Dare Me (new 7/29)

[apolloman42]

Another great chapter! I can't wait to see what happens next, hopefully we won't have to wait too long.

[neverdoubted]

Dare Me - Chapter 16 - Wait, What Happened at Camp? (Part 4)

Lucy stared at the blank easel for a good five minutes. She had started with such optimism only to get stuck almost immediately. The other groups had each put two girls on drawing. But in her arrogance, Lucy had convinced Crystal to let her handle the assignment solo. Now frozen with indecision, she didn't know what to do.

She was plenty skilled and would normally have found it a trivial thing to draw a portrait. Despite the surreal nature of her situation, it wasn't her lack of clothes holding her back. She actually had experience painting while in the nude. No, the reason for her dilemma was balled up in her fist. Lucy was required to incorporate five examples of an ideal boyfriend into her drawing. The ideas had come straight from the girls' earlier brainstorming session.

Unfortunately, not all the girls had taken it seriously and two of the five examples were outlandish bordering on inappropriate. The first two, "strong and handsome with a cute smile" and "standing at attention like a good little soldier" were trivial ideas to incorporate. But beleaguered, she plucked the third wrinkled strip of paper out of her hand and read it again.

"A nudist"

Her humiliation burned. Someone had to have written that as a cruel joke at her expense. It wasn't even that clever or well thought out. She scanned the room suspiciously, looking to catch whoever had played the prank on her. The girls were all engrossed in their various assignments, and no one was looking her way. Prank or not, it had thrown her off her game and rattled her.

If she had been thinking clearly, she might have figured out a tasteful and clever way to draw a nudist soldier without revealing too much of his body. She could have maybe added an obstacle for him to stand behind while still showing enough to indicate that he was a nudist. But the fourth written suggestion had stopped her in her tracks.

"Always horny with a big dick"

The fifth suggestion offered no help either. It read "I don't need to play this stupid game because I already have the ideal boyfriend. Bruce Meyers." It was surrounded by tiny hearts. Lucy crumbled the papers back into a tight ball and growled in frustration.

Worried that someone was going to eventually notice that she wasn't drawing anything and come down hard on her, she picked up the package of drawing utensils and stared holes through the cruel, blank page. But her brain had stopped functioning and refused to help her think of any creative solution. The only image she could conjure to meet all the criteria was of a cute, muscular boy, completely naked with his body on full display and his big, horny dick standing at attention like a good little soldier. And that's exactly what she ended up drawing.

When the hour was up, one by one, the teams presented what they had been working on. The dance troupes went first, demonstrating how small acts of kindness can make the world a better place. All three presentations were of comparable quality with no one standing out. The miniature poetry reading saw some separation when Tiffany took it on herself to deliver an impassioned speech about being a cheerleader.

Coach Easterling was particularly moved by Tiffany's heartfelt presentation of the written word. Her group seemed to have the edge going into the final reveal, the drawing projects.

Sensing victory in her grasp as usual, Tiffany preened and got ready to receive the well-earned adulation of her teammates. But when Lucy turned around her portrait of the ideal boyfriend, Tiffany's coronation was shattered in a chorus of delighted squeals.

Working automatically, Lucy had expertly transferred the image in her brain onto the canvas. Every last, intricate detail was vividly portrayed. The boy was naked, except for army boots and a helmet. He had one hand behind his back and the other above his brow in a salute. Speaking of salutes, his stiff, oversized cock stuck up past his belly button. Reporting and ready for duty!

While the squad went wild, Coach Easterling's reaction to the lewd drawing was less than enthusiastic. Her ire was directed at whomever had written those inappropriate suggestions down to begin with. But because the slips were anonymous and nobody 'fessed up to doing it, she had no way of holding anybody accountable.

The scandalized coach moved to disqualify and remove the drawing only to be met with fierce resistance, especially from Crystal's group who argued Lucy was just following instructions. It was generally popular among the other girls too, for obvious reasons, but the seven other girls on Crystal's crew formed a unified voice, protecting Lucy as one of their own along with her wildly popular artwork. Facing a mutiny, Coach Easterling relented and allowed the horny nudist soldier to remain on the wall of the armory for all to admire.

