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22/05/2013
I've been trying to get working on this for a while, but things have kept coming up in real life and so I haven't really gotten a lot of time for it. Also been working on some pretty intensive projects that have kind of been killing a lot of my drive to write lately as well. Well, I figured that if anything I need to just start writing this otherwise it might never get done.
The last part of this story was the end of the first year of M and C's college time together. This takes place on the final day they spent together in college, after all the tests and exams. They were both going to move out that night, but they had to settle one last thing first.
As per before their final exam had been math, but unlike last time M pulled ahead by six marks and managed to pull in the biggest victory yet. The winner could make the loser do, or do anything to the loser, that they wanted with no restrictions and no backing out allowed. The sky was the limit, and they'd already gone through some embarrassing and wild things during the summer and year leading up to it so neither of them expected anything plain or easy.
C told me that she should have been expecting something closer to what she got, but she never expected M to take it so far. She's been out for revenge ever since and after hearing the story I honestly can't blame her. M still gets a kick out of the whole story, but what surprises me is that C seems to enjoy it just as much as M does. It's one of those things where like M lied a little about the first story she told me because she found it humiliating, C didn't feel the same level of shyness or vulnerability when she was put in the spotlight.
It was the final evening. They had to be out by morning, with their keys on the counter and the door unlocked. A good number of students were also moving out and those that would be moving in would be in sometime in the next week. Like the year before it was nice and warm, closing in on the summer months and all. Roughly about 6:30pm M finally said that it was time and told C to take off all her clothes. Reluctantly C complied and stripped - though she told me that she was excited and nervous to see what was going to happen at the time.
M began to dig through C's bags to look for something 'suitable' for C to wear. Because they were both planning on leaving that night they'd both already packed up fully. The only reason they hadn't left yet was because they both knew that this was the time M was going to spring this on C. Eventually M settled on a pair of red sexy, see-through panties, a pair of socks, and C's running shoes. C showed me a picture of her standing in her living room/kitchen area in exactly that, laughing about it when she retold me this story last week. Of course in the picture she was covering up and red faced, but C said that after the picture was taken she was ordered not to cover up.
M picked up her car keys, and pulled out a hundred dollars in cash that she had taken out earlier that day in preparation. M ordered C to get in the car and that she'd explain what she would have to do on the way. With C leading they made their way across the open and almost empty parking lot to the farthest parking spot away from their apartment where M had decided to park after running errands that day. M of course decided to slowly saunter over to the car while enjoying the view of C awkwardly trying to hurry her up and hide without 'covering up' as she knew if she did then it would only get worse for her.
When they finally got in the car M began to explain the game and the rules as she described them. M was driving C to the sex shop about half an hour away from their apartment building, and would wait outside until C finishes inside. C would go inside - still not allowed to cover herself up - and would have to buy two items: A leather collar with a cowbell attached to it, and a large dildo or vibrator. After she purchases them she would have to come out of the store on her hands and knees with the dildo or vibrator in her mouth and return them to M. She told C to give the clerk the change should there be any.
However humiliating, C told me, what was described to her was not nearly as bad as what she'd originally imagined. But on the long drive there she began to wonder if she was being set up - that there would be a large group of horny men waiting inside to take pictures of her or somethings similar. But it was far to late to try to back out now, and even though C may not have the same level of pride that M does she wasn't going to back out because she said she wouldn't.
I liked the contrast between the two - M and C that is. M was prideful, and didn't want to look weak in front of anyone and so she would never back down regardless of what she was put through and she would grin and bear it the whole time. C on the other hand wasn't afraid to be embarrassed or humiliated and though she didn't like the feeling of being vulnerable she wouldn't back out simply because she had made a bet in the first place. She was dependable, almost all the time and when she said she'd be somewhere or that she'd do something nobody could doubt her because statistically speaking she kept her word. The not backing out because she made a bet thing is the reason she got her nipples pierced after losing a bet earlier in the year - and the reason why she still has them and will still have them until at least 2016. On the other hand though she said that she enjoys playing with the piercings, so she'll likely keep them longer than that.
They finally reached the parking lot in front of the adult store. It's windows were all tinted out so you couldn't see from the outside like every other adult store, but to C's pleasant surprise there was only one other car in the parking lot and since the adult store was open it was likely to be the person working.
After putting the car in park she turned and said to C, "Take your time, I'll be here when you get back. I promise."
