Rival

The new girl had been on campus less than a week, and a not-so-friendly rivalry was already developing. Andrea Drake didn’t like other girls edging in on her turf, and that was exactly what was happening, ever since Holly Glass walked into their Organic Chemistry class on Wednesday morning.

After reading the note that accompanied Holly’s new schedule, the professor muttered something about the new girl being a late transfer from another university. At first, Andrea couldn’t really be bothered. The exam was about to start and she had her GPA to think about. Holly took an empty seat on the other side of the classroom and was handed a test booklet like everyone else.

‘Good luck,’ Andrea thought.

A smirk crept across her face when she thought about how much information had been crammed into the novella-sized study guide, and how hopeless this girl’s chances were if she was just coming into the class today. This professor was one of the toughest, most exacting instructors in their nationally ranked science department. Without giving the new girl another thought, Andrea tucked a loose strand of her long, curled blond hair behind her ear and dove into the exam. When she was three-quarters of the way through, Andrea looked up and noted with surprise that the new girl was already turning in her exam.

‘Must have given up and just guessed on most of them,’ Andrea reasoned, before returning to the test at hand.

Twenty minutes later, Andrea turned in her own test and walked out of the classroom feeling confident.

After a quick lunch, Andrea headed for practice. While most girls competed in more traditional sports like volleyball or softball, Andrea was one of a half dozen girls who enjoyed the challenge of mixed discipline sports, and actively competed on the school’s pentathlon team. Imagine her surprise when the coach walked in with a new addition.

“Girls,” the coach said. “I’d like you all to meet the university’s newest pentathlete... Holly Glass.”

The girls each welcomed Holly in turn, but Andrea only offered a weak, disinterested handshake and chuckled at the girl’s choice of long, boyish running shorts and a T-shirt over the more popular option of fitted shorts and tank tops that she and the other girls wore, emblazoned with the university’s logo. Combined with her straight brown hair, Andrea found her entirely plain and uninteresting.

“Okay, everyone!” The coach yelled, blowing her whistle. “We’re circuit training today! We’ll start with the 60-meter hurdles, then move on to the high jump, the shot put, the long jump, and finish up with our 800-meter sprint. Get into your lanes!”

The whistle blasted again, prompting the girls to hurry into position.When the coach fired her starter pistol, Andrea was out of the gate like a champ, sprinting down the track and clearing the first hurdle with ease. She quickly fell into her rhythm and outpaced the other girls like she always did. But then, out of her peripheral vision, a pair of feet, then legs came into view. Holly was keeping pace with her. She was even beginning to pull ahead!

Furious, Andrea pushed ahead, willing herself to go faster. But as fast as she was, Holly was just a little faster and, for the first time all season, Andrea finished the 60-meter hurdles in second place.If she thought that was aggravating, Andrea was positively seething by the end of the circuit. Somehow, Holly managed to hurdle quicker, high jump higher, throw a shot put farther, long jump longer, and sprint faster than Andrea. Not by much, but just enough to ensure that the blonde remained firmly in second place for every event, each time they completed a circuit.

“Well, well, well,” the coach chortled as practice wrapped up. “Looks like you’ve got some competition this year, Ms. Drake.”

Andrea glared at Holly, but the brunette didn’t seem to notice.

“That’s enough for today,” the coach continued. “Go on and hit the showers. See you all tomorrow.”

As Holly headed into the locker room, the other girls on the team offered compliments and commendations. All except Andrea, who stormed off into the locker room ahead of them.

Andrea was still simmering as she stripped off her tank top and sports bra, dropping them to the ground. She peeled off her fitted shorts and panties, which joined the pile as she crossed over to the showers. She let the hot, steamy water cascade over her tired muscles, but she couldn’t relax with the knowledge that today she was only second best.

The other girls soon joined her in the shower, but Holly wasn’t among them. Andrea looked out into the locker room just in time to see Holly, still wearing her workout clothes, exit the locker room in a hurry.

On Thursday, Andrea’s week went from bad to worse.

“Congratulations, Ms. Drake,” the professor said as he handed back her O-Chem exam. “Ninety-five percent... excellent as usual.”

Andrea beamed.

“But,” the professor continued. “Not quite as good as Ms. Glass, who scored a ninety-eight.”

Andrea felt her cheeks flush with indignation as the professor smiled at Holly and handed her test back. It was bad enough that this new girl had embarrassed her at practice yesterday, but humiliating her in class too? This was just too much, and Andrea spent the rest of the class trying to bore a hole in the back of Holly’s head with a glowering stare.

