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The author assumes absolutely no responsibility for any action taken by the person(s) viewing this document. And thus we begin the story... --------------------------------------------------------- 01Wager {Moon Dragon} (1st-exhib, f-solo, reluc, HS) "The Wager - Betcha Won't" Copyright Moon Dragon - Oct/06 - X - X - X - Never make a bet without knowing for sure what the stakes are in advance. Here's what happened when Nadia forgot that rule. - X - X - X - "Say what?!? Could you repeat that?" "I'm sure you heard me." "No way," Nadia said, "Absolutely not!" "Am I to understand that you're going back on our bet and giving up the forfeit?" Damien inquired, "Was that what I heard you say?" "No, damn it," Nadia said through gritted teeth, "That wasn't what you heard me say." Hissing in frustration, Nadia slowly began to unbutton her shirt, wondering how the fuck she'd managed to get herself into this mess... ... It had all begun on a hot and sunny afternoon just like any other, around twelve thirty on a Friday, and classes at Appleton High School had been dismissed for lunch only moments before. This semester was coming to an end, with only another two weeks until spring break officially began. Their entire school had been buzzing all morning, with talk of the principal's announcement being on the lips of every student. First thing on Monday morning, they would be beginning this years Spirit Olympics, where the whole student body would be divided into six teams to compete for various prizes. Various representatives from each team would enter an assortment of sports and activities. The first, second and third place winners in each contest would earn points for their team, with small prizes being awarded to all of the members of whichever teams had accumulated the most points by the end of the week. The school played the Spirit Olympics every year; this year they'd added something different. The name of the student that took first place in each event was going to be entered in a special draw, and whoever got their name pulled out of the hat would win four tickets to a concert over the spring break. Everyone wanted it, but Nadia intended to win... ... Sliding the powder blue silk shirt down off of her shoulders, Nadia closed her eyes in embarrassment; she couldn't believe Damien was really gonna make her go through with this. The world around her suddenly got a bit louder, but for Nadia, reality slowly faded out to a dull roar... ... Nadia had been on the school archery squad for two years, and at sixteen, she was one of the best archers on the range. She often outshot many of the seniors on the squad, and some of those fellas had been shooting since they were in elementary school. It was high time to put some of her skill to use. "Hi guys," she called as she walked through the school cafeteria to her friends table, "What up?" "Not much, chica," replied Steve, one of the guys from her math class, "How 'bout you?" "Nothing special," Nadia said, "So, any of you guys in any of the Olympic events?" "Yeah I am," Jamie-Lee said, "I'm playing floor hockey and racquetball." "Awesome," Nadia said. Her best friend Jamie-Lee was a co-captain of the school racquetball squad, and they'd made last years division championship match and had almost gone to state. This competition would be rather fierce, though. During the Spirit Olympics, she'd most likely be playing against some of her own teammates in each game. "Which team did you draw?" "Um, Blue Team, I think," the blonde replied, "I'm not sure. I've got it written down in my locker." "Aw, you suck," Nadia laughed, "Red Team rules, guys." "Not so, chica," Steve said, "I'm with the Orange Team and I happen to know that we're gonna kick all of your asses in the math events." "Math?" Jamie-Lee scoffed, "Are you kidding? The math events are just for wannabes who can't handle the real games. I'm surprised they even count as events." "Who cares," Marty said with a grin, "Points is points after all. Ain't that right?" "Sure it is," Nadia agreed, "But Steve, why are you so confident? Who's the Orange Team's math player?" "Me!" he grinned. "Should have seen that coming," Marty added. He was on the Blue Team too, and he'd oddly signed up for chess and ice hockey. It was a strange combination, but then that was Marty for you, ever doing the unexpected. "Right," Nadia laughed, "Well, consider yourself lucky then Stevie boy. You don't have to go up against me on the archery range." "Oh the Red Team has that in the bag then," Jamie-Lee said, "Nobody outshoots our very own Robin Hood." 