Campus walk dare (rework)

[ozavgar]

Chapter 1

All she could hear was her own blood, pounding. Thud-thud-thud. She sat at the table, staring at the cards. Sara squared the deck. She was smiling.

“You lost, Annie,” Sara announced.

The girls were eating it up. Anna hadn’t moved. She was gripping the edge of the table like it might save her. Stupid. Why did she say yes? Why had she taken the bet? Sara’s crowd was at the beating heart of campus social life, and Anna had been desperate to break into their circle. Now she’d lost the wager and owed them a forfeit. Sara finally tucked the cards back into their box.

Anna looked at Sara. Please. Please don’t.

“Can’t we just - I don’t know - something else?” Her voice barely held. “I’ll do your papers. Get your pizza. Clean your rooms...”

Back out - and by tomorrow she’d be the girl who couldn’t keep a bet. Sara would see to that. She always did. She’d be done. Socially dead. Sara grinned.

“That’s boring. But the little show you’re going to put on? That’ll be a riot. Chin up - you’ll be the talk of the campus!”

She leaned forward. “Tomorrow morning you walk to the square in a towel. And you do whatever we say.”

Her stomach clenched. The campus square. In broad daylight. The place was always crawling with students. She thought she might throw up.

“But... there’ll be so many people,” Anna said. Sara didn’t blink.

Jess leaned back in her chair, smirking.

“That’s the whole point, silly. The football guys might be out on the field. Now that would be something. You’ll have fans lining up.”

Lauren rolled her eyes.

“Oh, relax. It’s just a bet. Stuff like this happens on campus all the time - and worse.”

Anna’s mind raced.

“What if the towel falls off? I need something to hold it in place.”

Sara tilted her head.

“Hold it how?”

“I don’t know... somehow! So it stays on properly.”

“Are you already trying to weasel out?” Jess scoffed.

“No! I’m just... scared,” Anna mumbled.

“Well, what did you expect? That’s what makes it a real dare!” Sara exclaimed.

She scanned the table and fished several heavy binder clips out of the box.

“Here, these’ll do. We’ll clamp the towel with them. The springs are really stiff - they shouldn’t pop off. Then again... maybe they will. That’s part of the thrill!”

Anna looked at the clips. They wouldn’t change a thing and she knew it. She tried to say something - but Sara was already gone, the others right behind her.

“You’ll be fine. Might even like it,” Sara called back, and winked.

The door slammed. Anna sat there. The clips lay on the table in front of her.

* * *

She didn’t remember falling asleep. Maybe she hadn’t. Light in the curtains. Morning already. She’d been staring at the ceiling for hours. Someone started a shower next door. An ordinary morning. For everyone but her.

T-shirt, skirt, sandals. Her hands shook the whole time. Damn. How was she even supposed to change? Holding a towel with one hand while wrestling off clothes with the other - impossible. One move and the towel’s gone. She stood there too long. Then made herself start. T-shirt first. Pulled it over her head, slow. Then the bra. She reached back for the clasp. Straps off her shoulders - gone. She looked at the mirror without thinking. Breasts out, nothing covering them. She turned away fast - face burning. God. She didn’t do this even at home.

Last - the panties. She bit her lip, thumbs under the waistband, and pulled down. The fabric slid down - hips, knees, floor. She stepped out of them and froze.

Completely naked.

The air touched everything. Her stomach, her thighs, the space between them. She’d never felt so much of her own skin at once.

Her eyes darted to the mirror on their own - and she saw herself. All of herself. Bare shoulders, breasts, stomach, the dark patch of hair between her thighs, the slit of her pussy barely hidden beneath it... She expected shame. Shame came. But underneath it, her nipples had already tightened - from the cold, she told herself. Just the cold. She jerked her eyes away - but the picture was already there. If the towel goes - that’s what they’ll see.

“What the hell am I doing?”

The phone buzzed. Sara.

Ready?

Her fingers hovered over the screen. “No,” she typed. Deleted it. “Give me one more minute.” Deleted it. She sent a smiley and a thumbs-up. It looked pathetic.

Back into the T-shirt and skirt. Bra and panties stayed on the bed.

Twenty paces to the elevator. Anna walked as though heading to her own execution. Under the skirt - nothing. Every step let the draft from the vent slide up between her thighs and press against her bare pussy. Uninvited. Obscene. And her body responded - a flicker of heat she refused to acknowledge. She walked faster. She caught herself in the elevator doors - white face, tight mouth. Her nipples showed through the T-shirt. She immediately crossed her arms over her chest, trying to cover up.

Doors opened. Jake from her study group. Of all people. She saw his eyes go to her chest. Then lower. He caught himself a second too late.

“Um... You... okay? You don’t look so great.”

She got in. Couldn’t speak.

“Well...” She tried to smile. “I have to go through with a little bet. A bit nervous, is all.”

Jake’s face softened for a second.

“Riiight, okay...” He hit the close button and turned to the panel - very deliberately watching the numbers.

Anna pressed into the wall. Her cheeks were on fire. The doors opened again on the ground floor. She stopped at the glass entrance of the dorm and peered outside.

Please let them not be there. Please let this all be a dream.

No such luck. Sara and the others - right there on the steps, coffee in hand. Lauren was on her phone.

Sara saw her. Waved.

“Well then - let’s get this show on the road!”

Anna froze behind the glass. Maybe I could say I feel sick? Or just bolt? Why did I even come downstairs?

Sara swung the door open and hauled Anna outside.

“Wait, hold on... Where’s the towel? Let me go back and change,” Anna blurted, digging in her heels.

“Nope. The challenge has begun. You’re changing right here.”

“Yep,” Mia agreed. “We’ve been waiting long enough.”

Lauren finally looked up from her phone.

“Exactly. Don’t be such a pushover.”

She pressed the towel to her chest. Getting the T-shirt off with one hand - almost impossible. Nothing between her and everyone except a towel.

Mia rose from the steps and walked over.

“Well? Come on, strip.”

Her fingers wouldn’t work. She fumbled with the skirt. It dropped. The morning air hit her bare ass. A second later she felt it between her legs too - cold on her labia, shockingly intimate. Lauren was right behind her. Nothing under the skirt - she saw everything.

“Well, well. Came prepared, did we?” she remarked with an astonished smirk. “Walking around with your bare ass out? No bra either?”

Towel against her chest, she yanked at the sleeves. If it slips - that’s it. Everything out. Sara stepped behind her, gathered the edges, and pulled the towel taut.

“First clip... right here - just below the waist. Too low and it’ll fall off the second you try to walk.”

She snapped on the first clip. Click. Anna flinched. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. The clips seemed to hold, but she didn’t trust them. One sharp turn, one stumble - and they’d fly off.

“All set.” Sara stepped back to admire her handiwork. “Everything’s in place. Time to move.”

Anna stood stock-still, frozen.

What if they pop off? What if…

“First rule, sunshine: under no circumstances do you touch the towel. Now walk straight past the library. Wave and shout ‘Hi!’ to the first person who comes out - loud enough for them to hear,” Sara instructed, tucking the skirt and T-shirt into a large gym bag.

