Dare Me - Chapter 17 - Little Sister, Big Sister (Part 4)
Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2024 3:32 pm
Dare Me - Chapter 17 - Little Sister, Big Sister (Part 4)
I could practically hear the trap snap shut on the poor, defenseless prey. I sat my pencil down and looked at her like...well, like a hunter spying a poor, defenseless prey. I saw relief on her face mixed with excitement and a little fear. Part of her was already regretting her words. But it was too late to back out now!
"Ok, fine," I said, "but first, I want you to explain why there's a naked picture of me hanging in the cheer team's locker room."
BUSTED! Her face went white, and she started blubbering excuses mixed with apologies. It was the other girls, you see, the older ones, who insisted on keeping it up. She might have won the team spirit vote at camp, but now that school had started, she was back to just being a scrub. She had no influence!
"That's a shame," I growled with a menacing grin, "because you're gonna need all the influence you can spare to complete your dare."
When I ordered her to retrieve her health textbook and bring it to me, she gave me a confused look, but left without a word. Now that her dare had officially begun, she had conditioned herself to be ready to adapt to any request, no matter how unusual or absurd. I used her absence to adjust the growing bulge in my boxers. You could say my libido had been conditioned to react to those words as well, but in a different way.
She returned shortly and placed the health textbook on my desk. I thumbed through the pages until I got to the one I had been searching for. Eureka!
"All I wanted this year was a fair chance to get a girlfriend and possibly score. But your little poster stunt has ruined my reputation with every cheerleader in our school and most of the other girls too," I explained, "so you're going to make it up to me."
I turned the book around so she could read it. Page 69 (he he, nice!) contained a box explaining the four distinct types of physical interactions experts generally grouped under the umbrella of a "sex act". It went on to briefly describe each type. The first was manual, like a hand job. It's kind of a long story, but you could say I had already come very close to experiencing one of those. The second was oral - a blowjob, if you will. The third was traditional vaginal sex. They pointed out that this was the kind that makes babies if you aren't careful. And the fourth was anal.
Pointing to the box, I laid out my objective, "you're going to help me restore my reputation by getting one of the cheerleaders to have sex with me."
She looked up at me with her mouth hanging open, scandalized by the indecent proposal, but also more than a little confused. This didn't sound like any dare I had given her in the past. But I was getting to that part. I continued, "it doesn't matter which girl or what kind of sex. I just figure this will be the quickest way to put an end to the rumors about me."
I wasn't lying about not caring which girl. Sure, I had formally ranked every single cheerleader according to her hotness and sex appeal. But honestly, there wasn't that much gap between the top and the bottom of that incredible list. I would be thrilled to lose my virginity with any of them.
Lucy opened her mouth to ask the obvious question: what did any of this have to do with her dare? But before she could speak, I cut her off with a solemn voice. "Lucy Jenkins, I dare you-"
Immediately, her eyes started fluttering. This was going to be fun!
The terms of her dare, while unorthodox, couldn't have been clearer. Deliver me a cheerleader willing to perform one of the sex acts from her health textbook. But the consequences of failure are what made the whole thing so devious. For every day she failed her assignment, she would have to expose herself to another person at school.
Unfortunately for her, even if she had a candidate in mind, the late hour made executing and completing the assignment tonight next to impossible. That meant she had to perform her first punishment task the very next day. And thanks to my advanced scouting, I had already lined one up.
It was late in the school day, Tuesday afternoon. Lucy's final period was cheer practice which she and the other cheerleaders got to count as their P.E. credit. She walked anxiously past the open door to the wood shop classroom, peering intently to make sure it was empty of students before doubling back to stand in the hallway just out of sight and gather her nerves.
The only occupant was the grizzled teacher, Mr. Frenzel. He didn't have a class for seventh period because he needed time to clean up his shop at the end of each day and put all the tools away.
I had generously given Lucy a choice between getting naked in front of a student or a teacher. Not much of a choice, really. I knew before I asked which one she would choose. As embarrassing as it may be showing your naked body off to one of the teaching staff, she would pick it any day over a student. At least the teacher wasn't likely to go blabbing about the humiliating exhibition to the whole school!