C said to me that she was relieved to hear those words, but really knowing M she shouldn't have believed her for a second. C got out of the car and walked inside. The clerk at the counter was roughly 26 years old and female. She was currently helping a sheepish woman about C's age and her boyfriend who was about M's age. The three of them looked at her for a long second as she walked in the front door before C casually turned down the first isle and began looking for the things on her list. By the time the couple had finished paying C had made it around the edge of the store to near the back corner where the cuffs and collars were, trying to find one that matched the description M gave to her. She heard the couple leave the store, and eventually drive away.
The clerk made her way over and greeted C, "Hi, how are you today? You lose a bet or something?"
"Yeah, I did." C responded.
"Looking for anything in particular? Need help with anything?" The clerk was friendly as anything, and when C gave her an odd look she responded, "Oh, I'm sorry. Nothing exciting ever happens on my shifts so this is really interesting. Do you enjoy walking around practically naked?"
C shook her head, pushing the question from her mind. When she told the story to me she admitted that it was a pretty big rush when she thought back to it, but at the time she just wanted it to end really badly. After looking at the collars on display she couldn't find one that matched the description that M had given her, and asked the clerk if they had any in stock.
"We don't actually. It's a surprisingly popular product, and we sold the last one yesterday. There was one we got in on special order about two weeks ago but the person who ordered it never picked it up. Store policy says that we're supposed to put it out on display and sell it though. I can even give you the 'naked discount,'" pause, "I'm just kidding, there's no discount for being naked. I wish there was though, it'd make my day way more exciting. It's already discounted because it was special order, it'll come to about forty five dollars, plus tax."
C agreed, and then asked about the second item on her list. After being lead to the section where she'd find those kinds of toys the clerk ran to the back room to get the collar. At this point C had gotten over her initial embarrassment and could think clearly enough to estimate how much she was able to spend on the dildo or vibrator after buying the collar - which was as M emphasized the most important part. She told me that in hindsight she should have been paying more attention to what was going on around her, but I'll get to why in a moment.
C finally picked out something, and the Clerk had come out with the box with the collar inside. They met at the counter and C handed over the hundred dollars, and after taxes she had roughly ten dollars left over which she gave to the clerk as instructed. The clerk joked that C should have just stuffed it in the front of her panties, C ignored her.
"Here, let me help you with the collar," the clerk said, pulling the collar out of the box. As she moved the collar it made fairly loud clanging noises as one would expect from a cowbell. After the clerk had pulled the collar around C's neck and fastened it in place, she fiddled with it some more before C heard a loud 'click'. Feeling around the collar she realized the clerk had slid in a small padlock into the collar to keep it from unbuckling without a key.
"I don't actually have a key. Y'know when M asked me to do this I was all kinds of worried that I wouldn't get the lock on or that I wouldn't recognize who you were. M just said I'll know when I see you, but I didn't know what that meant at first." She smiled and patted C on the shoulder, "Just having a little fun. M will have the key."
C just stood there half mortified. It shouldn't have been a surprise that M had put in more planning into this than she had let on to begin with. As C turned to begin moving towards the door she heard the loud clanging sounds coming from the bell on her collar and felt mortified. She wondered how long she'd be stuck with it on, which although a valid concern would be the least of her worries shortly.
She put the vibrator she had picked into her mouth, and got down on her hands and knees once she reached the door. The clerk burst out laughing in the background as C hadn't mentioned that part of the bet. Once she made it out the front door she looked one way and then the other very rapidly, panicking. M's car was nowhere in sight and C was frantically trying to remember when M had left. M told me that she pulled out as the couple did so that if C wasn't listening she wouldn't notice M pulling out. C said she figured that since she was taking a while M had just put the car in park and was still waiting for her, but both her and I agreed that it was a pretty dumb thing to hope for.
The half an hour drive that it took to get to the sex shop wasn't because the drive was actually that long. It only took that long because M drove around for as long as possible, turning up and down streets driving the speed limit or just under it while C sat in the passenger seat unable to cover herself up. It would only be a half an hour walk, or a twenty minute jog if C was willing to get back to the apartment. C had been to the sex shop before on a few occasions, mostly on bets to buy something embarrassing and the like, so she knew how to get home from there at least.
They'd also had a few streaking competitions or races between different members of the apartment complex over the summer, so C also knew enough of the back roads to keep herself out of sight for about two thirds of the way home. But it didn't change the fact she was topless, wearing a pear of see-through red panties, socks and running shoes while carrying a large vibrator with a loud bell attached to her.