Sara gave her a gentle push.

“Go on, get moving. Don’t keep your audience waiting. The show starts now.”

She stepped forward. Her heart wouldn’t shut up.

This was not a dream.

Before her lay the campus, full of students.

[ozavgar]

Chapter 2

Wind hit her bare legs the moment she stepped outside - cold, mean, not yet warmed by the sun. Campus was half-asleep still. A few students on benches, thumbing through phones; the rest drifting toward lecture halls. Heads turned. Someone smirked. Someone pointed. A phone went up - then another.

The towel sat under her arms, and her shoulders were bare - she wasn’t used to that. It made the shiver worse. Cold or nerves - hard to tell anymore. Tiny steps. Ridiculous, shuffling little steps, because anything wider and the towel would go. She stared straight ahead at nothing - eyes glassy, not really seeing. Past the small park where a handful of early birds tried to squeeze in a few pages of reading or grab a bite before class, past the library, toward the square. Of course Sara’s friends had planned the route through the busiest parts of campus. But it was early - not many people yet. That was the only mercy. The towel’s flaps kept splitting apart behind her with every step, and she didn’t want to know what was showing. The clips creaked against the stiff new fabric - tiny sounds, but each one crawled across her skin.

She would have happily sunk through the ground right there. The first people she encountered were morning joggers. They whooped as they passed, flashing thumbs-up signs. The library’s glass threw her reflection back at her - some half-naked girl shuffling along, barely moving. Behind her, the others trailed close. Whispering. Giggling. And between steps, a warm flutter stirred low in her belly - lower. Between her legs. A soft, treacherous throb right against her pussy. Faint, but there. Not from the cold. People were looking at her - and her body was responding. Her body doing its own thing - no permission asked. Her hands just hung there, nails gouging into her palms. Don’t think about slipping. Don’t. She thought about nothing else. Every step split the towel’s lower corners apart. Every gust made it worse. And each new gust made her flinch.

She glanced down. Her nipples - right there, poking through the fabric, obvious. Cold, nerves - did it matter? They were right there for anyone to see. Heat rushed to her face. She grabbed at her chest.

Sara, right behind her: “What do you think you’re doing? No touching the towel - that was the deal.”

Mia approached Anna with a sly smile.

“Put your hands down. We’ll fix things up.”

Anna let her arms drop. Mia fussed with the towel - tugged it tighter, clicked the clips back. Worse now. The fabric clung, tracing everything, and her nipples stood out sharper than before.

“There,” Mia whispered into her ear. “Perfect. Keep walking, let everyone see how they stick out, and don’t touch a thing.”

“Well, actually - why not?” Sara cut in, shouldering Mia aside. “If you want to cover up - go ahead, cover up.”

Mia stared at Sara, baffled. Anna didn’t wait for an explanation. Her hands flew up instantly.

Sara nodded.

“Now spread your fingers. That way everyone can see what a modest girl you are.”

Anna obeyed - grateful, even - and flattened her palms against the terry cloth.

“Good girl! Now press your palms against the towel and make small circles,” Sara continued, demonstrating the motion. “Nice and gentle. Right over those little nipples.”

Anna turned to stone. Sara was making her touch herself. Her arms, suddenly foreign, dropped limply to her sides.

“No...” She shook her head.

Sara stepped closer, and Anna backed away.

“You wanted to cover up,” Sara said mockingly. “See? Nothing’s showing, all covered. Just stroke yourself.”

Anna stared at her - please. People were stopping around them now. Watching. A girl in a towel - hard not to look.

Sara watched Anna intently.

“Raise your hands,” she ordered. “And rub your palms over your nipples. That’s an order.”

A ragged breath. She touched her chest - barely, the lightest press. Started moving her palms. Slow circles over the terry cloth, and underneath, her nipples stiffening against her will. She looked past people’s heads. Please. Just don’t let anyone figure it out.

“That’s it,” Sara murmured behind her. “Small movements - nobody has to notice. But harder. Faster.”

Anna obeyed. Her palms kept moving. She lost track of how long.

“Hands off,” Sara said. Anna dropped her palms.

Sara leaned in, studying her chest. “Ooh, look at those. Much better.” A pause. “Now keep going.”

Her palms kept working, and with each pass something hot crawled outward from her chest - ugly, shameful heat. Her nipples went stiff under the cloth, pressing into her palms, and for one sick second she leaned in harder - then caught herself. Pulled her hands back like she’d touched a stove. Lower down, between her legs, something pulsed. She clamped her thighs shut. Nothing. It didn’t help. No. Stop. That’s not me. She found a rooftop somewhere above the crowd and locked her eyes on it. Think about something. Anything. The exam. Groceries. That bread she forgot. But her body didn’t care what she was thinking - the warmth kept sliding down, settling between her labia, wet and undeniable. Reflex. Just a reflex. Means nothing. Her nipples said otherwise - stiff little points visible to anyone who cared to look. She could feel the dampness now. That was worse than any of it - knowing her body had betrayed her completely - her pussy swollen and wet under the towel, and she couldn’t even close her legs tight enough to hide it.

How long it lasted - a minute, two, less - she had no idea. Sara looked her over and nodded.

“Hands down, that’s enough,” she said, then turned to the others. “Girls, take a look. She did such a good job. Let’s go, Anna.”

Anna took an uncertain step, avoiding eye contact with a cluster of boys whose mouths hung open.

Sara nudged her in the back.

“Stand up straight. Stop slouching.”

Sara looked at her chest. The towel stretched tight, showing everything underneath.

“Gorgeous. Just look at them, poking right through. Practically begging to come out. Everyone can see now that you enjoy running around half-naked.”

The library building loomed ahead. Past the caution tape, stepping around puddles - and then wind, hard, catching the hem. The towel blew open to her hips - bare skin, the crease of her thigh, everything. She gasped. Her hands jumped - but she caught them in time. Behind her came laughter - not cruel, just surprised - from a boy and girl holding coffees. They were already reaching for their phones.

The library doors swung open - and her knees almost buckled. Dave. Same pressed trousers, same shirt. And those eyes - always somewhere else, like the world bored him a little. She could never hold a thought together when he sat next to her in lectures. They split a pastry once, in the café. She thought about it for the rest of the day. He’d probably forgotten before he finished his coffee. Dave looked up - and saw her. Like this. Nearly naked, in the middle of campus. Why him, of all people? Why did it have to be Dave who saw her this way?

And the worst part - she was still aroused. She could feel the slickness between her labia, obvious to her if no one else, and the thought that he might somehow know made her want to die.

She had to complete her task - wave at the first person to come out of the library. She raised her hand tentatively and began to wave.

“Higher,” Sara snapped from behind. “He needs to see you waving. And shout ‘Hi!’ - nice and loud.”

Not Dave. Anyone but Dave. But there was no way out. She forced her arm higher - swung it wide and shouted “Hi!”

“Wave harder!” Sara ordered. “Yell, smile. Make sure he hears you.”