By sheer public acclamation, she also had to concede that Lucy's piece was the most popular. When she declared Lucy's team the winner, the other seven victors screamed with elation and surrounded Lucy in a giant group hug.

I can't imagine being upstaged by a lowly, naked sevie sat well with Tiffany. As if her highness didn't already have enough reason to resent Lucy, Coach Easterling made the animosity even worse by announcing a surprise punishment for the losing teams. While the winning team would be free to break for lunch immediately, the rest of the campers were sent running up barrack hill and back. If Lucy hadn’t been busy fielding congratulations from the teammates in her group, she might have noticed Tiffany glaring at her on her way outside.

Lucy floated on cloud nine all the way to the mess hall. The more adulation poured in from her peers, the more she started to believe she really could earn enough votes to win the spirit prize. She was actually beginning to enjoy camp and her goals were growing more achievable with every passing hour. The pit in her stomach was gone and it even started rumbling as soon as she smelled the lunch rations Rooster had prepared, hot sandwiches and a hearty, noodle soup.

But as you know by now, performing a dare is like being stalked by a demon. The longer it stays out of sight, the greater risk you run of forgetting it's still there waiting to pounce. It bides its time patiently for you to grow too complacent and let your guard down. Usually, right about the time you think you have everything under control, it strikes from the shadows and derails your plans.

Entering the mess hall, the poor, unsuspecting girl was eager to get in line and start eating. But when she passed the camp schedule Coach Easterling had posted on the wall earlier, she decided lunch could wait a few seconds and stopped to check it out. Her face went white.

Among the usual practices and teambuilding exercises, a few bonus activities had been sprinkled in. They were things any typical teenage girl would absolutely love doing. But for a naked one, reading each bonus activity landed like a gut punch. Friday afternoon: Shopping at the Mall. Friday night: Movie Night at the Cinema Twin. Saturday: Community Outreach Project. Sunday morning: Team Pictures!

The pit in her stomach returned with a vengeance as the cruel imp danced victoriously upon her downtrodden shoulders. Devastated, she turned away, unable to keep looking at the cruel poster. The euphoria from winning the teambuilding contest evaporated as she plodded silently back to the lunch line. In a daze, she took her lunch tray and found a seat among her new friends.

She barely noticed when out-of-breath joggers flowed into the mess hall for their turn at lunch. While her happy teammates gloated in their victory, Lucy remained quiet. She had other things on her mind. A million unresolved thoughts were running through her head and her brain was trying to solve them all at once.

"I can't go to the mall like this.-Could I steal someone's clothes before we leave?-What about the team picture?-I have to be in the back no matter what.-What's a community outreach project?-Whatever it is, it doesn't sound good-maybe I can fake being sick tomorrow and Coach will let me stay here at the armory-Oh no, they usually put the shortest kids in the front row!-The girls will notice if I'm suddenly wearing someone's clothes.-I can't do that.-I need to get to a phone so I can call Mikey.-Surely he will let me put my dare on pause after I explain...no, he would never allow that.-Maybe I can hide in the bathroom until the movie starts.-At least the theater will be dark-"

She pushed the food around her plate, but the knot in her stomach had returned and grown so large, it squeezed out her hunger pangs to the point that she couldn't eat a bite. By the end of lunch, she had resolved nothing except to work herself into an anxious frenzy.

She followed the other girls back to the assembly hall for chant studies. Coach had scheduled this low impact activity to give everyone time to digest their lunch. She announced the last session of the day would be a technique panel led by the captains and that the team would be heading to the mall immediately afterward. As she was saying it, she recalled that Rooster's list of resort services included a complimentary shuttle for guests. But she suddenly decided she had better double-check to make sure he could deliver on that promise and hurried off to find him.

