Adrenaline Rush

Lexi's adventure sport resume is beyond compare. BASE jumping, cave diving, skiing a black diamond run ... you name it; she's done it. Familiarity, however, breeds contempt. And boredom. She's always on the lookout for a new thrill.

When two guy friends suggest public nudity, she can't refuse the potential adrenaline rush.

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Chapter One

 

“I don’t know,” I said. “Twenty, maybe?”

My ears heated at the admission.

Bradon, riding in the front seat, turned around to face me. “Lexi! You’ve only been in college a little over two years, and you’ve slept with twenty guys? How many in high school?”

“None.”

His jaw dropped. “You cashed in your V card and just went crazy?”

“Pretty much.”

It sounded so much worse when I put a number to it.

“How about you?” I asked, desperate to get the attention off me.

“Nine girls, and I thought I was bad.” He winked at me. “I wouldn’t mind making it ten when we get back to campus, though.”

“Don’t count on it, mister.”

He shot me a big, exaggerated frown.

I laughed. “I didn’t say there’s no way it’s going to happen. Just don’t count on it.”

He was exactly my type. Frat guy. Polo shirt and shorts. Obviously spent time in the weight room. I hated the whole shoes without socks thing, but other than that, I liked what I saw.

The three of us – including Dave, the driver – had met at freshman orientation. Though we hadn’t hung out a lot since, our orbits occasionally intersected. Dave had scored tickets to the big game and, since his normal crew wasn’t available, had ended up inviting the two of us to travel with him.

Our team had lost, of course. Been slaughtered, actually. But that was to be expected when going up against the biggest football powerhouse in the state. Our boys in blue had kept it competitive for the first quarter, at least.

The game had been a lot of fun regardless of the outcome. Over a hundred thousand people had been there, and the atmosphere was electric. The band. The cheerleaders. When everyone yelled at once, you could feel it in your bones.

Made the four hour drive totally worth it.

“How about you, Dave?” Bradon asked.

“No hookups.”

“None?” I said. “That’s hard to believe. Wait, you’re not a …”

He was kind of hot in that glasses-wearing, intellectual kind of way. Not really my type, but I knew girls who were into guys like him.

“The question was one-night stands,” he said, “not how many people I’ve slept with. For the record, I’ve had two serious girlfriends.”

“Had? Past tense?” I asked.

“Neither worked out.”

“Your choice or theirs?”

Dave sighed. “The first one, hers, after a year and a half.”

“That sounds rough.”

“It wasn’t fun,” he said. “The breakup, anyway. I understand now but at the time …”

“I’m surprised you didn’t fall right into some hot coed’s waiting arms for a night of comfort,” I said.

He glanced at the rearview mirror long enough to meet my eyes. “I don’t know. That’s just not really my style.”

“You must think Bradon and I are total sluts, then.”

“Well …”

Bradon punched him lightly on the shoulder.

“Seriously,” Dave said. “Whatever works for you, you know? I totally get people who have sex for the fun of it, but, for me, it’s just seems better if it’s an expression of love.”

“Aww,” I said. “A romantic.”

I made the comment teasingly, but part of me was impressed. Not many guys had the guts to say something like that.

Bradon’s response was to roll his eyes so hard that I thought he was probably getting a pretty good view of his brain. Well, he would have been getting a view if he had a brain to look at, anyway.

Dave shrugged. “I treat relationships just like everything else in my life. Better to proceed slowly and cautiously. Maybe I miss out on some opportunities along the way, but that’s better than accepting the consequences of rushing into the wrong thing.”

“What about the second girl?” I asked.

“That one lasted about six months, and I ended up breaking it off.”

“Not compatible?”

“Too compatible,” he said. “Too much alike. Nice. Conservative. Boring. I’m pretty sure that, had I not come to my senses, we’d have gotten married and spent the rest of our lives politely enduring the dullest existence imaginable.”

“Now you’re speaking my language. You want to take a risk. Feel excitement. A rush.”