The towel shifted, the clips strained, and one of them popped off with a click. She froze, but Sara was unmoved.

“Keep going - make sure he notices!”

Dave turned at Anna’s shout, gave a thumbs-up, and walked on toward the main building.

“A clip came off,” Anna whispered, pleading.

Sara shrugged and smiled.

“No big deal,” she said. “That’s exactly the risk we talked about.”

She nodded toward the remaining clips.

“There are still four.”

For a second Anna thought she might faint on the spot.

“Walk,” Sara commanded. “The show goes on.”

This wouldn’t end with one clip. She already knew that.

Sara continued:

“If you don’t make it to the square, the bet isn’t fulfilled. And half the campus has already seen you. Ready to throw it all away now?”

Go through all of this for nothing? She took another step forward.

But she hadn’t gone more than a few paces before she heard the next command:

“Stop!”

Anna halted. Jess and Lauren were already exchanging knowing smiles.

“I don’t think you’re meeting all the terms of the bet,” Sara said with quiet authority.

“What other terms?” Anna breathed. “I’m walking across campus in a towel. That was the deal.”

“Yes,” Sara agreed. “But you’re still wearing clothes.”

“What clothes?” Anna looked down at herself, baffled.

“The sandals,” Sara declared firmly. “Take them off. You’re going the rest of the way barefoot.”

Anna stared at her feet. Barefoot? Across campus?

“I... I can’t,” she whispered.

“You can,” Sara cut her off. “I’ll help you take them off so you don’t have to bend over.”

Without waiting for an answer, Sara crouched down. Her fingers brushed Anna’s ankle - warm against cold skin - and undid the straps. Anna stood rigid, acutely aware of Sara’s face level with her bare thighs, of how little fabric separated them.

“There,” Sara rose. “Now you really are in nothing but a towel. Step out of them.”

One foot touched the ground, then the other. She had never liked going barefoot - not at home, not in summer. And right now, after last night’s rain, puddles glinted here and there.

“Now you’re a proper Amazon,” Jess said. “Don’t hold back - march on.”

Anna looked ahead and saw where they were pointing. A gravel path wound between the bushes.

One foot hung over the gravel, the other still on concrete. She couldn’t make herself step down. Then Sara’s hand landed on her shoulder and shoved.

Stones bit into her soles immediately. She winced - kept going. No way she’d give them the satisfaction of stopping. She picked her way forward, testing each step. A jagged edge - she’d yank her foot back, arms flailing, and every time the clips shrieked. So she shrank her stride to nothing - toe first, feel for edges, then weight down. Pathetic little steps.

Sara noticed.

“At this rate we’ll never reach the square. Walk faster — your feet will get used to it.”

Step. Another step. Sara, the spectators - all gone from her head. Just the ground. Toes out, feel around, weight down only when it’s safe. But the little pebbles got her anyway, sharp bits grinding into skin that had never walked on anything rougher than carpet. And between the stones - mud. Last night’s rain had left it everywhere, cold and sticky. She aimed for dry spots, but half the time missed, and the squelch under her foot made her stomach turn.

“Nope. New plan,” Sara said, way too cheerful. “You’re going faster. It’ll actually be easier - trust me.”

Sara reached into her bag, pulled out a scarf, and before Anna could say anything - darkness. The fabric pressed against her eyelids, tight.

“No, wait - ” Too late. “How am I... how am I supposed to walk?”

Sara’s fingers - warm, firm - wrapped around her wrist. “I’ve got you. Walk.”

Sara took her place beside Anna and pulled her forward.

Now Anna couldn’t choose where to step. Her fingers clenched convulsively around Sara’s.

“Come on, faster. You’re not a snail.” Sara tugged.

One step. A stone edge drove into her sole and she yanked back - the towel slid against her back, fabric pulling loose.

“I can’t see where I’m stepping!” Her voice cracked.

“You don’t need to.” Sara was grinning - Anna could hear it. “Just follow.”

“I’ll steer. You walk.”

A harder yank - impatient now. Anna tried to pull free and Sara’s grip clamped down.

“Let go of my hand and I leave you here. Blind. Alone. In front of everyone. Got it?”

She squeezed Sara’s hand and walked. If you could call this stumbling mess walking. A stone bit into her sole - then mud, cold and soft, closing over her toes with a wet sucking noise. Disgusting. She could feel it between her toes, slick and gritty. She tried not to picture what her feet looked like. Every time she flinched, Sara’s grip tightened and yanked her on.

Then her wet foot skidded off a flat stone. Anna yelped, arms flailing, and in that instant came a sharp snap. Another clip gone. She stood there blind, barefoot in the mud, and thought: three left. Just three.

[ozavgar]

Chapter 3

Cold air hit her back, and behind her one of the girls let out a snort.

“Oh, Annie, we can see your whole back now - nice spine, by the way,” Mia called out. “Three clips left. Towel's barely hanging on.”

The towel swung from three points now. The fabric kept slapping her spine whenever a gust came through. Loose. Unreliable. It had already decided to leave - the rest was just timing.

“Don't stop.” Sara yanked her forward. “One clip. That's nothing. You're not bailing over one clip.”

“Want to hear something fun?” Sara dropped her voice low. “The bushes are gone. Nothing between you and the open quad. Want to guess who might be watching? Dorm windows are right there. And there's a guy with a lawnmower on the far side of the field - but hey, you can't look, so who knows.”

Goosebumps broke out down Anna's arms - and not from cold this time. She made a grab for the towel. Too slow - Sara already had her wrist and wrenched her forward.

“Walk. Maybe nobody's paying attention.” Sara kept dragging her along the cracked path. “Or maybe everybody is. You'll never know. We can see just fine, though.”

Eyes on her back. She couldn't stop picturing it - people she knew, smirking, nudging each other, phones already out. Her stomach went tight. But underneath the dread something else sat, lower, a pull right between her hips. She shoved the thought down. Didn't work. Her pussy clenched anyway - one hard involuntary squeeze - and the heat hit her face before she could stop it. Her head said no. Everything below her waist disagreed.

Anna's bare foot went straight into an ice-cold puddle. She jerked - from the shock of it, and from a spike of something warm that had no business being there. Teeth into her lower lip, hard. Metal taste. She tried to think about anything else. Thursday's exam. The bread she forgot to buy yesterday. Useless. Her nipples were scraping against the terry cloth with every step and she could feel each one.

Sara stopped walking. “Halt!”

Anna's toes found spongy ground - wet earth, no gravel. She curled them into it.

“No more stones,” Sara said. “See? Walking barefoot isn't so bad.”

“Those cheeks though - awfully pink. And I don't mean the ones up here.” Sara tapped her own face.

“I'm cold.” The words came out harder than Anna meant them to. “I'm wet, I'm standing on a path in a towel. What do you expect.”

“Cold.” Sara said it slowly, tasting the word. “Sure. And your nipples - those are from the cold too, right?”

“Stop.”

“You're panting. Like you just sprinted the whole field. You've gone maybe ten feet.”