That's not to say there wasn't some risk involved. I can say from personal experience that, no matter what the circumstances, once you take your clothes off, you are vulnerable. And doing it at school could only heighten the risk. You never know how the teacher might react. They could haul you off straight to the principal's office for detention. Or worse, an unsavory individual might view it as an invitation to misbehave. Things can quickly get out of hand for a girl in such a compromising situation.
I had chosen Mr. Frenzel specifically because I had taken his introduction to woodworking class for a semester last year and had a pretty good handle on his personality. He didn't care much about academics and was only interested in his craft. But he wasn't immune to the pretty girls who passed through his classroom either. He wouldn't hesitate to get up close and personal and give his most attractive female students hands-on guidance when operating the lathe, for example.
Lucy took one last, deep breath, then sealed her fate by rushing into the classroom. She hugged the wall, stepping only a few paces into the room before coming to a stop. Looking back over her shoulder, she pretended not to notice Mr. Frenzel holding a screwdriver and making an adjustment to one of the planing tools across the room. Since the inexperienced kids couldn't be trusted around power tools, other than the lathe and a jig saw, every other tool in his class was hand operated.
Eyeing the door warily, the beautiful, unlikely intruder dropped her backpack and began to strip. Where she stood, just out of sight of the hallway but close enough to hear the students scurrying past on their way to their next class, it was understandable why she would be so intent on watching the open doorway. After kicking off her shoes and socks, she finished shedding her outer clothes and reached back to unhook her bra.
The excuse I had fed her for accidentally giving Mr. Frenzel a private strip show required her to act quickly, like she was in a hurry. Tucked away in the elective hall, his wood shop was conveniently located near the gymnasium. It was just believable enough that a harried, young cheerleader, still learning the school layout and running late for practice, might decide to use what she thought was an empty classroom as a makeshift changing room.
It didn't explain how changing in the middle of some random class was any faster than waiting until she made it safely to the locker room. Nor did it make much sense that a cheerleader would need to remove her underwear just to change into her uniform. Admittedly, the entire excuse was shaky and unlikely to hold up under intense scrutiny. But I was betting Mr. Frenzel would forget to employ his scruples once Lucy's clothes came off. I was right.
She had to pretend like she didn't know he was in there watching her undress. Even when he put down the tools and made his way around the room toward her, she forced herself not to notice the motion as her bra came down her arms to join the pile of discarded clothes on the floor and leave her topless.
Acting like she thought she was alone meant resisting the urge to cover her newly bared breasts even as she felt her bubblegum pink nipples stiffen in the open air. Instead, she simply had to keep stripping like there was no time to waste. Now, she only had one piece left to remove before she was completely naked.
Her elementary school career had included more than a few embarrassing experiences. To her credit, she had managed to make it almost a month into junior high without getting naked outside the safe confines of the locker room. Sadly, this moment would mark the end of that modesty streak.
Unable to even hesitate or risk raising suspicion, she had to rapidly peel an especially cute pair of pristine white panties, with pretty, pink trim, down those beautiful, strong legs and innocently discard them. At least her back was turned to him, so he only got to see her impressive bottom at first. The naked cheerleader then bent over and unzipped her backpack, counting silently to herself as she did so.
You would think, now that she had completed the assignment to get completely naked in front of a teacher, that she would want to get dressed again as quickly as possible. But she wasn't allowed to start putting on clothes again until she had counted down from one hundred to zero first. I made her count backward because I knew that would be harder to do in such a stressful situation and take her longer to complete. I had thought of everything! It's almost like I was getting good at this dare business.
Naked, bent over, and completely exposed, she pretended to rustle around in her backpack looking for her uniform. All the while, she recited numbers in her head as fast as she could so she could get dressed again. But it wasn't fast enough. Mr. Frenzel had enough time to make his way around the room and reach her. When she saw the shadow fall over her, she gulped knowing she couldn't pretend to ignore something as obvious as that.
