She failed, somehow

Pulling into her driveway, Emily cut the engine and leaned back with a sigh. Her and Riley hadn't spoken much on the way to the latter's house, but she had already missed her company as soon as she dropped her off. At least driving naked hadn't been nearly as nerve-wracking the second time, between Emily's preoccupation with the thought of all the people who had already seen her back at the park and the simple fact that far fewer other drivers were out so late at night.

Fuuuck, so many people took pictures of me! Those girls even got some with my face in them... What if they post them online? Not to mention, some of those college students must have younger siblings. What's gonna happen if one of my classmates gets their hands on a picture and recognizes me? My life will be over!

Emily’s legs drifted open, a hand starting to gently pet her pussy. With how wet she felt, she honestly couldn't even be sure if it was Idle Hands at work or her own conscious decision. Shaking her head, she grabbed her phone from the center console, intending to make sure Streaker was complete before heading inside. However, just as she was unlocking it she was interrupted by a knock on her window. She yelped, dropping it with a clatter as she turned to see her mom standing there with a stern expression. Sheepishly, Emily opened the door while covering her nipples with her other arm and with her thighs clamped tightly together. "H-hey, Mom..."

Nicole sighed, pinching the bridge or her nose. "Emily, please don't tell me you were driving around like that."

"Umm..."

She fixed Emily with a glare, causing her to shrink in on herself. "You realize you could have gotten arrested, don't you? I don't even want to know what sort of things you must have been doing at that party! What were you thinking, Emily? Are you drunk, did you take something?"

"No! I'm sorry Mom, can I please just go inside now?" she said, blushing bright red.

"Go. We'll talk about this in the morning," Nicole said. Emily slid past her with her phone held in front of her crotch, moving to collect her shopping bags before her mom stopped her. "I'll get your things, just get inside before one of the neighbors sees you."

Emily shuffled into the house, hoping she hadn't left a visible wet spot in the car for her mom to find. Kicking off her shoes and socks, she made a beeline to the bathroom to take a cold shower and wash off the remnants of the soda from earlier while her mom brought the bags in. After patting herself dry with a towel, she took the time to blow-dry her hair before creeping across the hall to her bedroom. Ignoring the green sundress laid out on her bed, she collapsed face-down, only now thinking to check her phone. Her sleepy eyes snapped open as she took in the words on the screen.

"What!" she gasped.

Challenge Failed - Streaker (25G, Aware: medium, Time: 3hr)
Punishment Earned - Shameless (Aware: high, Time: 24hr)

Daily Challenges Incomplete
Punishment Earned - Hypersensitive (Aware: high, Time: 168hr)

The analytical part of Emily's brain noted that the punishments only seemed to be applied after she checked the app, not at midnight a few minutes ago. It was a very small part of her brain though, since the vast majority of her neurons were fried by an explosion of sensation from her bare skin pressing against the cotton sheets. She squirmed involuntarily, painfully stiff nipples dragging across the fabric. Combined with her arousal from earlier that hadn't yet faded despite the cold shower, Emily came instantly. Her rapturous writhing created a feedback loop that kept her orgasm rolling as her new whole-body erogenous zone was stimulated.

Sliding a hand between her legs, Emily lightly grazed her clit. She jolted like she'd been struck by lightning, arching her back and curling her toes as she moaned wantonly. She started fucking herself in earnest, kicking her legs out as she pressed firmly on her clit and slid two fingers in and out of her pussy. It was only her face-down position that muffled her voice enough to keep her mom from pounding on her door, since staying quiet was the last thing on Emily's mind right then. Any remaining thoughts about the consequences of tonight's adventure fled before the tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her.

"T-too good!"

She just about managed to flop over on her back, forcing herself to lay as still as possible with her arms at her sides as she rode out the aftershocks. Her tongue lolled out as she panted desperately, soaked in sweat. How long had she been laying there, totally blissed-out from multiple back-to-back orgasms? And she'd be that sensitive for the entire week? She wasn't even sure she could get out of bed without cumming again, let alone put on clothes and go to school on Monday. Maybe the administration would give her a dress code exemption?

Seeing her phone laying forgotten on the bed out of the corner of her eye, Emily's last functional brain cell latched onto one thought.

After all that, I still failed the challenge? I was naked, I was in public, it was definitely at least three hours, so what went wrong?

She carefully reached out to pick it up, biting her lip as even that small amount of pressure made the skin on her hand tingle pleasantly. With a feather-light touch, she opened the chat window in the app and typed out a message to Jane.