Lucy couldn't pay attention to the chants, or the techniques being carefully demonstrated. She was too preoccupied with her growing panic. Every second that passed brought her one closer to leaving for the mall. She had to do something! Feeling a panic attack coming on, she quickly excused herself and ran to the latrine. Leaning over the sink and splashing some water on her face did help clear her head a little. But then she stood up and looked around the room.

In her rush, she had made the mistake of going to the closest sink, the one right next to the full-length mirror. For the first time, she caught her reflection and saw a naked girl wearing nothing but tennis shoes staring back at her.

Terrified by her own naked reflection, she fled to one of the bathroom stalls and sat down just as tears began to flow. Wallowing in self-pity, she cursed her older brother for making her go to camp naked. Cursing me might have soothed her in that moment, but it didn't do anything to actually help her situation. After a few minutes, she must have come to that same conclusion and forced her tears to abate. That girl sure is a fighter!

She had enough experience to know that running from her problems would solve nothing. She couldn’t run, couldn't hide, and certainly couldn't cheat without violating the terms of her dare. My words had been clear. She was to attend camp with only the contents of her purse and her shoes. Nothing else. I had left no other exception.

Her nudity was the first thing everyone else saw when they looked at her. Pretending like it wasn't there wouldn't do her any good. Exiting the stall, she forced herself to stand in front of the speckled mirror and meet the nude cheerleader face to face.

She blushed at the thought of that frightened girl, so exposed and vulnerable, unable to hide any of her body's secrets, standing naked in the middle of the mall. It was almost enough to send her scurrying back into the stall. The moment of weakness passed, and she was able to stand her ground. But the tingling between her legs refused to fade so quickly.

Setting her jaw in a determined scowl, she stopped funneling her anger at me and began to focus that fury where it could actually be put to some use, back at herself. She gave up the idea of somehow getting in contact with me. There would be no negotiating or pleading for leniency. She had to do it all by herself this time. And so, she would. She began to psych herself up to endure the upcoming ordeal. Her dare demanded it.

With her mind made up, she marched back to the meeting hall like a soldier on her way to war. She was angry at herself for even thinking about quitting her dare. She couldn't afford to let something like that happen! She didn't know why, but I did. She needed those chemical pathways to remain open.

You well know by now that my sister is capable of enduring levels of exposure which would break other girls her age. She is also uniquely equipped for surviving a nude public outing without wilting. If there was anyone who could pull it off, it was my sister.

Channeling her anger, she leaned into practice, trying her hardest to reclaim the sense of joy and belonging she had felt earlier in the day. What better way than to act just like the indominable Nikki would? Watching her describe it to me later, I could literally see how she channels her inner Nikki. In the absence of real clothes, clothing herself in a character was a coping technique she had employed with some success in the past. I think she did it without even realizing.

The girls were put in formation and told to follow along with the techniques that had been demonstrated. Lucy practiced full out like Nikki would, not content to just go through the motions. To keep her mind occupied while she labored, she schemed other ways to prove herself to her team and her coach.

She glanced at the poster of the naked soldier still hanging on the wall. That had bought her a healthy amount of goodwill with her team, but Coach Easterling had not seemed too pleased about it. If she wanted to be in contention for the coach's award, she likely had some ground to make up. She admonished herself for letting that important task slip in priority while she was preoccupied by her nudity. She was supposed to be acting extra helpful and hadn't done a single helpful thing yet!

As practice wound down, she recommitted herself to showing her coach that she could be helpful. She would immediately volunteer for every task and look for other ways to be exceptionally helpful along the way.

The girls squealed with delight as a truck horn sounded from outside. Rooster's shuttle service had arrived to take them to the mall. Lucy took a deep breath and held it for a second. Then, pasting a big, dimpled smile on her face and tilting her naked hips side to side, she crowded her way eagerly toward the exit just like Nikki would do.

[student]

This was superior to anything I Imagined.