'Exactly,' Nadia thought. She was sure to win -- well almost sure anyway -- and once her name was put in the draw for the concert tickets she could relax. "And which one of the Sheriff's men is Robin shooting at now," came a new voice. Their friend Damien joined them at the table. With his skill, he was both the captain of their archery squad and one of the only archers in their school that Nadia couldn't outshoot consistently. "Everybody not on the Red Team," Jamie-Lee explained with a smile, "Nadia's has entered the archery contest for the Red Team, and I was just telling everyone that she's a sure winner." "Hmm," Damien grinned wickedly, "Well, I wouldn't cash in your slip just yet." "And why not, Mr Smartass?" Nadia asked. "Well first of all," Damien replied, "I just signed up to compete for the Orange Team, and we both know that you can't beat my scores." "Rockin," Steve hollered, "Can it be? Mathematics and archery, united at last? We can't lose." Damn it! This complicated things. She knew that Damien had probably only done it to spite her, and he would likely take her with him to the concert even if he won the tickets, but that wasn't the point. She had wanted to win the tickets herself so that -she- would be able to treat -him- to the concert instead of the other way around. At least, that had been 'The Plan.' "Oh, you can't?" Nadia laughed, "Well, bring that out to the range, big boy, and may the best woman win." "So would you be willing to place a small wager on the issue?" Damien asked. "Yahoo!" Steve cheered, "Grudge match. This just gets better and better." Even though she played hard to get, Nadia really liked Damien, and she was looking forward to this concert as their special night. She knew that Damien really liked her too; he'd made no secret of it; but she had always kept him at arms length simply because she was afraid of moving too fast. In the last few weeks, though, she had decided that they'd waited for long enough. Damien had been doing everything he could think of to hook up with her, so now she planned to grant his wish in spades. If she won the tickets she'd invite him out to the concert, then they could go back to her place afterwards. She planned to have some candles ready to light in her bedroom, and maybe she could even sneak a drink or two out of her parent's liquor cabinet. They were going to be out of town for that whole weekend so she and Damien would have the place all for themselves for two full days. It was all part of the surprise she had planned for his birthday, which also just happened to fall the same weekend. "Standard arrangement?" Nadia asked. "Of course." Falling somewhere between a normal bet and an abnormal game of truth-or-dare, the standard arrangement could get you into a whole mess of trouble unless you were really careful. Damien had once dared Marty to eat an entire bottle of hot peppers when he lost a bet. Marty had done it, without even breaking a sweat. Jamie-Lee had once lost a cash forfeit when Steve won a bet, and he dared her to take off her shirt and run a lap round the school topless. She probably would have gone ahead and done it anyways just to shock him, but it had been snowing out, and she was just recovering from a flu. Once the bet was made, they would each hand an agreed cash forfeit price, sealed in an envelope, over to the wager referee -- usually Marty who would then lock the money in his dad's strongbox for safekeeping. Just as long as whoever lost the bet did what the winner dared them to do, and the winner confirmed it, each of them would get their money back. But if the loser chickened out, though, whoever won got to keep it all. "Okay," Nadia agreed, "You're on." The trouble was that the standard rules didn't require the winner to name the dare until the bet was accepted and won or lost. Nor was it necessary for anyone else to ever learn exactly what the dare consisted of, only for the winner to confirm whether or not the loser had completed it. "Alright, ladies and gentlemen," Marty announced, "The bet stands as follows: Nadia and Damien have both been signed up to compete in the archery competition during the Spirit Olympics. Whichever of them achieves the highest scores will be declared the victor, regardless of whether either of them wins the actual event. Those in favor say 'aye'." Damien and Nadia both laughed and said aye. "The forfeit stake shall be?" asked Marty. "Twenty?" Nadia asked. "No, not this time," Damien said, "Why don't we set it a little higher, just for