Even if she were hungry (which she wasn’t), Andrea wouldn’t have eaten lunch. She picked at her food for a few minutes before resolving to get to practice early. Maybe a few extra minutes stretching and loosening up would help.

In the locker room, Andrea quickly changed into her training clothes. She was halfway dressed when she was startled by the sound of the only bathroom stall in the locker room opening. Holly stepped out and didn’t seem to notice Andrea off to one side as she hurriedly stuffed her things in a locker.

“Hey,” Andrea said.

Holly just about jumped out of her skin. She turned to face Andrea and immediately turned a bright shade of red upon noticing that the blonde was still topless.

“Did you just change in there?” Andrea asked.

Holly averted her eyes and shrugged her shoulders.

“Yeah,” Holly replied. I’m a little shy.”

Noting that Holly was actively avoiding looking at her, Andrea smiled and approached the new girl, not making the slightest effort to cover her full, exposed breasts. She moved close enough so that Holly couldn’t avoid her, and smiled as the brunette turned an even brighter shade of crimson.

“It’s okay,” Andrea said, nonchalant. “It’s just us girls in the locker room. Not like you have to worry about a boy seeing you or anything.”Holly quickly stuffed her things in a locker and slammed it shut.

“I really should get out there and warm up,” Holly mumbled, rushing out of the locker room.

Andrea let a tiny laugh slip out once Holly had run from the locker room.

“This is going to be fun.”

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Holly felt like things were going really well at her new university. She had managed to find equivalent classes for her entire course load, they had a women’s pentathlon team on campus, and she was now going to the same school as her boyfriend. All of that almost made up for the financial aid mix-up that had required her to switch universities mid-semester. But what could she do? She was on scholarship and had to go where they told her to go; there’s no way she could afford universities like these on her own.

Thursday was the second practice for the pentathlon team. And just like Wednesday, Holly managed to outpace Andrea in all the events. It was close, though, and Holly had always enjoyed the thrill of competition. Still, Holly found it difficult to make eye contact with the other girl today, after seeing her naked in the locker room earlier.

Holly had always been shy around the female body, especially hers. She had developed quickly as a teenager, and had been blessed (or cursed, as she saw it) with large, full breasts, an hourglass figure, and supple curves. She had been the subject of ridicule all through junior high and high school, and had since developed a severe insecurity about her body, to the point where she didn’t even like to be naked when she was alone. She made her boyfriend turn out the lights whenever they made love, and her yearly physicals with her doctor were the source of weeks upon weeks of gut-wrenching worry and anxiety.

After practice, Holly went about her usual routine of gathering up her belongings and bolting out of the locker room as quickly as possible, before she had to endure the other girls stripping down and showering.

She was about to make her escape, when Andrea and the other girls suddenly trapped her between a row of lockers, preventing her exit.

“Hi there,” Andrea said with a syrupy-sweet tone.

“Hi,” Holly replied, wary.

“The girls and I were just thinking about what we could do to welcome you to the team,” Andrea continued, a thin smile spreading across her lips. “You know, since you’re turning out to be such a great addition to the team.”

“You don’t have to do anything,” Holly said, easing up a little.

“Oh, we really do,” Andrea insisted, pulling out a small bag.

She handed it to Holly, who curiously peered inside and pulled out two garments. They were the fitted shorts and tank top with the school logo that the other girls wore.

“We noticed you didn’t have a uniform yet, so I got all the girls to pitch in and we bought one for you.”

Holly immediately started to sweat at the idea of wearing those skimpy clothes to practice.

“Uh, thanks,” Holly finally said. “That’s really nice of you.”

She moved to stuff the new clothes in her bag, but Andrea grabbed her wrist.

“Well?” Andrea prompted. “Try them on! We had to guess your size, but I think they’ll fit.”

Holly was horrified, and felt her cheeks start to burn with embarrassment. Change in front of all these other girls? But could she refuse without alienating her teammates?

“Come on,” Andrea insisted, grabbing her running shorts and tugging on them. “Show us what they look like on you!”

The last thing Holly wanted to do was make the whole team hate her. And maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. After all, she could still keep her bra and panties on. Reluctantly, she pulled off the T-shirt and dropped her running shorts, revealing a conservative sports bra and underwear.

“Nice panties,” Andrea teased, encouraging the laughter from some of the other girls. “Did you borrow them from Granny?”