It was still very light outside, and though many stores were closed by now there were still people about the area. C of course stood up and looked around, trying to figure out what she could do. M told me that she wasn't expecting for C to keep the vibrator with her the entire way, or take it with her at all. C said that the only reason she kept it was because it was part of the bet/punishment: she had to take the vibrator and collar to M as she was told.
The area specifically around the sex shop didn't have any back roads, so she had to jog down the sidewalk hoping that nobody would see her. Apparently it didn't work and she got some whistles from some guys across the street as she ran as quickly as she could until she could get onto a side street. There were some walking paths that people didn't really use to often that C walked down, trying to not make the bell clang to loudly as it did when she was running. She got spotted by a few other people along the way when she was crossing the street to get to the next walking path, but eventually the apartment complex was in sight. At that point she decided just to make a mad dash for it assuming that when she made it back it would be the end of her torment.
Unfortunately for her it was not. She made it into the unlocked apartment and noticed her things on the counter where she left them. Her car keys, her cell phone, and he wallet. What she didn't see in the living room however was any luggage, hers or M's. C had come in from the side of the complex across from the parking lot, so she didn't see that M's car wasn't there when she came back.
She phoned M only to hear, "Oh, you made it home in one piece. That's good, I was worried you'd get arrested or something. It'd be a long drive back. You can swing by my place anytime and pick up your stuff." M hung up and didn't answer again, obviously enjoying torturing C.
C lived three hours from the college, and M lived three or four hours the other way. C was stranded with no clothes and the choice either to drive home and have to explain it to her parents or drive two hours to M's house and have to deal with whatever extra M would put her through to get her clothes back after her long run through town. C was panicked, mostly naked, and pretty much stranded and if she left while it was still light out there would be a good chance she would be seen by a lot of people on her drive home since she had nothing to cover up with. She'd searched the apartment and found no towels, blankets, or anything.
All was not lost she realized as she heard her friends from next door leaving. They hadn't seen her come in, and it sounded as if they were getting their things ready to pack up and leave. C rushed to the door and opened it a sliver and had just managed to catch them before they disappeared around the corner.
"Do you have a shirt and some pants I can borrow?" C's question was probably too specific for the reaction she wanted.
They asked what was the matter, one of them commenting on the cowbell hanging from C's neck. When C explained it to them they burst out laughing, one of them almost to the point of tears. The girl with the camera (one of the neighbors always had a high-quality digital camera with them because they needed it for their courses) shoved her way into the empty apartment, leaving C with nowhere to hide. The other one followed, leaving their bags outside.
After some teasing and joking at C's expense, camera girl finally said, "I'd be more than willing to share some clothes with you. But first you need to do something for me." The two of them made C pose and do a very embarrassing photo-shoot not just in the apartment but in the courtyard of the complex, and by the street with the laundromat across the street as a backdrop, and finally in the parking lot.
After all of that the two of them put their bags into the back of their car and were about to leave when C desperately reminded them that they said they'd lend her some clothes. "Right! I almost forgot I was having so much fun. Here," the girl with the camera unzipped her bag and pulled out a hot pink bra and handed it to C, "See you later!"
C barely had time to protest before they got in their car and pulled away. Defeated C returned to the apartment to fetch her keys, phone, and wallet, and the vibrator. In the end she decided to go home instead of driving to M's house to get her luggage which she did the next weekend. She got did get spotted by a lot of people, she told me, but not as many as she thought and after about an hour she got used to the drive and it wasn't nearly as bad as she imagined it would be. When she got home she was lucky enough that nobody was there and was able to sneak in and get dressed before anyone showed up. However it didn't change the fact that the collar was still locked to her, and she ended up telling a different version of the story where she wasn't half naked running through the town to her parents. Her dad got out a large set of bolt-cutters and snipped the lock off the collar for her, with minimal questions. Her parents were always pretty understanding and open people and she said that she'd been caught doing more embarrassing things than that.
Ever since then C has had it out for M, even though they're still really good friends. They still make bets and have contests although to my knowledge they've calmed down some since college. It was one of those smaller contests that left M taped to the chair where I found her and C admitted to me that from the stories M had told her about me she was hoping that I would do worse to her than I did.