"Noticing" him for the first time, she bolted upright. She didn't have to pretend to squeal in alarm. That was genuine. Then her arms and hands automatically moved to protect her most private parts, one over her puckered pussy lips and one insufficiently draped over both her breasts. They had grown too large for a mere, skinny forearm to fully contain. But then, with immense effort, she overruled her body's natural preservation instinct and forced her hands uselessly to either side. That was another tasty rule I had thrown in. No covering up until you reach zero.
Just then, the tardy bell rang out signaling that she really was late for her next class. But it was just cheer practice and Coach Easterling wasn't strict about such things. Eager to end the encounter, Lucy began counting again. Her plump little lips silently mouthed the numbers as her cheeks turned several shades redder than normal. Unable to concentrate on two things at once, she had to pause her counting again when he asked her a question.
"Excuse me, missy," he asked, unabashedly looking her bare body up and down a couple times, "would you mind explaining what's going on here?"
Using all her willpower to keep her body exposed as instructed, she delivered the excuse I had fed her just like a distressed student would.
"Yes, um, I'm sorry, s-sir. I'm a new student-I couldn't find the gym-I'm supposed to be at cheer practice right now...and...I thought this room was empty-I just needed to change real quick..."
Mr. Frenzel processing her words gave Lucy enough time to finish counting. Her task technically complete, she attempted to end the encounter right then.
"I'm sorry for bothering you," she said, scooping up her clothes and backpack and intending to flee to the nearest restroom so she could get dressed in private. But he was closer to the exit and simply slid over to fill the doorway and block her only escape route.
"Hold on, there, missy," he said, cracking a sly smile, "how do I know you're not feedin' me a load of bull hockey? If you really are a cheerleader, then you won't have any trouble proving it. Give us a little cheer, eh?" Lucy shrank back as the menacing teacher advanced on her.
He uncrossed his long arms and stretched them out toward her backpack and clothes, saying, "I can hold these for you." Don't presume him a gentleman, coming to her aid. He was clearly only removing the obstruction which was blocking the view of her budding body. The true nature of his unsavory character was revealed when he took the opportunity to cop a feel! Lucy jumped when his hands, rough as sandpaper, "accidentally" slid over the outside of her breasts as he was taking her possessions.
But looking past him, she realized something. There was an opening now! If she moved quickly, she could just slip by him and get out of the room. But where would that leave her? Stuck naked in school, huddling in some restroom while students went about their day all around her? Believe it or not, it wouldn't be the first time that had happened to her. It's kind of a long story, but something very similar had happened to her on her very last day of elementary school. Only this time, there would be no knight in shining armor coming to save the damsel in distress and bring her a dress. Also, all the developing she had done in the last six months made her even more aware of the importance of preserving her body's secrets from her fellow students.
When the leering teacher cleared his throat impatiently, she turned her attention back to him. With fleeing out of the question, her options were limited. It was wildly inappropriate for a teacher to request a student perform a naked cheer for him. But she didn't want to find out what would happen if she refused. He had every right to march her straight to the principal's office. After all, it's not like he had forced her to take her clothes off in his classroom. She was the intruder.
Lucy couldn't bear the thought of being forcibly escorted to detention her current state. How many open doorways would they pass? How many students would see her being paraded completely naked down the halls?
Her only real option was to hope he would honor his word and give her clothes back if she did what he asked and proved she really was a cheerleader. You would think, after all the naked cheers she had performed in her short career, she wouldn't be so nervous about it. But I guess it's a little different when you're performing right in front of a lecherous shop teacher.
Taking a nervous step back, the naked girl clasped her hands in front of her and forced a perky smile onto her blushing face. Clapping in time, she began a common chant, bouncing alternately on the balls of her feet with every clap and trying not to think about how much it was making her bare body jiggle with every bounce. She spun in place several times before finishing with a flourish - leaping in a near split and stretching her arms to touch her bare toes in mid-air.
Her perky smile faltered when she finished her routine and went back to just being a naked student. Luckily, Mr. Frenzel was satisfied with her humiliating performance.