I could see his face in the rearview mirror, and he grimaced. “Not exactly. I still want love but … different, somehow. I’m not exactly sure what I’m looking for, but I hope I’ll know it when I see it.”

“My parents say that love is the greatest adrenaline rush imaginable,” I said. “Giving your heart to someone knowing they could rip it still beating from your chest.”

Dave kind of shook his head. “Not exactly how I look at it, but okay …”

“Speaking of which,” Bradon said. “You’re all about the rush. Doesn’t sound like you’re giving love a try, though.”

“I’d be up for that someday,” I said, “but that requires finding the right guy, which, for the most part, is the worst hassle imaginable. Much easier to find someone up for some quick fun.”

Bradon winked a renewed invitation at me, and I laughed.

A long discussion about my experience with extreme sports followed. My parents are adrenaline junkies. Swimming with sharks before I was old enough to walk a straight line? Check. Ever experienced the rush of standing on a cliff a hundred feet above the ocean and diving? I have. Skiing black diamond runs, jumping out of planes, climbing sheer walls with no harness? I’d done it all.

“Wow,” Dave said. “There’s no way I’d be brave enough to do about ninety percent of that.”

“You get used to it after a while,” I said. “And really, a lot of those things aren’t as dangerous as they sound. Mostly it’s like riding a rollercoaster.”

Well, not exactly that tame, but it wasn’t like I was putting my life in crazy jeopardy or anything.

“Still,” Dave said, “you’re never scared? At all?”

“Of course, I’m scared sometimes. A lot of the time. Without fear, there’d be no rush.”

“But you do it anyway?”

“I resolved from a young age never to let fear stop me, and, so far, I haven’t.”

“That’s amazing.”

While Dave was impressed, Bradon just laughed. “I bet I could come up with something you wouldn’t do.”

“I’m sure you can come up with lots of stuff I wouldn’t do. All of it in bed, I’m sure, and all of it involving you.”

“I’m serious,” he said. “A legitimate activity performed all the time by people seeking a thrill, and I guarantee you that you’ll be too scared to do it.”

I should have known he had something up his sleeve, but my pride was on the line. Besides, you’d be hard pressed to find an adventure sport resume as extensive as mine. I never backed down from a challenge.

“No way,” I said.

Bradon smirked at me. “I smell a bet coming.”

“I’m in. What are the terms?”

Me and my big mouth.

Chapter Two

 

I glared at Bradon. “I am not taking my clothes off.”

Dave just shook his head, trying to ignore the two of us.

“Told you I’d find something you were too chicken to do,” Bradon said, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “Give me my money.”

“I will not! All you did was float out a flimsy excuse to see me naked.”

Bradon held out his hand. “That’s twenty bucks. I accept cash and … cash.”

“As do I. Pay up.”

“You’re dreaming, Lexi. Either get naked or pull out your wallet.”

“The deal was for you to come up with a legitimate dare that I was too scared to do. You didn’t. Therefore, I win. Right, Dave?”

I didn’t hold out a lot of hope that he’d agree with me, though. When I’d accepted Dave as the arbiter, I’d had no idea that the subject would be me losing my clothes. As far as I knew, he was a fair and honest guy, but who can trust any guy to be impartial when it comes to getting a girl naked?

“Not necessarily,” he said, not taking his eyes off the road.

“What does that mean?” I asked.

He sighed. “That it’s not looking good for you.”

I threw my hands up in exasperation, striking the car roof. “I don’t understand how you can think that.”

“Let’s go back to the beginning,” Bradon said. “I had to meet three criteria. One, any money required for you to perform the activity will be paid by me. Do you stipulate that I have met this condition?”

“I hate fucking pre-law assholes.”

Bradon grinned. “I’ll take that as a, ‘yes.’ Two, the activity must be reasonably free from danger to life and limb.”

Doing something likely to cause death or major injury wasn’t thrill-seeking; it was just stupid.

