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I wanted to end the strip dare game this chapter, and move on to other stories in Amy's pledge experience, or to write from some of the other girls' perspectives, but this story took longer than expected, so I'll wait to conclude it in the next chapter.
Characters in this story (as described in Part 1):
Amy - main character of this story, Asian American college freshman rushing DE
Vanessa - active sister of DE, blonde Southern girl
Anna - Amy's childhood friend, dark skinned, black haired, curvy yet petite girl
Crystal - Amy's pledging nemesis, as they two have to fight for one bid
Julie - college classmate of Amy's
** Every character in this story is 18 or older **
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Amy nervously tapped her finger on the ground in front of her. Vanessa had just added a new twist to their little game, and Amy definitely didn't like it. Luckily, she was still fully dressed. Crystal, however, wasn't so lucky; and though she had seemed fairly calm stripping off her dress in front of everyone, Vanessa's new rule of a forfeit dare had briefly thrown Crystal off, which had given Amy a strange sense of pleasure.
Now Julie was up. Julie tapped the phone in the center that was responsible for doling out the dares. She paused for a second, and then looked up at Vanessa. Amy could see the apprehension in Julie's blue eyes. She was scared to give Vanessa a dare. Julie opened her mouth, but then closed it again, and turned to Crystal.
"Crystal, I'm super sorry, but I dare you to send a photo of yourself as you are right now, to the last person you texted. Level 1," Julie said. Crystal glared at Julie for a moment before sighing.
"Let me check my phone first," she said. She grabbed her phone and scrolled through it, then swore softly. She tilted her head, and ran her hand through her light brown hair. Amy wondered who it could be, that Crystal had to debate such; Amy felt this was either a hard no or an "easy" yes type of question.
Eventually, Crystal held her phone out. Julie grabbed it and snapped a photo of Crystal, and opened Crystal's text messages. Julie gasped.
"Mitch? Like TA Mitch? Like the hottie of Math 121?" Julie shrieked. Amy grinned.
Ah, so you were trying to flirt with Mitch maybe, but you're not sure if you should send lingerie pictures yet.
"Yes, now give me my phone back," Crystal snapped.
"Why were you texting your TA?" Julie probed.
"I was just asking for help, no big deal," Crystal responded. Julie smirked, but said nothing as she sat back down.
"My turn," Crystal said tersely. She tapped the phone in the middle, and suppressed a mischievous smile. She looked at Amy, and Amy's heart began to beat fast again.
"Amy, I dare you to let me finger you
under
your dress and panties until you're wet," Crystal said, adding afterwards, "Level 2."
Amy flushed a deep red; she didn't really see much of an option here. She was already wet, and really didn't want the other girls to know that, especially Anna and Crystal. Amy sighed and stood up. She reluctantly and slowly unzipped her dress, and slid it down her torso. She shivered as her chest and navel felt the the touch of the cool air conditioned air, and she paused at her waist, then shimmied the dress down her legs, and stepped out of it.
Amy then realized with a shock, she wasn't wearing anything but a bra and panties, meaning she would have to expose herself, waist up or waist down. Amy stood paralyzed in front of the other girls. Crystal cleared her throat impatiently. Amy glanced in her direction and saw a triumphant expression on Crystal's face. Amy reached behind her and fumbled with her bra clasp. She undid it and pulled her bra off her, exposing her perky but small boobs. She immediately threw her bra on the ground and then covered her breasts as she went to sit back down. She didn't want to show how erect her nipples had become, and certainly didn't want any of the girls to compare her breasts to Crystal's.
"Dayum girl, things are spicing up," Vanessa whistled. She reached out to the center and polled for their next dares. She smiled malevolently.
"Amy! Sorry to tag team you but its a race to the finish now," Vanessa said, sounding, unsurprisingly, not sorry at all. "I dare you to slip an egg vibrator inside your panties that's controlled by me, until you're naked or the game ends. Level 3," Vanessa said. Amy's heart started pounding.
If this is Level 3, then I probably don't want to find out what Level 4 is,
Amy thought. She nodded at Vanessa.
"Excellent! I'll be right back," Vanessa exclaimed as she stood up and headed out the door. There was a tense silence, that was broken by Anna giggling nervously.
"Damn Amy, have you even masturbated before?" Anna whispered mockingly at Amy. Amy didn't really know why, but she had always been considered a very conservative or innocent girl; perhaps because she was still a virgin or, maybe because she disliked talking about guys and anything sex-related. But the latter was not out of any sort of prudishness, but really just due to her lack of experience.
In fact, Amy sometimes relished in the fact that she was anything but innocent, enjoying the sense of rebelliousness she felt each time when someone assumed she didn't masturbate, or watch porn, or know what a dildo was, etcetera etcetera. She actually had quite the sex drive; but due to a mix of conservative parents and being a generally shy and awkward person, she had never gotten to act out that sex drive with another person. Well, except that one hand job she'd given to Joseph McMillan in the janitor's closet, senior year, after being told of Katie's sexual exploits that Amy had had no idea of. So, for her, masturbation was the only way of satisfying that sex drive.
"Yes, I have" Amy said matter of factly. Anna's gasped exaggeratedly as she laughed, and Amy couldn't help but laugh too.