Holly quickly grabbed for the new clothes and forced them on as quickly as humanly possible, while Andrea and the others continued to tease her about her underwear. She was flush from head to toe as she struggled into the stretchy Lycra, feeling it cling to her, hugging the curves of her body when she finally got them on. Without a single curve or contour left to the imagination, Holly felt like she wasn’t wearing anything at all. Her hands instinctively moved to cover her breasts and genitals, even as they hid behind the material of her new outfit.

“You look great!” Andrea exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. “I’m so glad we could do this for you. Now you don’t have to wear these ratty old things.”

Before Holly could object, Andrea had grabbed her old workout clothes and dumped them into the nearest garbage can.

Then, as Holly stood there in the revealing workout clothes, thinking it couldn’t get any worse ... it did. The other girls began to undress for the showers! Her face turned a whole new shade of red at all the nudity around her, until she was certain she looked like an overgrown strawberry.

“Aren’t you going to shower?” Andrea asked innocently as she stripped off her shorts.

“I, uh ...” Holly stuttered. “I have to go.”

Andrea giggled with glee as Holly fled the locker room.

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As she rushed home, Holly could feel everyone’s eyes on her as she walked through campus; particularly guys, who all seemed to be admiring her feminine curves, now prominently on display thanks to her skin-tight workout clothes. Several made lewd comments that made Holly acutely aware of just how much of her body they could see, and sent shivers down her spine as she walked.

“Nice ass, cutie!”

“Damn girl! Bring those Double-Ds over here!”

“Great legs! How’d you like to wrap ‘em around me?”

One guy was bold enough to actually brush up against her and grope her ass through the thin material of her shorts.

“Hey there, gorgeous. Need some company tonight?”

Holly turned beet-red and pushed away from the guy, sprinting the rest of the way home as he and his friends laughed at catcalled after her.

She slammed the apartment door, breathing heavy from the run across campus. All she wanted was for her boyfriend to hold her and tell her everything would be all right. Instead, she found a note on the kitchen counter.

The brothers called us to a meeting tonight. Be home later. Don’t wait up. – Wyatt

Holly hated the fact that her boyfriend was rushing a fraternity this year. Instead of spending their first semester together, he was always out with the other pledges, doing whatever demented activities the brothers could come up with. But Holly knew how important this fraternity was to Wyatt. His father and his father’s father had both belonged to the same fraternity, and Wyatt didn’t want to disappoint his parents.

So it looked like Holly was in for another night alone.

She moved into the bedroom, closing the door and making sure the blinds were closed. Even with the room completely closed off (and inside an empty apartment), Holly still went into the bathroom to change out of her workout clothes. She brought her usual outfit with her – a pair of baggy jeans and an oversized T-shirt.

In the bathroom, she peeled off the clingy tank top and her sports bra. The fitted shorts were next, but she stopped at the underwear. They were completely drenched! Had she really sweat that much during practice? As she tugged off her panties, some of the material grazed against her clit and caused her to involuntarily moan in pleasure. Surprised, Holly lowered a tentative hand down and ran her fingers over her slit. She was soaking wet! The touch sent another shiver through her body and it was then that she realized how horny she was.

When Holly got this way, she knew there was only one option. As much as the idea of masturbation bothered her, there were times when her body would just not take no for an answer. As she stepped out of her clothes, she leaned against the bathroom counter and spread her legs apart just enough to provide access to her aching womanhood. She wasted no time running an anxious finger along the length of her slit, dipping inside herself every so often as she drove herself crazy.

As she pleasured herself, she suddenly thought of all the guys who had been looking at her on the way home. The lewd things they had said, the way they had objectified her and talked about her body... those thoughts were turning her on! With her ass pressed against the cold granite of the countertop, her other hand moved to her clit and rubbed the sensitive nub in rhythm with the fingers that were now plunging in and out of her slick pussy. She couldn’t even stifle the guttural moan that ripped from her throat as a sudden orgasm rushed through her body, causing her to collapse on the bathroom floor as her knees gave out.

When it was over, Holly pulled herself together, breathing heavy. She had never had such an intense climax, and wondered if the idea of other guys wanting her for her body had anything to do with it. Deep down inside, she knew it did.

When Wyatt got home later that night, Holly was reading in bed. He was tired, but one look at his beautiful girlfriend and sleep was the last thing on his mind. Wyatt slipped into bed and took the book from her hands, tossing it onto the floor beside the bed. Holly was startled at first, and would normally have insisted on a little more romance and foreplay, but she was still in the mood from everything that happened earlier.

