**Names have been changed to protect the innocent.....and not so innocent.
"So it's a bet?"
Yup, that is how it started. John Hampion** had been my friend since fourth grade, and now, he was betting me to get the head quarterback to strip nude at the homecoming game.
I knew at the time, it would be easy. Mackenzie Arman** was an easy guy, he'd get naked for any girl at the school. His hormones were so charged up, he had said he'd even fuck the sixty year old librarian, Ms. Cherin's. But I knew to get Mack (as us cheerleaders called him) to do what John wanted was going to be hard. The bet was to get Mack to run out onto the field after the final song the school band would play.
"Alright, it's on John!" I then said, shaking his hand. He smiled and walked away.
John had been my first kiss, even though in fifth grade, it wouldn't hurt our very stable friendship....and our little elementary romance in sixth grade lasted a whole week, (Ohh, my! That was so long.....I hope you sense my sarcasm, because it's so hard to display in writing.)
John was one of the most popular guys at our high-school. He may not have been in any club, or on any team, but everyone loved him. He was "the shit!" as people would say. Gosh, teenagers.
So, after the bet was made, I went to work on it. I called Mack that night, I did my best sexy voice and told him to meet me under the bleachers of our teams side during half time. "Yeah right, if I can give coach the slip..." he had said.
"Trust me, Mackenzie..." I had whispered. "I'll make it worth your while."
He laughed a little, not sure if he believed me or not and said a "sure, whatever," and hung up.
A week later, I stood under the bleachers close by the teams locker rooms, a minute left in the quarter. I had snuck away from my fellow cheerleaders and told them I had to pee and would be back before the end of half time. I was shaking...we had been forced to still wear our uniforms, despite the cold. I stood there, shaking...waiting for what seemed like forever. Then the whistle blew, and the siren sounded, telling everyone it was half time.
The teams formed at their benches, and then went off to their locker rooms. I watched as our team shuffled into the locker room near me. I caught a glimpse of Mack as he went in, and waited for him to come back out. Another minute or two went by, and then he came out. He was still in his uniform and everything, and was sweating real bad. He slipped through the small opening in the gate to the fence that formed around the legs of the bleachers and made his way to me.
"Claire....." he whispered out to me. "Claire!"
I stepped out into the light, "Over here...hurry!" I whispered back. He trotted over to me.
"What do you want, hot stuff?" he asked in a hushed voice so no one would hear us from above. People wouldn't be able to see us if the looked, but we didn't want to be caught either.
"I have a dare for you....if you do it, I'll reward you big time." I said, my legs still shaking, but my voice stable.
"What's the dare?" he asked.
"Streak after the game...." I said quickly. I could tell he wasn't for sure if he had heard me right. "After the final song from the band, get nude, run across the field to the parking lot and trust me, you'll be rewarded." I smiled at him. "And just to give you a little taste of your reward...." I moved towards him, pulling up the top of my uniform. He looked shocked at my tits.
For being 18, with a great body, I had the perfect sized tits. And I was always reminded by it on every date I'd ever been on in high-school. I grabbed my tits for him, and squeezed them together, and then pulled my nipples up towards my face. I stretched my tongue out, and licked the tips of my nipples.
"Ohh god, Claire...." he whispered. He moved towards me and put his arms around me. He licked my mounds that were still squeezed in my hands, and moaned. "You better not be fucking with me...."
"Mmmm, I'm not Mack..." I whispered back. "I'm so fucking serious.....you do it, and I'll make you so happy."
"For you, of course I will...." he kissed me quickly on my lips and then pulled away, slapping my ass quickly and heading back to the locker rooms. I watched his cute tight ass as he ran back.
I waited a few seconds, making sure no one would see me come out from under the bleachers, and made my way out, I got back to the cheerleading team and told them there had been a long line for the bathrooms. John was seated a few rows up on the bleachers, I caught his eyesight and gave him a thumbs up.
The game was great, our team won by a landslide in the last two minutes. I had almost forgotten about the bet, until the end of the game when John pulled me away from the girls. It clicked quickly in my mind, and we made our way out to the parking lot. People were still in the stands when the band started and we got to his car. It was parked in the fire zone, and had a perfect shot out of the parking lot.