fits and giggles." "Them's fightin' words," Marty pointed out, "Shall the forfeit be raised to fifty then?" The forfeit price was usually only raised as an added incentive, for those times when one planned to ask for a dare that ones opponent would be greatly inclined to refuse. If was reasoned that if ones opponent decided that giving up the cash forfeit would be preferable to going through with the dare, raising that forfeit cost would make them think twice about chickening out. "Two hundred." Nadia's eyes widened in shock. Two hundred bucks? That was her entire savings from her after school job, and Damien knew it, but she'd already committed herself to the bet so she had no choice. It didn't really matter anyway, because she had just gotten her new super high tech recurved bow that her aunt had brought back from Europe. She had been practicing with it in secret; her scores had been improving steadily, so she was itching to kick Damien's ass! "Fine," she agreed, "Marty, I'll bring my money to the Spirit Dance tonight. You can get it there. I believe that the archery events are on Thursday, so you should probably be able to give Damien's money back to him by next Monday morning." "Even more fightin' words," Steve grinned, "You gonna let chica here get away with that trash talk, man?" "Aw, let her talk," Damien replied, "She'll get what's coming to her after the shoot." - X - X - X - Her curly red hair fell over her face as she opened up her eyes, and she let it lay where it fell. It was a veil to hide behind, and right now she felt a need for all the cover she could get. Damien had been trying to get into her pants ever since she grew boobs, but she had no idea that he'd ever stoop to this level to make it happen... ...She should've seen it coming. When Damien had first suggested that two hundred dollar forfeit, it ought to have set off alarm bells, but she'd been so sure that she was really gonna win this time. If she didn't know any better, she'd have thought he cheated, but she had personally watched him shoot, and heard the judge call his scores. Besides, even if Damien was as devious and underhanded as he could get, he wasn't a cheater... ...Birthday indeed! As Nadia slipped her favorite blue jeans down the curves of her hips, she fervently hoped that Damien choked on his birthday cake. It was Friday night and they'd just arrived at Marty's Spring Break bash an hour before, just in time to see Marty's folks pull out of the driveway in the family car, on the way to an advertising banquet. As usual, they'd told their son that he could have two or three people over, and two or three had turned into twenty or thirty. His mom and dad had never made a big deal over the impromptu parties, as long as everything was decontaminated by the time they got home -- he had never bothered to tell them that someone almost always brought a keg, of course. The concert was tomorrow evening; and so was Damien's birthday, but even though he'd won the bet, Damien had not won the concert tickets. Jamie-Lee had taken first place in one of the racquetball events, and hers had been the name drawn for the four tickets. She had gone to collect them at the office, and promptly handed one each to Nadia, Damien and Steve, keeping the last one for herself. Marty's folks had already bought a ticket for him, so they were all gonna go together. Damien waited until she had drank a couple beers, then he leaned over and whispered in her ear, just as she'd started trying to figure out how to get away from the others after the concert the next night, so they could go back to her place. "Are you ready to find out what I expect you to do for losing the bet?" he asked, "But remember, babe, if you chicken out now, you lose two hundred bucks." "Sure," she said with a gulp, "Lay it down." "I want to watch you play with your pussy!" Nadia gasped in surprise, feeling her heart come up in her throat, then gave his request some thought. It set her own schemes ahead a night, true, but it would be a perfect lead-in to what she'd originally planned to do the next night after the concert anyway. "Alright," she said, "We can go back to my place later on tonight if you want to." "I don't think so," he said shaking his head, "I don't want to wait until later." She smiled and nodded, taking his hand to pull him out to the front porch where they could get her coat, but he didn't move when she tried to tug him up out of his seat. He set his hands on her hips, and gently pushed her backwards until she had sat on the coffee table in front of him. "Go ahead," he