“I'm scared!” It came out cracked, too loud. “That's all it is.”

“Uh-huh. And the red blotches all over your neck and chest?” Sara walked a slow circle around her - like someone examining a piece of furniture they were thinking about buying. “That happens when a person is turned on. I think you like this, Annie. My little exhibitionist.”

“I do not like this!” Anna stepped back and her heel caught something - she nearly went down, arms spinning. “This is vile. It's - ”

“Tell that to your nipples, Annie.”

“Shut up.” “Annie.” “Shut up!” She slammed her bare foot down against the dirt. “Just take the blindfold off already.”

“One second. I will. But first - ” A zipper ripped open on the bag. “ - let's fix that whole 'disgusted' problem. Let's make it feel good instead.”

Anna went stiff. Sounds below her - rustling, movement. Sara was already crouching, right there in front of her. Hot breath on Anna's stomach - she tried to jerk away but a hand caught her hip, hard, and shoved her thighs apart.

“Stay still. Move and the towel drops.”

Fingers slid under the towel's hem. Anna flinched at the touch - cool, deliberate, all wrong - and then something was already inside her, and something else pressed smooth and flat right against her clit. The whole thing took maybe two seconds.

Anna locked up. Her brain hadn't caught up yet. But then a low, steady hum started - vibration drilling straight through her, sharp as a current - and all the blood in her body rushed to her head at once. She shook. Pulse in her temples. In her throat. Everywhere.

“Sara - what the hell are you doing?” Barely a whisper. Between her legs the throb was getting worse every second. Her pussy kept tightening around the thing inside her - she couldn't make it stop.

Sara straightened up. Pulled the knot loose behind Anna's head.

Light flooded in - too bright, blinding. When it cleared, Sara's face was right there. Satisfied and smug.

“You're welcome,” Sara said, looking Anna over - the flushed skin, the heaving chest. “Soft grass from here. Easy walk. Nice and pleasant. Go on - step.”

Anna put her foot down and her bare sole pressed into cool, damp grass. The vibrator shifted with the motion - the part inside her rocked forward while the flat head ground against her clit from a new angle. Anna stumbled. She caught herself, took another step, and regretted it immediately. Each stride rolled her hips just enough. The smooth plastic shifted against her slick folds, found some new nerve ending, and heat flared up through her belly before she could brace for it.

Nails into her palms. Wrong. All wrong. She was half-naked, barefoot in the grass, wearing nothing but a towel held on by three clips, and this vile thing was buzzing right against her pussy while people - actual people - walked past her on every side. Eyes everywhere. She could feel them on her bare shoulders. On her legs. On the towel that barely reached mid-thigh.

She wanted to disappear. She wanted to rip the thing out and run. God - what if the towel slipped? What if someone could hear the faint buzz between her legs?

But the harder she fought the feeling, the more her lower belly pulsed, the wetter she got. The shame wasn't killing the arousal. It was feeding it. Anna knew this with a horror that sat like a stone in her chest.

This wasn't her. She knew who she was and this wasn't it. But between her legs it was hot and slick and her labia had swollen tight around the vibrator. And she kept walking anyway.

Shorter steps - she tried that. Tiny, mincing. Worse. Much worse. Her thighs pressed together with each one, and every motion ground the vibrator into her swelling clit. Her bare soles sank into wet grass and even that was too much - just the cold, just the softness of the ground against her feet. Everything was too much.

Sara walked alongside, watching the way you watch something you built. Sharp eyes. That half-smile she got when things were going exactly to plan. She'd noticed the breathing - faster now, shallow - and the shoulders locked up rigid. Anna kept going. Her steps weren't even anymore. Ragged. Stumbling.

“Something wrong, Annie?” Sara got close - that syrupy concerned voice she put on. “You're trembling all over. Cold, maybe?”

Nothing. Anna had nothing to say. Couldn't get a word past her teeth.

Sara grinned wider and grabbed Anna's shoulder, steering her left.

“This way.” She nodded toward the path where students were pouring toward the lecture hall. “More eyeballs over there.”

Anna turned where she was pointed, legs tangling, breath coming in short pulls now. Her mouth felt wrong - lips thick, blood-hot. Every step kicked heat deep into her belly. Every kick made her pussy clench harder around the vibrator, squeezing it, working against herself.

“Those faces.” Sara nodded at a couple passing them. “What do you think is going through their heads right now? Looking at you, like that?”

Anna's whole body jerked. Both of them - some guy, his girlfriend - just looking. Not even trying to be subtle about it. Her hands flew up - chest, stomach, she didn't even know what she was trying to hide. Sara caught her wrist before her hand got halfway.

“No covering up. Let them look.”

Anna's ribcage heaved. Sara pushed her closer to the crowd, hand firm on her shoulder. “See them staring?” Sara's mouth was at her ear now, breath hot. “They know there's nothing under that towel. They're looking right at your nipples.”

She squeezed her eyes shut. Her knees went. Sara grabbed her before she dropped.

“Eyes open, Annie. Smile.” Sara dug her fingers into Anna's shoulder.

A cluster of students had stopped to watch. Their eyes ran over her - bare feet, bare shoulders, the towel clinging to her chest by a few clips.

“Look at them,” Sara whispered, turning Anna's chin. “Don't you dare look away. Let them see how much you love it - walking around campus barefoot, in nothing but a towel, like this is your normal Tuesday.”

She blinked and there they were. Some kid in a gray hoodie who'd stopped walking entirely, mouth half-open. His girlfriend smacked his arm and cracked up. Her clit pulsed - one vicious throb right against the plastic - and the shock ripped upward through her ribs and didn't stop until it reached the top of her skull. She swallowed. Legs shaking. Sara was already hauling her forward, past a bench, past two people eating ice cream who turned to stare.

A gust hit from behind - hard, sudden. The towel snapped against her thighs and the back panels blew wide apart. Air rushed across her bare ass - cool, merciless.

“Well, look at that,” Sara laughed. “Wind's on our side. Everybody just got a real nice view of that ass. Go ahead - turn around and check.”

Behind her - whispering, someone laughed, shoes scuffed faster on the pavement. People hurrying for a better angle. She imagined what they saw: bare back, the dip of her waist, her hips, the towel hanging useless. Arousal crashed through her and her breath went to pieces. Soaked - her pussy was soaked, she could feel wetness starting down the inside of her thigh.

They passed the bench. The wind dropped but the towel didn't close - it hung slack, a gap showing at the back. Sara shoved her forward toward the main path.

“More people coming,” Sara said, nodding at three boys with backpacks ahead of them. “Smile. Show them what a confident, free girl looks like.”

Anna walked. Between her legs there was no pretending anymore - she was drenched. Her breath kept catching. Nipples aching, stiff, pressed into the fabric so hard it felt like a burn. Wind again - hem lifting - and heads turned. One of the boys grinned, his eyes sliding down.

Anna broke. Her hands moved on their own - grabbed the towel edges, mashed them flat against her thighs.

“Oh, modesty now?” Sara peeled Anna's fingers off, grip like iron. “Who told you to cover up? But fine - since you're so desperate, I'll help. The scarf again.”

