of dare for a start. A step towards undressing, without actually showing anything. "Sure boss", she answered playfully
She quickly looked around, didn't see any eyes on her at that moment and swiftly put her fingers on the knot, untying it while still looking around.
She did notice a few glances, as you would expect for two good looking girls at the bar, and tried to make her posture look as natural as possible, by striking a chat with her friend
After a few moments, she felt the knot untie, which instantly made her top feel less tight on her chest, the top having opened slightly, which was already a tiny feeling of exposure. Also, her top was no longer self supporting, she had to always keep in mind to hold on to both sides of her white top, any brief moment of inattention would expose her boobs to the people in the bar. After a second or two, imagining that idea, she grabbed both sides with her left hand, grabbed her drink with the right one and took a large gulp.

"Good job !", Liz congratulated her, taking a big gulp herself
They kept chatting for a while like they normally do during their nights out, Hannah catching people's glances and making eye contact once in a while, sometimes forgetting about her awkward posture, which she had sort of gotten used to.
However, seeing her friend peeking down her top, she realized that her grasp had become a lot more loose, and looked down herself. She noticed that her hand was no longer firmly against her chest but kind of hanging from the ties of the top it was holding, making pretty much the whole space between her boobs visible. She instantly thought again about the glances she was getting, felt embarrassed and grabbed again tighter.
Elizabeth chuckled at her frightened look, her predicament had mostly worked.


Right after, both having finished their drinks, she asked Hannah to go get two pints of beer. Struggling to get her wallet from her handbag, she understood the point of this. It would not be an easy task to do with a hand stuck between her breasts. She threw a look at Liz, showing her she understood, grabbed the wallet and started walking towards the inside of the bar.
She tried not making her posture look too awkward, but it did feel like people were looking at her. Whether it was just for her looks, she couldn't tell. She arrived at the counter, saw the barman peeking down, and ordered the drinks, stuttering. She now had to think about how she would manage paying and getting the glasses back to their table. She opened the wallet, and while taking her credit card out, she thought that it would be a struggle to put it back in place, so she decided to grab some cash. Before she had time to think, the beers were on the counter, and the guy said the amount, she handed out the few bills she had taken.

She now had to act quickly, because the longer she would stay there, the more awkward it would be. She put her wallet under her free arm, the right one, which made both of them now stuck to her body, leaving her with little freedom of movement. She then used her free hand to bring the handle of one of the glasses to the one holding her top. She let the fabric of her shirt go, only holding it with her little finger, which obviously instantly made her cleavage bigger, and grabbed the handle. She felt the cold beer directly on the skin of her boobs, which made her very conscious of how much was uncovered. She picked up the remaining drink with her free hand. That's when she saw the barman handing her out her change. She felt very embarrassed, having an interaction with someone in this state. She made the quickest eye contact with him, and already looking away, said to keep the change.

Now walking away from the counter and away from attention, she noticed that, the beer being right in the middle of her breast, it was actually giving her most of the cover the top was not giving. However, it was getting difficult to keep a hold of the ties of her top with just her left little finger, and while walking up the few stairs, she let go of the right side. She felt it sliding more and more towards the other way, this time revealing for sure a clear path from her neck to her belly, with no clothing in between. The inner side of her boob was showing, and the top was still getting more open by the second. In an instant, if she didn't do anything, her nipple would probably be visible. She tried to use her other hand to pull that side of the top towards the center, but both beers knocked together, spilling some beer on her chest, between her breasts. The sound definitely attracted some attention, and she had to do something.

Grabbing the right side again, she brought both pints together and dragged them both to the left side. Uncovering her left boob, but covering the right one again. By the end of her move, she had her nipples and one inch more under the white fabric, on each side, and the thankfully dark beers were hiding the center. As she started walking again, trying to leave behind the embarrassing looks, her mind was free enough for he to feel the cold beers on her naked skin, which made her feel sexy. She also noticed that her fingers were resting exactly on her nipples, and felt them hard. She couldn't resist giving them a few slow but firm rubs, a reward after such a stressful yet exciting situation.

She finally got back to their table, lowering herself to put down the glasses, and managing to close her top again with both hands, before sitting down.
She had a sigh of relief, resting her back against the wooden bench, not bothering to close her legs, which made her inner thighs visible, and both her hands grabbing her boobs, for cover first, but she, without thinking, had started to give them firm squeezes, and she was feeling her nipples as hard as ever against her palms.
"Seems like you had fun !" She was brought back down to earth by hearing Liz, amazed and almost laughing

Hannah took back her more "formal" position, holding both sides with one hand, the other one resting on her side. She instantly saw Liz staring at her chest, and wasn't bothered at first, enjoying being watched, still aroused. But when Elizabeth's stare changed to a grin, she looked down, and saw her white top wet from the beer and the fog on the glasses. The center of her top was practically transparent, and her chest was gliding from the beer she had spilled earlier. The rest did have some wet spots, but was still covering her quite well, except for her pointy nipples that were really sticking out.
"You look so beautifully slutty, honey", Elizabeth teased her with that compliment, and couldn't stop herself from being attracted by what she was seeing
Hannah's heart was beating quite fast. After a few moments she managed to regain her composure, figuring that nothing terrible had happened, just a few looks at her body, but she had in mind that many challenges, tougher ones, were probably to come. And without admitting it to herself, she was looking forward to them.


