Hi all! My name is Carin. I am a 19 year
old freshman at a major college in
Florida. I’m about 5’6″, 115 lbs with
long dark hair and blue eyes. My roommate Lisa has been hooking
up with this guy from down the hall in
our apartment complex (his name is
Bill). His roommate (Scott) is good
looking and pretty cool, but we
haven’t done anything other than flirt. I’m actually from South Carolina and
grew up a huge Clemson fan. He’s also
from South Carolina and is a Gamecock
fan. Earlier this year, we got to arguing
about our “home” teams and decided
to make a bet on the Clemson/South Carolina game. I was feeling stupidly
confident so we bet one month’s rent. Finally, the big day comes and all four
of us go to a local sports bar to watch
the game. Lisa and Bill know all about
the bet, of course. At halftime, Clemson
is up 21-14! Just before the start of the
third quarter, Lisa and I go to the bathroom and she tells me that Scott
doesn’t have a lot of money and that
losing a month’s rent is really going to
hurt him. He’s already talking to Bill
about borrowing some money and
paying him back over several months. I start to feel bad because this is really
about bragging rights and knowing
he has to borrow money to pay off the
bet takes some of the fun out of it for
me (as it turns out – stupid me!). So
when we get back to the table, I told Scott that our bet wasn’t about the
money and that we could decide on
something else to bet. He got a little
upset about Bill telling his business,
but I told him it was okay and that I
really just wanted to rag on him all year ?cause his team lost. Long story
short, just as the third quarter started,
we settled on a “dare” as the bet – but
we didn’t know what the other person
had in mind for their dare. I did make
rules that you couldn’t make the other person have sex (with you or
anybody) and you couldn’t make
them get naked. I have to tell you, I
was really looking forward to having
him clean our apartment in a French
maid outfit! We kept drinking and watching the
game and I felt pretty good about
everything because you could tell that
Scott felt better about not having to
pony up the money ?cause he was
way more relaxed and into the game. Halfway through the quarter Clemson
scored again to go up 28-14 and I got
cocky (har har). I started talking to
Lisa real loud about how I regretted
the no nudity clause and how my dare
would be so much better if he were naked. Me and my big mouth! Scott sat
there and took it but then a couple of
minutes later when SC scored to make
it 28-21, he looked across the table at
me and said, “Okay, Carin, put your bet
where your mouth is, let’s take off the rule about being naked.” “No
problem, Scott, hope it’s warm the day
you do your dare, I wouldn’t want
you to be embarrassed!” Lisa and I
were laughing and having a great time
when SC scored again just a few minutes later! Oh shit, now the game
was tied 28-28 and it wasn’t as much
fun anymore. The fourth quarter was
real nail-biter (especially for me, why
did I have to open my big fat mouth
about being naked), but in the end Clemson lost 31-28. Oh my god. Lisa
was still having a great time only now
she was laughing at me. I was going
to have to do a dare for Scott and
nudity was allowed. So, a week or two goes by and we’re
getting ready to head home for
Christmas break. I’ve been pretty quiet
for the past couple of weeks and I’ve
about decided that Scott is either
waiting until after break or maybe he’s forgotten about it (we all ended up
getting really trashed that night). No
such luck! The day before we’re
supposed to head home, I get a note
from Scott. He informs me that we’re
double dating to dinner that night and I will be informed about the conditions
of my dare. I talked with Lisa about it
and she told me that I had to go
through with it and that knowing Scott
and how hard I had ragged on him
before the game that it would be pretty embarrassing, but that I would
get over it and she would make sure
things didn’t get out of hand. After a
while, we talked about what to wear
and she said that she probably wasn’t
supposed to tell me, but that Bill had told her we were going to a local
fondue restaurant (very expensive). I
got a little mad at that since dinner for
two there was almost as much as a
month’s rent! I still didn’t realize just
how set up I’d been, but I would figure it out pretty quickly. Anyway,
Lisa and I decided that we would both
wear these really hot little mini-skirts. I
also decided to wear a silk blouse that
I have that’s so low cut that I have to
go braless with it. I looked pretty damn good if I do say so myself! 😉 So we get to the restaurant and it
seems like Scott knows a few of the
wait staff there. We end up in this little
booth in the back corner of the
restaurant (they call it the sweetheart
booth) that you can’t see into unless you come around this little corner. Our
waitress (Jill) comes over and asks us
for our drink orders and drops off the
menus. After she leaves, Scott takes a
deep breath, looks at me and says,
“Well, I guess you’re wondering what you’ll have to do for your dare. Please
go to the restroom and remove your
panties and give them to me. You have
to bring them back to me in your hand
and visible, you cannot put them in
your purse and you can’t ball them up and hide them. When you get back,
you will stand next to the both and
hike up your skirt to prove that you
have completed the assignment. You
will then sit down at the end of the
booth without replacing your skirt. At any time, anyone can ask you to
pirouette and you must stand up, turn
a full circle and curtsey before sitting
back down. Your skirt must remain
above your waist for all of dinner and
desert. Once the bill is paid, you may replace your skirt (but not your
panties, those are mine to keep in
memory of SC’s victory) and part one
of your dare will be complete. At that
time, I will tell you about part two of
your dare.” “What! What do you mean, part one and part two?! How many
parts are there!?” “Four”, he said.
