Kenny said we would be doing another nude dare on Saturday, three days away. Again, he wouldn't tell me what it would be. That gave me three days to imagine all the scary situations he could cook up. But then Saturday turned out to be cloudy and cool, and he said we'd wait till the next day. Another night to lie awake with my imagination running wild. Sunday was sunny and bright with a nice light breeze. Kenny said it would be a perfect day to grab some sun at the lake, and I started to get an idea of the dare when he told me to wear my tiniest bikini, but make sure I had sunscreen on all over.
The place we go at the lake is a nice meadow that slopes gently down to the shore, with a gravel parking lot beside it, kind of like an unofficial park. It's a perfect hang out for the kids from campus. They go out there to lie in the sun, read, swim, throw a Frisbee, drink beer, smoke weed, whatever. Some local families use it, too, but only the more broad-minded, since the college kids tend to act like college kids. Still, I've never seen any outright nudity out there -- maybe a quick titty flash, but that's all. After the dares we had been doing, I didn't think Kenny was going to be satisfied with something like that. I guess I wouldn't have been, either.
I knew Kenny would challenge me. That's what made it exciting. In fact, the bikini he had me wear was a challenge in itself. It's mostly pink strings, with three little triangles of pink cloth to cover my nipples and pubic patch. Kenny bought it for me as a present, and I had always thought it was just for the two of us. I had never worn it out of the house. When Kenny said my tiniest bikini, I hadn't even thought of it, but that's the one he meant.
I had to shave down my fuzzy little pubic patch to keep it from showing around the bottom of that silly suit. When I tried it on and looked at myself in the mirror, I was scared. Could I really wear something like that in public? I might as well be nude.
Kenny let me wear a T-shirt cover up while we loaded the car. Maybe he didn't want to get the neighbors all excited, but I don't think it did any good. The T-shirt was even shorter than the sundress I'd worn for my first dare. With just that pink string running up my crack, I'm sure it looked like I was bottomless from behind. Oh well, the way I was feeling, the neighbors were just going to have to get used to it.
We set up our blanket about a hundred yards from the parking lot, and maybe about twenty yards from the water. There were probably about 50 or 60 people spread out over the meadow, mostly college kids. The only families were down at the other end. The nearest group of college boys was about ten yards away, three cute guys lying on lounge chairs, soaking up the sun. Kenny sat on a little folding chair and got out his book. I sat on the blanket and looked at him with nervous anticipation.
"Well, aren't you going to take off your cover and get some sun?" he asked.
"Okay."
I pulled the T-shirt over my head and felt my boobs shifting perilously under those tiny triangles of cloth. I didn't look over, but I could feel the boys' attention zero in on my nakedness. I quickly lay on my stomach, which hid my boobs, but exposed my backside. I had butterflies doing gymnastics in my stomach, but nothing happened. The boys nearby were probably keeping an eye on me, but they didn't move closer or anything like that. Nobody pointed or laughed or made any comments - at least none that I could hear. It was just another beautiful day at the lake. The gentle breeze and the bright sun felt heavenly on my skin, and after a few minutes, I began to relax.
Maybe Kenny sensed it, because he immediately poured a little gas on the fire. "It's a shame to let those strings make tan lines," he said. "Why don't you take off your top?"
"Kenny," I whined, but I didn't object when he undid the strings and slid the top out from under me. Now I was officially topless in public. It felt like some kind of milestone, and I realized that I would be passing a lot more of them as we experimented with these dares.
Actually, taking off the top made almost no difference, since my nipples stayed out of sight beneath me. Unless they saw him do it, I doubt if the boys could even tell that Kenny had taken away my top. After a few minutes I got used to it myself. The sun lulled me into semi-consciousness and I drowsily thought it would be nice to be an uninterrupted shade of brown from head to toe.
Of course, that wasn't quite what I was getting, as Kenny was quick to point out. "You know," he said, just as I was starting to get comfortable with the idea of lying out there topless, "those strings on the bottoms aren't hiding anything. They're just making lines on your beautiful butt. I think we should get rid of those, too."
"Kenny." This time my objection was a little more serious. It was one thing to be topless with my boobs hidden under me. Stark naked was something else.
But Kenny didn't seem to think so. He started fiddling with the strings where they were tied at my right hip. I felt them loosen. Then he fiddled at my left hip and those strings came untied. There was nothing left holding the bottoms on.
"Kenny, I ..."
He didn't seem to hear me. Suddenly I felt a sharp tug and the little triangle slipped through my legs. Another milestone.