The major risk of taking the bet was a physical assault. I didn’t know these two guys all that well, but I didn’t think I had to worry on that front. Bradon was a well-known horndog, but he talked girls into bed, not forced them. And Dave was a boy scout. Literally.

“I could get arrested for indecent exposure.” A weak argument, but, at least, it was something.

“The miniscule chance of arrest does not constitute a danger to life and limb.” Bradon turned to Dave. “Do you agree?”

His eyes didn’t move from straight ahead, so I couldn’t see his face. From his body language, though, he appeared to want to be anywhere else but in the car. “Sorry, Lexi. You told us a story earlier about almost getting caught BASE jumping in Mexico, and you could have went to jail over that. I can’t see how a misdemeanor qualifies.”

I shrugged. Worth a shot.

“Three,” Bradon said, “the activity must be something thrill seekers legitimately pursue.”

He’d saved the weakest criteria for last, and I was ready to pounce. “It absolutely isn’t, and you know it. Do strippers get a thrill from performing every night? Nudists, and I’ve known a few of them, get no butterflies at the thought of walking onto the beach.”

Bradon rolled his eyes. “Streakers do, and what about playing strip poker and truth or dare? That’s done purely for the thrill.”

The argument went back and forth for about fifteen minutes with the two of us restating the same points. Finally, I’d had enough. “You’ve said that ten times already. Time for an official ruling.”

My argument was obviously the stronger of the two but … guys, right? What member of the weaker sex would pass up a chance to see me naked?

As if.

I was already reaching for my wallet when he spoke.

“The fairest thing is to declare a draw. Nobody wins. No money changes hands.”

I really hadn’t expected him to say that, and it got my blood boiling. Better to be unfairly ruled against than to embrace such a cop out. “Not on your life. I’m right.”

“Same here,” Bradon said. “Make your ruling.”

Dave let out a long slow breath, a habit that I was beginning to find annoying. Not only did the dude not speak much, but, when he did, it was like he thought about every word before speaking it.

“I’m an engineering major, not a lawyer. The fine points of the rules mean little to me. I’m basing my judgment on what is reasonable.” He paused yet again. “Seems to me that each of you is right depending on perspective.”

I started to object, but Bradon hushed me.

“I can’t see any reasonable person saying that at least some of the participants in the activities Bradon pointed out don’t experience a thrill. Others—like your nudists—presumably experience nothing more than a love of embracing nature.” Dave shrugged. “Like I said, depends on your perspective.”

“Which means what for your ruling?” Bradon asked.

“What seems to be reasonable,” Dave said, “is to interpret how Lexi feels about it.”

I cocked my head to the side. It seemed like he was actually taking his impartial arbiter duties seriously. Color me surprised and a little impressed.

He glanced at me, taking his eyes from the road for a moment before returning them. “If you’re confident in your skin and Bradon’s proposal would be no big deal, then the challenge is not thrilling.”

That statement left me with an easy out. All I had to do was agree with him, and I’d win.

He paused, waiting, I thought, for me to do just that, but if he was going to take his job seriously, I had to at least consider his reasoning.

When I didn’t speak up, he sighed. “If, on the other hand, you find the idea exciting in any way, Bradon’s motivation for the proposal holds no bearing. You’d be declining mostly out of fear, and he’d be the winner.”

“I object. It’d be like saying that I had to strip for any guy on the street who asked just so as not to be called chicken. That’s stupid.”

Bradon started to speak, but Dave shushed him. First time for everything.

“The difference is that you didn’t foolishly challenge any of those hypothetical guys to come up with something you were too scared to do.”

My heart sped a bit. He had a point. I was the one who got myself into this mess.

Why was I fighting this so much? What was the big deal, really? So these two guys would see my body. It wasn’t like I was a prude. Shit, I didn’t just like sex; I loved it.

In my two years at college, a good twenty guys had seen me naked. In bed. Undressing as a prelude to getting busy.