They kissed and were really starting to get into it, when Wyatt began to tug on her pajama bottoms, pulling them toward her ankles.

“The light,” Holly reminded him.

“Sorry, I forgot.” Wyatt sighed, leaning over and switching off the bedside lamp, submerging them both in darkness.

Sometimes, he wished his girlfriend wasn’t such a prude all the time. They’d been dating for over a year (and having sex for six months), and he still hadn’t seen her naked yet. She insisted on sleeping in pajamas every night, and making love with the light off every time. Even in the dark, she refused to let him remove her top. Just her pajama bottoms to provide him with access. As soon as they were done, the pajama bottoms went back on.

Wyatt groaned as he slid effortlessly inside Holly.

“God, you’re so wet,” he commented, noting his girlfriend’s state of heightened arousal.

Holly said nothing. She moaned loudly as Wyatt penetrated her, and pulled him in for a deep kiss as their bodies merged.

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The next day, Holly got to the locker room early, just like she always did. Even if she had to wear the new uniform, she would at least ensure that she could change in private, and be in and out of the locker room before any of the other girls got there to change.

She grabbed her things and headed for the bathroom stall, panicking when she realized it was locked.

“It’ll be a few minutes,” Andrea said cheerily from the other side.

“Oh,” Holly replied. “Sorry.”

She looked at the clock on the wall. The other girls would probably start arriving pretty soon. As much as she wanted to wait for the stall, the locker room was completely empty right now (except for Andrea). If she waited, the other girls would see her go into the stall to change, and would probably tease her.

The more she thought about it, the more she resigned herself to the fact that she’d just have to change in the empty locker room. Every minute that she wasted was another minute closer to having someone walk in on her.

She moved over to an empty aisle of lockers and quickly stripped off her clothes, determined to change in record time. She didn’t hear Andrea creep silently out of the bathroom stall and approach her, remaining hidden behind a row of lockers. At the precise moment that Holly had removed all of her clothes, Andrea stepped out and started snapping pictures with the digital camera she was carrying.

The flash startled Holly, who quickly turned bright red and instinctively covered her breasts and crotch with her hands.

“Andrea! What are you doing?”

“Just having a little fun,” Andrea replied, laughing. “What would a team be without a little hazing?”

As she continued to snap pictures, Holly backed away from her and around the corner into another row of lockers in an attempt to avoid the camera.

“Stop it!” Holly cried. “Please!”

“Sorry,” Andrea said with venom creeping into her voice. “But nobody shows me up and gets away with it.”

With Holly hiding around the corner, Andrea grabbed her bag, stuffing all of her clothes into it and bolting for the door.

“By the way,” Andrea cackled. “Practice was canceled today. Have fun getting home without any clothes, loser!”

She was out the door before Holly could pick her jaw up off the floor.

What was she going to do now? She was completed naked, with no clothing whatsoever ... and no one was coming that could give her something to wear!

Holly still covered her private areas with her hands, despite being alone in the locker room. She was completely naked, without a stitch of clothing anywhere in the room. To make matters worse, it was a Friday afternoon. There wouldn’t be anybody coming for hours, until the janitor came to close up at night. So her choices were to spend eight hours naked in the locker room alone, and then let the janitor see her naked as she explained herself and begged for some clothes ... or she could try something now and get the hell out of there as soon as possible.

She remembered that there was an equipment room down the hall. The girls’ locker room and the storage closet were on one side of the long hallway in the gymnasium, and the boys’ locker room and the equipment room were on the other side. She had seen the equipment room open enough times to know that there were dozens of sports uniforms and warm up clothes on those shelves.All she needed to do was make it down the hallway.

Keeping her hands firmly covering her lady parts, Holly opened the locker room door a crack and peered out into the hall. It was completely deserted. If she was fast, she could make it.

Before she lost her nerve, Holly darted out of the locker room and ran down the hall, her bare feet pitter-pattering on the tile floor of the hallway. She made it to the equipment room and jiggled the handle.

Locked.

She groaned in defeat as she shook the handle, praying that the lock would give.

And then she heard the voices. Holly froze in place, her ears perked up. People were coming. She started back toward the girls’ locker room before she realized the voices (and there were a lot of them) were coming from that side of the building. She’d never made it back to her locker room before they rounded the corner and found her in the middle of the hallway, stark naked.

Holly quickly evaluated her options. She only had two. She could run out the door on her side of the hallway ... that lead out onto campus. Or she could run into the boys’ locker room. She began to sweat; neither option was ideal, but she was out of time and had nowhere to go.