This was mostly unedited, however I did check it over quickly for spelling and some grammar. I wanted to get it out there because I didn't want to end up putting it off for two weeks. I've been pretty busy, but hopefully I'll be back soon with more stories! As always I love to hear feedback!
The last part of this story was the end of the first year of M and C's college time together. This takes place on the final day they spent together in college, after all the tests and exams. They were both going to move out that night, but they had to settle one last thing first.
As per before their final exam had been math, but unlike last time M pulled ahead by six marks and managed to pull in the biggest victory yet. The winner could make the loser do, or do anything to the loser, that they wanted with no restrictions and no backing out allowed. The sky was the limit, and they'd already gone through some embarrassing and wild things during the summer and year leading up to it so neither of them expected anything plain or easy.
C told me that she should have been expecting something closer to what she got, but she never expected M to take it so far. She's been out for revenge ever since and after hearing the story I honestly can't blame her. M still gets a kick out of the whole story, but what surprises me is that C seems to enjoy it just as much as M does. It's one of those things where like M lied a little about the first story she told me because she found it humiliating, C didn't feel the same level of shyness or vulnerability when she was put in the spotlight.
It was the final evening. They had to be out by morning, with their keys on the counter and the door unlocked. A good number of students were also moving out and those that would be moving in would be in sometime in the next week. Like the year before it was nice and warm, closing in on the summer months and all. Roughly about 6:30pm M finally said that it was time and told C to take off all her clothes. Reluctantly C complied and stripped - though she told me that she was excited and nervous to see what was going to happen at the time.
M began to dig through C's bags to look for something 'suitable' for C to wear. Because they were both planning on leaving that night they'd both already packed up fully. The only reason they hadn't left yet was because they both knew that this was the time M was going to spring this on C. Eventually M settled on a pair of red sexy, see-through panties, a pair of socks, and C's running shoes. C showed me a picture of her standing in her living room/kitchen area in exactly that, laughing about it when she retold me this story last week. Of course in the picture she was covering up and red faced, but C said that after the picture was taken she was ordered not to cover up.
M picked up her car keys, and pulled out a hundred dollars in cash that she had taken out earlier that day in preparation. M ordered C to get in the car and that she'd explain what she would have to do on the way. With C leading they made their way across the open and almost empty parking lot to the farthest parking spot away from their apartment where M had decided to park after running errands that day. M of course decided to slowly saunter over to the car while enjoying the view of C awkwardly trying to hurry her up and hide without 'covering up' as she knew if she did then it would only get worse for her.
When they finally got in the car M began to explain the game and the rules as she described them. M was driving C to the sex shop about half an hour away from their apartment building, and would wait outside until C finishes inside. C would go inside - still not allowed to cover herself up - and would have to buy two items: A leather collar with a cowbell attached to it, and a large dildo or vibrator. After she purchases them she would have to come out of the store on her hands and knees with the dildo or vibrator in her mouth and return them to M. She told C to give the clerk the change should there be any.
However humiliating, C told me, what was described to her was not nearly as bad as what she'd originally imagined. But on the long drive there she began to wonder if she was being set up - that there would be a large group of horny men waiting inside to take pictures of her or somethings similar. But it was far to late to try to back out now, and even though C may not have the same level of pride that M does she wasn't going to back out because she said she wouldn't.
I liked the contrast between the two - M and C that is. M was prideful, and didn't want to look weak in front of anyone and so she would never back down regardless of what she was put through and she would grin and bear it the whole time. C on the other hand wasn't afraid to be embarrassed or humiliated and though she didn't like the feeling of being vulnerable she wouldn't back out simply because she had made a bet in the first place. She was dependable, almost all the time and when she said she'd be somewhere or that she'd do something nobody could doubt her because statistically speaking she kept her word. The not backing out because she made a bet thing is the reason she got her nipples pierced after losing a bet earlier in the year - and the reason why she still has them and will still have them until at least 2016. On the other hand though she said that she enjoys playing with the piercings, so she'll likely keep them longer than that.
They finally reached the parking lot in front of the adult store. It's windows were all tinted out so you couldn't see from the outside like every other adult store, but to C's pleasant surprise there was only one other car in the parking lot and since the adult store was open it was likely to be the person working.
After putting the car in park she turned and said to C, "Take your time, I'll be here when you get back. I promise."