"Well, missy, I can't argue with that," he grinned, dropping her things in a heap at his feet and walking away. With a chuckle, he called back, "if you ever find yourself running late again, my door's always open!"
I could practically hear the trap snap shut on the poor, defenseless prey. I sat my pencil down and looked at her like...well, like a hunter spying a poor, defenseless prey. I saw relief on her face mixed with excitement and a little fear. Part of her was already regretting her words. But it was too late to back out now!
"Ok, fine," I said, "but first, I want you to explain why there's a naked picture of me hanging in the cheer team's locker room."
BUSTED! Her face went white, and she started blubbering excuses mixed with apologies. It was the other girls, you see, the older ones, who insisted on keeping it up. She might have won the team spirit vote at camp, but now that school had started, she was back to just being a scrub. She had no influence!
"That's a shame," I growled with a menacing grin, "because you're gonna need all the influence you can spare to complete your dare."
When I ordered her to retrieve her health textbook and bring it to me, she gave me a confused look, but left without a word. Now that her dare had officially begun, she had conditioned herself to be ready to adapt to any request, no matter how unusual or absurd. I used her absence to adjust the growing bulge in my boxers. You could say my libido had been conditioned to react to those words as well, but in a different way.
She returned shortly and placed the health textbook on my desk. I thumbed through the pages until I got to the one I had been searching for. Eureka!
"All I wanted this year was a fair chance to get a girlfriend and possibly score. But your little poster stunt has ruined my reputation with every cheerleader in our school and most of the other girls too," I explained, "so you're going to make it up to me."
I turned the book around so she could read it. Page 69 (he he, nice!) contained a box explaining the four distinct types of physical interactions experts generally grouped under the umbrella of a "sex act". It went on to briefly describe each type. The first was manual, like a hand job. It's kind of a long story, but you could say I had already come very close to experiencing one of those. The second was oral - a blowjob, if you will. The third was traditional vaginal sex. They pointed out that this was the kind that makes babies if you aren't careful. And the fourth was anal.
Pointing to the box, I laid out my objective, "you're going to help me restore my reputation by getting one of the cheerleaders to have sex with me."
She looked up at me with her mouth hanging open, scandalized by the indecent proposal, but also more than a little confused. This didn't sound like any dare I had given her in the past. But I was getting to that part. I continued, "it doesn't matter which girl or what kind of sex. I just figure this will be the quickest way to put an end to the rumors about me."
I wasn't lying about not caring which girl. Sure, I had formally ranked every single cheerleader according to her hotness and sex appeal. But honestly, there wasn't that much gap between the top and the bottom of that incredible list. I would be thrilled to lose my virginity with any of them.
Lucy opened her mouth to ask the obvious question: what did any of this have to do with her dare? But before she could speak, I cut her off with a solemn voice. "Lucy Jenkins, I dare you-"
Immediately, her eyes started fluttering. This was going to be fun!
The terms of her dare, while unorthodox, couldn't have been clearer. Deliver me a cheerleader willing to perform one of the sex acts from her health textbook. But the consequences of failure are what made the whole thing so devious. For every day she failed her assignment, she would have to expose herself to another person at school.
Unfortunately for her, even if she had a candidate in mind, the late hour made executing and completing the assignment tonight next to impossible. That meant she had to perform her first punishment task the very next day. And thanks to my advanced scouting, I had already lined one up.
It was late in the school day, Tuesday afternoon. Lucy's final period was cheer practice which she and the other cheerleaders got to count as their P.E. credit. She walked anxiously past the open door to the wood shop classroom, peering intently to make sure it was empty of students before doubling back to stand in the hallway just out of sight and gather her nerves.
The only occupant was the grizzled teacher, Mr. Frenzel. He didn't have a class for seventh period because he needed time to clean up his shop at the end of each day and put all the tools away.
I had generously given Lucy a choice between getting naked in front of a student or a teacher. Not much of a choice, really. I knew before I asked which one she would choose. As embarrassing as it may be showing your naked body off to one of the teaching staff, she would pick it any day over a student. At least the teacher wasn't likely to go blabbing about the humiliating exhibition to the whole school!
