Dare Me (new 7/29)

[neverdoubted]

Dare Me - Chapter 13 - Hardship Study Buddy (Part 4)

Warning me to pay attention, she picked a chapter and began to recite statistics and rules of the road. I tried to focus; I really did! But my eyes kept getting distracted by her body.

She was built like an exotic sports car. Everywhere you looked was another enticing curve. I counted every bone in her spine curving down to the small of her back. There, my eyes lingered on her athletic rump which could be perfectly smooth one moment, then flex tighter than a drum the next as she readjusted her leg or shifted her body posture. Having lost her swimsuit on vacation, she had absolutely no tan lines, only a perfectly tan, unbroken stretch of naked flesh.

Her thighs were fit from jogging. They did not come completely together in the middle but left a tantalizing gap all the way down her legs to her knees. Her feminine calves were finely honed and capped by small, but well-proportioned ankles. I did not normally get so intimate a view of the soles of her feet. But laying as she was with her legs bent up at the knee and her bare feet swaying listlessly in the air above her showed that her supple skin and flawless curves extended even to the most distant limbs of her body.

Her dainty toes were painted shiny blue to match her eyes perfectly. Whenever I got a question right, she would wiggle them excitedly, causing them to sparkle in the light. But that didn't happen very often because I missed way more than I got correct. I kept getting distracted scanning every inch of her perfect body which her dare required her to bare, from her piercing blue eyes to the blue tips of her toes.

Propped up on her elbows with her head buried in the booklet, she recited proper crosswalk and pedestrian protocols. But all I could focus on were the now medium sized twin orbs sloping down to hang beautifully from her naked chest. Her breasts had grown a full cup size since our vacation. I knew that for a fact because Lucy wouldn't stop complaining to mom that her bras weren't fitting anymore.

I had detected a steady increase in size during our recent massage sessions. Too bad we had run out of her special growth-stimulating lotion. I would have loved to suggest another treatment that very day so I could get an up close and personal update on her development. But regretfully, that would have to wait until my supplier, Riviera Dave, came through with a new shipment.

Since her accumulating assets no longer qualified as small, her complaints appeared to be legitimate, and she was probably right about needing to buy all new bras. I doubted any of her older ones would fit anymore, at least not comfortably. But do you know how much a new bra costs? Even back then, it was outrageous!

Maybe if she had only asked for one or two new ones, I would have considered it. But she had the gall to demand ten, a complete replacement of her existing collection. No way! Mom had just given her a ton of money for all new bras not three months ago. But mom wasn't in charge anymore. I ordered Lucy to make do with her old ones for a while longer until we could afford such an extravagance.

Or, being summer, I suggested she simply go without and avoid any place that would typically warrant wearing a bra. How hard could that be? And delivering flowers door to door did not qualify. I'm sure her clients weren't going to complain one bit if such a nicely endowed young lady showed up to their door braless and sporting a beautiful, perky pair like hers. I know I wouldn’t.

Our study session lasted all morning, and I wish I could tell you something I learned. But sadly, the only thing I committed to memory that day was the exact way a gorgeous girl's muscles will ripple when she's lounging naked on a sofa and needs to shift positions. After hearing about crosswalks and staring at her naked chest all day, my fingers wanted nothing more than to walk across the total breadth and width of those tempting orbs; right of way be damned.

Although I was failing miserably to pull my weight in the studying department, Lucy was a model study buddy. She had a knack for dedicating her whole being to the task at hand. She was determined to help me pass that test…at least for those first couple of days, until something else came up. She insisted on another rigorous study session after lunch. By evening, my mind was mush.

Mom grew concerned when she got home that night to see her daughter had spent the entire day completely naked. Just before bedtime, she pulled me aside and expressed that she thought something might be wrong with Lucy. The girl had gone over 24 hours without clothes by that point with no sign of letting up. It was up to me to reassure her that Lucy's behavior wasn't overly concerning.

"It's just a phase, mom. It's so hot in the summer and some kids just hate sweating through their clothes all the time," I offered.

