Amanda bares all

As instructed, 30 minutes before game time, you text Rebecca.

You: made my choice.

Rebecca: who is it??

You: guess.

Rebecca: give me a hint

You: (. | .)

Rebecca: Amanda!

You: bingo!!

Rebecca: good choice. I’ll get everything ready.

You think back to your fourth period government class, remembering your risky and glorious groping of Amanda’s terrific tits. You nearly start to salivate thinking about Amanda standing stark naked in front of your entire school, but you snap yourself out of it so you can get ready for the game.

Fridays are always your favorite, especially with what you’ve been up to for the past month. You think back to each week’s “viewing session” from your dark hiding place in the girls’ locker room, and you relish the enormous treasury of spank bank deposits from watching the cheerleading squad shower and change after the weekly game.

But this opportunity to expose a cheerleader in front of the entire school brings a whole new level of excitement. You _almost _forget that for this to work, you have to flash the school, too…

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You’re completely distracted during the entire first half of the football game. You can’t keep your eyes off the cheerleaders, especially Amanda and her bouncing bust. You’re so nervous, you almost run to the bathroom when the halftime show is announced and the Spartan Chariot (which is the bus Rebecca told you about) pulls onto the field. The announcer rattles off some uninteresting details about the new and used car dealership and then declares that it’s time for this year’s Spartan Champions to be announced.

The voice over the loudspeaker says, “This year’s winners will get an all-expenses-paid dinner at Luigi’s Italian Restaurant, including a Spartan Limousine to pick them up and take them home. These two young people are certainly very lucky!” The crowd applauds in anticipation, each person hoping it’s them. “When your name is called, please step into the Chariot to don your victory outfits!”

And then it happens. It was inevitable, but it still gives you a thrill. Amanda’s name is called first and yours second, and the crowd supportively cheers for the two of you as you both make your way to the Chariot. You walk onto the field from the stands, and Amanda, who was already much closer, meets you at the door.

“I can’t believe it’s us!” Amanda squeals with glee. “Sam, this is so cool! This is going to be so much fun!”

You have no idea.

You follow Amanda onto the bus. It’s a luxury model, with tables and couches and even some small rooms built in toward the back. A lanky kid with glasses meets you near the driver’s seat. His nametag says “Simon,” and he can’t be more than a year or two older than you and Amanda.

“Congratulations,” he says flatly. “On behalf of Spartan Cars, I’m pleased to offer you a voucher for dinner at Luigi’s and one night’s rental of a Spartan Limousine.”

“This is so cool! Thank you, Simon!” Amanda shouts as she gives the tall clerk a hug. His eyes widen in surprise as her breasts press against his abdomen, and you smile and wink at him.

“What do we have to do now, Simon?” you ask. “The announcer said something about ‘victory outfits?’”

“Yeah,” Simon says. “In the stalls in the back of the bus, you’ll find Spartan togas. It’s all part of the advertising gimmick, so you gotta go through with it to keep the prize. You put on the togas—”

“And the cheerleaders are going to lift us into the air!” Amanda says. “Duh!”

“Um, right,” Simon agrees. “The ad guys will be taking pictures for the promotion.”

“And Simon,” you add, catching his gaze and keeping steady eye contact. “For these costumes, we should be nude underneath, right? So they look perfect for the photos?”

Simon’s eyes flash to Amanda and then return to yours. “Yes, yes, that’s right,” he says. “The ad is spoiled if we can see your street clothes … or your uniform … underneath.”

“OK no problem!” Amanda chirps, and she’s already started unclasping her outfit as she heads to the back of the bus. “Thank you, Simon!” she calls over her shoulder with a wink and quickly steps into one of the stalls.

“Wait for us outside, man?” you ask pointedly.

“Um, yeah, OK,” he replies. He steps off the bus, leaving you alone.

Here goes nothing, you tell yourself.

You step into the open stall and see the white toga that Rebecca had shown you in her room. You take a breath and take off your clothes. You remember how to slide the straps over your shoulders so the cloth hangs loosely off your body. The buttons in the back remain unclasped, and you know Amanda’s are the same.

You step out of the stall and see Amanda there as well. Your heart catches in your throat. Her full breasts are perfectly outlined by the thin fabric, and you can see the sides of her boobs through the slack armholes of the toga. Her chest sticks out proudly as her arms are behind her neck, fussing with the buttons.

“Oh, Sam, can you help me with this?” she asks sweetly. “I can’t seem to get this thing fastened.”

“Sure,” you reply. “Then you can do me.”

Amanda giggles and turns around. You see her smooth, white back and ache to reach under the toga and brush her soft skin. Amanda holds up her blond hair and chats excitedly while you “button” her up.