[neverdoubted]

wow, thanks! I really like how this chapter came together. I was worried at first. It was difficult not to rush through the early stuff like setting the scene. And as usual, I fretted over how to introduce so many characters in a short amount of time, something I usually try to avoid. But like an array of carefully arranged dominoes, now that everything is in place, it's going to be so satisfying watching it all play out. You can probably predict some of it, but I hope that doesn't diminish the fun. And don't worry, there are still a few monumental twists in store which I'm sure no one will see coming

[fuwafuwataimu]

Another fantastic chapter! I love hearing about Lucy growing and becoming stronger as a human, and as an exhibitionist! Tackling public nudity head on with confidence really is the best way. After all, cowering and covering up is in itself, more than a little embarrassing. Also congratulations to her for doing such a good job with the sexy soldier portrait - I wonder if a certain M's body had some influence on the result...?

You flipped my question back on me after my last post, about Lucy's painting in her old school. I'm afraid that putting myself in the headspace of a fictional character is something that I really struggle to do, and that's hampered my own writing efforts all my life. Although I like to think I'm alright at the technical aspects of writing, all of my characters end up feeling like myself, seen through various lenses. As such, all I can guess about Lucy's reaction to her public exhibit is that she'd probably try to avoid thinking about it, probably blushing prettily if reminded, but otherwise putting it out of mind.

I wonder if Mikey may one day have an inclination to bring Lucy back to visit her alma mater. That could be fun.

[neverdoubted]

It's going to come out later, so I might as well tell you a minor ***spoiler***. Yes, Mikey is the only nude male model Lucy possibly could have drawn from memory. And once someone recognizes him, the girls eventually put it together that Lucy is his sister. Whether they believe he really is as well-endowed as his little sister has made him out to be is a matter of debate. Could his portrait end up secretly transported back to their school to be hung somewhere (the girls locker room perhaps?) much like the one of Lucy hangs in their old school? How poetic would that be for fair turnabout?

[apolloman42]

I'm loving where this is going! I can't wait to see how Lucy handles being at the mall.

[neverdoubted]

Dare Me - Chapter 16 - Wait, What Happened at Camp? (Part 5)

Lucy psyched herself up for a nude trip to the mall only to have it all undone before she had even left the armory. She was repelled at the exit by the girls in front pushing back against the traffic flow. It had begun to sprinkle just then and the only way to stay dry was to go back the way they came.

Sprinting through the light shower onto the shuttle was pointless because the "shuttle" Rooster provided to take them to the mall was nothing more than an eighteen-foot, open air, flatbed truck! For once, Coach Easterling had a valid grievance against him on the issue of safety alone. There's no way it was legal to put a bunch of teenagers on the back of a flatbed and transport them through town like you would building materials!

He insisted he did it all the time when taking his grandsons to the worksites of his various businesses and that he would drive extra slowly. But even then, she wasn’t about to make her girls ride through the rain like that. They would arrive soaked clean through!

"I've lived here my whole life, if you please, ma'am," Rooster answered her with a calm voice, "don't you worry. There is just one isolated cloud. Look outside for yourself if you don't believe me. I assure you it will pass in fifteen minutes, or my name is mud. Don't let it ruin your evening plans."

What other choice did she have? Calling for a bus from home would take hours to arrive. Even if the rain did pass like he predicted, she didn’t like the idea of walking a bunch of teenage girls more than three miles through sketchy, downtown neighborhoods and back just to visit a mall. As for cancelling the mall visit, I doubt the team would let her get away with that. She reluctantly agreed only after Rooster offered to come up with some form of rain protection for the girls who wanted it.

Seeing her girls growing restless while they waited, and since they had some time to kill, she pivoted to announcing a quick little contest. Hearing the winner would earn points toward the coach's award made Lucy perk up. She had been waiting for a chance like this and couldn't afford to waste the opportunity to impress her coach. She got even more excited when Coach Easterling announced it would be a head standing contest!

Lucy knew all about head standing already. She had been practicing ever since she received her cheer training video. By now she was a veteran and could do it...well, she could do it standing on her head!

Alice joined a group of girls to express her modesty concerns. They weren't dressed properly to perform headstands and she didn't like the idea of flashing her panties, especially with Rooster hanging around. Obviously, Lucy couldn't complain about flashing her panties since she didn't have any on. She had been flashing a whole lot more than that ever since she set foot on the bus!