"I suppose," said mom, "but...she's not a little girl anymore. Do you understand what I’m saying? You may not notice it because she's just little Lucy to you. But your sister has been growing…a lot. As a woman, I can see a difference lately and I don’t know why she doesn’t have enough self-awareness to realize. She is showing off body parts that should be kept more private as she matures. She needs to learn to be more modest. I mean, what if one of your friends comes over and sees her like that?"

"Aww, mom," I complained, "stop trying to make her grow up so fast. If you keep bringing it up, you're going to give her a complex. Just let her be a kid for at least one more summer. I promise, I'll keep an eye on her and I'll make her put something on if anyone is coming over." Then as a joke to lighten the mood, I added, "Besides, think of how much money we'll save on laundry!"

I had to hold in my amusement and stay solemn as I reassured her. Of course, Lucy had self-awareness and felt shame when someone saw her naked body! That was the whole point of her asking for dares. If she didn't feel anything, she wouldn't bother. But I couldn't tell mom all that. So, I just dismissed her concerns and promised to keep an eye on Lucy. And trust me, as long as she stayed naked, I would gladly keep both eyes on her!

Day three went much like day two. We all got to eat breakfast together before mom left for work. Mom raised an eyebrow when Lucy came to the table still naked but made no comment about it. Lucy performed her outdoor chores and repeated her erotic hose bath then came inside and offered to help me study just like the day before.

She proved an excellent study buddy; very thorough and studious. She was always smiling and upbeat, even when I missed an answer. She just patiently explained what I had gotten wrong and marked the question to ask again later. I think she was learning it faster than me. Of course, she didn't have to deal with a gorgeous naked girl distracting her the whole time.

She even tolerated my corny jokes and asides. What does a blonde say when you ask her if her blinker is working? Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No.

Being one herself, she hated blonde jokes and I usually ended up getting smacked in the arm when I told them. But that day she just rolled her eyes and kept going. She had to be missing her clothes a lot by then and was surely quite motivated to see me succeed.

As for her dare, I didn't see any sign of progress on her body, even after three days. Even though she was under very little pressure at the moment, I knew the heat would grow steadily; especially since she was forbidden from relieving any pressure by her own hands. I was satisfied that she was on her way, and I could focus on my test. Time was on my side, even if it took all summer.

We studied the rest of the day, and, by that evening, I felt I was ready to take the test. On the morning of day four, my still naked sister stood dutifully at the front door to see me off; wishing me good luck with an encouraging smile and wave as I headed for the DMV. My prospects of getting Mr. Beski's car and Lucy's prospects of getting to wear clothes again all on depended on my performance.

I'm not a bad student. At least, I don't think I am. I may not make the honor roll, but I've never flunked a class. In fact, I can't even recall ever flunking a test...until that day. I got a 10. Out of 50 questions, I only got 10 correct. So, that is technically a 20%. But it is still way below the 90% required to pass.

I don't know if it was nerves or lack of preparation or some sort of mental block. Maybe I am a bad student... But whatever it was, I didn't even come close to passing. They told me I could come back in two days and try again and sent me on my way. When I got home, my sister met me at the door. She looked so cute standing there with her face full of hopeful exuberance and her perky naked body on full display.

I hated to disappoint her, but I could only shake my head in shame and hand her the paper. She studied the test results in disbelief. Her shoulders slumped when I broke the news that meant she would be stuck naked for at least the next two days.

I felt so bad for letting her down that I promised to resume my studies immediately and do better next time. Perhaps some solo studying, where I wouldn't keep getting distracted by her naked body, would do me some good. But before I could get started, she brought up another problem. Not being allowed clothes had forced her to postpone her flower deliveries. The orders were really starting to pile up and couldn't wait two more days.

Since I had failed her, I felt it my duty to help out and deliver them myself. She loaded up the wagon with fresh cuttings and handed me list of addresses and other paperwork with specific instructions on how to complete the deliveries and receive payment.

