Kat vs. Lowell

The University President had a welcome back to campus party every year the first Saturday afternoon of the fall semester. It was always decently well attended. It was easy to get students interested when free food was involved. Today was no exception. It was a bright and sunny afternoon that felt more like mid July than late August. President Taylor was making her way through the assembled crowd. She made it a point to talk to the few students she recognized/had a relationship with. She also made an effort to meet and mingle with ones she didn’t know and probably wouldn’t remember. It was good for her to immerse herself into the student body. Though she mostly spent her time talking to the few faculty members and their families that had made their way to her mansion on the edge of campus.

“Ma’am it’s almost time for your speech.” an aid had come up to her as she had just been ambushed for a brief conversation with a decrepitly old professor in the Biology department. Grateful for being allowed to step away from the dry conversation, the President followed the aid towards the temporary stage that had been setup just to the side of his porch.

The University Presidential Mansion was on a small hill that allowed from its upper floors, great views of the sprawling campus beyond. From the podium atop the stage President Taylor could see some of that amazing view she had come to love. Her husband hated living in the house so close to campus. In truth her husband hated most things having to do with her job. So much so that after another fight over the summer he had moved out. The thoughts of her troubled personal life often snuck into her mind as she went about her duties. And like all of those times she put on a large smile and pushed them to the back of her mind.

“Hey Y’all!” She said into the mic as she gently nudged the notecards with her brief remarks in front of her. Most academics shied away from their southern accents. President Taylor had always leaned into hers even when she’d taken this job at a University in the Mid-Atlantic. She started her welcome speech. It was a simple one full of the usual platitudes and cliches about her excitement for a new semester. She smiled as a huge cheer went up from the crowd in response to one of the small jokes she had adlibed in.

Her staff had told her to avoid making it and she sent a small glance to say “I told you so” to a nearby aide only to see the aide wasn’t watching the speech and instead was straining their neck to see the crowd. President Taylor paused as she too looked out at the crowd that was still cheering. It was now clear that it wasn’t her joke that had gotten their attention. Running towards the makeshift stage and podium was a girl with a light brown ponytail blowing in the wind as she ran.

“Oh my…” The President said aloud into the microphone as the streaker ran towards her.

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“This party should have someone streak it every year”, Kat thought to herself as she ran, “It really livens it up.” The thin brunette had one hand over her tits and the other was covering her shaved snatch. She really had no problem showing off her tits and pussy… but she figured that as other tasks came about the allure of teasing her audience with what they hadn’t seen would go a long way in getting her more votes for the next round.

Kat cheered with the rest of the crowd as she shared in their excitement. This had to be one of the more exhilarating things she’d ever done. It actually made her even more excited for the rest of the competition should she get to advance.

As she got close to the front of the stage she looked up at the President. Despite her age Kat had to admit she thought the older woman was attractive with her straight blonde hair that still looked natural. She was tall and thin, a fact only made more evident by her standing on the stage. As the younger student ran past the shocked educator she removed her hand from between her legs and gave her a wave. In her shock the President waved back.

With that the hand returned to cover herself and she took off running along the edge of the crowd and down the hill. Throughout the crowd numerous phones of her Sorority sisters filmed the streak for submission. Those that hadn’t volunteered to film either had her clothes for safety or were waiting in the parked car at the bottom of the hill that she was currently streaking towards.

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Lowell didn’t like the term “fix”. He even less liked the term “cheating”. But as he stood outside the dorm building on Saturday night he knew that's what he was doing. He’d been disappointed when he’d been assigned to compete against Kat Barton. He knew the Sorority girls wild child reputation. He knew that statistically he had very little chance of advancing over the attractive brunette even if he did something very bold and daring.

So as he stood outside the dorm preparing to do his streak, he wondered if he was breaking any rules. He’d read and reread the rules for the competition. He figured since this was the trial run that was why it was so sparse on details. Their loss. Without anything prohibiting him from betting on the competition he had bet heavily on Kat to win their matchup.

“You’re crazy.” Marissa said as she watched Lowell unbutton the flannel he was wearing. The night was warm, and it actually felt good to shed the outer layer.

“The point is I’m not being that crazy.” he smiled at the chubby girl whom he’d convinced to film him. He’d hooked up with her before and he knew she was quite taken with him. He felt bad about leading her on, but right now he needed her help and if he had to pay for it by sleeping with her after… well really that wasn’t a price to pay was it?

He pulled off his sweatpants and underwear in one motion and stood in the campus night in all his glory. His massive cock hung limp between his legs. Marissa eyed it eagerly, but simply held up the phone to film. Lowell took off at a light jog. The dorm was basically dead, as most were out at parties currently celebrating the start of the semester. He kept the leisurely pace as Marissa followed behind. There was no one out, which was a bit disappointing. He had hoped for at least a few folks to witness the streak so it didn’t look like he was completely phoning it in, but he had no such luck.

“Damn that was insane!” Marissa said showing how easily impressed she was with Lowell as he returned to his clothes and started to get redressed.

“You think that was insane?” Lowell smiled as he turned to face her only wearing his sweatpants, “Just wait till we get back to your place.”