campus walk dare (7/17)

[ozavgar]

Disclaimer: Hi all this is my first work. And english is not my native language. Don't be afraid to make comments and even make some amendments to the text.

Chapter 1. The bet

The room was quiet, except for the nervous pounding of my heart, so loud that I was sure Sarah could hear it from across the room. Her grin told me everything—she knew for sure that my stomach was twisted with horror.

"You've lost, Anna. Score is 5 to 1."

Sarah leaned against her desk, arms crossed over her chest, her dark eyes twinkling mischievously. Behind her, her friends Mia, Jess, and Lauren were laughing so hard that the walls shook.

I swallowed hard, gripping the edge of the bed. I shouldn't have agreed to this stupid bet. A simple card game, a few reckless attempts, and now this.

"You promised," Sarah reminded me, twirling a stray strand of hair around her finger. - Refusals are not accepted.

My face was burning. "I know, I know," I muttered, fiddling with the hem of my shirt. By refusing, I will worsen everything a million times. She's going to spread all over campus that I'm a coward and I don't keep my word.

Her smile grew even wider. "Then you know what awaits you. Tomorrow morning, you'll walk from the dorm to the center of campus in just a towel — nothing more. And you will carry out our 5 tasks."

I gave her a pleading look. "What if someone sees me?"

Jess snorted. "It's going to be fun."

Lauren leaned forward, her eyes dancing with mischief. "Think of it as... self-confidence training." The way she said it made me imagine that this demarche was the last thing that could strengthen my self-confidence.

My head was in a complete mess. I frantically tried to figure out how to get out. I seized on their words: "But the score is 5:1, right? So many tasks should I complete, correct? So you have one task to complete too!"

"Well, well, well. Are you trying to skip out?"

"Not at all! From the dorm to the center of the campus in just a towel. But! There should be five knots on the towel." I said mockingly.

"It's impossible! How can we tie 5 knots on a towel? What a nonsense!" Lauren exclaimed.

Sarah frowned and thought. Her gaze fell on the table. A smile appeared on his face. "We ll use paper clamps. Objections?"

Heck! I lost again. Still clutching my shirt in my hands, I frantically tried to think of something else, but they were already up and heading for the door.

Sarah came over and patted me on the shoulder. "You can handle it. Besides," she joked, "Who knows? Maybe you'll enjoy these thrills."

I groaned, covering my face with my hands.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains, and it was too bright for what I had to do. My palms were slick with sweat as I stood at the entrance to the dorm, wearing only a thin T-shirt, a short skirt, and sandals, an outfit that would soon be gone.

Sarah handed me a towel, plain and white, while her friends whispered in anticipation. My fingers trembled as I took it. Sarah reached into her bag and took out 5 black paper clamps with a spring.

"I'll attach the clamps myself" Sarah said with a smirk. "Five - as agreed"

With shaking hands, I wrapped the towel around myself, then hesitated. My heart started beating faster. I can't believe I'm doing this.

Mia giggled. "Come on, Anna! It's time to undress."

Clutching the towel with one hand, biting my lip, I unbuttoned my skirt, letting it fall to my feet. The cool morning air prickled my skin. Then I pulled my T-shirt over my head and found myself standing there in just a towel and sandals.

Sarah stepped forward, gathered the towel on the back of my back, and began to attach the clips. "You don't want the clamp to fall off with your first step, do you? So, the first one from below will be on the lower back." Then she attached the rest along the entire length of the towel all the way to the top. Scratching my back, they seemed terribly fragile, threatening to slip off with every breath.

"Okay," Sarah said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "It's time for you to go for a walk."

Fear immediately shot through me. What if the clamps don't hold? What if someone sees me naked?

But before I could protest, Jess handed me a sheet from her notebook.

"And here's your first extra assignment," she said, grinning.

I read — don't straighten the towel, take a longer route past the library, look ahead no matter what,
Wave to the first one who comes out of the library.

