Archery with a twist

Kate's change of complexion hadn't gone unnoticed.

"Are you embarrassed? Have we finally found a way to beat the great Kate Bishop?" her friends teased.

"No," Kate asserted, standing up and grabbing her bow. "Let's go."

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As the trio made their way down to the courtyard, her friends words continued to ring in her ears.

"Well dare you to ring the clock tower bell using only your bow...buck naked."

At least her friends had allowed her to she go outside before starting the dare. This late at night, most people would be in bed, but Kate didn't want to risk an awkward encounter in the hall.

When Kate pulled open the heavy door, a strong breeze blew snowflakes over the threshold, causing her to shiver at the sudden drop in temperature.

"Don't tell me you're cold now, Kate!" her friend teased. "Inside and toasty warm inside your clothes. Wait till you get out there in absolutely nothing at all!"

Shooting her daggers, Kate held her tongue as she shrugged out of her jacket and pulled off her t-shirt, exposing her bare torso to the elements.

She kicked off her boots and socks and placed her bare feet on the cool wooden floor. Her jeans were unbuckled and pulled down her slender legs, over her feet and into her friend's waiting arms with the rest of her clothes.

Kate hugged herself instinctively and looked back at her friends. She was most definitely blushing now and looking for sympathy from her friends, waiting for them to announce that it was all a joke, that Kate had been well and truly pranked and that she didn't really have to run around outside in the snow in her birthday suit.

"What are you waiting for? Hand the rest over."

Fighting back tears, Kate reached behind her back and unhooked her black bra. She cringed when she felt all tension flood from the garment, and reluctantly slipped her arms out of the straps.

With one arm over her breasts, Kate slipped the fingers of her free hand below the waist band of her black panties and pulled them down her legs. Stepping out of her final item of clothing, Kate scooped them up and passed them into the gleeful clutches of her friends.

"Cute ass, Bishop!" her friends laughed, drinking in the sight of the archer with arms placed tactically over her body.

Kate spun around on her bare heels, but this only brought another round of laughter.

"Err, aren't you forgetting something?"

Face vermilion, Kate turned back as they held out her bow and quiver. The nude girl was **** to use both hands to pass the items over her head, the bow string and quiver strap finding a home in her cleavage.

Eyes wide her friends were speechless. This was the first time they had seen Kate in her full frontal glory. Despite her athletic figure and well endowed body, she wasn't eager to flaunt her wares. The most they had seen previously was Kate wrapped in a towel, soaking wet from a shower.

Despite having the upper hand for the first time since accepting this stupid bet, Kate (with arms slammed back across her body) felt more embarrassed than ever.

"H-how are you still a virgin?" her friend stammered. "Seriously, babe, when you shave like it's a religion and have a body like that, you should be proud of it!"

"Can we just get started?" Kate mumbled, her bare toes curling at the mention of her greatest shame.

Her friends wanted to drag out Kate's humiliation as long as possible, but had no good excuse for stalling further.

"Very well, you know what to do. We'll be waiting here with your BRA and your PANTIES and these nice, lovely, warm SOCKS," they teased holding each item up and taunting Kate with it. "Unless you're a chicken?"

With one final check to make sure her arms were correctly positioned and a deep breath to psyche herself up, Kate stepped outside into the snow.

The sooner this was done, the sooner she would be able to get dressed again.