I hadn't really paid that close attention last time I helped her. I had just come along to help pull the wagon. But this time I was responsible for everything. And, let me tell you, it did not go well. My heart just wasn't in it. And I was kind of distracted berating myself the whole time and wallowing in my failure.

I did so bad that, even after I had finished my rounds, I somehow still had several undelivered bouquets in the wagon. I also must have failed to collect the correct amount at several of the houses because my money pouch was quite a bit short. Lucy was incensed and lashed out at me.

"How could you be so bad at something so simple?" she growled. I'm pretty sure she meant that insult to include both my failed flower deliveries and my driver's test performance.

I ignored her jab at my test failure and focused on the other. "What does it matter?" I replied too flippantly, "they're just stupid flowers."

"Stupid?! You're the stupid one!" she shot back. Then her voice broke, and she added with a slight quiver, "I had a good reputation and you ruined it. I can't count on you for anything!"

Ok, that one hurt. She turned away from me to hide the tear forming in the corner of her eye and crossed her arms defensively over her bare chest. I couldn't stand letting her down, and I hated to hear her say she couldn't count on me. I took a deep breath and tried to salvage the situation.

"Come on, Lucy, I'm sorry," I said, "I shouldn't have called your flowers stupid."

She begrudgingly turned back toward me but kept her lip pout prominent to communicate how she really felt.

Addressing the real source of her grievance, she asked, "Are you even trying to learn the questions?"

"Of course!" I replied, sincerely, "and you really have been a great help. I honestly don't know what went wrong at the DMV. I think, if I just study on my own for a while, I'll do better next time. How about you take a break this afternoon and relax while I go over the book? You can quiz me after dinner!"

She considered my apology and offer for a few tense seconds. When she finally put her lip away and let her arms drop, I breathed an inner sigh of relief. The peace restored, we went our separate ways, and I kept my distance so I could actually get some quality study time in.

I stayed in my room and buckled down until my neck started to hurt from leaning over my desk too long and all the rules of the road were blurring together. I pushed Lucy out of my mind and didn't even bother to check on what she was doing with her free time all afternoon. So, I was completely blindsided by the wonderful new activity she had discovered in my absence.

You see, a package was delivered to our house that day that would completely change the trajectory, not just of her summer, but of her young life. I didn't know it yet, but that simple, nondescript box brought an end to my studious and completely dedicated study buddy and founded a whole new creature.

[Themarble]

Perfect. The way you describe Lucy is so good. Seriously wow. Also a package?!?! I don't know exactly what it is. But is it a reference to something? There has only been one other time I have seen a package in another of your stories. And that only furthered someone else's heat factory. I'm excited to see where this goes.

[jojo12026]

Maybe the package is a gift from Riviera Dave or a new and improved lotion for them to try out.....can't wait to find out!

[Azrael]

Well if the package changes the trajectory of her life. Is it maybe a sex toy or something along those lines?

[neverdoubted]

If someone correctly guesses what's in the package, I'll post the next part. None right, so far.

[Themarble]

Was any of the above near?

[jimmythehand]

I didn't know it yet, but that simple, nondescript box brought an end to my studious and completely dedicated study buddy and founded a whole new creature.

If the story was set in the modern day, I'd say that sounds like a cell phone. Taking into account the time period we're dealing with, I'll go with a polaroid camera.

[neverdoubted]

Was any of the above near?

Nothing close so far, but keep guessing! I’ll drop a hint tomorrow.

[Themarble]

Well, this idea isn't original. But perhaps cream with aphrodisiac properties? Or something to make a character horny. I am unsure if it would be a sex toy like one comment above mentioned, if it was one it would have to be one with a remote so that Micheal would be able to control it?

[neverdoubted]

Sorry, no lotions or cameras. It's nothing pornographic or overtly sexual. And, sadly, not a Pinnacle.
Here's my hint. The package is about the size of two shoe boxes stacked on top of each other and was sent from her school.
If no one guesses it from that, I'll give a better hint tomorrow.