She chose the lesser of two evils and ducked into the boys’ locker room. It was Friday afternoon; it was probably just some lingering students taking a shortcut through the hallway on their way to the parking lot. There weren’t any other teams still practicing. Were there?

Holly dashed through the boys’ locker room, frantically looking for somewhere to hide. Without many options, she ducked into the bathroom stall, slamming the door shut and locking it.

Her worst nightmare was realized when she heard the locker room door open and guys start pouring into the locker room, whooping and hollering.

The football team!

How could she have forgotten about them? They practiced every day! Not that she had many other options. Holly didn’t have any choice but to hide in the stall and pray that she could avoid detection long enough to escape; preferably with some clothes.

Holly waited until she heard the showers start up, and then waited a little longer, until she was reasonably sure that everyone had enough time to get under the water and wasn’t still milling around the locker room. She unlocked the door and opened it a crack. Seeing that the coast was clear, she opened the door a little wider and prepared to make her escape. There was plenty of clothing lying around; she could make a run for the door and grab a shirt and pants from one of the lockers on her way.

She darted out of the stall, still covering herself as best as possible, and into the nearest aisle of lockers, nearly slamming into a guy who was still getting undressed. His eyes went wide and she shrieked in surprise, stumbling backwards and falling onto her butt. She felt the cold locker room floor against her backside as she tried her best to cover herself.

“Well, well,” he said loudly. “What have we got here?”

“Please,” Holly begged, trying to avoid looking at the naked guy’s package. “Don’t say anything.”

Her pleas fell on deaf ears as a wicked smile crossed the guy’s lips.

“Hey boys! Look what we’ve got here!”

A mortified Holly turned white as a ghost as the guy’s teammates joined him, all grinning at the site of a totally nude girl on their locker room floor. Soon, guys had surrounded her in an effort to get a better look, effectively cutting off any escape.

“Please,” Holly begged again. “I just need some clothes so I can go home.”

“What happened?” the first guy sneered. “Couldn’t keep the ones you had on in the first place?”

Holly’s cheeks burned with embarrassment as his teammates laughed along with him.

“I ... uh ... I’m being hazed,” Holly managed to say.

“Oh,” the guy observed. “Well in that case, we’d be happy to help you out.”

“Really?” Holly asked, breathing a sigh of relief.

“Sure,” the guy said, smirking. “As long as you do exactly what we say.”

The pit of Holly’s stomach dropped out as she looked from one guy’s face to another. They all had the same lascivious gaze.

“First,” the guy started. “I think you need to beg for our help.”

“PLEASE,” Holly emphasized.

“Not like that,” the guy continued. “Like you mean it. On your knees.”

A few of his teammates chuckled as Holly’s mouth dropped in shock. Still, she could see they were serious, and figured she might as well get it over with. She crawled to her knees, resting her butt on her heels and still covering her lady parts with her hands.The guy shook his head.

“This is going to take even longer if you stall like this. Beg like you really mean it,” he demanded. “On your knees, sitting up, with your hands clasped in front of you.”

A humiliated Holly reluctantly did as she was told, rising up so that her knees were on the ground and she was sitting up straight. With great difficulty, she managed to peel her hands away from her protected treasures and clasped them in front of her.

“Will you please help me?” Holly beseeched them, knowing full well that in this position, every guy on the team had a perfect, unobstructed view of either her ass or her pussy, and that her breasts were being pressed together by her arms, creating an impressive amount of cleavage for them to appreciate.

“Of course we’ll help,” the guy replied warmly. “Since you asked so nicely, it would be rude of us to ignore your request.”

Holly relaxed a little, until the guy continued.

“Then again,” he reasoned. “You are naked in the locker room. And since your team did send you in here, don’t you think it’d be a little unfair to just have you come in and leave, just like that?”

“I ... uh ... I ...”

The guy knelt down so that he was looking Holly directly in the eye. She tried her best to keep her eyes focused on his, rather than another part of his anatomy, or that of the rest of the team, which were hovering over her.

“I think you need to shower,” the guy crowed. “You know, to make sure your time with us is well spent.”

The other guys whooped and hollered their agreement. If Holly could have curled up into a tiny ball and disappeared, she would have.

“And after that I can go?” She asked.

The guy nodded.

“After you finish a full shower, you can go.”

Holly reluctantly got to her feet and shuffled over to the shower. At this point, her entire body was flushed with embarrassment, and she did her best to remain covered. Not that it really mattered; every guy in the locker room had already gotten a good look at her, and if they hadn’t, they were about to.