told her. It took a moment for her to catch his meaning, then an unpleasantly cold lump settled itself down in the pit of her stomach. Surely he couldn't mean that, not what she thought he meant -- could he? "Are you crazy?" she asked incredulously, "Here?" "Precisely," he said, "Right here, right now. I hereby dare you to put on a little show for me, and for every other person here." "Say what?!? Could you repeat that?" "I'm sure you heard me." "No way," Nadia said, "Absolutely not!" "Am I to understand that you're going back on our bet and giving up the forfeit?" Damien inquired, "Was that what I heard you say?" "No, damn it," Nadia said through gritted teeth, "That wasn't what you heard me say." Hissing in frustration, Nadia slowly began to unbutton her shirt, glaring up at Damien with each button. Her hands shook as she opened up the front of the shirt so that her pink lace bra showed through. Sliding the powder blue silk shirt down away from her shoulders, Nadia closed her eyes in embarrassment; she couldn't believe Damien was really gonna make her go through with this. The world around her suddenly got a little louder as people finally began to notice what she was doing, but for Nadia, reality slowly faded out to a dull roar. Her curly red hair fell over her face as she opened up her eyes, and she let it lay where it fell. It was a veil to hide behind, and right now she felt a need for all the cover she could get. Damien had been trying to get into her pants ever since she grew boobs, but she had no idea that he'd ever stoop to this level to make it happen. She reached down and unbuttoned her blue jeans, gazing into his eyes and silently pleaded with him to let her stop, but Damien remained silent. She couldn't afford to back out of this now, but she swore that Damien was gonna get it but good for this one. Under any other circumstances she probably would have just said fuck it, and let Damien keep the money; he'd probably spend it on her anyway, but she just couldn't afford to lose so much and he knew it. If she told her parents that she'd lost two hundred bucks, each and every cent that she'd saved, and on some stupid bet of all things, they'd kill her for sure. She could feel his eyes on her as she raised her hips to slip out of her jeans, kicking them aside. All that hid her body as the jeans fell was a pink lace bra and matching panties. The masses at the party had begun to crowd into the living room, trying to see what all the fuss was about, and Marty pushed his way to the front just in time to see Nadia reaching behind her back for the clasp of her bra. "What the fuck is going on here?" he demanded. "We made a bet," Damien explained, "And she lost." "No way," Marty said, "Come on, Damien. The bet is one thing but this is taking things a bit too far." "No, it ain't," came a laughing voice from the crowd. "You tell 'im," said another. "Shut up, you guys," Marty said, "This has nothing to do with you. As official wager referee, I'm calling an end to this bet. You can stop now, Nadia." "Like fuck she can," came another new voice, "A bet is a bet. Nobody ever got to change the rules before; she shouldn't get to change them now. Quit trying to screw with the game, Marty." Nadia looked around in shock, stunned to see Jamie-Lee taking Damien's side in the matter. She was taken even further aback when she saw a strange look in the blond girl's eyes. At first she had thought Jamie-Lee looked a little feverish, like she was sick or something, but then she concluded that her friend didn't look sick at all -- she looked hungry! Jamie-Lee licked hep lips as she let her gaze slide up and down over Nadia's almost nude body, and everywhere that her eyes fell was left a trail of smouldering hot sensation. Nadia had never felt such a raw, naked lust before, even from Damien, and she was scandalized when she realized that she liked it. "It's all up to you, Nadia," Marty said, "If you don't want to go through with this, say the word and I'll cancel the bet and give you your money back, no matter what these assholes say." Nadia cast another look at Jamie-Lee, feeling a shiver go up her spine as she met the anxious need displayed in the blonde girl's eyes. She'd been silently begging Damien to let her stop, and now she saw Jamie-Lee just as silently begging her to keep going. "It's okay, Marty," she said without breaking off eye contact with her best friend forever, "I want to." "That's it, baby," Damien said, "Take it off." "Oh shut up," she spat back. She wasn't doing this for him. For just a single