That's not to say there wasn't some risk involved. I can say from personal experience that, no matter what the circumstances, once you take your clothes off, you are vulnerable. And doing it at school could only heighten the risk. You never know how the teacher might react. They could haul you off straight to the principal's office for detention. Or worse, an unsavory individual might view it as an invitation to misbehave. Things can quickly get out of hand for a girl in such a compromising situation.
I had chosen Mr. Frenzel specifically because I had taken his introduction to woodworking class for a semester last year and had a pretty good handle on his personality. He didn't care much about academics and was only interested in his craft. But he wasn't immune to the pretty girls who passed through his classroom either. He wouldn't hesitate to get up close and personal and give his most attractive female students hands-on guidance when operating the lathe, for example.
Lucy took one last, deep breath, then sealed her fate by rushing into the classroom. She hugged the wall, stepping only a few paces into the room before coming to a stop. Looking back over her shoulder, she pretended not to notice Mr. Frenzel holding a screwdriver and making an adjustment to one of the planing tools across the room. Since the inexperienced kids couldn't be trusted around power tools, other than the lathe and a jig saw, every other tool in his class was hand operated.
Eyeing the door warily, the beautiful, unlikely intruder dropped her backpack and began to strip. Where she stood, just out of sight of the hallway but close enough to hear the students scurrying past on their way to their next class, it was understandable why she would be so intent on watching the open doorway. After kicking off her shoes and socks, she finished shedding her outer clothes and reached back to unhook her bra.
The excuse I had fed her for accidentally giving Mr. Frenzel a private strip show required her to act quickly, like she was in a hurry. Tucked away in the elective hall, his wood shop was conveniently located near the gymnasium. It was just believable enough that a harried, young cheerleader, still learning the school layout and running late for practice, might decide to use what she thought was an empty classroom as a makeshift changing room.
It didn't explain how changing in the middle of some random class was any faster than waiting until she made it safely to the locker room. Nor did it make much sense that a cheerleader would need to remove her underwear just to change into her uniform. Admittedly, the entire excuse was shaky and unlikely to hold up under intense scrutiny. But I was betting Mr. Frenzel would forget to employ his scruples once Lucy's clothes came off. I was right.
She had to pretend like she didn't know he was in there watching her undress. Even when he put down the tools and made his way around the room toward her, she forced herself not to notice the motion as her bra came down her arms to join the pile of discarded clothes on the floor and leave her topless.
Acting like she thought she was alone meant resisting the urge to cover her newly bared breasts even as she felt her bubblegum pink nipples stiffen in the open air. Instead, she simply had to keep stripping like there was no time to waste. Now, she only had one piece left to remove before she was completely naked.
Her elementary school career had included more than a few embarrassing experiences. To her credit, she had managed to make it almost a month into junior high without getting naked outside the safe confines of the locker room. Sadly, this moment would mark the end of that modesty streak.
Unable to even hesitate or risk raising suspicion, she had to rapidly peel an especially cute pair of pristine white panties, with pretty, pink trim, down those beautiful, strong legs and innocently discard them. At least her back was turned to him, so he only got to see her impressive bottom at first. The naked cheerleader then bent over and unzipped her backpack, counting silently to herself as she did so.
You would think, now that she had completed the assignment to get completely naked in front of a teacher, that she would want to get dressed again as quickly as possible. But she wasn't allowed to start putting on clothes again until she had counted down from one hundred to zero first. I made her count backward because I knew that would be harder to do in such a stressful situation and take her longer to complete. I had thought of everything! It's almost like I was getting good at this dare business.
Naked, bent over, and completely exposed, she pretended to rustle around in her backpack looking for her uniform. All the while, she recited numbers in her head as fast as she could so she could get dressed again. But it wasn't fast enough. Mr. Frenzel had enough time to make his way around the room and reach her. When she saw the shadow fall over her, she gulped knowing she couldn't pretend to ignore something as obvious as that.