C said to me that she was relieved to hear those words, but really knowing M she shouldn't have believed her for a second. C got out of the car and walked inside. The clerk at the counter was roughly 26 years old and female. She was currently helping a sheepish woman about C's age and her boyfriend who was about M's age. The three of them looked at her for a long second as she walked in the front door before C casually turned down the first isle and began looking for the things on her list. By the time the couple had finished paying C had made it around the edge of the store to near the back corner where the cuffs and collars were, trying to find one that matched the description M gave to her. She heard the couple leave the store, and eventually drive away.
The clerk made her way over and greeted C, "Hi, how are you today? You lose a bet or something?"
"Yeah, I did." C responded.
"Looking for anything in particular? Need help with anything?" The clerk was friendly as anything, and when C gave her an odd look she responded, "Oh, I'm sorry. Nothing exciting ever happens on my shifts so this is really interesting. Do you enjoy walking around practically naked?"
C shook her head, pushing the question from her mind. When she told the story to me she admitted that it was a pretty big rush when she thought back to it, but at the time she just wanted it to end really badly. After looking at the collars on display she couldn't find one that matched the description that M had given her, and asked the clerk if they had any in stock.
"We don't actually. It's a surprisingly popular product, and we sold the last one yesterday. There was one we got in on special order about two weeks ago but the person who ordered it never picked it up. Store policy says that we're supposed to put it out on display and sell it though. I can even give you the 'naked discount,'" pause, "I'm just kidding, there's no discount for being naked. I wish there was though, it'd make my day way more exciting. It's already discounted because it was special order, it'll come to about forty five dollars, plus tax."
C agreed, and then asked about the second item on her list. After being lead to the section where she'd find those kinds of toys the clerk ran to the back room to get the collar. At this point C had gotten over her initial embarrassment and could think clearly enough to estimate how much she was able to spend on the dildo or vibrator after buying the collar - which was as M emphasized the most important part. She told me that in hindsight she should have been paying more attention to what was going on around her, but I'll get to why in a moment.
C finally picked out something, and the Clerk had come out with the box with the collar inside. They met at the counter and C handed over the hundred dollars, and after taxes she had roughly ten dollars left over which she gave to the clerk as instructed. The clerk joked that C should have just stuffed it in the front of her panties, C ignored her.
"Here, let me help you with the collar," the clerk said, pulling the collar out of the box. As she moved the collar it made fairly loud clanging noises as one would expect from a cowbell. After the clerk had pulled the collar around C's neck and fastened it in place, she fiddled with it some more before C heard a loud 'click'. Feeling around the collar she realized the clerk had slid in a small padlock into the collar to keep it from unbuckling without a key.
"I don't actually have a key. Y'know when M asked me to do this I was all kinds of worried that I wouldn't get the lock on or that I wouldn't recognize who you were. M just said I'll know when I see you, but I didn't know what that meant at first." She smiled and patted C on the shoulder, "Just having a little fun. M will have the key."
C just stood there half mortified. It shouldn't have been a surprise that M had put in more planning into this than she had let on to begin with. As C turned to begin moving towards the door she heard the loud clanging sounds coming from the bell on her collar and felt mortified. She wondered how long she'd be stuck with it on, which although a valid concern would be the least of her worries shortly.
She put the vibrator she had picked into her mouth, and got down on her hands and knees once she reached the door. The clerk burst out laughing in the background as C hadn't mentioned that part of the bet. Once she made it out the front door she looked one way and then the other very rapidly, panicking. M's car was nowhere in sight and C was frantically trying to remember when M had left. M told me that she pulled out as the couple did so that if C wasn't listening she wouldn't notice M pulling out. C said she figured that since she was taking a while M had just put the car in park and was still waiting for her, but both her and I agreed that it was a pretty dumb thing to hope for.
The half an hour drive that it took to get to the sex shop wasn't because the drive was actually that long. It only took that long because M drove around for as long as possible, turning up and down streets driving the speed limit or just under it while C sat in the passenger seat unable to cover herself up. It would only be a half an hour walk, or a twenty minute jog if C was willing to get back to the apartment. C had been to the sex shop before on a few occasions, mostly on bets to buy something embarrassing and the like, so she knew how to get home from there at least.
They'd also had a few streaking competitions or races between different members of the apartment complex over the summer, so C also knew enough of the back roads to keep herself out of sight for about two thirds of the way home. But it didn't change the fact she was topless, wearing a pear of see-through red panties, socks and running shoes while carrying a large vibrator with a loud bell attached to her.