instant, Damien's dare had even seemed like a great idea. Even though she hadn't won the bet, his proposition had still fit quite well with her own plan, if a bit ahead of schedule, but that was before she figured out that the spiteful little fuck had intended to humiliate her in front of all of their friends, all because she'd never put out for him. With Marty somewhat placated, Nadia reached behind her back once more for the clasp of her bra. She undid the hooks and hesitated for an instant, looking at Jamie with a wicked grin and a raised eyebrow. Jamie grinned back, nodding expectantly. For Nadia, everyone else had ceased to exist, and only Jamie-Lee remained in the room with her. She slipped the straps down off of her shoulders, letting the pair of lacy pink cups fall away from her ample tits. Jamie let out an almost inaudible moan, then glanced quickly around to see whether anyone had heard her, but nobody was paying attention to her at all. Cupping her hands over her tits, Nadia splayed out her fingers until her nipples peeked through. It was quite warm at Marty's house that night, so when she saw how hard they had gotten she couldn't even use the cold as an excuse. Licking the tip of her finger, she stared into Jamie's eyes, tipping her head to one side and glancing at her own tits in query. 'Do you want me to?' she asked soundlessly. With an anxious sigh, the sexy blond girl told her not to stop. 'Please,' she begged. Nadia finally relented, circling her wet fingertip all around her nipple, making it harden even further. She let out a quiet sigh of contentment, biting her lip in delight and throwing her head back when she heard that sigh echoed by her best friend forever. She hooked the thumb of her right hand into the waistband of her pink lace panties as she beckoned Jamie to come closer with her left. Jamie pushed through the crowd, and Nadia looked over at Damien where he sat on the armchair smirking. "Move it, jerk," she said. She watched Damien's eyebrows snap up towards his hair line, and his gaze jumped back and forth between Nadia and Jamie-Lee. He finally realized that this show had nothing to do with him anymore when Marty's heavy hand fell on his shoulder. "I think the lady wants you to leave," he said, as he pulled Damien out of the chair and slapped his forfeit envelope against his chest, "I hereby judge this dare officially fulfilled, and the wager finished. Now, get the fuck out of my house." Nadia grinned at the applause that followed Damien out of the house, and she reached up to take Jamie-Lee by the hand to guide her into the chair from which Damien had so unceremoniously been evicted. "Front row seat, babe," she whispered. Her right thumb was still hooked in her waistband, "I wanted you to be able to see this." Jamie-Lee sank down in the leather armchair, blushing furiously. She'd overheard Damien tell one of his jock buddies what he planned to have Nadia do, and although she had desperately wanted to see it, she had planned to be more discrete about it. She had been as appalled as anybody to hear herself arguing with Marty, as if something had taken over her tongue, leaving her brain as a helpless observer. Discretely watching from the sidelines had just become quite impossible, as Nadia had invited her onto center stage. Some tiny part of her mind was screaming at her to get out of the armchair and bolt for the door, but just when she was about to do that very thing, she saw Nadia begin to gently tug at the soft pink lace of her panties and she suddenly found herself firmly glued to her seat. Nadia lifted her tight little ass up off of the coffee table, leaning forward to slide the delicate scrap of lace down past her knees, never taking her eyes off of Jamie-Lee's brightly flushed face. As she bent forward at the waist, slipping her panties off her toes, she heard Jamie give a quiet little whimper of frustration as her view was briefly obscured. Grinning up at Jamie-Lee, Nadia teased her by crossing her right leg demurely over her left before she leaned back, sweeping her loosely curled russet hair over her shoulders, exposing her ivory soft tits to Jamie-Lee's eager view. The blond girls own nipples were pushing visibly against her skin tight tank top. Her breathing grew ragged as she parted her thighs, unconsciously urging Nadia to do the same, entirely unaware that she was showing the sexy naked redhead the damp patch that had formed at the crotch of her khaki pants; as if she would have cared. She decided to take pity on her friend, finally ending her agonizing tantalization. She