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Note: While based on some true events, this story is completely fictional. Contains sexual content, appropriate for 18+ years of age and older. This is my first story, so proofreading would be appreciated!
October, 2014
“It’s finally fall”, thought Julia. Crisp air prickled her skin, sending goosebumps down her spine. Julia was a second year at University of the Midwest, a small, no-name school in rural Minnesota. Midwest, as the students called it, was the primary attraction to the surrounding town of Forest Lake. Forest Lake was the type of town where you had to drive 30 minutes to do anything- shopping, groceries, eat out, drink.. basically anything that might make college more enjoyable. During the school year, the town ballooned to 4,000 people, and 3,500 of those people were students. During breaks, it became a ghost town. The one exception, though, was fall.
The town was founded beside a picturesque lake, nestled in a forest valley between two mountains. Winters were brutally cold, but the rest of the seasons made up for it. Families from across the country came to Lake County to see the fall colors every year. Right around September, there was an almost perceptible change in the air. It felt as if the valley itself was preparing one last breath before bracing for winter.
Julia sighed, as she sat cross-legged on a ledge overlooking the lake. Julia Wilson was a 20-year old psychology student, working on her Bachelors’ degree. At 5’2″, with emerald green eyes, long brunette hair, and a sculpted figure, she should have been Midwest’s “it” girl. What she lacked, though, was confidence.
Julia developed earlier than others in her class. Middle schoolers can be cruel. They mocked her for being different. As an adult, Julia sported ample breasts, an hourglass figure, and a toned ass that was the result of many hours in the campus gym. She had almost everything someone her age could want, but those early years in middle school robbed her of self-confidence.
Today, though, would be different. She just didn’t know it yet.
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“Why am I doing this?” Julia thought, as she shakily opened the YikYak app on her phone. YikYak had become all the rage on her campus. Practically everyone she knew was on it, because it was the single venue that students had where they could post their thoughts, feelings, and even fantasies without fear of the school finding out and getting them in trouble.
Julia took a deep breath and looked out the window. It was cloudy, the moon covered, and close to midnight. She was also completely naked and on the other side of campus from the nearest set of clothes. She was in her office in the psychology building, which was the safest place she could think of. Julia felt her excitement dripping down her legs. She was nervous, but knew she had to do this, because she needed to prove to herself that she could.
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“Dare”, Julia said, immediately regretting doing so. Her friends surrounded her, smirking. As if they had this planned the entire time.
“We were hoping you’d choose a dare!” exclaimed Natalie, her best friend and roommate. Natalie, Morgan, Melissa, Anika, Christy, and Julie all looked at Julia, expectantly. They were all in the same psychology program and had become close friends over the past elazığ escort year. It was a Friday night, and this was their monthly girl’s get together at Julia’s apartment. These parties usually involved a lot of wine, carbs, and gossip.
A few times, after a few too many, the conversations had gotten sexual: three or four months ago, the girls, after teasing Julia relentlessly, had found out that Julia’s kink was exhibitionism and she was still a virgin. Just a virgin who liked to masturbate in public or for an audience.
Tonight seemed like it would be another one of those parties that turned sexual. Anika had lost her shirt and Natalie’s underwear and leggings were draped over the couch. Julia was having a hard time not looking between her legs for a closer view of her roommate’s pussy. Melissa had shown us the small bullet vibrator she kept in her purse for when she just needed some stress relief.
“Your dare is to strip naked and go streaking,” Natalie smirked. She held up a finger at Julia’s protest and continued, “You also have to post on YikYak that you’ll be out naked.”
“Natalie, I can’t–what if…”
“Julia, I’ve seen you naked plenty of times. You don’t have anything to be ashamed of. I’d kill for your body. Plus, we all know you like people to see you- haven’t you been fantasizing about something exactly like this? This is your chance to show us you’re not just all talk.” Natalie winked at me.
She knew she had me in a corner. The truth is, I did want to do this. I just wanted to do this and not get kicked out of school for it.
“Can I at least take a rain check for this? I’ve had wine and I don’t want to do something I might regret later..”
“Nope, you have to do it tonight. But, if you send us proof of it, I’ll do anything you dare me to when you get back.”
“Fine. But I want all of you to agree to any dare. Not just Natalie.”
The girls looked at each other.. I could tell some were hesitant, others excited. They all looked at me and nodded.
They would do. anything? My mind was racing: I hadn’t expected them to agree. I had been fantasizing about Natalie for months.. just last night I had moaned into my pillow while fingering myself into oblivion fantasizing about her going down on me. I had woken up this morning, naked and sticky with my own cum.
I flashed a wicked grin. I knew just what I’d be asking for.
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I crouched naked, in the corner of my office in the psychology building. There were at least three locked doors between me and the nearest hallway. It was the furthest from my apartment, but also probably the safest. I knew that campus security cleared and locked the building every night around 11pm. I had special permission to have 24 hour access to the building (ever since I started tutoring international online students), so I knew I was relatively safe.
I took a deep breath. I knew I needed proof to get the girls to do what I had planned. I closed the office curtains, turned on the lights and set my phone on a delayed timer, propped up on a nearby bookcase. “Fuck it, might as well make it a good one.” I ran back to my chair, faced the camera and lewdly spread my legs, displaying my pussy for the camera. I reached down and spread my labia, which were already dripping erzincan escort with excitement. Right as I heard the timer end, I slipped a finger inside of myself. I couldn’t believe how wet I was. I brought my finger to my mouth and licked it clean.