The guy in charge pointed her to one of the showerheads in the middle of the shower room, where she’d be prominently on display for every guy in the room. He handed her a bar of soap and a small bottle of shampoo.

“Go for it,” he teased.

Holly figured the best course of action was to get through it as quickly as possible. She took the shampoo bottle and squirted some into her hands before bending down to set the bottle on the floor. This prompted her to turn a brighter shade of red and straighten up quickly. She rubbed the shampoo into her scalp quickly, working it through her shoulder length brown hair as fast as she could.

She could feel everyone’s eyes on her naked body as she closed her eyes and rinsed her hair. They had an unfettered view of everything. Her breasts, her ass, her crotch. Everything was on display for them as she washed her hair.

When she was done with the hair, the guy handed her a bar of soap. If she thought the hair washing was bad, soaping her body was worse. In an attempt to avert her gaze from the guy in front of her, she looked off to the side, where she noticed several guys had erect members, aroused by the sight of a beautiful woman running soapy hands over her own body, suds trailing down between her cleavage and the crack of her ass. As she looked around the room, she quickly realized that nearly every guy in the locker room was aroused; some of them were even absently stroking themselves as they watched her.

Mortified, she finished soaping herself down as quickly as possible and shut off the shower.

“Can I go now?” Holly asked, humiliated.

“Of course,” the guy said. “A deal’s a deal. The door’s over there. You’re free to go.”

“Can I have a towel and some clothes?”

“Well,” the guy said, another smirk spreading across his thin lips. “That wasn’t exactly part of the deal, was it? We said you could go after you showered. We didn’t say anything about clothes or a towel.”

Holly swallowed hard and looked at the leering faces of all the guys.

“I suppose we could loan you some clothes,” he observed. “But the question is ... what are you willing to give us in exchange?”

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Andrea chuckled as one of the football players recounted Holly’s humiliation in the locker room for her. Her plan had worked out even better than she could have imagined.

“Good,” Andrea said merrily. “That’ll teach the bitch to mess with me.”

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Holly had never been so humiliated in all her life. As she made her way home in one of the guys’ button-down shirts and a pair of track pants, she wondered what she could have possibly done to Andrea to provoke such a prank. Could Andrea Drake really be so insecure that she had to embarrass anybody who did better at something than she did?

Regardless of the reasoning, Holly vowed revenge on Andrea for the degradation she’d been forced to endure as a result of the prank.

Holly spent all of Friday night moping around and thinking about what had happened in the locker room. She had been naked in front of the entire football team! She couldn’t sleep that night, thinking about how embarrassing it had been. But then, another thought started to creep into her head. Was it really that bad? I mean, they hadn’t forced her to do anything sexual or anything. It was just a little public nudity. And really, what was the big deal? Clearly, the guys had enjoyed looking. She thought back to how some of them had actually been pleasuring themselves while they watched her shower, and she had to admit that the idea excited her a little bit. Even as she lay in bed thinking about it, she found herself slipping a hand inside her panties and absently tracing the length of her slit as she thought about the looks she had gotten from the football team.

As her moans rose in volume, Wyatt stirred in his sleep and looked over at her.

“Is everything okay?” He asked.

She responded by reaching over and turning on the light.

“What are you doing?” Wyatt asked, squinting his eyes against the light.

“I want you to see me,” Holly replied, lifting her pajama top up over her head, revealing her full, round breasts.

Wyatt was wide awake now, staring at his girlfriend like she was possessed.

“Are you sure?” He questioned.

She took a deep breath and steeled her nerves, responding by standing up on the bed and dropping her panties and pajama bottoms. She was completely nude, and Wyatt was seeing her for the first time.

“I don’t want to hide behind the clothes anymore,” she said simply. “Not with you.”

She fell into Wyatt’s arms, kissing him deeply.

“Now make love to me.”

After a night of passionate lovemaking, the last thing Holly wanted was for Wyatt’s infernal cell phone to go off, with another summons from the fraternity brothers. But it did, and she had to let her boyfriend go, who apologized a hundred times and made her promise to stay just the way she was (naked) until he returned.

Holly’s newfound confidence in her body and lack of inhibitions about nudity (at least around Wyatt) were an unanticipated benefit of Andrea’s prank. The blonde would still pay, there was no mistake about that, but Holly felt more alive and free than she had in years. She enjoyed the sensation by lounging around the apartment without a stitch of clothing. She watched television on the couch, naked. She read a book in the recliner, naked. She even fixed herself a bowl of cereal and sat on one of the barstool at the counter, naked. It was all very liberating. She may not want to go back into the guys’ locker room for round two, but she could definitely handle exposing a little more skin in the privacy of their own apartment.