It was still very light outside, and though many stores were closed by now there were still people about the area. C of course stood up and looked around, trying to figure out what she could do. M told me that she wasn't expecting for C to keep the vibrator with her the entire way, or take it with her at all. C said that the only reason she kept it was because it was part of the bet/punishment: she had to take the vibrator and collar to M as she was told.
The area specifically around the sex shop didn't have any back roads, so she had to jog down the sidewalk hoping that nobody would see her. Apparently it didn't work and she got some whistles from some guys across the street as she ran as quickly as she could until she could get onto a side street. There were some walking paths that people didn't really use to often that C walked down, trying to not make the bell clang to loudly as it did when she was running. She got spotted by a few other people along the way when she was crossing the street to get to the next walking path, but eventually the apartment complex was in sight. At that point she decided just to make a mad dash for it assuming that when she made it back it would be the end of her torment.
Unfortunately for her it was not. She made it into the unlocked apartment and noticed her things on the counter where she left them. Her car keys, her cell phone, and he wallet. What she didn't see in the living room however was any luggage, hers or M's. C had come in from the side of the complex across from the parking lot, so she didn't see that M's car wasn't there when she came back.
She phoned M only to hear, "Oh, you made it home in one piece. That's good, I was worried you'd get arrested or something. It'd be a long drive back. You can swing by my place anytime and pick up your stuff." M hung up and didn't answer again, obviously enjoying torturing C.
C lived three hours from the college, and M lived three or four hours the other way. C was stranded with no clothes and the choice either to drive home and have to explain it to her parents or drive two hours to M's house and have to deal with whatever extra M would put her through to get her clothes back after her long run through town. C was panicked, mostly naked, and pretty much stranded and if she left while it was still light out there would be a good chance she would be seen by a lot of people on her drive home since she had nothing to cover up with. She'd searched the apartment and found no towels, blankets, or anything.
All was not lost she realized as she heard her friends from next door leaving. They hadn't seen her come in, and it sounded as if they were getting their things ready to pack up and leave. C rushed to the door and opened it a sliver and had just managed to catch them before they disappeared around the corner.
"Do you have a shirt and some pants I can borrow?" C's question was probably too specific for the reaction she wanted.
They asked what was the matter, one of them commenting on the cowbell hanging from C's neck. When C explained it to them they burst out laughing, one of them almost to the point of tears. The girl with the camera (one of the neighbors always had a high-quality digital camera with them because they needed it for their courses) shoved her way into the empty apartment, leaving C with nowhere to hide. The other one followed, leaving their bags outside.
After some teasing and joking at C's expense, camera girl finally said, "I'd be more than willing to share some clothes with you. But first you need to do something for me." The two of them made C pose and do a very embarrassing photo-shoot not just in the apartment but in the courtyard of the complex, and by the street with the laundromat across the street as a backdrop, and finally in the parking lot.
After all of that the two of them put their bags into the back of their car and were about to leave when C desperately reminded them that they said they'd lend her some clothes. "Right! I almost forgot I was having so much fun. Here," the girl with the camera unzipped her bag and pulled out a hot pink bra and handed it to C, "See you later!"
C barely had time to protest before they got in their car and pulled away. Defeated C returned to the apartment to fetch her keys, phone, and wallet, and the vibrator. In the end she decided to go home instead of driving to M's house to get her luggage which she did the next weekend. She got did get spotted by a lot of people, she told me, but not as many as she thought and after about an hour she got used to the drive and it wasn't nearly as bad as she imagined it would be. When she got home she was lucky enough that nobody was there and was able to sneak in and get dressed before anyone showed up. However it didn't change the fact that the collar was still locked to her, and she ended up telling a different version of the story where she wasn't half naked running through the town to her parents. Her dad got out a large set of bolt-cutters and snipped the lock off the collar for her, with minimal questions. Her parents were always pretty understanding and open people and she said that she'd been caught doing more embarrassing things than that.
Ever since then C has had it out for M, even though they're still really good friends. They still make bets and have contests although to my knowledge they've calmed down some since college. It was one of those smaller contests that left M taped to the chair where I found her and C admitted to me that from the stories M had told her about me she was hoping that I would do worse to her than I did.
This was mostly unedited, however I did check it over quickly for spelling and some grammar. I wanted to get it out there because I didn't want to end up putting it off for two weeks. I've been pretty busy, but hopefully I'll be back soon with more stories! As always I love to hear feedback!
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