This is a different one. I adapted this from an old, old draft of a play I decided would never work (a production of two people naked on stage the entire time probably wouldn't fly)-- so is very dialogue driven. Also, the medical conditions of both the characters are based on actual cases I found researching, both the cause and result -- I can see people thinking the one is a stretch, but yes it has happened to a real person with the same result. Also, big thanks to the female clinical psychologist, who I consulted with for the woman's dialogue back when this was a play. There's little sex (in this part), but I consider this an erotic romance of sorts, and hopefully one with a twist that people will enjoy.
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Gage couldn't believe he was talked into going through with the challenge. He only put his name forward because he didn't think he had a chance of being picked. "Spend a weekend with a naked coed in a studio apartment with the chance to win enough money to pay a year's tuition." Sounded like a thing almost every male on campus would want.
Of course, every male wouldn't be overthinking it like he was. First thing, you had to be naked the entire time too, and guy's bodies aren't attractive in every pose without clothes. Secondly, there are no witnesses. Each person gets a phone to document and verify the rules are met; that's it. Talk about complete venerability for harassment or sexual assault accusations. Thirdly, what type of female student would agree to parade naked around a guy alone for two days? Chances are there would not be many and no guarantee they would be attractive, or straight, or not getting a visit from aunt flow. It was a contest of sorts, anyways.
The rules were fairly straightforward. If both people stay the weekend together in the nude, each gets equivalent of a semester's tuition. If one of them leaves early, or attempts to cloth themselves with a towel, sheet, etc, the other gets enough for two semester's tuition. If both leave or violate nude rule, neither get anything. Each gets a phone to submit video confessions every two waking hours to verify rules are being followed. They also can be used to submit proof of the other breaking the rules. Using the phone for anything beyond that was also grounds to loose. The video footage would be censored and posted on a site with about a couple hours delay as well as commentary and stuff -- like a independent reality show. The ones running the contest, also students, were the only ones seeing all the nakedness besides the two contestants.
There was a bunch of pools and betting on how it would turn out. Only a couple people knew who the participants were until the game started. The one male organizer, named Rick or Ron, was a nursing student who studied with Dave, a good friend of Gage's. He told Gage that there was a special pool on whether the two had sex. If he 'closed the deal,' regardless of winning or losing, Gage would get a substantial bonus prize -- if he could prove it. Again, the assault accusation anxiety took a spike with that news. Now, he had double the motivation to assault her. Even if something consensual happened, if the girl had a boyfriend, throwing blame would be a good way to save face.
Gage played sports most of his life, but lately played X-Box more than he exercised. He was a bulky guy anyway, tall D-lineman type, and now with a bit of a beer gut. All his friend-zone girl pals ensured him that he was good-looking, but he hadn't had the luck with women as many of his male peers. No girlfriend since high school, and a handful of one-night stands and a couple of three-night stands since. When it came to the dating scene, his confidence was not there. He was happy to instead have a great group of friends, and be a year of way completing a business degree with honors -- provided he could pay for it as the cost was increasing more than his income. He had the option of taking a job, but his marks might take a hit and then risk not keeping his scholarships. All reasons why he was pushed into accepting this challenge.
The Friday night before the challenge, he went to bed early -- aided by a few drinks for courage. He was woken around one am by a loud canned horn. He was surrounded by loud guys covering their faces with hoods or bandana's. All they said were woos and ya's as they pulled him from bed and shoved him towards the door. In just his boxers, they led him to a minivan with a big group of people clapping and cheering.
The minivan drove the warehouse district and stopped in front of an old building. Three guys, not saying a word, escorted him in. There were several closed businesses in the building on the ground floor, and an old style cage elevator. They took the elevator to the top floor. It opened up to a dimly lit studio apartment that was actually nicely decorated, though minimally. A couch, dining table, and various pictures, which all seemed to be erotic art.
"Here," said one who Gage recognized the voice as the nursing student handing him a cellphone, "Boxers off. Your toiletries are in the bathroom. Enough food for three days in the fridge. More can be brought if necessary. You know the rules, signed the waiver. Survive the long weekend until midnight on Monday and you win. Good luck."