Sara pulled out the scarf that had served as the blindfold. She wrapped it around Anna's hips over the towel, knotted it hard on one side.

“There. Sealed shut. Nothing's blowing open.” She stepped back to look. “Let go of the towel. See?”

Anna pried her fingers off the towel's edges. The scarf held the panels together. For a second - maybe two - relief washed through her. She almost felt grateful. No one would see her bare ass anymore.

But the relief lasted exactly one breath.

That scarf. So tight she couldn't breathe. The vibrator - jammed flush against her clit now, nowhere to go. Not a millimeter of space. The fabric pressed her labia together around it like a fist, locking the whole thing in place. No movement. None. The plastic sat there, wedged, not going anywhere. And she was so wet she could feel every single ridge of the thing - every bump - ground into the swollen mess between her legs.

“Walk,” Sara said.

Anna took one step. Her hips moved and the taut scarf drove the vibrator harder against her clit. Second step - she bit back a moan. Third - between her legs everything was hot and slick and on fire.

The design clicked in her head with terrible clarity.

Sara hadn't protected her from the wind. Sara had turned Anna's own body into a trap.

“What's that look, Annie?” Sara was right beside her, studying her face. “Towel's secure, wind can't get you. Why the blush? Here - ” She reached over. Tugged the scarf higher. Seated it right on the vibrator. Pulled the knot tighter.

She bit down so hard something cracked in her molar. She took another step. Her bare sole pressed into soft grass while deep in her belly the pulsing was so strong her vision went gray at the edges. The scarf had the vibrator in a vise; every step was its own exquisite little hell. Her breath tore apart. Her toes dug into the dirt. She was gripping the earth with her feet like that would help. It didn't help. She walked. Every stride cost her more. The edge kept getting closer and the distance between her and losing it completely was shrinking with every step.

Sara kept pace. That cold, measuring stare.

“Better,” she said. “You actually look decent now. Almost modest. But you're crawling - pick it up, you don't want to be out here all afternoon. No stones, remember?”

Anna lengthened her stride because Sara told her to and because she couldn't think clearly enough to refuse. But every wider step only pressed the vibrator harder into her swollen pussy. The thing kept finding new spots - sliding along her folds, catching on a nerve she didn't know existed, then another one, then worse.

Mia and Jess hadn't shut up back there. They were loving this - watching Anna's hands shake, watching the stiff way she held her back, watching that little hitch her hips did at every step. Jess had her phone up.

“Oh, Anna, your face is bright red.” Mia caught up and walked right alongside, looking at her - really looking. At her expression. At the way her body was moving. “Huh. She doesn't hate this.”

Lauren caught up on the other side. “Hate it? Look at her thighs. She's wet, Mia. That's not sweat.”

Anna fixed her eyes on the path and said nothing. Her jaw hurt from clenching. The vibrator kept humming. The shame and the heat had merged into one thing and she couldn't remember when that happened.

“Enough.” Anna exhaled. Her voice was shaking, barely there. “Take the scarf off. Please.”

Jess let out a squeal. “Oh, she wants to strip!”

Sara came closer. Her fingertips grazed the scarf at Anna's hip.

“Take the scarf off?” Head tilted. That fake puzzled look she did so well. “Why? You wanted to be covered. Unless...” A pause. Her eyes glinted. “You want to take things off?”

“No! I'm not - ” A pulse hit and Anna choked on her own words. “You know exactly why.”

“Know what?” Sara spread her hands, all innocence. “That you want to hike the towel up and flash everyone? Weird choice, but who am I to judge.”

“Stop!” Anna grabbed Sara's arm. “You did this on purpose - you tied it so the - ”

“So the what?” Sara's eyes went wide. “Go on. Finish. Out loud. Right here, with all these people listening.”

“I... I can't - ” She choked.

“Scarf stays, or your bare ass is out. Pick one.”

Anna shut her eyes. Both options ran through her head at once - the scarf grinding the vibrator into her clit with every step, her swollen pussy clenching and clenching with nowhere to go - or her naked backside on display for every person walking by. Her knees buckled again. If the scarf stayed, she was going to come. Right here. In front of everyone. On this path, on the grass, where anyone could see her face when it happened. That would be worse. That would be the end of her.

“Take it off,” she forced out.

Sara yanked the knot loose in one pull.

“Suit yourself, little nudist. I figured you'd go that way.”

The pressure vanished and Anna let out a sound that was half gasp, half sob. Sara didn't waste a second - she was already behind Anna, hands busy. Rolling the towel's lower edge up, tucking it in. When she stepped back Anna's ass was completely bare.

“Exactly what you asked for.” Sara looked at her work. “Wind did it. Nobody'll think twice. Walk.”

Mia and Jess snickered behind her.

Anna felt the air on her bare cheeks - cool, constant. She dropped her head and walked. Her soles pressed into wet grass and the ground was soft and cold under her feet.

The vibrator was free again. Without the scarf it rocked loose with each step - brushed her clit, pulled back, brushed, pulled back. No more crushing pressure. Just these light, feathery little touches. Enough to keep her wet. Enough to keep every nerve in her body lit up. Not enough to tip her over. Anna hung right on that edge, and each step tightened the ache in her belly by one more notch without ever letting it break.

“God, that ass.” Mia, from behind. “Like a peach. Think that guy on the bench got the full view?”

“Oh, definitely,” Jess snorted. “He about snapped his neck when we walked past. Annie, you've got a fan. Well - your backside does, anyway.”

Wet grass gave under her feet. Wind played between her bare cheeks and she could see people turning to look, their stares trailing behind her like a wake.

“Group coming up behind us,” Mia murmured. “Three guys. Walking faster now. They noticed.”

Nothing let up. Nothing cooled down. Then she felt it - a single drop, sliding. Down her inner thigh. Warm. Slow. It made it halfway to her knee before the wind caught it and she wanted to scream.

Sara's lips. Right at her ear, close enough that Anna could feel the heat of her mouth.

“Everyone's looking.” A whisper. “Feel it? Every pair of eyes - on your back, on your legs, on everything the towel doesn't cover.” Her voice dropped. “And you're still walking. You could have stopped ages ago.”

[ozavgar]

Chapter 4

She walked. How long - she had no idea. Sara's whisper still sat in her ear but the words had dissolved. Just the grass under her feet, the buzz between her legs, and the feeling that she was one step away from something she couldn't come back from. Vibrator still going. Every stride pushed it against her clit. She'd given up pretending she couldn't feel it.

“Hey, little miss modest - hold up.”

Jess grabbed Anna's elbow. Fingers dug in hard enough to leave marks. Behind them Sara clicked something in her pocket and the buzzing stopped. The relief was instant - and useless. The arousal sat right where it was, thick and heavy between her legs, going nowhere.

Sara walked over.

“What is it, Jess? Think it's time?”

Jess looked at Anna's legs. They were shaking. She grinned.

“Yeah. Let's make this interesting. Annie - we've got something else for you.”