We heard the screams, and yells, the whistles and hollers, and we saw him running across the field. A few security guards were trying to catch up with him, but he was fast. I was amazed that he did it and wanted to laugh. It was so funny to watch him running with his glory flapping around as he ran so fast. He yelled and screamed, "Victory is ours!!" (our school's teams motto) and as he got to the parking lot, he noticed us right away.
John got in his car, turning it on. "Claire, get in!" he yelled. I got in the front seat quickly, and John started to pull away as Mack climbed in the back seat, panting, out of breath.
"Oh god!" he yelled. "Get out of here, I'm so fucked!"
John stepped on the gas and peeled out of the parking lot before the security guards even got the edge of the lined up cars. "Wooohooo!!" Mack yelled out of the window. "Victory is ours!!" He was sweaty, and breathing in deep. "I've never ran that fast before...man!"
"That was so cool man," John said, putting his right hand behind his head, Mack slapped it and they both yelled at the top of their lungs. "YEAHHHH!!!"
I just sat there and laughed. We drove for a few minutes, and then when Mack had caught his breath, John smiled at me. "Get into the glove box, Claire....there's something in there for Mack." I leaned forward, and opened the compartment. There was an open box of condoms and a blind fold. "Hand them to him, C."
Gosh, I thought. He hasn't called me C since junior high. I tossed the condoms back to Mack and the blind fold too. "Put it on, baby..."I whispered, smiling at him. His grin got wider and he put on the blind fold with anticipation.
"We'll go to a discreet spot to give you you're reward, man," John said, turning on his blinker and pulling onto a street. I didn't recognize the street at the time, and was wondering what John was up to. He had told me to get him to his car, but never said what he had in mind after that. Then he pulled up to a house and clicked a remote on his dash. The garage door opened and he drove in. Clicked the remote again, and the door closed behind us.
The garage was well lit, and I knew the house wasn't John's. I turned to him and he put his finger up to his lips. He mouthed "Shhh" and opened his car door. He motioned for me to follow. I crawled out after him and then a door opened to the garage. A girl with a short black pleated skirt came out with a tank top. She had her hair in pony tails and looked exactly like me except that she had bright red hair. I didn't know who she was, but she opened the back seat door.
"Thanks John," she whispered and climbed in.
"Come with me," John whispered in my ear. He pulled me away and we sat on a bench near the car.
The car began to rock quickly, and we heard moans and sighs coming from Mack inside the car. I heard him moan my name, and the blind fold was thrown out of the open window in the back seat of the car. "Ohh shit!" we then heard him yell.
"You fucking bastard!" the girl screamed at him and they scrambled out of the car. "You are such a fucking liar!" she screamed and stormed out. Mack stood there, by the car with a condom still on his dick. He was fuming and he slammed the car door.
John and I stood up, a little shocked, especially me. "What the hell!?" Mack yelled at us. "Why the fuck did you do that!?"
"Sorry, man," John said, "she called me the other week and said she knew....I'm sorry man....She is my cousin...I couldn't let her get hurt anymore."
"What the hell?" I asked. I was confused.
"That's my girlfriend!" Mack yelled pointing his hand towards the door where she had run out. "Fuck!" he yelled and slammed his hand on the hood of John's car. "You fucking set me up, Claire!"
"I'm sorry, Mack, I didn't know about this....." I said, almost crying. I felt so bad, even though I was more angry at John for setting me up as well. "I really am sorry."
"You'll get over it, man," John said. He lit a cigarette and walked towards his car. "Don't hit me, I'm getting you some clothes." He walked to the back of his car and used his car keys to open the trunk. He pulled out a pair of boxers and jeans and shirt. "Here, get dressed, I'll take you home, man." John was cool, calm, and certain that Mack wouldn't throw a punch. "Don't be mad at Claire, she really didn't know that was going to happen. I just got her to get you to streak and run to my car...that's it."
Mack glared at me, and I wanted to shrink away. Instead, I sat back down on the bench. Mack took the clothes from John and began to get dressed, John walked back to me, putting his cigarette down on an ash tray at the bottom of the stairs. He sat next to me, and put his hand on my knee. "It's okay, Claire," he whispered. "He won't be mad forever....you did me a real favor you know....okay?"
I wanted to cry, to punch my best friend...but instead, I nodded and rubbed my forehead. "Take me home please?" I sat there while John stood up and got his cigarette and took in a drag.
"Yeah, I'll take you home, get in the back though, okay?" He put his smoke out and called out to his cousin. "Janice, I'm headed out, call me if you need anything okay?"