After Gage removed his boxers, the nursing student leaned forward and said, "You should be pleasantly surprised of your competition. I expect you to win the bonus -- I have money on it."
The three guys went down the elevator, and left the building. Gage heard a noise from the bathroom and the door opened.
"Okay, let's get a few things straight right away," said a voice which was familiar.
Out of the bathroom came an average height woman shielding her breasts with one arm and her groin with the other. She was more athletic than skinny with pale skin and a few tattoos. Her hair was shoulder length brown with blond highlights. Her face was that of the devil himself.
"This has got to be a fucking joke, you?" snarled Tracy Winfield, who was one of those one-night stands.
"Maybe you better just leave then," replied Gage.
"Sure, you get all the money for being a douche bag. Sounds like a great fucking plan."
"Just earn it back with frequent bitch miles."
Tracy didn't respond. She carefully moved, still shielding herself, to the couch and laughed coldly. "Those assholes rigged this up. Random selected my ass."
"What are you talking about?"
"Think about it, genius. They handpicked us because of our history. A big set up to get the maximum entertainment."
Gage shook his head. "I doubt it, just really bad luck."
"Really? You weren't offered a bonus for eating me out?"
"No..."
"I was -- for getting the guy to go down on me. And it just happens to be you with our history? Still think it's a coincidence or bad luck that it's the two of us? Come on, what did you need to do for the bonus?"
"Finish the deal."
"Finish the deal? How romantic. Fuck, can't believe I fell for this -- you, I can see." Tracy threw her head back and yelled out one syllable of frustration. "Fuuuuuuuck! Had to be fuckin' Gage..."
Gage wouldn't admit it to her, but she was right. They had history and ending on bad terms was an understatement. They met through mutual friends, Dave and Crystal, freshman year. Went to dinner and seemed to hit if off. After, they caught a movie and were holding hands by the end. After that, Tracy asked him to come over for a few drinks. That's what should have happened.
On the way to her apartment, she suggested stopping at a pub for a quick drink and snack. After her buying six rounds of shooters, they were making out in the bar. They took a taxi back to her place and had sex on her couch, halfway clothed. Only their pants and underwear were removed in the heat of the moment. He was excited and drunk, so it was quick. She didn't come, so she grabbed his head and directed him to her crotch demanding he "eat her till she screams." With the drinks, and a stronger odor down there that he wasn't used to, Gage puked mid cunnilingus -- all over her. She was not impressed, and mid berating, she also lost her lunch. She threw him a towel and made him sleep on the puke couch. He got up early to spare her kicking him out and thought that was the end of it.
That should have been the end, but a week later, Gage heard back from a mutual friend that she said it was the worst sex of her life. Gage was mad and drunk, so he announced loudly if her pussy didn't smell so bad, he wouldn't have puked on it. That was it. Mutual friends became team-Gage or team-Tracy. The two blocked each other on social media and avoided all contact for the next two years. None of Gage's friends even mentioned her name -- even though Dave's girlfriend, Crystal, was still close to Tracy.
"You know I still occasionally get referred to as 'stink puss'?" Tracy said calmly.
"Well, what you said didn't exactly help my social life either."
"What I said was in confidence as an explanation why I didn't want another date with that 'great catch' I was promised. I didn't announce it to the world."
"Starting a 'lame fuck' chant at a party isn't exactly private."
"Well, that was after you started the rumor, at least mine was true."
"Mine wasn't?" Gage said with a cold laugh, "That is the only time in my life that I ever puked drunk and guess why."
"Well, there could have been plenty of reasons. I drank a lot and was sweating. We just fucked -- briefly - with a lubed condom. That was the only time in my life any guy..."
"Puked while going down?"
"Said I smell bad..." Tracy covered her mouth, exposing her breast. It was average size and really perky. She started laughing, which lead to Gage laughing.
"Sorry, I'm still mad, but that was something out of real bad comedy, wasn't it?" Tracy said.
"American Pie worthy -- especially when you puked too." Gage said.
