The Bet

Mark met Chrissy 30 minutes later outside of South Hall. The blonde Freshman stunner looked just as hot as usual. Tonight she had on her signature double Dutch braids, an oversized Heathrow sweatshirt, and a pair of tight purple leggings. It was the first time Mark had seen her out of her cheerleading uniform, or the formal dress she’d worn to prom. He had to admit it did a lot to make her look more mature.

“So who you playing? Is it some kind of tournament?” She asked as together the turned into the building.

“These two senior girls. I wouldn’t call it a tournament. Just more of a rivalry between me and this girl Zoe…”

“Really? A rivalry that’s so important to y’all that she’s choosing to skip out on her senior bonfire?”

“She’s not skipping it… we’re just having one match to break a tie… figure out who’s better.”

“Well I bet I’m better than both of you.” Chrissy taunted as the walked into the large common room in a deserted South Hall. Clearly everyone had either left for the summer or were Seniors at the bonfire.

“Oh is that so?” Zoe said overhearing Chrissy’s last sentence. “Well you’re welcome to your money where your mouth is like Mark and I are.”

“Oh so y’all are playing for money? I’m so in. How much?” Chrissy said confidently striding over to the table to help distribute the cups. Zoe’s friend Anna appeared from another room carrying a pitcher of water and a 6 pack of cheap beer for the group.

“Oh no we aren’t actually playing for money. We’re playing for Pride… and our own dignity.” Zoe turned her bright blue eyes on Mark.

“Well I guess that means you weren’t joking earlier.” Mark said with a laugh returning her gaze.

“I never joke when it comes to bets Rodgers.”

“What’s the bet?” Chrissy’s brown eyes went wide with curiosity at the exchange.

“Simple. Loser has to run through the Senior bonfire party tonight… Butt. Ass. Naked.” The thin senior turned her attention to the curvier blonde freshman.

“Oh I’m so in.”

Mark was surprised at how quickly Chrissy jumped at the idea. “Seriously?” He asked.

“Can you imagine how much street cred I’ll get when everyone finds out I was the reason that Mark Rodger’s, Potential Future King of Campus, had to streak through the senior bonfire?!?”

“Calm down Freshman he’s mine. I’ve got a score to settle.” Zoe interjected.

“Fine. After he mops the floor with you I get to play him. Then both of you can streak together!”

Mark had to admit he was impressed at Chrissy’s confidence. But he had a feeling that she was starting to write a check that her ass couldn’t cash.

“How about this.” The blonde senior Anna spoke up. She was just as tall as Mark was with a gorgeous hourglass figure. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulder. “We do it tournament style. Zoe vs. Mark. You vs. Me. Winners play each other. Champion doesn’t have to streak.”

“Doesn’t feel fair to the person who loses the championship game.” Mark pointed out.

“Decent point.” Anna admitted looking at the group.

“The two losers from the first round get naked immediately after they lose.” Chrissy chimed in eyeing the other two girls. “And then they play again. Whomever is the ultimate loser has to surrender their clothes over to the winner and has to both go to the bonfire completely naked and then streak all the way home too.”

“Oh you’re evil.” Zoe said. “I love it. Let’s play.”