heard a few scattered gasps of appreciation from the assembled crowd of high school students, delightful perverts as they were, as she began to separate her long slender legs. Not one reaction, though, was as heartfelt as that of her best friend. Jamie moaned out load as Nadia's silky smooth pussy was revealed. Planning to surprise Damien, Nadia had gone to a salon the day before and gotten the full Bare All Brazilian wax. It was too bad for him that the poor jerk never even got to see it, but at least Jamie's reaction made the experience worthwhile. It had actually hurt like a bitch, but once she had heard her best friend moaning that way, Nadia decided that just maybe the bother had been worth it after all. Gently sliding the fingers of her right hand down over her taut little belly, Nadia spread her thighs just a bit wider and began to trace her fingertips all around her pussy. She lifted one ivory breast up to her flush lips, sucking the nipple into her mouth while fondling its twin. She switched to the other one and giving it the equal treatment; by the time she released it, both nipples were standing out hard and full. While she kneaded her ivory tits, a euphoric tingling had begun between her thighs, and a trickle of wetness started dripping from her slit. She slowly played with the cleft between her legs and Jamie groaned, watching her hand as it caressed her pussy. Nadia closed her eyes with a little groan of enjoyment, spreading her thighs a little farther for better access to her tight quivering slit. She worked her fingers up and down the soft pink lips of her pussy until she decided that her teasing had gone on long enough. Too distracted to hear the gasps of surprise from all of those who watched her, Nadia continued fondling her slick pussy, moaning each time her fingertips bumped over her clit. The masses were completely disregarded for the time being, and only the desire to get herself off remained in her mind. With two fingers of her left hand, Nadia opened her pussy lips, letting Jamie gaze into her dripping slit, and then she teased herself by inserting just the tip of one finger into her little hole. She stirred her fingertip in tiny circles around her opening, crying out for more but not giving in to her own hunger. The scent of her arousal filled the room with a musky fragrance, and her hips began rocking up and down upon the coffee table as she brought herself ever closer to rapture. Just as she felt the first tiny fluttering of an orgasm building within her, she surrendered all resistance, plunging two fingers as deep as she could into her pussy. She began to thrust her fingers wildly in and out of her naked pussy, and fucked herself with abandon until her orgasm began to build upon her, then stopped. Her tits heaved as she panted in frustration but she would not resume until the wave of approaching ecstasy receded. Only when her pussy lips stopped twitching around her fingers did she withdraw them, leaning back across the coffee table, displaying her charms to Jamie-Lee and anybody else who wanted to look. There was a delicious ache between her legs that demanded her attention, but she ignored it until she was sure Jamie had looked her fill. She moaned in encouragement as she watched Jamie lie back in the armchair to undo the snap of her khaki pants. The blond wasn't brave enough to take them off altogether, not in front of everyone else, but she did unzip them enough to slide her fingers inside. Lying flat on her back, Nadia spread her thighs as far as she could and restarted her play. She inserted one finger of her left hand into her snatch, followed by a second. She glanced at the her best friend and cooed when she saw a hint of blond curls peeking up past the waistband of her khakis, and watched the rhythmic beat of her fingers beneath the fabric, then she reached up for her heaving tits with her right hand. She lightly stroked her nipples, slowly thrusting her fingers into her pussy until they were as deep as they could go. Jamie-Lee whimpered, wide eyed in wonder. Nadia's bald pussy turned her on incredibly; it looked so sexy and smooth, and it made her yearn to touch it. She'd never considered doing such a thing before, and she let that thought play through her mind while she watched Nadia playing with herself. Hidden inside of her khakis, her own fingers were dancing over her hard clit, and Jamie wondered which of them would last the longest. Slipping her fingers in and out of her dripping pussy was beginning to raise her back up toward the powerful orgasm that