To put their concerns to rest, Coach Easterling asked Rooster to leave for a short time. But he bristled at her request, misinterpreting it as an order and rejecting any attempt to dictate his movements.

"I do apologize, ma'am," he replied, "but I must be afforded complete autonomy to perform my duties as facilities manager. If you would like to accompany me to my office, I would be happy to show you where in the contract it states-"

Coach Easterling cut him off with a frustrated wave. The old man was like a robot, a piece of machinery left behind to take care of the building that everyone had forgotten how to operate. He went about his duties with no regard for anyone else and it took a huge effort to get him to deviate.

He kept things running and only seemed to be motivated by profit. If there wasn't a nickel to be made, he wasn't interested. It was an arduous exercise in futility trying to argue with someone like that. It was probably easier for her to convince the girls that their modesty concerns were an overreaction. Naturally, as soon as she dropped the matter, Rooster did exactly what she had been trying to get him to do in the first place and wandered back outside to check on the passing rain.

Being a successful head stander takes several ingredients. There is a physical component to it, of course, but it's not as demanding as a full handstand where you have to extend your arms and hold your whole body up. You do have to have a pretty good sense of balance. But once you work out the mechanics of it, it's mostly just muscle memory and willpower. It becomes a test of endurance. Still your mind and get into the groove, and you would be surprised how long you can stand on your head without falling.

The girls lined up against one wall and prepared to outlast each other. Lucy saw another competitor, Suri, taking her shoes off and followed suit. Suri's mom was from Japan which made her the closest thing to an Asian on the team. She might have been doing it as a cultural custom, but that wasn't Lucy's reason. She knew from experience that doing it barefoot was easier. It doesn't sound like it would have much effect, but shoes can throw your balance off just enough to cause a problem.

After final adjustments and instructions, Coach called "GO" and everyone flipped over. I wish I could have been there to watch those skirts flip down and reveal twenty-three pairs of adorable panties wrapped around the hottest girls in my school.

Little Hanna was the first casualty. With her slight frame and shorter legs, she should have made a better showing. But she couldn't keep from tipping over shortly after the whistle. She didn't let it dampen her mood, though. She never seriously expected to win the contest. After falling into a heap of giggles, she got up, grinning as usual, straightened her skirt, and stood nearby in support of her fellow sevies.

On Lucy's other side, Alice was struggling with her shirt. While all the girls were forced to get used to their panties showing, several were self-conscious about other parts of their bodies being exposed. A successful headstand requires a tripod of support to maintain stability. The first, of course, is your head. Placing both hands in front of you with your elbows bent provides the other two.

I could only guess what bothered Alice more, flashing her childish camisole in front of older, more mature girls, or losing that extra layer of modesty between her newly forming breasts and the world. Whatever it was, the exposure bothered her, and she couldn't resist the urge to pull her shirt back into place to keep it from slipping too far up her body. Having only one hand to consistently keep her steady proved her downfall and she soon joined Hanna on the outside looking in. The girls didn't mind their new support roles. It was what they had come here to do after all, and they were more than happy cheering Lucy on from the sidelines.

With no shirt to wrestle with and no panties to flash, Lucy kept her palms solidly on the floor. She heard girls falter one by one but kept her eyes straight ahead to avoid dangerous head movements. I knew she was capable of at least fifteen minutes. I had witnessed her do it in our own living room. It only took a couple minutes for the pool to be shrunk by half.

It seemed the true contenders were settled in for the long haul. All three captains remained among the freshmen finalists along with a handful of eighth graders, including Suri. Those eliminated broke into factions based on grade. As the seconds ticked by and tension grew, their support grew more and more boisterous.

When Rooster returned carrying a roll of trash bags, Crystal made the mistake of trying to fix her shirt. She had one of the biggest racks on the team, second only to Tiffany herself, and I can't blame her for trying to keep her treasures hidden. But her surge of modesty cost her. She wobbled for a moment and nearly recovered before collapsing. Watching one of the mighty captains fall emboldened those cheering on the remaining contestants to voice their encouragements even louder.