Anna breathed out. Stared at them. Nothing good ever came out of that look on Jess's face.

“Put those hands up. Behind your head. Now.”

She did it. Fingers laced together at the back of her skull. What choice did she have.

Jess dug into the bag. Rummaged. Found what she was after. Two enormous feather pom-poms - cheerleader stuff, bright and ridiculous. She held them up like trophies. The look on her face - Sara burst out laughing.

“Where did you even find those?”

“Craft store. Three weeks ago. Been waiting.”

“What... what are you - ”

“Shh.”

Jess stepped in close. Her fingers went under Anna's arm - thread looping around the feathery ball, tying it in place. Sara took the other side. When they stepped back the pom-poms hung beneath Anna's arms, light, stupid-looking, swaying in the wind.

Anna's teeth found her lower lip. If she moved her arms even a little those things would brush against her skin. She could already feel the feathers just barely not touching.

“God,” Jess said. “It looks ridiculous. Perfect.”

Sara studied her. That look - the one where she was already three steps ahead and just waiting for everyone else to catch up.

“You know what your problem is, Annie? You keep almost letting go and then you pull yourself back.” She reached for one of the clips on the towel, tugged it, repositioned it. The fabric went taut against Anna's chest. “There. Better.”

“But - ” Jess's eyes lit up. “One more thing.”

Another piece of thread. She wound it around Anna's wrists - tight - locking them behind her head. The other end she pulled down and tied to one of the clips on the towel.

“Now walk. And try - really try - not to move your arms.” Jess was almost bouncing.

Anna swallowed against a dry throat. She nodded.

“Fine. Let's go.”

Jess spun around and walked. Sara fell in behind her. Anna made herself take a step - hands shaking behind her head, those fluffy things swaying, barely touching. A gust hit and the feathers caught it.

Anna yelped. The pom-poms dragged across the hollows of her underarms - light, unbearable, like a hundred fingertips all at once. She tried to hold still. Impossible. Her whole body snapped sideways - involuntary, animal - and this horrible laugh came blasting out before she could do anything about it.

“Aah!” Arms went everywhere. The feathers caught her right in the worst spot - dead center of both armpits at once. She locked up. Every muscle from her shoulders down to her fingers - rigid. Don't move. Don't give the feathers anything.

Forward. Staggering. Laughing - no, not laughing, something worse. The giggles came out tangled with sobs. Her eyes were wet. The thread connecting her wrists to the towel pulled tight and she felt the clip strain. One good yank and it was gone.

Sara strolled alongside. That lazy half-smile.

“Some walk you've got there. Pure entertainment. You laughing at yourself too, Annie?”

Anna shook her head - which dragged the downy feathers across her armpits all over again. She folded in half. Gasping. The sound coming out of her wasn't really a laugh anymore - more like choking.

“N-no... St-ha-ha-op... this is - I can't - ”

“Funny as hell, actually. Look - people are turning around. You're making their whole morning.”

Jess snorted somewhere behind. Sara moved in close to Anna - who was still twitching, still half-bent - and pulled out a small remote.

“Something's missing, though. For the full experience.” She turned the remote over in her fingers. “A little pleasure on top. See if you can tell the difference - laughing or moaning. Should be interesting.”

Sara pressed the button.

The gasp and the giggle came out at the same time and Anna couldn't separate them. The vibrator - wedged between her folds, pressed right on her clit - kicked back on. Hard. After twenty minutes on the edge her body had nowhere to go but forward. Her labia clamped down on the thing. She was drenched - had been for a while, but with the vibrator back on she felt it fresh, wetness spreading, her pussy clenching around the shaft, her clit swelling against the flat plastic head all over again. And the noise that came out of her - she didn't recognize it. Not laughing. Not moaning. Some third thing that shouldn't exist.

Feathers first. Her arms twitched before she could stop them. That one twitch shifted the vibrator. Both sensations hit at once and her body couldn't file them into any category it knew - laugh, moan, stop, go. It just shook. All of it at the same time.

“Walk, Anna. You can't just stand here.”

“I... I c-can't...”

“Yeah you can.”

Wind again. The feathers went wild under her arms. Anna shrieked - torso wrenching sideways - and in the exact same breath a moan tore out of her because the plastic had shifted against her clit. Whatever was coming out of her mouth wouldn't stop. Laughter? Maybe. Her abs were on fire from it. Her face was soaked. And under all of it - under the giggling, under the gasping, under every jerky step she took - she was right there. The edge. Her pussy had been clenching in these slow involuntary waves for the last five minutes, squeezing the vibrator, releasing, squeezing harder. Her clit was so swollen it hurt. Every time the feathers made her body jerk, the plastic ground into it and a fresh surge of wetness pulsed out of her.

“Girls,” Mia said, quiet. “Look at her thighs.”

“You want to flash those tits? Go ahead - pull your arms down. Nobody's going to stop you. We'd all love to see it.”

She started counting steps. Only thing she could do. One - feathers. Two - vibrator. Three - don't make a noise. Four - don't fall. Five.

Her elbows kept wanting to drop. Every time they drifted apart the thread jerked the clip. Her face was a mess. Tears, sweat - she didn't know which was which anymore.

“Ha! Look at her ass going.” Jess was practically jogging to keep up.

Sara's thumb moved on the remote. The vibration jumped - louder, deeper. The buzz went through her like a dentist's drill - she could feel it in her jaw. And between her legs, worse: wetness. Sliding down. Warm trails on the insides of both thighs.

“Please... turn it off...” The words barely got out before another wave of tickling ripped through her. Feathers on skin. Her back arched. She kept walking because she didn't know how to stop. Her knees had quit on her at some point - she only realized it now.

Then the wind came hard. A long gust. The feathers under Anna's arms went berserk - fluttering, dragging, stroking everything they could reach. She lost it. Her body buckled - one huge convulsion of laughter - and her arms wrenched free. The thread snapped tight. The clip popped off the towel with a metallic ping and spun away across the pavement. The top of the towel dropped.

Her chest. Bare. Right there. Skin and breasts and nipples - swollen, aching, hard - out in the open air.

Anna tore the thread off her wrists and grabbed for the fabric. Sara was faster.

“Don't touch it.”

Anna stopped. Stood there. Under those stares - Sara's, Jess's, Mia's, Lauren's, and every stranger who'd turned to look - she let her arms drop.

Cold air on her breasts. On her nipples. Immediate, sharp. Lauren, somewhere to her left, said nothing - just looked, then looked away. That was almost worse than the comments. And under the cold, under the humiliation of standing here with her chest out while people walked past - the vibrator was still going. Pressed against her clit, humming, steady, and her body didn't give a damn about shame or cold or any of it.

I should run, she thought.

She didn't move.

[ozavgar]

Chapter 5

Two hundred yards. Maybe less. The square was right there. More people now - students, somebody's professor with a briefcase, a woman balancing two coffees. They looked at her. At her chest, where the towel had slipped low enough that there wasn't much left to imagine. Some of them looked away. Some didn't.

