Yes, for all the good it does me.

I feel hands wrap around my wrists, stopping me from reaching my pussy, and for a moment, I strain against them before looking up into Kyle's eyes. I feel his grip loosen a bit, his eyes widening at the pure look of fury I must be giving him, but he catches himself -- and me -- before I can get free and get my hands on myself. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hang on a second, Ellen. I'm trying to help you. Don't you remember what you just bet? Do you really want to edge yourself for the next half hour and end up even worse off than you are now? You can only legally edge or be edged in public; any orgasm will get you and anyone who gives it to you arressted."

I look at him in confusion for a moment before realizing he's right. It doesn't make any sense, since me being naked like this should be indecent when I'm on the edge of orgasm, too, but he's still right. I take a deep breath and tell him. "Yeah, you're right. It's stupid, but you're right." Then I blush and lose some of the distance away from the edge I'd gotten in the last few moments as I realize I'm still only wearing my bra and my shirt pulled up into my armpits. I'm practically naked. With a squeal, I frantically begin covering myself. But by the time I get my top half covered again and start reaching for my pants and panties, I hear an unwelcome interruption.

"Don't bother. I'd like to give it a shot myself."

I look up, hands stopping a few inches from the rest of my clothes, to see another student, probably a senior since he looks a bit older than Kyle and me. As I look up into his blue eyes, I see his blond hair waving in the wind and say. "I've competed two times, won ten dollars, and will edge for a half hour and not make myself cum every time I masturbate because of the loss."

"I heard," he answers. "I can wager a hundred, but I'll have to go to the ATM first."

"OK, I'd have to get it from the ATM, too. There's one at the student union. Kyle and I were about to get lunch, so why don't we go there first, so the loser doesn't have to go very far to get the money." What? No! I think, but don't/can't say. I merely pick up my jeans, panties, shoes, and the damned sign and start walking bottomless to the student union. If I didn't have my shirt and bra on, I'm sure I'd be blushing down to my knees. As it is, my face is so hot it feels a bit swollen, but why does that make me feel hornier, too? I'm so hot my thighs are wet enough to slide against each other as I walk.

It makes it even worse.

I do manage to take a moment to look at the back of the sign finally. "Tired of the teasing and the betting? Give the sign to another girl!" I immediately look around. There are a couple of girls watching, but I'm too busy walking to my next 'appointment' to stop and give it to them. I'm not sure if I can do this to another girl anyway. I'm sure I can just burn it or something. It's not like I've been given a moment to think since that bitch handed it to me anyway. Now there's someone I'd be willing to give it to. While I'm thinking these things through, we get to the Union and the guy stops, as do all the people who have been following us, including Kyle.

"ATM's just inside, so let's stop at this bench and see if you can't keep quiet this time," the guy says. I sit down and spread my legs, setting down my clothes next to me and propping the sign up on them. I've gotta throw that thing away the next trash can I come to, I think as he kneels on the sidewalk in front of me.