My throat is dry.

This was actually happening.

Sarah playfully pushed me towards the door. "Go on, Anna. Don't keep the campus waiting."

Taking a deep breath, I stepped outside into the dawn light, towards the bravest act of my life.

Could something go wrong?

Chapter 2: The Solution

The morning air pleasantly chilled my bare skin as I walked to the library, my sandals scraping the sidewalk with every nervous step. The towel, held together by five clips, looked like a time bomb, and the longer I moved, the more I realized how unreliable it really was. In addition, with each step I took, the ends of the towel at the bottom fell open and my ass was completely exposed.

The library doors opened up ahead, and my stomach twisted again when I saw Dave coming out of it with a cup of coffee in his hand. Oh no.

Sarah's order echoed in my head: wave to the first person you meet.

Swallowing hard, I raised my left hand—pretend to be calm, just wave quickly—but the moment my hand rose, the towel moved. My right hand moved to press the fabric, but it was too late.

I felt it — one of the clamps in the middle of my back snapped and fell off.

My breath caught in my throat, but Dave hadn't noticed it yet. He raised his coffee cup in a casual greeting, frowning slightly at my awkward pose. I forced a smile, clutching the towel tighter with my right hand.

He walked past me with a nod, and my shoulders slumped in momentary relief.

But then Sarah's voice cut through the silence.

"Stop!" she commanded.

I froze. Jess and Lauren were already grinning at each other, whispering to each other, while Sarah took out her phone, scrolling through the list of tasks.

"First of all, don't hold a towel with your hand. Keep your hands free and away from your body! And, yes, take off your sandals."

I blinked. "Wh-what?"

"You heard me," she said, cocking her head to the side. "Barefoot."

I looked down, and there was a gravel path between the buildings at my feet. It consisted of a strip of uneven stones—jagged, rough ones that would dig into my soft soles. However, I knew better than to argue. With a shaky sigh, I pulled my feet out of my sandals, wincing when my feet touched the rough concrete.

"Now go ahead," Sarah said, and her smile widened.

I hesitated for only a second before stepping onto the gravel path, and immediately regretted it.

Sharp stones dug into the soles of my feet with every step, making me feel awkward carrying my body weight. With every jump, with every wrong move, the towel moved on me, the fabric sagged dangerously.

I tried to walk slowly and carefully, to look at my feet, but Sarah forced me to raise my head, not slow down and look ahead. As a result, every time I stepped on a pebble, I swayed and my towel swayed to the beat, and shifted more and more. A step is a jerk. I stumble, clutching at the air, and OOPS, another clamp fell off. But so far I've had some luck. It was also from the middle. I suspect that Sarah purposely attached them loosely, since I couldn't reach them with my hand and check.

"Look at this," Lauren teased, "it seems like another is gone," and I realized that they were circling around me while their phones were constantly filming me. You have a very smooth spine. She giggled.

Panic gripped my chest. I was losing control. And very quickly.

Chapter 3: Forbidden Feelings

My feet ached from the gravel, and every step was accompanied by a sharp pain in my legs. The towel was barely holding on to me—there were only three clamps left, and with each unsteady movement, the fabric of the towel slapped against my back. The cool morning air brushed against my bare skin, which I definitely didn't want to show off. Humiliation burned inside me—until something else happened.

A slow, creeping warmth.

No. No way.

But the proof was undeniable—the unmistakable flutter between my legs. My face flushed even more. How could my body betray me like that?

"Stop!" Sarah's voice interrupted my thoughts.

I froze, panting, clenching my hands into fists, pressing them to my sides again in a desperate attempt to maintain at least some dignity. And then i got a slap on the cheek: "Hands from your body!"

Sarah was grinning, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she rummaged through her bag. "Time for a little make up correction," she purred - "You're a good girl, you're doing everything right, so we'll even add something to your outfit."