Vibrator. Still going. She locked her jaw. There was a moan in there, right behind her teeth, pushing. She kept her mouth shut.

She was ashamed. She was also - and this was the part that didn't make any sense - not entirely unhappy. Both at once. She had no idea what that meant about her.

“Not coming yet?” Sara tossed out.

Anna said nothing. Every scrap of focus she had was going to the fight between her and the thing between her legs.

“You're doing great - almost there. One more task.”

Sara stepped in. Grabbed the towel where it hung loose. Yanked it up over Anna's chest. Covered.

“Hold it.”

Anna grabbed the terry cloth and pressed it to her body. Fingers digging in. The relief was stupid and temporary and she was grateful for it anyway - that thin layer of fabric between her and everyone. But Sara was already pulling something from the bag. Water bottle.

“Let's cool you off.”

Anna didn't have time to move. Water hit the towel - cold, sudden. She gasped. Tried to step back.

“Hold still.” Sara poured. Slow. The water soaked through - cold shock against Anna's stomach, filling her navel, spilling over her hips, running down between her legs. The towel turned heavy in seconds. Sara upended the bottle and squeezed until there was nothing left.

“There. Completely covered again. Very modest.” That snort. “And since you're all covered up - ” She reached behind Anna and unsnapped the two remaining clips, one after the other. Dropped them on the ground. “No need for safety nets anymore. Just you and the fabric.”

No clips. No scarf. Nothing holding the towel except water and gravity and Anna's own hands.

“Walk.”

Sara's hand went into her pocket. The vibrator slammed on - different this time. Jagged. Aggressive. It would pulse hard, go dead for half a second, then hit again twice as bad. Her legs almost went. She looked down and - Christ. The fabric had sealed to her skin like cling wrap. Everything showed. The shape of her breasts. Her nipples - hard, obvious. Lower: the dark triangle of hair above her pussy, visible through the thin wet cloth like a shadow someone had drawn there.

She lifted her arm. Kept walking.

A dozen yards along the stone wall of the university building. Courtyard café through the arches - laughing, clattering dishes, a chair scraping tile. Normal people doing normal things. Twenty feet from her. Each step sent a jolt through her - the vibrator would scream, cut out, then come back hard enough to make her vision jump.

People were watching. Under their eyes something cracked inside her. The shame didn't go away - it was right there, hot and constant - but it had started bleeding into something else. Something she couldn't steer. She tried to focus on her feet, on the wet stone, on Mia and Jess whispering behind her. Useless. None of that mattered to whatever was happening between her legs.

Hot between her thighs. Hotter. Nipples like rocks against the cold wet fabric. She kept her teeth locked together. Not one sound. The clenching had gone on so long her temples throbbed. Shame. Vibration. Sara. All of it was in her now, deep, hitting nerves she hadn't known existed.

She fought it. Told herself this was insane. That she should feel nothing but humiliation. Fear. Nothing else. Her pulse didn't get the memo - faster now, breathing shot, the pressure low in her belly cranking tighter with no sign of letting up.

When had her toes curled? She didn't remember doing that. Her body was making calls on its own now. She hadn't been consulted.

“Arms rested enough?” Sara's voice cut through everything. “That'll do. Almost there. Hands up - wave at the people. Show them how happy you are.”

“Please...”

“Now.”

Anna let go of the towel. Raised her hand. The wet fabric, plastered flat against her skin, didn't move. It just hung there, stuck by its own weight and the water holding it in place.

The square. Getting closer. Eyes - dozens of them, it felt like - drilling into her back, her chest, everything the wet towel was showing. Sara kept pushing from behind. No breaks.

“Those two at the fountain. Wave! Faster!”

Anna jerked her arm up. The feathers under her arm woke up - swept across her skin and the tickle hit like electricity. She whimpered. Her body lurched and something came out of her - laugh? moan? - she couldn't tell, it was both, smashed together. Feathers hitting her armpits, vibrator grinding her clit, both happening at once and her body just - convulsed. She couldn't hold either one back.

The wet towel couldn't take it. No clips. Soaked. Heavy. It started sliding. Slow at first - creeping down her chest, millimeter by millimeter. Then faster.

Anna forgot everything. Her left hand shot down, grabbed the fabric just before it hit the ground.

Sara was there instantly. Cold fingers around Anna's wrist.

“Hands. I didn't say you could hold the towel.”

“It's falling - I'll be completely - ” Anna was sobbing now, the other hand clutching wet fabric to her chest.

Sara pulled Anna's hand away. The towel slid lower - top of her chest bare - but Sara caught the edge before it went further.

“Of course it's falling. You poured water on terry cloth. Physics.” Calm, ice-cold. “I'll give you a way to keep it up.”

She gathered the towel's upper edge and brought it to Anna's face.

“Open.”

Anna shook her head. Sara pushed the wet fabric between her lips anyway.

“Bite. Hard. You let go - the towel hits the ground and you're standing in the middle of the square with nothing on.”

Anna bit down. Wet cloth between her teeth. Her jaw screamed - she'd been clenching for twenty minutes straight, fighting moans, and now this. The pain was instant.

Sara went behind her. Crouched. Hands working fast - tucking the towel's lower panels inward, threading the fabric between Anna's thighs. Like a diaper. Anna felt the wet cloth drag between her legs, press against her labia, squeeze against the vibrator.

“Squeeze your knees together. You can put your arms down. Tighter. That's the only thing holding the back.”

Anna pressed her knees together. The fabric pulled tight against her crotch. The vibrator - already going - pressed harder into her clit. There was no space left between her flesh and the machine.

“Fountain. Walk.”

One step. Her legs, locked at the knee, wouldn't bend right. She shuffled - swaying, hips rocking side to side. A duck. That's what she looked like. Every tiny step dragged the wet terry cloth against her labia. Soaked fabric, heavy, rough against swollen skin. Every movement drove the vibrator in deeper. She was so wet the cloth stuck to her pussy like a second skin.

Bench. Boys. One elbowed the other. Laughing. Phone came up.

“Oh my god, the waddle,” Jess cackled from behind. “She looks like a penguin. A horny, soaking wet penguin.” Anna had a towel in her mouth - every sound she made came out as muffled nothing.

“I look like a circus act. Soaking wet, shaking, waddling with a rag in my mouth.”

And right behind that thought - heat. Shifting, climbing. The taut fabric worked like a hand between her legs, pressing with every step. Her jaw wobbled. The towel almost slipped. She bit harder.

More people. The crowd was thickening. Someone was filming. A girl in a yellow dress laughed so hard her head went back. Some guy froze mid-bite, sandwich in the air. Students from the café were leaning over the stone railing to get a better look.

Lauren appeared at her side. Hadn't said much all morning. Now she leaned in - that flat, matter-of-fact voice: “Your pupils are dilated. Your skin is flushed from your chest to your ears. And you've got something running down the inside of your thigh that definitely isn't from the water bottle. Just so you know.”

The fountain - stone basin, low rim, center of the square - ten steps away. Anna shuffled to it. Shaking all over. Between her thighs everything was pulsing and burning and clenching at once.