To be honest, though, with the exception of extreme sports, my parents had raised me pretty conservatively. A young lady sat with her knees together. She didn’t initiate sex. I didn’t sleep with a guy until my freshman year.

Though I’d been in a little bit of a rebellion against my upbringing since then, the values my parents instilled in me sometimes dug in their claws. Other than wearing a fairly skimpy bikini while skateboarding once, my clothes tended to cover more of me than not, and they weren’t overly form-fitting, either.

Besides, the context of what Bradon proposed was a lot different than what happens when I went back to a guy’s apartment. It was expected that a girl would get naked in that situation, and the guy showed just as much. The two did something embarrassing and undignified, but they did it together. And it didn’t hurt that all your blood was going to places other than your head.

The thought of stripping solely for the entertainment of two fully dressed guy, though, had me … nervous. What the hell? I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt that way.

“So,” Bradon said. “You give up? Ready to give me my money?”

I chewed my lip. “If I … uh, chose the alternative, what, exactly, are we talking about?”

He plastered the biggest shit-eating grin on his face, and I wanted so badly to slap it off. But he had me. Forking over the twenty bucks would be giving into fear.

“Strip naked,” Bradon said. “Take everything off.”

“And put it right back on?” I said.

Why had I even asked that? Like I needed permission to get my clothes back.

“Sure,” Bradon said. “Just give us a good look first.”

That didn’t sound too bad. Five minutes and it would be over. Why, then, were the butterflies in my stomach expanding to the size of bats? Was I really considering doing this? My hands toyed with the bottom of my shirt.

Dave cleared his throat. “Actually …”

“What?” I said.

“Well, you like doing things that give you a rush, right? Isn’t the point of this bet really about you pushing your limits?”

“I guess.”

Dave sighed. “Look, this is your deal and Bradon’s, not mine. I’m only involved because the two of you asked me to be an impartial judge. But …” He sounded as uncomfortable as all get out.

Almost as uncomfortable as me.

“But what?” I asked.

“Will a quick strip provide you with that much of a thrill?”

I grimaced. It was looking more and more like I was committing myself to an action. To two guys I barely knew seeing me naked. Which was bad enough. And all I had to do to keep it from not getting any worse was to answer in the affirmative.

But that would also be a lie.

If I told him no, what would they make me do? What was I getting myself in for?

My palms grew sweaty at the thought, and I rubbed them against my shirt. I felt sick to my stomach.

I literally couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so nervous. Not taking a curve at a hundred and fifty on a Ninja. Not when I nearly lost my way in an underwater cave.

The smartest, safest thing was to simply tell him that sixty seconds naked in the backseat would be all the thrill I need. Admit to nothing more.

The smart thing.

The safe thing.

Since when I had ever chosen either of those things?

“Probably not,” I said.

Chapter Three

 

My hands shook. Not only had I just agreed to strip naked in front of two guys, I’d apparently agreed that they could make it as thrilling for me as they wanted. What had my big mouth and need for an adrenalin rush gotten me into?

“What did you have in mind?” I asked.

“That’s really up to you,” Dave said. “If you don’t think taking off your clothes in the backseat is risky enough, what is?”

My heart pounded. “I guess outside the car? In front. With the headlights shining on me. Maybe on the side of the interstate where passing cars could see me?”

Where the hell had that come from?

Dave shook his head. “I veto that one. Outside the car is fine but off the highway. It’s late night on a Friday. Not worth the chance of a drunk driver hitting us. I’ll pull off at an exit.”

I swallowed. “O-okay. Good idea.”

That made me feel better. It was good that one of us was thinking clearly about my safety because I sure wasn’t. Doing adventure sports without forethought was idiotic. I needed to get my head in the game.

“So I strip in front of the car,” I said. “Then what? Get dressed.”

“You definitely owe us a show,” Bradon said.

“I don’t owe you anything than the original terms of the bet, dickwad.”

Dave glared at Bradon. “Again, Lexi, this whole thing is really about you, not us. What do you want to get out of this and what will it take for you to get it?”