Elizabeth let her cool down a little, and they drank a fair bit of their pint, before it was time for the next dare.
"Hannah, I would like you to hand me your thong, please" She asked extra nicely, to contrast with the boldness of her request
Hannah let out a sigh "The thong I worked so hard to earn earlier...", but she didn't mean it, she thought it was fair game, and expected to lose them at some point, and chuckled
However she understood that it meant she had to take it off right here, in the bar, while there were people at the tables next to them, and she still had only her right hand free

She slid it up her left thigh, reaching just under her skirt, and looked around for people looking at her. She did notice a few glances once in a while, but they didn't seem to be aware of what she was doing.
She finally thought to look at her side, and noticed a young man looking at her hand which was under her skirt. Her heart skipped a beat, and she slowly slid her hands back down, trying to make it look natural. The guy then looked straight into her eyes, smiling a little, but more importantly his eyes were saying that he knew what was going on. That guy was me, and I had a pretty good idea about what these two girls were up to that night, having noticed Hannah's stunt from earlier.
Hannah looked at her friend with wide eyes, and made her understand that she had been caught by the guy from the table next to them. Liz looked my way and saw me chatting again with my group. "The coast is clear now" she told her, as to remind her that her dares were not to be discussed, but only to be done.

Hannah peeked again, and took a large breath before trying her luck again. She didn't let her hand linger on her thigh this time, checking if there were people looking, she was racing against the clock now. She pulled the left side of her thong below her ass cheek, after slightly lifting it. She threw a quick glance around, just because she felt it was an appropriate check, but she wasn't really paying attention at that point, and right after doing it, she would have been unable to tell if she had seen someone watching her. More importantly, she was too scared to look directly to her right, from where that man was looking at her just before.

So she kept going, trying to reach the right side under her skirt, which was rather difficult with only her right hand. She grabbed somewhere in the middle, and had to use a little strengh to get her thong now completely down from her butt. Her pussy was no longer in contact with the soft fabric, and she already felt like something was missing. At this point she had completely forgotten about the fact that she was holding her top closed, her hand still locked firmly onto it, pushing her breasts up, it had now become a habit.
Looking at her friend one last time before the last straw, she went to grab the crotch part of her thong, and started pulling it down her thighs. Slowly until the hem of her skirt, before it was actually on sight, then she slid it down quickly down the rest of her legs, to her ankles.
The red fabric was now resting on her feet, she had to bend forward to retrieve her underwear, which she thought would surely be seen if she waited too long
Peeking at that time, I noticed it, thought that she was quite brave, and I was waiting for the right time to get involved

She grabbed her top more firmly, making her boobs tighter in it, and lowered her chest towards the table, giving Liz a nice view of her cleavage. With her right hand, she took the red piece of cloth, and made it the smallest ball she could, in order for it to not be visible with her hand closed. She lifted herself up again, handing it over, under the table.
"My hand's up here" Liz said, showing her open hand on top of the table, making her understand that she would not let the transaction happen hidden under the cover of the table
Hannah sighed, and thinking it was balled up in her hand anyway, it wasn't too bad. She put her fist on top of her friend's open hand and opened it, letting go of her underwear, which Liz took away from her. It felt to Hannah like giving this to her friend really meant something, like if she was asking her to hand over something, even the most precious thing, something that in a way symbolized her modesty, she had to give it to her. It made her feel vulnerable, almost owned, and this was very sexy to her

"Give me your hand", Elizabeth asked
Thinking it was the most reasonable thing she had been asked that day, she laid her hand in the middle of the table. Liz gently held it and dragged it a bit closed to her, before opening the little ball that was Hannah's thong, and setting it on top of her wrist
Hannah understood that she meant to make her wear it as a bracelet. She thought it would be embarrassing to wear that, but still mostly discreet, so it felt like a small naughty addition. After a few knots, she had a new piece of "jewelry", which actually could look like something someone could wear, not very nice, but cute.

She took her arm back, and Liz added "If someone tells you about your bracelet, I want you to tell them what it is"
Hannah instantly imagined having to tell someone that this thing on her wrist was her thong, meaning that she wasn't wearing it anymore, under her skirt. It was a pretty embarrassing thought, but the idea of admitting to a stranger that she was being slutty was kind of a turn on. She was thinking that that person, maybe that fairly good looking man on her right, me, would imagine what she looks like under the skirt. After a few moments, she let go of this idea, thinking that it would probably not happen.

However she still was keeping in mind her lack of underwear under that skirt. She felt a little bit naked down there, wondering if someone could possibly see the most intimate part of her, even though she knew it shouldn't be the case. She was crossing her legs like a decent girl should, but this posture was showing a lot more of the leg she was lifting up. Almost the beginning of her butt, she thought.
Still she was closing them tight, and getting used to the feeling of skin against skin. Without even thinking about it, she started to rub her thighs together, first for the feeling of her soft skin, but quickly also for the pressure it put on her crotch. Still without realizing it, while chatting and drinking her beer, she was giving herself that naughty stimulation. After a few moments, she let out a sigh of pleasure, which thankfully remained unheard because of the noise around. How embarrassing it would have been if Lizzie had heard that. She would have taken it as if she was enjoying herself, and it would have made her think she should give riskier dares.

Acknowledging her rubbing, she stopped. But a few seconds after, she started to miss the feeling, and started softly rubbing her thighs again, while making sure to keep having a natural chat. She was tightening her legs more and more, and keeping eye contact with the clueless Liz. It became like a dare she was giving herself, getting wet while chatting, without getting caught. It didn't take long to fulfill that dare, and after that accomplishement, she decided it was time to stop, in order not to give away her arousal.

She suggested a trip to the bathroom, to help her regain her composure. Liz followed her.