You do.

The cheers for the Brunette reach your ears before you turn the corner into the home stretch. Before you you see back pitches lined with people trying to get one last look at you. About one house away you see the pale ass and brown ponytail sprinting away.

You take off after her to a chorus of your own screams and shouts, and for the first time you realize, camera flashes. You decide not to let this slow you down and sprint full out after the petite naked behind of your now competitor.

You’ve never been exceptional athletic, but having always been in decent shape you manage to move ahead at a decent rate closing the gap with the brunette. It helps that you have longer legs. With about one house to go you draw even with her. You take a chance to glance over and see her face flushed with the flat out exertion she is running with.

You find yourself coming up on the back porch you had originally stripped in the shadow of. Unfortunately your streak has now attracted folks out onto this back porch. Thankful you notice as you pull to a stop that your clothes are still there. The Brunette pulls up beside you just seconds after. You had won!

Applause rains down from the porch behind you and from several of the adjacent porches as you bend down and grab your clothes. Out of the corner of your eye you see the brunette do the same.

“Uh uh.” You tease quickly grabbing the dress and thong away from her. “You made a bet remember? These are mine now.”

“Oh come on I just said that to mess with you!”

“How come I don’t believe that?”

“Yeah you’re right” she laughs “So what are you gonna do? I don’t think that dress is gonna fit you.” She follows up with a wink.