I closed my eyes. If Dave would just tell me what he thought I should do, I could get it over with. Instead, he was all like, “Hey, what’s the scariest, most embarrassing thing you can think of to do? Do that!” That was so, so much worse.

“I guess, maybe, it’d be really embarrassing if I had to … show off … for you for a set period of time. A minute?”

“Only one?” Dave asked.

“F-five?”

“That sounds reasonable. And what next? Do you just get dressed again?”

I opened my eyes and met his in the rearview mirror. He had a stern, steely gaze. Strong. I’d never seen him like that.

“N-no.”

“Okay,” he said. “You stay naked. Are you going to put your clothes in the backseat with you or leave them on the side of the road or what?”

I couldn’t help but imagine leaving every stitch of cloth I was wearing behind, riding over three and a half hours back to campus stark naked. But I liked my shirt. And bras are freaking expensive, as were my jeans. I couldn’t afford to just leave them.

The thought of not having access to them, though …

“Uh, maybe put them in the trunk?” I said.

What the hell was I saying? Was I really about to not only get nude but also give two guys control over me getting my clothes back? Think, Lexi! Think!

Dave simply nodded. “A fine solution.” He let off the gas and put on his turn signal.

“W-what are you doing?” I asked.

“Taking that exit. Might as well get this over with.”

Chapter Four

 

I looked from side to side. No cars coming as far as I could tell, but it was kind of hard to see with the headlights blinding me.

It could have been worse. A lot worse. The exit was for a farm to market road that seemed only lightly traveled. No gas stations or other signs of civilization for miles.

Still, cars whizzed past on the interstate not that far away, and if I could see them, they could see me.

“Time doesn’t start until you’re naked,” Dave called from the car.

He was right. I should stop stalling and just get it over with.

Delaying the inevitable, I slipped off my shoes and socks and laid them on the ground next to me.

“Put each item on the hood, please,” he called.

Was he serious? I stood maybe ten feet from the front grill. He wanted me to pick up my shoes and bring them to the car?

Fine.

I eased my way over the rocky ground and carefully placed the shoes on the hood. “Like this?”

The words had come out sounding like I was seeking his approval. I had meant them to be sarcastic.

When he didn’t respond, there was nothing left but to start revealing actual skin. My hands went to the button of my jeans.

“Move back to where you were,” he called.

“What? Why?”

“You’re too close. We can’t see you below the waist.”

I took as step back.

“No,” he called. “Turn around.”

I huffed. “Fine.”

I spun and walked slowly back to where I’d started, carefully picking my way around the sharp rocks poking my feet. When I got there, I faced them again. “Happy now?”

No response.

My trembling hands went to my jeans, and it took a couple of tries to get them unbuttoned. Then I lowered the zipper, wondering if they could see the front of my white panties.

It didn’t matter, though. They’d soon be seeing more than just the front. And a lot more than just my panties.

I tried to tell myself that the next step wasn’t all that bad. That my briefs weren’t all that different from bikini bottoms and that hundreds of guys, strangers even, had seen me wearing such. But it wasn’t the same. Underwear wasn’t meant to be seen in public. And standing on the side of the road stripping was not equivalent to going to the beach.

At least I couldn’t see the two sets of eyes surely captivated by my every move.

A horrible thought hit me. What if they were filming me with their phones? They could put it on the internet. Thousands of guys could watch this. Tens of thousands.

My mouth opened, but I couldn’t get words out. Instead, I pushed the jeans down, revealing white fabric pulled tight against my sex. I looked down and grimaced. As I’d feared, a dark spot stood out against the rest of the pale material, unmistakably wet.

I was getting a thrill out of this, all right, and not just the kind of thrill I’d admitted to.

With the jeans at my knees, I let go. Gravity did the rest, and the denim pooled around my ankles. Moving mechanically, I pulled them off first one leg and then the other.

Bare from the bottom of my panties down, I shuffled back to the car and added my jeans to the growing pile of clothes there.