Sara stopped her at the edge. Something clicked in her pocket. The vibrator dropped to a new setting - low, thick, one unbroken drone that went right through Anna's pelvis. Then Sara's hand found the towel at Anna's back and pulled down. Not off - just tighter. The fabric bit into her crotch.

“Close your eyes.”

Anna closed them. Sound first - water on stone behind her, café laughter, her own pulse roaring in her skull. Then the rest. The vibrator buried inside her, buzzing against her walls. Her clit mashed into the flat plastic head of it - bloated, pulsing with her heartbeat. Wet fabric clamped between her thighs keeping it all locked in. That's all she was now. Just what she felt.

Sara's lips found her ear. Warm breath, damp, impossibly close. Anna could feel the shape of each word before the sound reached her.

“You feel it working inside you? Right now? While they're all watching?”

Anna's teeth bit into the towel. Her whole body shuddered - not from cold. Between her legs her pussy clenched hard around the vibrator, one slow involuntary squeeze, and wetness pulsed out of her and soaked into the already-ruined fabric.

“It's not going to stop. And you don't want it to. You're soaking - and that's not the water.”

“That's not true.” Her brain screaming. But her body was gone - had been gone for a while now. Her thighs were twitching in these tiny rapid spasms she couldn't control. Knees locked. Her labia were so swollen she could feel them pressing against each other around the vibrator, and every word Sara spoke slid down her spine and hit her right there - right where vibration was turning into liquid heat.

“Everyone can see you. They see you shaking. They know why.”

“Stop. Stop.” It didn't work. Hadn't worked for ten minutes. She'd known it wouldn't. She kept saying it anyway - the way you keep pumping brakes that have already failed.

The arousal climbed. It wasn't going to stop.

“She's close,” Mia said behind her, quiet, like a commentator at a nature documentary. “Look at her legs. She's going to come right here at the fountain.”

Sara watched her - not just watching, reading her. The swallow moving through Anna's throat. Her knuckles bone-white on the fountain rim. Sara's hand went into her pocket. Found the remote. Click. Full power.

The vibrator found a frequency that hit dead center. Anna's legs went. The world tilted. She grabbed the marble ledge with both hands and held on. Both thighs locked. The furnace was in her lower belly now. Inside her the vibrator found that spot - her g-spot - and just stayed there, hammering. And her clit. God. The flat head of the thing was buried in it. Every time her body shook it ground deeper. She was so swollen she could feel her own heartbeat between her legs.

“Right there.” Sara's lips on her earlobe. Breathing the words right into her. “I can see the vein in your neck. You want to come. Right here. Right now. With all of them watching.”

Anna moaned through the towel clamped in her teeth. She meant it as no. Her hips betrayed her - rolled forward on their own, grinding her pussy against the vibrator. She was clenching around it - squeeze, release, squeeze, release - and she wasn't doing it on purpose. Wetness on her inner thighs. Not drops anymore. Running.

“Your nipples are so hard you can see them through the wet cloth from across the square. Every man in this place knows what's happening between your legs right now.”

Sara went quiet. Just watched. Red blotches blooming across Anna's cheeks. The tremor in her eyelashes.

“You're dripping. Right now. And you know what - I don't give a damn what people think. Neither do you. If you did you'd have run a long time ago.”

Anna's lower lip shook. The towel jerked between her teeth. Her toes had curled against wet stone - she didn't know when. Her body had already decided and nobody had run it by her.

Sara saw the moment arrive. Anna's eyes rolling behind closed lids. Breathing shattered into short gasping sobs. Her hips trembling - fast, helpless, this stuttering little dance she had no say in. Her pussy was doing its own thing now - clenching, releasing, clenching harder. Waves. Getting tighter. The orgasm was building from the bottom of her spine and it had its own rhythm, its own pulse, and she was just along for it.

“Raise your arms. Behind your head. Slow. Very slow. And open your eyes.”

The sound that came out of Anna was raw and loud and scared even her. She shook her head.

“Arms up. Look at them. Every person watching you right now. This is what you've always wanted. Your whole life and you didn't know it.”

Her hands moved. Peeled away from her sides. Drifted up - so slow, like pushing through deep water. Elbows wide. Fingers finding each other behind her neck. Her underarms opened to the air - bare, defenseless, the wet feathers clinging to damp skin.

“Eyes open.”

She opened them. The square slammed into her - faces everywhere, mouths open, phones aimed at her like a firing squad. Everyone. Everyone could see. Her body transparent under wet cloth, shaking, her nipples visible, the dark shape of her pussy showing through, and the wetness on her thighs that she couldn't hide and had stopped trying to.

Sara's fingers slipped under Anna's raised arms. Found the pom-poms. One light stroke across the hollows of her armpits - barely a touch, almost weightless.

Enough.

The orgasm started before she could brace for it. It started at her clit - one blinding pulse - and then it was everywhere. Her jaw opened. The towel dropped.

Gone. Towel on the ground. She went down at the knees. The orgasm hit in waves. Her pussy clamped down - hard enough to hurt - and her clit spasmed against the vibrator and her whole body went. She was laughing. She was coming. Same thing. Her inner walls seized and let go and seized again. Heat flooded up through her - belly, chest, neck, face - in these big rolling surges that wouldn't stop. The fountain rim was cold against her back. The sun was very bright. People were watching. She had completely, absolutely, run out of ways to care.

Sara stood there, arms crossed. That smile - the one she wore when the world did exactly what she'd told it to. “See?” she said. Not to Anna. Not to anyone. “Knew she'd like it.”

Jess whistled low. “Holy shit. That was... I mean. Wow.”

Lauren said nothing. She was looking at Anna the way you look at a lab result that came back unexpected.

Mia just stared. Then, quietly: “She liked it. She actually liked it.”

Anna was still somewhere else. Standing. Breathing hard. Not believing it happened. Not believing she let it. Her body - which five seconds ago had been tearing itself apart - went slack. Like someone had pulled a plug. She felt like she was wearing somebody else's skin.

“Pick it up.” Sara's voice - bored. Like she was asking someone to grab a napkin off the floor.

Anna bent down. Her hands didn't work. First grab missed the towel entirely - fingers closing on air. Second try she got it. Between her legs everything still throbbed - slow fading pulses, clit swollen, too sensitive to touch, labia slick. She pressed the wet towel against herself and flinched at the contact. Cold. Unpleasant. She held it there anyway, like it could still do something. Between her legs the heat hadn't gone anywhere.

Sara turned and walked away. Didn't look back. Didn't check if Anna was following.

Anna stumbled after her. Barely keeping her feet. Body still shaking. Head full of fog. Cold water dripping off the rag and crawling down her skin, mixing with the warmth that was still there, inside, refusing to leave.

Sara got smaller ahead of her. Anna watched her go. She was waiting for the shame to come back and finish what it started. It didn't. What showed up instead was quieter. More honest. The memory of all those eyes on her - and the fact that part of her had wanted them there.

[mikewozere]

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[ozavgar]

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