Campus Walk Dare
Copyright© 2025 by zavgar
Chapter 1: The Bet
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.
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