I walked to check the picture. I saw myself, naked with a face flush with lust and desire, spreading my obviously drenched pussy for the camera. I looked like a porn star or a camgirl… and had never been this turned on before. “This better be enough for them,” I thought. You could see my name on a nameplate on the edge of my desk. It was obviously my office.
I sent the picture directly to Natalie, knowing that she’d never let this get into anyone else’s hands. Even if she was my torturer right now, I trusted her implicitly. I knew she would keep it between her and the others. And maybe, if I was lucky, she’d touch herself later looking at me. I knew I’d find out soon enough. “Part one done,” I thought.
Part of me wanted to stop right there, but I knew I had one more part of the dare to complete before I got to run back across campus to my apartment. I opened the YikYak app. YikYak was anonymous, but it did only show you posts by people in your immediate geographic area.
It seemed like a lot of people were up tonight. I scrolled through the recent posts, one asking about whether any parties were going on right now. Another was talking about their fantasies about a hot biology professor. I began to write my post.
“If you’ve ever wanted to see a girl streaking across campus, come see me at the Taylor building in 15 minutes! My clothes are on the other side of campus and I’d love to meet some other exhibitionists on my way back home. If you get lucky, maybe I’ll take a photo with you! 😉”
The girls might have said I had to post on YikYak, but they never said I had to tell anyone where I actually was! The Taylor building was clear on the other side of campus, and I could just make it out from my office window. I reached over, turned off the lights, and opened the curtains.
This was going to be fun.
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I sat with my legs spread in my office chair, facing the open window. The lights were off inside and I knew unless someone specifically knew I was there, there was no way they’d notice me. I lazily ran my hands over my naked body, grasping my tits and lightly squeezing my nipples. Every so often, I’d run my hand down between my legs, tracing my fingers up and down the sides of my labia, but never quite touching my clit or dipping a finger into my wetness. I wanted this to last.
I started, hearing indistinct yelling. I spotted a group of students, men and women, arriving at the Taylor building. I was far enough away that it was hard to tell exactly how many people were there, but it had to be at least two dozen, in various states of dress. I squinted and swore I could make out a woman or two in what seemed to be lingerie. “Maybe there are more exhibitionists here than just me..” I thought. I glanced at the clock. “Five minutes until I’m supposed to be there.” I started to lazily trace circles around my clit, while pinching one of my nipples and savoring the slow buildup of heat in my core.
My phone screen lit up, and I glanced over. I had several texts in the group chat erzurum escort my friends and I shared, with all of them asking me for updates. They had spotted my post on YikYak. I sent a short text: “Dare complete. See you all soon 😉”. I checked the post to see dozens of comments, asking if anyone had spotted me yet. It seemed Midwest was desperate to see a naked woman.
I started the last part of the plan: I edited the original post with an update: “I see a lot of you turned out to see me! I’m honored! I’m at the PAC watching you all run around trying to find me.. I didn’t know so many of you were perverts.” The PAC was the performing arts center on campus. The quickest way there was for my “paparazzi” to run toward the psychology building, and then make a turn right in the courtyard directly below my window, and run for five or ten minutes in the opposite direction from me, and more importantly, my apartment.
As I watched the crowd begin to gather and run toward me, I began to work on my orgasm in earnest. While circling my clit, faster and faster, I slipped one, then two, fingers inside of myself, curling them upward and hitting my g-spot. A familiar tingling and heat began to spread out from my core, into my limbs and down to my fingers and toes. A lewd, wet noise began to fill my office as I began thrusting my fingers faster and faster. I felt myself dripping, and looked down to see white, sticky fluid not only coating my fingers, but drip out of my pussy, down my asshole, and onto my office chair.
I looked up and watched the crowd draw closer. Everyone was looking at their phones, excitedly chattering and pointing toward the PAC. From my vantage point, I saw those same women from before. I could see one of them was in very skimpy lingerie, while another wore a robe with only panties underneath. She was topless underneath the robe and barely trying to hide her ample cleavage from view. The men in the group seemed equally interested in finding the YikYak poster and in the scantily clad women around them. I gasped as I watched the one in lingerie turn, spotting a visible damp spot on her white lace panties.
“Was that from me?” I thought as I continued to edge closer and closer to my orgasm. I watched as the one in white lace dropped her phone. She bent over to pick it up, and in the light from the lampposts in the small courtyard, I swore I saw a glint of metal. She was wearing a buttplug!
That pushed me over the edge. I swore as I came, heat exploding out from my pussy throughout my body. I spasmed in my chair, feeling my pussy clench around my fingers over and over again. My vision began to fade, my back arched, all while trying desperately not to make a noise and alert the crowd below.
It was like the wind was knocked out of me.. My head was dizzy, my breath ragged, as I tried to recover from the strongest orgasm I’d ever had. I slowly withdrew my fingers and licked them clean, savoring the taste. I looked down and saw that I had dripped all over my chair, and that the inside of my legs were sticky with cum. I thanked myself for bringing tissues last week to my office, and wiped my self clean as best I could. I looked outside, and spotted the group in the distance, walking toward the PAC.
If I was going to make it home unseen, now was the time. I looked around to make sure I hadn’t left any evidence of my “activities”, and finding none, locked up and ran downstairs. I looked around, and seeing no one, began to run in the direction of my apartment.
“Time for my fun, now” I thought. My friends didn’t know what they had gotten themselves into.
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