Campus Walk Dare
Copyright© 2025 by zavgar
Chapter 5: The Main Attraction
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.