Before I could protest, she knelt in front of me, her fingers touching the inside of my thigh under the towel. I shuddered nervously at this, and so far I did not understand what it was leading to. Then, without warning, she pressed something small and smooth against my clit.

My breath caught in my throat.

"Sarah!"

She secured it under the towel with one last teasing touch. "Relax and enjoy yourself."

What did she just do?

A soft buzzing answered my unfinished thought.

My hips clenched involuntarily. A sudden, electric wave of pleasure shot through me.

"W-wait!" I gasped.

Sarah stepped back, holding a sleek black remote control in her hands. "Keep going," she said, pressing the button. The vibration increased.

I groaned, my legs trembled, and my face immediately turned red. But my body didn't care—the heat spread between my legs, my hips twitched from the relentless stimulation.

Mia laughed. "It looks like someone is enjoying it!"

My face was burning, but the throbbing between my thighs demanded attention. I took slow, uncertain steps, my legs trembled, CLICK! Another clamp fell down, and the towel flapped against my body in front of me in the gusts of wind, but I couldn't think about it.. Not when every step brought me new waves of pleasure.

Sarah looked in from the side and grinned. "Look at this - who has these nipples sticking out like nails? It looks like someone likes it." Another wave of shame swept over me. "Don't stop, girl. It's all good. The fun is just beginning."

And with that, she increased the vibration.

I let out a strangled sigh and stumbled forward, humiliated, defenseless, and dangerously close to cumming.

Chapter 4. Feathers and Stupidity
The vibration was relentlessly reverberating between my legs. Each step sent waves of pleasure through me, making my breathing hitch and my hips tremble. How could I still walk? The towel, now secured only at my neck and hips, seemed dangerously dangling, revealing a wonderful side view of my chest with every gust of wind and uncertain movement.

- Stop! Jess shouted.

Her voice broke through the haze of pleasure. I froze, my pulse racing, my body still tingling from the merciless touch of the vibrator.

"Put your hands behind your head," she commanded.

My stomach clenched. No. No, no, no... This meant that a new torment was about to follow.

Sarah grinned at him. "You heard her, Anna."

Swallowing hard, I forced myself to raise my trembling hands and interlace my fingers behind my head. A cool breeze brushed across my bare back and stomach, making me shiver. The buzzing between my legs didn't stop.

"We're not bastards. Also i want the show to be longer" Jess said. "I'm going to fix tight the clamps." She came over and really fixed both of them. After Jess rummaged in her bag and pulled out two huge fluffy feathers, each of which was attached to a thin dangling thread. Before I could react, she wrapped them around my armpits, and the soft feathers brushed my sensitive skin.

"Well, that's it," she said with a mischievous grin. "Just one more small addition." She said and tied a thread to my wrist and the other end to the upper clip.

"Now go. And don't give up! You'll lose your towel right away!"

I took a tentative step, then another.

A breeze blew.

The feathers fluttered wildly, brushing against my armpits.

- "Ahhh!" I burst out laughing, instinctively twitching my whole body. The tickling was unbearable—sharp, teasing bursts of sensations that made my hips squirm and my legs give out. I flexed my arm muscles, trying not to make the slightest movement.

The vibration, the feathers, the wind—it was all too much.

As I walked forward, I laughed uncontrollably to the entire campus, wriggling as the feathers tickled me, my movements becoming wilder in a desperate attempt to shake them off. To my loud laughter, puzzled faces gradually began to appear in the windows. With every jerk of my body, despite all my efforts, I also twitched my hands and felt the thread tighten and pull the clamp. I was soaked all over and sweat was streaming down my forehead and body.

"Oh," Mia sang as her phone continued to record. "Are you very hot?" Come on, Anna, there's just a little bit left, don't be afraid, Just pull harder to undress and cool off." She joked

Fortunately, the wind died down and I carefully walked on with stone hands. But then Jess perked up on the way, she saw a large puddle left after yesterday's rain. "Walk through a puddle - cool your feet."