“I can’t believe I won! I’ve been hoping to win this contest for years,” she says. “Luigi’s is such a nice restaurant. I can’t wait for our date! Man, Frankie’s just going to die…”

You don’t know where to focus your attention: on her sexy skin, on her usage of the word “date,” or on her implication that her boyfriend is going to be jealous of you. You settle on the task at hand – improperly squeezing the buttons half-way through their holes.

“There you go,” you say.

She releases her hair and turns around. Her face is radiant as she beams at you. “Thanks, Sam! Now I’ll _do _you.”

You grin and turn around. You’re more excited than you think you should be to feel her fingertips against your back as she struggles to get the buttons fastened. “I think I got it okay,” she says, though you can already feel that the buttons are looser than they should be.

You take a breath and say, “Feels great! Are you ready for this?”

“Yeah, I can’t wait,” Amanda says, and the two of you step out of the bus.

The stadium of your peers and their parents erupts into applause as you emerge from the Chariot. The cheerleaders begin their rousing routine, and before you know it, you’re swept away into their midst. You haven’t actually been this close to the cheerleaders since That Night, and their proximity makes your head spin. Or maybe that’s just because they’re spinning you around, displaying you like ancient Roman booty captured on military campaign.

You and Amanda are lifted off the ground, held aloft by the cheerleading squad. You feel some relief that Karishma isn’t responsible for holding you up, and you notice that Rebecca is placed perfectly between you and Amanda, standing with her arms raised.

The cheerleaders holding your bare feet start to lift you up and down, and you think they’re about to toss you. Right before they do, you feel Rebecca’s hand on the hem of your toga. All at once, you’re launched into the air, but your toga stays behind, the buttons popping open and the flimsy cloth falling away.

You land on your feet, your nipples registering the breeze and your cock swaying beneath you. You instantly start to blush and rush to cover yourself. Even though you knew this was coming, you still feel surprise. Fuckfuckfuckfuck! you silently shout. If you had been relieved that the video stream of That Night hadn’t broadcast your bare ass to the whole school, that relief drains out of you as hundreds of cameras capture your full monty on display.

On the other hand, you’re not the only one out there…

You glance over at Amanda, who is just as naked as you. She’s very comfortable in her body, but this public exposure is too much even for her. She assumes the classic pose with one arm crossing her enormous tits and one hand trying to cover her blond pubes. Everyone can see her, and you’ve got a front row seat.

You can’t hear the crowd over the cheerleading squad’s roar of laughter. You see Amanda turn tail and bolt for the bus, and you hasten to follow her. Her giggly ass wobbles in front of you as the two of you streak across the football field as fast as you can.

“Hey-” Simon says as the nude blonde approaches. Amanda reaches the door, but it won’t open. “What’s going on?”

You arrive and explain, through your gasps, “The togas fell off. Please, let us inside.”

Simon is in shock, staring at the **** Amanda who can’t cover herself while tugging on the bus door handle. Finally, she turns to him and shouts, “Hey fuckface! Open the door!” This jolts him to his senses, and he produces a magnetized ID that he runs across a sensor on the side of the bus. The door slides open and Amanda rushes inside, you right behind her.

Amanda darts to the stall where her cheerleader outfit awaits her, and you walk to your own. The vision of what just happened keeps replaying in your mind as you listen to Amanda hastily getting dressed a few feet away from you.

You both emerge from your stalls, and you see that Amanda is sporting a very rare blush. But she’s also smiling.

“Oh my God, that was unbelievable!” she shouts. “Can you believe it? I can’t believe it!”

“No, I can’t believe it,” you say. “Didn’t see it coming.”

Amanda rushes up to you and hugs you. “Oh God, how embarrassing,” she says. “I’m just glad it wasn’t only me out there. Fuck! I am never buying a car from this place!”

Simon enters the bus, calling, “Everything OK in here?”

“Yeah, Simon, come on in,” you say.

“I’m really sorry about that,” Simon says apologetically, his eyes fixed on Amanda. “I don’t know what happened.”

“Hey, accidents happen,” you say. “Ask Janet Jackson.”

Everyone chuckles, glad to relieve the tension.

“Anyway,” Simon continues, “Here are your vouchers.” He holds out two vouchers, one for the dinner and one for the limo. Looking between the two of you, he hands them to you. “I hope you have a better time at dinner.”

Amanda smiles as you pocket the prize. “I’m sure we’ll have a great time,” she says.

Her composure and confidence regained, Amanda walks to the front of the bus. “Come on, Sam,” she says. “Let’s go face the music.”