Tiffany by the Bonfire

The senior bonfire had been a Heathrow tradition as far back as anyone could reasonably remember. The legend went that it had started out as a couple of friends around a small campfire just after graduation coming together to reminisce on old time. It had then grown in people and fire size year after year until it reached its current iteration.

Set near the middle of campus in one of the larger open grassy areas the fire was huge. Scattered around it were groups of senior huddled together enjoying one last drink with their friends before the next day and the dawn of the rest of their adult lives.

Tiffany was one of those seniors. The thin brunette sat in a camping chair nursing a drink in one hand chatting aimlessly about old times with some of her fellow cheerleaders. Though her thoughts were only half with them. The other half were with the boy she’d sent that seductive picture too earlier in the evening.

It was weird for her thinking about how someone who she’d only know for 2 years could’ve effected her life so much. And while true they’d had some pretty major issues at the beginning of this year… she’d meant it when she said she’d never stopped loving him.

She knew she meant it just by the fact that she still got butterflies in her stomach anytime he texted her. Which is what happened now as she felt her phone vibrate and saw Marks name pop up.

‘You’re at the bonfire right?’

‘Yeah… why?’

‘Just hear it’s a nice night. Full moons out…’

‘Full moons…? Wym it’s cloudy out. I can’t see the moon.’

‘All I’ll say is if I were you I’d have my camera out. Never know what you might see on a night like this…’

Tiffany for the life of her couldn’t understand what her ex-boyfriend meant. Sure it was a nice night. But the sky was cloudy. And she was almost certain the full moon had been last week…

Then she heard the cheers coming from just beyond the light of the fire. Small at first but soon more noise from that direction as other seniors turned towards the sound and realized what it was. Tiffany wonder what Mark had cooked up opened the camera app on her phone.

Suddenly from out of the darkness two figures burst into the light of the fire. One tall with blonde hair billowing behind her as she ran. The other a short brunette. Together they were holding hands and sprinting towards the fire. Both were screaming at the top of their lungs with their free hands waving madly in the air. And both were completely naked.

Immediately Tiffany started squinting her eyes trying to get a better look at them. Not at their bodies but to see who they were. Although she was soon distracted from her attempted identification by the appearance of another naked figure appearing right behind them. One she definitely recognized.

“Holy Shit!” One of Tiffany’s fellow cheerleaders yelled from right behind her, “That’s Chrissy!”

Normally She wasn’t a spiteful person but she couldn’t help but grin as she watched the naked freshman sprint after the two girls in front of her. It was unmistakable that it was her. The classic double Dutch braids trailed behind her as she ran. Unlike the other two girls she ran slower. Obviously hindered by the fact that she was trying to use her arms and hands to cover as much of her front as possible.

The whole group of assembled seniors seemed to recognize Chrissy. She had after all spent the entire year making sure the entire campus knew her name. Now the entire group of graduating seniors knew exactly what her ass looked like.

The two lead girls were quickly forgotten as everyone turned their attention to the girl the knew. Also because the first two streakers had announced themselves so emphatically and quickly everyone had taken out their phones to record and get pictures as they got past but because of how quickly they were gone didn’t get much more than a snap of their asses. But all of the cameras were primed and ready for Chrissy.

Tiffany had to admire Chrissy. She kept her head up the entire time. Even as the cheers from the crowd referred to her by name. Tiffany was even a bit disappointed in herself for joining in.

“Nice ass Templeton! But maybe you should’ve shown up to practice more and you wouldn’t be so out of breath!”

This drew a laugh as they watched her heart shaped ass disappear from the light of the fire. Maybe Tiffany had to admit to herself even she wasn’t to old for a bit of a high school rivalry.