Rooster showed no interest in the contest even though nine teenagers were flashing their chaste, white panties. He was merely coming to report to Coach Easterling that his earlier prediction about the rain weakening appeared to be accurate. He insisted they wouldn't need any rain protection, but he was willing to offer them these trash bags anyway as agreed. He pointed out that the plastic bags actually do make a decent makeshift rain poncho in a pinch. The only other thing he could provide on such short notice was a giant tarp. But he worried it would catch the wind while the truck was moving and cause someone to get thrown off.

While they were bickering over the trash bags, a sudden sound trumpeted from the speakers overhead much like the morning blast that had rudely interrupted their sleep earlier. The standing girls squealed at the jarring noise and moved to cover their ears. Many head standers also jumped in surprise and were consequently tipped over. The trumpet ended up claiming nearly all the remaining contestants.

Rooster calmed the group by saying it was nothing to worry about. TAPS, the song you might associate with a military funeral, was played throughout the armory grounds in the afternoon to signal a transition and let the groundskeepers (his grandsons) know that their workday had ended. It was like the bell announcing the end of a school day.

When the trumpet had stopped and nothing else exciting seemed to happen, the spectators turned their attention back to the contest. The sense of suspense grew now that the only three girls who remained each belonged to a different grade. Unflappable Suri had survived TAPS unscathed and was being enthusiastically supported by her fellow eighth-graders. Stubborn Tiffany had wobbled a bit during the song but recovered through sheer willpower and stubbornness. The other freshmen placed all their hopes in her to keep their grade from getting upstaged. They rallied around Tiffany while Alice and Hanna made up for the miniscule size of Lucy's fan club by cheering as loudly as they could.

Everyone was so absorbed in the contest and trying to out-cheer each other that no one noticed when the hallway doors silently opened behind them, and three handsome Junior ROTC members came into the room. Even though they were well-trained and remained at attention with their eyes fixed on the horizon I have to assume they were all straining the limits of their peripheral vision to catch glimpses of the cluster of cute cheerleaders off to their right. Only the throng of supporters gathered around kept them from seeing Lucy and the other girls as they entered the room.

The little soldiers marched forward in formation until they came to the center of the room and waited for Rooster to acknowledge them. While the crowd had their backs turned to the boys, Lucy could now see them clearly. She did not react, though. Well, that's not entirely accurate. Her eyes did bulge, and her face turned even more red than it had been from being upside-down for several minutes. Perhaps she thought, if she stayed perfectly still, they wouldn't notice her. Or maybe it was just so embarrassing that her brain refused to accept the fact that three boys were about to know her every naked secret.

Tiffany also noticed their little formation marching forward into view and coming to a halt in the middle of the room. Suri would have had a clear angle, but her eyes were closed in a concentration bordering on meditation.

The next few seconds became rather hectic with many things happening in quick succession or at once. Tiffany, seeing three young men with rich, dark skin and matching, athletic builds, was caught in an extremely compromising position with her matching bra and panties exposed. She sucked in her breath intending to let out a scream, but the pooled saliva in the roof of her mouth was sucked up the wrong pipe. With her scream caught in her throat, she started to choke. The spectators gasped as she collapsed in a fit of coughing with her legs splayed in an awkward and exceptionally unladylike pose.

The handsome boys stood in a perfect line, oldest to youngest, and were dressed in matching cargo pants and green army shirts. Unlike real soldiers, they were not required to keep their hair short. The tallest, who appeared to be in his mid-teens, had a shaved head. He stood at the front of the line holding an American flag that had been folded up into a triangle. The second had a small, neatly trimmed Afro and an expressive face with eyes that squinted along with his confident smile. He knew he was good-looking and didn't mind strutting his stuff in front of a bunch of teenage girls like he had been doing earlier while mowing.