When Wyatt got back, Holly was relaxing in a bubble bath. She invited Wyatt to join her, but something was clearly wrong with her boyfriend’s mood.

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

“Our pledge class’ final assignment,” he groaned. “We each have to bring a date to the party after the initiation ceremony.”

“So?” Holly questioned. That didn’t seem so bad.

“Our dates have to strip down and attend the party naked.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Holly scoffed.

“I know,” Wyatt complained. “But that’s the rule. They said that if we can’t bring a date, or if our date doesn’t get naked at the party, then we won’t get in. It’s so stupid.”

Holly thought it over as her boyfriend sat there with his head in his hands. She knew how important this fraternity was to him. Could she really do this for him? She certainly didn’t want him to take some other girl as his date (especially if she was going to be getting naked). And would she? And if he told this girl ahead of time, would the brothers find out and kick him out anyway?Then she thought about the locker room again ... and how she hated to admit it, but having guys ogling her naked body actually turned her on. That was the thought that ignited her passions last night, and it was those images in her head that propelled her to a night of unparalleled passion with Wyatt that night.

Would the embarrassment of being naked in front of other people again be worth the rush later? And it’s not like it would be any worse than being around a bunch of naked guys in the locker room.

Suddenly, another thought popped into her head.

“I’ll do it,” Holly replied confidently.

Wyatt’s jaw dropped.

“What?”

“I’ll do it,” Holly repeated. “I’ll go to the party naked for you. As long as you can do something for me.”

Wyatt stared at Holly in shock. Who was this person, and what had she done with Holly?

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Andrea was thrilled to be invited to a Delta Iota Kappa party. They were the most prominent fraternity on campus, and their parties were always legendary, each more elaborate and extravagant than the last. You had to know someone to get into the party, so Andrea didn’t have to think twice when Jacob approached her about going. Even if he was only a pledge, he was relatively good looking and could get her into the exclusive soiree.

Jacob mentioned that each pledge’s date would probably get a lot of attention at the party (since they were rushing), so Andrea made sure she looked her best. She wore a tiny dress that barely made it down to mid-thigh, with a plunging neckline that showed off her ample cleavage. Jacob picked her up outside the dorm and drove to the fraternity’s house, a couple miles off campus.

For the first hour of the evening, Andrea paid marginal attention to her date, but was more interested in making a good impression with all the fraternity brothers who were hosting the party. If she could make a good impression, she could find herself on the A-list for the rest of the semester. But her high spirits were nearly shattered when she saw Holly walk in with Wyatt.

What was she doing here? How did she get into the party?

Andrea didn’t have much time to think about it.

“Okay,” one of the fraternity brothers yelled, after whistling loudly to get everyone’s attention. “All the pledges are here with their dates, so let’s get this party started.”

Andrea looked around confused... then her jaw dropped in shock when she saw the other girls quickly removing their clothes.

“What the hell is going on?” Andrea demanded, looking at her date.

“Did I forget to tell you?” Jacob said sarcastically. “It’s a CMNF party. Clothed Male, Nude Female. Oops ... my bad.”

Andrea couldn’t believe her ears. There had to be at least fifty guys in the room. They’d all be staring at her! As the girls continued dressing down, Andrea’s eyes darted over to Holly. Surely she’d be mortified at this turn of events. Right?

To her shock and amazement, Holly had already discarded her blouse, and was just stepping out of her skirt. She gave Andrea a friendly wave and stared her down, completely naked, hands on her hips in defiance.Andrea turned to face her date.

“Get me out of here, Jacob. I don’t want to do this.”

“Don’t to that to Jacob,” Holly said, whispering into Andrea’s ear as she stepped in close behind the blonde. “He’s a friend of ours, and we can’t have you ruining his chances of joining the fraternity just because you’re a little too modest.”

“Hey, everyone!” She shouted out, to get the room’s attention. “This one’s feeling a little shy.”

Andrea cringed at the resounding boos and catcalls that were being hurled at her.

“Here,” Holly said, snickering. “Why don’t you let me help you with this!”

Before Andrea could react, Holly had pushed the straps of her dress over her shoulders and yanked down, tearing the material off her body and leaving the blonde completely naked in front of the crowd. Of all the days she chose to go without a bra and panties!