I stepped into a puddle, the water was cold, but I kept walking. And then it happened! I slipped on the wet tile, jerked my hands and tore off the top clip. The towel fell to my waist and my breasts were exposed for all to see. My hands immediately went down in an attempt to grab the towel.

"Don't touch the towel!" - Sarah shouted.
"But you can now put hands down and rest"

Humiliation pierced me through and through, but inexplicably, It also gave me pleasure.

Every sob, every movement, every touch of the feathers and the pulsation of the vibrator pushed me closer to the edge, causing dizziness and despair. I was in a chaos of sensations—confused, excited, teetering on the edge.

Sarah leaned toward me, lowering her voice. "Keep walking, Anna. There's not much left..."

But the wild gleam in her eyes told me that "not much" meant more than just the path ahead.

It meant falling right over the edge of the abyss.

My body was like a taut wire—every inch of my body was shaking, every nerve was screaming. The center of the campus loomed ahead, but I could barely think straight. The slow, teasing pulsation of the vibrator, mixed with the maddening tickle of feathers, made me gasp, teetering on the verge of orgasm.

Then Sarah stood in front of me, her smile so sharp it could have cut glass.

"You're such a good girl," she said, and her voice dripped with fake sweetness. "I think you deserve a little... a reward." She pressed the button and the vibrator slowed down to a minimum.

Before I could react, her fingers closed around the bottom of the towel. With ease, she picked it up and ran it over my wet, sensitive skin, pressing it to my body to the very top. - "Let's cover you."

"Really?" I looked at Sarah hopefully.

Sarah reached into her bag, holding the towel, and took out a bottle of water from her bag. and she started watering the towel. The cold water instantly soaked the thin fabric. The towel clung to every curve, heavy and transparent, leaving no room for imagination. My nipples stood out against the wet cotton, and my thighs glistened. The towel immediately became cold from the wind, and goosebumps spread over my exhausted body.

"See? You're covered up again," she smiled. "I'll take this little thing for this," and unfastened the bottom clip.

"Go on," she insisted, stepping back.

I took a step and the heavy towel slipped an inch.

"Yes, and I almost forgot. Sarah added. "Put your hands up, don't lower them, smile and wave well to your audience as you walk." She pressed the button and and the vibration increased, and my knees almost buckled.

Оne more inch.

I raised my arms, waved - the feathers went over my armpits, I jerked and the towel began to slide off my breasts.

"Hands on top all the time! Wave!" Sarah shouted.

The wind blew and the feathers fluttered - I jerked again! And now the towel began its continuous slow descent from my body.

The students in the center of the campus were staring at me. The faces pressed against the windows. The phones were up. Whispers and laughter came from everywhere.

A desperate moan escaped my lips. My hands wavered and dropped to pick up the sliding fabric, and I got another hard slap on the ass. "Hands up!" Sarah clicked on the remote control, and the vibration increased, and my knees almost buckled. The feathers fluttered under my arms again, eliciting another insane laugh, and I jerked helplessly again.

Sara approach me from the back. "Oops," She purred, and ran feathers over my nipples.

I jerked last time and the towel fell, cool air rushing over my naked, wet skin. I was naked in the middle of campus! A wave of shame washed over me and at the same moment, the vibrator started working at full power.

An involuntary scream escaped my chest as the orgasm hit me—fierce, relentless waves of pleasure that turned my legs to jelly. I collapsed forward, barely able to hold on to my trembling hands as the climax crashed down on me, leaving me gasping, defenseless, humiliated in every possible way.

Silence.

Then the applause.

From the windows, from the nearby benches, even from Sarah and her grinning friends. "Wow!" "Cool!". A voice shouts, "Do it again!"

I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe.

Sarah squatted in front of me, her fingers lifting my chin.

"See?" She murmured, smiling. "I told you you'd like it."

She was not mistaken.