The last in formation was shorter and younger, probably ten or eleven. When he heard the commotion caused by Tiffany's collapse, he couldn't maintain his discipline and turned his head to investigate, but more to hopefully catch a memorable glimpse of the cluster of excited girls. Seeing an adorable, completely naked blonde girl standing on her head against the wall proved to be way more memorable, though.

Lucy felt his wide eyes roaming up and down her bare body but refused to shift her own gaze for fear of making eye contact with him. Instead, she stared straight ahead, frozen in her humiliation while he absorbed every inch of her. Her only reaction was to pull her lips tight into a strained line and furrow her brown under her own wide eyes. The other girls probably just interpreted her new look of distress as the contest beginning to take its physical toll.

The third boy didn't completely break formation, but he did dare to lean forward slightly and whisper something to the boy in front of him. Upon hearing his younger relative, I'm not sure if he was a brother or cousin, the middle kid, who was a few years older, checked to make sure Rooster had his back turned then took his own quick glance at the pack of girls.

Just then, Suri opened her eyes to see what the commotion was all about. Realizing that she was flashing her panties in front of three boys, two of which were looking in her direction, she naturally did what any girl should have done. She curled up into a ball and rushed to make herself more modest. Unlike Tiffany, her lungs did not fail her, and she did manage to let out a scream without choking. Reacting to Suri's scream, several girls turned around and finally saw the boys. That prompted many to add their own voices to a growing chorus of high-pitched distress.

Oblivious Coach Easterling was probably the last to catch on. As you might guess, she was not happy and found the whole thing highly irregular. She confronted Rooster and insisted he remove the boys from the premises immediately. He did apologize but explained they were only doing what they did every week, presenting the colors to him before they left.

In the midst of it all, my naked sister stood upside-down against the wall like she had been stuck there as a humiliating punishment by some wicked witch. With her arms braced against the floor, her blushing breasts and pointy pink nipples were completely exposed to anyone who cared to look. And by now, all three boys were openly staring at her treasures. Her bare torso featured an all-over tan that could only have come from repeated outdoor exposure without any clothes on. I can personally attest that her summer had certainly included more than a few nude outdoor activities.

Her trim, narrow waist sloped elegantly upward into rounded hips before curving back inward where her pale thighs began. In the center, the swelling mound of her bald pussy twinkled in the open air like morning dew. Her tingling puffy lips were parted just enough to betray the intimate glowing warmth of her little factory preparing itself to make some diamonds. Her two strong, well-sculpted legs extended upward from there in parallel before diminishing into a rather sexy pair of ankles. Lastly, her bare feet strained toward the sky, swaying only the slightest bit like a delicate plant whose stalk is being blown by a gentle breeze.

At the very tip of her body, her ten petite little toes formed two matching high points in the air. I had my preferences when it came to the coloring of her toenails. A nice, bubblegum pink tended to coordinate quite well with certain other parts of her. But I'm sure the boys didn't mind seeing her in the appropriately named "nude" shade she had put on before she left for camp.

Even though it was over in less than a minute, it must have felt like an eternity standing there on her head with her whole body exposed while Coach Easterling tried to get the boys out of the room. They refused to even acknowledge her and only started moving after the oldest had handed over the flag and Rooster ordered a "forward march".

Having officially won the contest, she collapsed to the ground as soon as the boys were gone. She may have survived the brief encounter with them, but was shaken to her core. And she hadn't even begun to face her real ordeal yet.

[fuwafuwataimu]

What a treat - two chapters in less than a week!

I loved hearing about Lucy being the most exposed girl there and yet the most resistant to the gazes of the young men. Embarrassed, but letting them look. Still, after a naked visit to the mall, I think those three lovely gentlemen are going to be something of a distant memory!

Oh, and about the portrait of someone who mysteriously resembles Mikey ending up in the girls' locker room: Would Mikey really feel that embarrassed about such an occurrence? Or perhaps he'd consider it good advertising for his... services. If the girls were to find out who had inspired such artistry in Lucy

[student]

Taps is the wrong bugle call, the retreat ceremony plays To the Colors:

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