“Forget it, I didn’t agree to a four part
dare. The rule was one dare and there
is no way I am taking off my panties
and sitting through dinner with everything hanging out for anybody
to see. That’s just crazy. The dare was
supposed to be done at the apartment
anyway. Lisa, help me out here.” I was
pretty pissed because I felt like I was
being taken advantage of and after I’d been nice enough to let him off the
hook on the money (of course, as it
turned out, I was the one who
would’ve paid, but still). Then I got the
next clue that things weren’t as they
seemed (I still didn’t get it though), Lisa said, “Carin, I can’t believe that
you’re trying to welch out on your bet.
There was no rule about doing it at the
apartment and as long as all four parts
can be done tonight, I don’t see why
they can’t count as one dare. You’re being a wuss. At least we’re sitting
back here where no one can see us.” I
couldn’t believe that she turned on me
like that! About that time, Jill came
back with our first round of drinks
and to see if we were ready to order. Scott told her that there was a slight
problem and that we might not be
staying for dinner. She acted a little pissed and said that if
we were leaving we should do it soon
since they had a waiting list and she
could use a table for dinner (bigger
tip, I guess). Scott apologized and said
we would have it straightened out quickly and she left. Well, long story
short, it wasn’t too quickly, but
somehow eventually they talked me
into it! I looked at Lisa and asked her if
she would go to the bathroom with!
me and she said I should wait until we put in our order. I told her that if I
didn’t do it now, I was afraid I would
chicken out and that I probably
wouldn’t eat much anyway and to just
order for me. She asked Bill to scoot
over and let her out and Bill said no! He said that this was my dare and that
I should do it myself. I was close to
tears as Scott stood up to let me out. I
slowly got up and walked to the
bathroom. On the way there I passed
Jill and she asked if everything was all right and would we be staying? I was
so upset, I just sort of started crying
and she rushed me to the bathroom.
She turned out to be really cool (I
thought!) and I actually ended up
telling her about the dare! She started laughing and said something about
“the good old sweetheart booth”. She
told me that hardly a weekend goes
by that she doesn’t see someone
either naked or close to it back there
in that booth. She thinks it’s funny as hell and told me to quit worrying
about and just have as much fun with
it as I could. Either way, it would all be
over soon. She left to go take care of
her tables and I fixed my makeup,
took a deep breath, and pulled my panties down from under my skirt. I
started to put them in my purse, when
I remembered that I had to walk back
to the table with them in my hand! I
started shaking just a little bit, but
decided to get it over with as quickly as possible. I pushed the door open
and almost hit some girl in the face
with my panties! I was probably nine
shades of red as I put my hand down
by my side as quickly as I could and
apologized to her and took off for our table! On the way there, I kept the
panties out, but just held my hand
down and I don’t think anybody saw
them. As I turned the corner to go
back to the booth, Jill was just coming
out. I smiled at her and kind of moved my hand so she could see the panties.
She winked at me and gave me a little
thumbs-up as she moved past me. Once I came around the corner,
conversation stopped. I was
beginning to really blush again as I
handed Scott my panties. He didn’t do
anything crude like sniff them or
anything; he just looked at them and then put them in his pocket. Then he
turned back to look at me. Actually,
everyone at the table was looking at
me! I started to protest that I didn’t
really want to do this, but the look on
Scott’s face stopped me. It was like he was waiting for me to beg him to get
out of this. I started to get a little mad,
what did I have to be embarrassed
about? I have an awesome body and
in any other circumstance, he would
be begging me to look at it! So, I smiled at Lisa and slowly raised my
skirt up above my waist and stood
there so that everyone could see I was
now naked from the waist down. Scott
nodded his head slowly and said,
“Thanks, now please pirouette and you can sit down.” Oh shit! I forgot
about that. So, not only was I standing
like this now, I would have to! do this
every time someone said “Pirouette”.
So, I turned around slowly, did my
curtsey and then sat down. The booth was really cold on my bare bottom
which acted like a constant reminder
that I was naked down there. The
table was far enough away from the
back of the bench that you could
easily see my hiked up skirt and the little landing strip of hair on my pussy.
A second round of drinks had come
while I was in the bathroom and I
started to get my drink on. Scott did
his best to be charming (sneaky
bastard ; ) and I was really starting to enjoy myself (and forget that I was
naked from the waist down) when
suddenly Bill said “Pirouette!”
Everybody stopped talking as I stood
up turned around and sat back down.
“You forgot to curtsey” said Lisa. Damn it. Who’s side was she on anyway? (I
would find out that it wasn’t mine!) So,
I got back up and did the whole thing
over again, curtseyed and sat back
down. Just as I sat down, Jill came
around the corner with our salads. She sat them down on the table and left
without saying a word which seemed
a little weird to me since she knew all
about it. Anyway, we were sitting
there talking (and I’d done a few more
pirouettes, one from Lisa, the bitch!) when suddenly Jill and another
woman came around the corner. Jill
said, “This is my manager, Kate. She’d
like to talk to you about your little
game.” Oh shit! To be continued?

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