Humiliated, Andrea tried her best to cover up, plastering one hand across her breasts and using the other to cover her crotch. Unfortunately, that left her rear end open, which Jacob greeted with an affectionate slap.

“Guys! She was the last one undressed. You know what that means!”

Andrea’s head was spinning. When she eventually regained her focus, she was looking right at Holly, who had a wide, satisfied grin on her face.

“Being the last one with clothes on is a party foul,” Holly explained to her. “Now you have to be the centerpiece.”

“T-The centerpiece? To what?”

Andrea discovered the answer to her question all too quickly, as several fraternity brothers grabbed and dragged her, kicking and screaming, to the billiard table in the middle of the room. They plopped her down onto the table and two guys held her down, while four others used their neckties to bind her wrists and ankles securely to the table’s legs, leaving her stretched out and spread-eagle on top.

With their centerpiece in place, the brothers placed snacks and drinks around her, inviting everyone at the party to enjoy the refreshments.

Every inch of Andrea’s skin was scarlet red as she was helpless to cover herself up or do much of anything while guys and girls alike helped themselves to refreshments, and unobstructed views of every inch of Andrea’s naked body. Several guys “accidentally” brushed against her, touching a breast instead of the bag of chips, or the inside of her thigh instead of the orange soda.

After more than an hour, Holly approached the billiard table with Wyatt and smiled at Andrea.

“Have you met my boyfriend, Wyatt?” Holly asked rhetorically. “He’s rushing Delta Iota Kappa this year. After we told the guys what you did to me, they were more than happy to help even the odds a little. Especially since, you know, it meant seeing a girl naked for an extended period of time.”

Andrea’s face twisted with rage and she opened her mouth to say something, but clamped her mouth shut when Holly ran a finger along the length of her slit, eliciting an unintended moan.

“Now, now.” Holly scolded. “I want you to think very carefully about what you’re going to say next. Because if I don’t like it, I’m going to tell everyone at the party just how wet you are being tied down naked like this.”

The bound girl’s eyes went wide with fright and she shook her head violently. Andrea didn’t want to admit it, but being helplessly exposed to an entire roomful of people was really turning her on.

“Please,” Andrea begged her. “Don’t.”

Holly shrugged.

“I’m not completely heartless. Besides, I’m only doing to you what you did to me. After this, we’re even.”

“Not by a long shot,” Andrea muttered under her breath.

“No?” Holly asked.

Andrea cringed when she realized Holly heard her little comment.

“Well then I might as well get as much mileage out of tonight as I can, if you’re going to come after me again anyway.”

“Hey boys!” Holly shouted, getting the entire room’s attention. “Your centerpiece is leaking a little bit. You better come over and check it out before it ruins your tabletop.”

As everyone at the party rushed over to the table, Holly waved Andrea’s dress in front of the helpless girl.

“I’ll just hold onto this for you, since you won’t be needing it anytime soon. Oh, and I heard Jacob’s taking off pretty soon, so hopefully you can make other arrangements to get yourself home. Naked.”

Andrea glared at Holly until she could no longer see her rival behind the wall of people that were now crowding around her. Girls and guys alike taunted her, touching her all over and making lewd comments about how wet this was all making her.In her entire life, Andrea had never been so humiliated. Come Monday morning, half of the A-list students at the school will have not only seen her in a state of undress, but will have seen every square inch of skin on her body, not to mention how aroused she was to be the center of attention like this.

It was shaping up to be another memorable Delta Iota Kappa party ... and Andrea was its centerpiece.

She could already hear the chants of “slut” and “whore” starting to make their way around the room.

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Andrea often thought back to the night of the party. Even the memories caused her cheeks to burn with embarrassment over the humiliation she had been forced to endure.

The worst part hadn’t been the fact that she had been tied to that damned pool table for almost six hours, or that a few of the guys had fingered her to orgasm while the rest of the partygoers watched. It wasn’t even all the talking behind her back and knowing leers from other students the following Monday. The worst part had been the long walk home after the party.

At the apparent prompting of Wyatt and Jacob, the fraternity brothers took it upon themselves to see Andrea home safely ... by making her walk, totally nude, down the middle of the street, while they followed behind in a truck so that they could bathe her naked body in the halogen glow of their headlights, and blast their horn to draw the attention of every house they passed. It was two miles of pure mortification.

Those memories of that long walk home where what now gave her the conviction to plan her revenge.

If Holly thought the locker room was bad, she hadn’t seen anything yet ...

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