"Noticing" him for the first time, she bolted upright. She didn't have to pretend to squeal in alarm. That was genuine. Then her arms and hands automatically moved to protect her most private parts, one over her puckered pussy lips and one insufficiently draped over both her breasts. They had grown too large for a mere, skinny forearm to fully contain. But then, with immense effort, she overruled her body's natural preservation instinct and forced her hands uselessly to either side. That was another tasty rule I had thrown in. No covering up until you reach zero.
Just then, the tardy bell rang out signaling that she really was late for her next class. But it was just cheer practice and Coach Easterling wasn't strict about such things. Eager to end the encounter, Lucy began counting again. Her plump little lips silently mouthed the numbers as her cheeks turned several shades redder than normal. Unable to concentrate on two things at once, she had to pause her counting again when he asked her a question.
"Excuse me, missy," he asked, unabashedly looking her bare body up and down a couple times, "would you mind explaining what's going on here?"
Using all her willpower to keep her body exposed as instructed, she delivered the excuse I had fed her just like a distressed student would.
"Yes, um, I'm sorry, s-sir. I'm a new student-I couldn't find the gym-I'm supposed to be at cheer practice right now...and...I thought this room was empty-I just needed to change real quick..."
Mr. Frenzel processing her words gave Lucy enough time to finish counting. Her task technically complete, she attempted to end the encounter right then.
"I'm sorry for bothering you," she said, scooping up her clothes and backpack and intending to flee to the nearest restroom so she could get dressed in private. But he was closer to the exit and simply slid over to fill the doorway and block her only escape route.
"Hold on, there, missy," he said, cracking a sly smile, "how do I know you're not feedin' me a load of bull hockey? If you really are a cheerleader, then you won't have any trouble proving it. Give us a little cheer, eh?" Lucy shrank back as the menacing teacher advanced on her.
He uncrossed his long arms and stretched them out toward her backpack and clothes, saying, "I can hold these for you." Don't presume him a gentleman, coming to her aid. He was clearly only removing the obstruction which was blocking the view of her budding body. The true nature of his unsavory character was revealed when he took the opportunity to cop a feel! Lucy jumped when his hands, rough as sandpaper, "accidentally" slid over the outside of her breasts as he was taking her possessions.
But looking past him, she realized something. There was an opening now! If she moved quickly, she could just slip by him and get out of the room. But where would that leave her? Stuck naked in school, huddling in some restroom while students went about their day all around her? Believe it or not, it wouldn't be the first time that had happened to her. It's kind of a long story, but something very similar had happened to her on her very last day of elementary school. Only this time, there would be no knight in shining armor coming to save the damsel in distress and bring her a dress. Also, all the developing she had done in the last six months made her even more aware of the importance of preserving her body's secrets from her fellow students.
When the leering teacher cleared his throat impatiently, she turned her attention back to him. With fleeing out of the question, her options were limited. It was wildly inappropriate for a teacher to request a student perform a naked cheer for him. But she didn't want to find out what would happen if she refused. He had every right to march her straight to the principal's office. After all, it's not like he had forced her to take her clothes off in his classroom. She was the intruder.
Lucy couldn't bear the thought of being forcibly escorted to detention her current state. How many open doorways would they pass? How many students would see her being paraded completely naked down the halls?
Her only real option was to hope he would honor his word and give her clothes back if she did what he asked and proved she really was a cheerleader. You would think, after all the naked cheers she had performed in her short career, she wouldn't be so nervous about it. But I guess it's a little different when you're performing right in front of a lecherous shop teacher.
Taking a nervous step back, the naked girl clasped her hands in front of her and forced a perky smile onto her blushing face. Clapping in time, she began a common chant, bouncing alternately on the balls of her feet with every clap and trying not to think about how much it was making her bare body jiggle with every bounce. She spun in place several times before finishing with a flourish - leaping in a near split and stretching her arms to touch her bare toes in mid-air.
Her perky smile faltered when she finished her routine and went back to just being a naked student. Luckily, Mr. Frenzel was satisfied with her humiliating performance.
"Well, missy, I can't argue with that," he grinned, dropping her things in a heap at his feet and walking away. With a chuckle, he called back, "if you ever find yourself running late again, my door's always open!"
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