I was close to the hood. So close that the heat warmed my already hot pussy. So close that Dave and Bradon wouldn’t be able to see my panties.

I took a step back and stood there frozen. They could see now. See my shameful wet spot. Were they commenting on what I horny slut I was? Were they touching themselves?

“Time doesn’t start until you’re naked,” Dave called.

I shook my head. How long had I just stood there? My face heated, and I spun away from them. I couldn’t help but think of what my panty-clad ass must look like as I retreated.

Once I was back in position, my hands went to the bottom of my shirt, and I hesitated as I tried to remember what bra I was wearing. I grimaced. A sturdy, flesh colored one. Something a grandma would wear. Somehow, that was worse to be seen in than something sexy. Why hadn’t I worn lingerie?

Maybe because I never expected to be stripping on the side of the road. Duh!

I pulled, and the shirt inched upward, showing off more and more of my toned stomach with each passing instant. Then the bottom of my bra. Faster as it cleared the cups, until I finally whipped it over my head and let it hang down beside me in my hand.

Had someone told me earlier in the evening that I’d end up in this situation, I’d have called the men in the white coats for them. Really.

I was standing on the side of the road, outside, wearing just my underwear. Bra and panties. Exposed. In front of two guys I barely knew and anyone else who happened to drive past. And I wasn’t done stripping.

What the hell had gotten into me?

I walked as fast as I could to the car and threw the shirt on the hood. No lingering this time. I spun and made it back just as quickly.

Once I spun back around, though, I froze.

Up until this point, I hadn’t really exposed anything major. Sure, it was pretty humiliating to strip to one’s underwear in such a situation. But underwear was underwear. It wasn’t naked. My important bits were still covered.

They wouldn’t be for long.

My stomach rumbled. I wasn’t actually going to go through with this, was I?

I swallowed.

My right hand went behind my back and found my bra strap. Four catches secured my 34Cs. I undid one. Then the next. Then the next.

One remained.

I had nothing to be ashamed of, right? Guys always liked my boobs. Not enormous, but nice enough sized. Firm.

Sensitive.

Of course, I didn’t normally show them off to two guys at once. And not normally in a public place. Or as a part of a strip tease while they stayed completely, one hundred percent dressed.

Here goes nothing.

The last catch came undone. I moved my hand back to my side. The bra drooped in the front, revealing more of my cleavage, but it remained on.

One tiny movement, and I’d be showing off my high beams because, make no mistake, my nipples stood out at least an inch. One tiny movement, and there’d be no going back.

I rotated my shoulders forward. The straps fell down my arms, and the tip of the cups snagged on my erect nipples. My breath caught.

That was all it took.

The bra fell. Fear and nervousness stilled my fingers, so there was no catching ahold of the straps. It fluttered to the ground.

My breasts. My boobs. My tits.

Uncovered. Exposed. Naked. For anyone to see. For two guys to definitely see.

My hands, already at my waist, moved to my panties.

“Put the bra on the hood,” Dave called.

I bent, my arms stretched down. Nothing covered my breasts. They hung suspended from my body, wiggling and jiggling as I moved. I couldn’t even imagine the spectacle I was making of myself.

My fingers closed around the bra, and I stood, imparting even more movement to my unfettered breasts. It was all I could do not the clutch my hands over them or, barring that, play with them.

No. I had to banish thoughts like that from my mind. Regardless of how much of a thrill I was getting, I was not going to go that far.

I moved to the front of the car. As my face cleared the headlights, I made out movement inside. Bradon. He held up his phone. Filming me.

My bare tits and wet panties forever captured digitally, and, frozen, I just let him do it.

Finally, I shook myself from my stupor and dropped my next to last covering on the hood. And spun, imagining the image on the camera as I walked back. My panty-clad ass shifting up and down. My bare back.

When I reached my spot, I stood there for a moment, not believing what I was about to do. Could I really go through with it? Strip fully? Let them see everything?

My breath caught.