Yes

You take off after Dave’s pale white ass his clothes clutched tight to your chest. You’re really glad that the cop had made his presence know when he did. Literally seconds before you had made the crazy decision to join him. Luckily you hadn’t so much as moved to grab your sweatshirt.

You run hard. It’s not to difficult to catch up to Dave even with your arms laden down. He really was out of shape. You glance back over your shoulder. There’s the flashlight from the officer who had caught you a decent ways behind you. You see several others off in the distance, but all of them seem to far off to have a chance of catching you.

Frat row comes into view rather quickly. It’s late enough that most of the parties have died out. You wonder if the large cop presence that your friends managed to gather during their streak spooked some of the party goers. Either way it seemed that it would lessen Dave’s exposure which you found yourself alittle disappointed at. Reaching the lights from the street lamps the few frat guys still hanging out on porches trying to seal the deal with girls that had straggled behind burst into cheers as one of their own came literally streaking into view. You could see that one hand was over his cock to preserve his modesty. The other above his head in a fist raised in triumph.

You see him high five a few brothers as he jogs across the lawn and up the porch disappearing into the door into the frat house. Red solo cups litter the ground and the place reeks of stale beer and cigarettes. You follow him inside. The living room is dark light only by a few blue and red party lights. The music is turned almost all the way down but you can still get a bit of the feel for the base in the song. You don’t see where Dave went.

You figure the most likely place is upstairs to his room to put on clothes. You take to the stairs, clothes still tucked under your arm. You find Dave halfway along the hall both hands now covering his dick staring at a door.

“Oh thank god you grabbed my clothes.” He says immediately taking his clothes from you and starting to put them on. You’re a little annoyed that he’s more excited to be reunited with his boxers than you.

“My roommates in there fucking someone and locked the door and I couldn't get in. I was worried I’d have to go back downstairs to borrow someone’s clothes.” He crosses past you to make his way back downstairs.

“Where are you going?”

“Well the rooms occupied for who knows how long so I figured we could have a drink smoke another bowl and see when they come out.” And with that he disappeared down the stairs.

It becomes quickly obvious to you that all of the adrenaline from his streak has driven any thoughts of getting to fuck you out of his mind. His appearance seemly reignited the flame beneath the dying party. He was surrounded by his brothers as he shotgunned beers and shared the “dramatic” story of how the streakers earlier in the night had inspired “him” to finish the streak he had started years ago. This lead to a great many brothers to reminisce about their hazing and whether or not they’d be able to finish their streaks without getting caught again. Surprisingly all of them seemed to think that they could and that it was only cruel bad luck that they got caught in the first place.

Most of the girls that had been lingering joined in on the new revelry and listened to the stories intently. You didn’t really have any desire as your mind began to wander to the sex you should be having right now, and even to the crazy sex of celebration that was probably happening on the floor of your dorm as you stood here. On the corner of the porch sits a thin brunette all by herself on her phone. If you had to guess a sorority girl by the looks of her sparkly tight fitting dress. You decide to wander over.

“Not interested in the old war stories?” You joke.

The brunette glances up from her phone taking you in. She laughs “No. my boyfriends in this frat so I’ve heard them at least six times.” She gestured at a tall lanky guy in the circle of brothers. “If you listen to him tell it he dodged six cops, and was five feet from the street when they finally got him.”

“What really happened?”

“Got to the center of the quad. Cops showed up and caught him as he tried to run back without ever making it to the library. Cried as they drove his naked ass to the station. Which if what he says about them sticking you naked in a holding cell is true I’d cry too. I feel sorry for those poor bastards that got caught tonight. Have you seen the videos?”

She opens an app on her phone and pulls up a map of the surrounding area on it. She clicks on a red hotspot right over the quad and videos from that night start to play. There are a few videos from the windows of the library of the start of your friends streak, which are followed by a few of them under the street light just across from you. Then it’s videos from the perspective of the dorm of your friends full naked glory being lead in cuffs past them. Lastly there was a video of Alicia with her long blonde hair sprinting into the lobby of the library and then disappearing out of view.

“From what I can tell they didn’t catch the blonde.” The girl said “which means she actually did it. Ran the whole quad without being caught! Fucking awesome.”

“Yeah it is...” a thought that had been nagging you for the past hour ever since you had been interrupted by your friends streaking comes to your mind. “You ever try it?”

The girl laughs. “Streak the quad? Hell no.”

“Would you ever want too?” You try to keep your voice casual.

The girl considers for a moment. “I think in theory if I could get away with it I might. But there’s no way that would ever happen. Hell before tonight I don’t think anyone’s done it in like seven years.” You make a mental note to give Alicia the biggest hug five when you see her next. “What about you? You ever try it?”

“I’d think about it. I probably couldn’t do the whole thing. Like you said I’d definitely get caught.” You say “but I legitimately almost joined Dave tonight in just doing the quarter of it back to here so I guess I can’t say the actual streaking parts a problem.”

“So you’ve never been streaking?” The brunette asked. It was the first time she’d truly looked at you. Like she was sizing you up.

“No. It’s not exactly something that good Asian kids do in high school is it?” You joked.

The girl looked like she was about to open her mouth to say something when her lanky boyfriend stumbled over. He gave the pair of you a weak smile and then pushed his way between you and crumpled over the railing of the porch puking into the bushes below.

“Well it looks like both are dates are currently incapacitated.” She said gesturing over at Dave. He had passed out in a lawn chair unlit joint hanging from his lips.

“Fucking figures.” You say disappointed that your best hope at an orgasm was now your fingers back in the dorm.

“Yeah.” The girl trailed off staring at her boyfriend then looking you up and down again. “You wanna do something crazy?”