she had denied herself earlier, and Nadia decided not to play any longer. She needed her release badly, and now it was time to get it. With two fingers fucking her wet little slit, and the fingertips of her other hand playing with her tits, she let the pressure build up, but she wouldn't release it until Jamie was ready. Although they'd both been trying to be as quiet as possible, both of them finally gave up, moaning and whimpering as they approached the peak together. "Oh yeah," Nadia sighed, "Ungh, that's so good." Nadia's fingers squeezed her tits, but Jamie-Lee found her eyes always drawn back to the redheads bald little pussy. She could hear the girl moaning, her clit was throbbing in response, and the damp spot in her khakis had become a sodden patch in evidence of her arousal. "Ungh, fuck," Nadia whispered, "I wanna cum." "That's it, baby," Jamie-Lee encouraged, embarrassment forgotten, "Do it for me." Once her friend had given permission, Nadia struggled no longer, suddenly audible through the whole house as her cries gained volume. "Ooh yeah, just a little more" the girl wailed as she played with her pussy more quickly, "I'm gonna... Here it comes. Ungh, ungh! Aaaaah!" Her whole body began to thrash, and her pussy spasmed around her fingers. She shivered in ecstasy as her wet slit pulsed in waves, every little twitch sending new thrills shooting throughout her body. Brilliant colors danced in front of her eyes, and her ample tits heaved as she groaned and gasped for air. Watching the hot little redhead cumming was more than Jamie-Lee could take. Listening to Nadia screaming out her ecstasy was pushing her towards the edge; she felt her own pussy beginning to tremble as the first shocks of orgasm blasted her with electric sensations. "Nadia!" she cried. Nadia quickly slipped off the coffee table, straddling the blond girls lap. "Give it to me baby," she whispered into Jamie's mouth a moment before she pressed her lips firmly up against the blond girls own. Having the naked redhead writhing in her lap, with her silky tongue lightly doing delicious things to her own lips, promptly finished the job that her fingers had started. Jamie-Lee whimpered into Nadia's mouth as she felt herself losing control. "Ooooh fuck," she cried, "Ungh, I'm cumming... ooooh!" Jamie's hips began to buck beneath Nadia as she played with her throbbing clit. Fireworks in blazing rainbow hues exploded within her head, and she could taste the scent of Nadia's sweat and the fragrance of her sticky sweet pussy. Her own slender body thrashed until Nadia was forced to grip the arms of the chair in order to avoid being thrown to the floor, but she held on tight to Jamie-Lee, stroking her naked tits against the sexy blond's tank top covered body until they both trembled to a halt. The whistles and cheers that Jamie had heard when she took first place the racquetball event were impressive enough, but they were nothing compared to the applause that finally snapped her out of the pleasant fog that she had drifted into with the sizzling redhead sitting naked on her lap. Her eyes shot open in scandalized realization of what she had just done. Nadia suddenly giggled into her ear like a naughty little girl, and then they were both in fits, laughing uncontrollably. "Alright folks," Nadia jested, "Anybody who even hints at a word of this in our senior yearbook dies." The assembled masses just laughed along with her, with just an occasional dirty comment thrown back to prove that they nobody was afraid of the big bad wolf. Steve came up behind them with a sheet that he'd grabbed out of the linen closet, to wrap round Nadia's shoulders. "Damn, girls," he said as they got up out of the chair together, "How come I've never won a bet like that?" Jamie had begun collecting all of the clothes that the redhead had tossed in various directions. "Well, Stevie baby," she said, "I guess you just don't know which people to bet against. Okay guys, who stole her panties?" Steve sheepishly pulled the a lacy pink scrap from his pocket with an evil grin. Jamie-Lee playfully slapped at him as she snatched Nadia's panties out of his hand and passed them back to her. "Hey, no souvenirs pal," Jamie grinned as Nadia shooed her up the stairs to get dressed. Before they moved up far enough to be out of view of the crowd, though, the sexy little redhead reached out and pinched her ass as she scampered up the steps. "At least not for the spectators," everybody heard her whisper. Jamie led her up the stairs, looking for any room that had a lock on the door... THE END