The Bet - Part 1

Hi all! My name is Carin. I am a 19 year

old freshman at a major college in

Florida. I'm about 5'6", 115 lbs with

long dark hair and blue eyes. My roommate Lisa has been hooking

up with this guy from down the hall in

our apartment complex (his name is

Bill). His roommate (Scott) is good

looking and pretty cool, but we

haven't done anything other than flirt. I'm actually from South Carolina and

grew up a huge Clemson fan. He's also

from South Carolina and is a Gamecock

fan. Earlier this year, we got to arguing

about our "home" teams and decided

to make a bet on the Clemson/South Carolina game. I was feeling stupidly

confident so we bet one month's rent. Finally, the big day comes and all four

of us go to a local sports bar to watch

the game. Lisa and Bill know all about

the bet, of course. At halftime, Clemson

is up 21-14! Just before the start of the

third quarter, Lisa and I go to the bathroom and she tells me that Scott

doesn't have a lot of money and that

losing a month's rent is really going to

hurt him. He's already talking to Bill

about borrowing some money and

paying him back over several months. I start to feel bad because this is really

about bragging rights and knowing

he has to borrow money to pay off the

bet takes some of the fun out of it for

me (as it turns out - stupid me!). So

when we get back to the table, I told Scott that our bet wasn't about the

money and that we could decide on

something else to bet. He got a little

upset about Bill telling his business,

but I told him it was okay and that I

really just wanted to rag on him all year ?cause his team lost. Long story

short, just as the third quarter started,

we settled on a "dare" as the bet - but

we didn't know what the other person

had in mind for their dare. I did make

rules that you couldn't make the other person have sex (with you or

anybody) and you couldn't make

them get naked. I have to tell you, I

was really looking forward to having

him clean our apartment in a French

maid outfit! We kept drinking and watching the

game and I felt pretty good about

everything because you could tell that

Scott felt better about not having to

pony up the money ?cause he was

way more relaxed and into the game. Halfway through the quarter Clemson

scored again to go up 28-14 and I got

cocky (har har). I started talking to

Lisa real loud about how I regretted

the no nudity clause and how my dare

would be so much better if he were naked. Me and my big mouth! Scott sat

there and took it but then a couple of

minutes later when SC scored to make

it 28-21, he looked across the table at

me and said, "Okay, Carin, put your bet

where your mouth is, let's take off the rule about being naked." "No

problem, Scott, hope it's warm the day

you do your dare, I wouldn't want

you to be embarrassed!" Lisa and I

were laughing and having a great time

when SC scored again just a few minutes later! Oh shit, now the game

was tied 28-28 and it wasn't as much

fun anymore. The fourth quarter was

real nail-biter (especially for me, why

did I have to open my big fat mouth

about being naked), but in the end Clemson lost 31-28. Oh my god. Lisa

was still having a great time only now

she was laughing at me. I was going

to have to do a dare for Scott and

nudity was allowed. So, a week or two goes by and we're

getting ready to head home for

Christmas break. I've been pretty quiet

for the past couple of weeks and I've

about decided that Scott is either

waiting until after break or maybe he's forgotten about it (we all ended up

getting really trashed that night). No

such luck! The day before we're

supposed to head home, I get a note

from Scott. He informs me that we're

double dating to dinner that night and I will be informed about the conditions

of my dare. I talked with Lisa about it

and she told me that I had to go

through with it and that knowing Scott

and how hard I had ragged on him

before the game that it would be pretty embarrassing, but that I would

get over it and she would make sure

things didn't get out of hand. After a

while, we talked about what to wear

and she said that she probably wasn't

supposed to tell me, but that Bill had told her we were going to a local

fondue restaurant (very expensive). I

got a little mad at that since dinner for

two there was almost as much as a

month's rent! I still didn't realize just

how set up I'd been, but I would figure it out pretty quickly. Anyway,

Lisa and I decided that we would both

wear these really hot little mini-skirts. I

also decided to wear a silk blouse that

I have that's so low cut that I have to

go braless with it. I looked pretty damn good if I do say so myself! ;) So we get to the restaurant and it

seems like Scott knows a few of the

wait staff there. We end up in this little

booth in the back corner of the

restaurant (they call it the sweetheart

booth) that you can't see into unless you come around this little corner. Our

waitress (Jill) comes over and asks us

for our drink orders and drops off the

menus. After she leaves, Scott takes a

deep breath, looks at me and says,

"Well, I guess you're wondering what you'll have to do for your dare. Please

go to the restroom and remove your

panties and give them to me. You have

to bring them back to me in your hand

and visible, you cannot put them in

your purse and you can't ball them up and hide them. When you get back,

you will stand next to the both and

hike up your skirt to prove that you

have completed the assignment. You

will then sit down at the end of the

booth without replacing your skirt. At any time, anyone can ask you to

pirouette and you must stand up, turn

a full circle and curtsey before sitting

back down. Your skirt must remain

above your waist for all of dinner and

desert. Once the bill is paid, you may replace your skirt (but not your

panties, those are mine to keep in

memory of SC's victory) and part one

of your dare will be complete. At that

time, I will tell you about part two of

your dare." "What! What do you mean, part one and part two?! How many

parts are there!?" "Four", he said.

"Forget it, I didn't agree to a four part

dare. The rule was one dare and there

is no way I am taking off my panties

and sitting through dinner with everything hanging out for anybody

to see. That's just crazy. The dare was

supposed to be done at the apartment

anyway. Lisa, help me out here." I was

pretty pissed because I felt like I was

being taken advantage of and after I'd been nice enough to let him off the

hook on the money (of course, as it

turned out, I was the one who

would've paid, but still). Then I got the

next clue that things weren't as they

seemed (I still didn't get it though), Lisa said, "Carin, I can't believe that

you're trying to welch out on your bet.

There was no rule about doing it at the

apartment and as long as all four parts

can be done tonight, I don't see why

they can't count as one dare. You're being a wuss. At least we're sitting

back here where no one can see us." I

couldn't believe that she turned on me

like that! About that time, Jill came

back with our first round of drinks

and to see if we were ready to order. Scott told her that there was a slight

problem and that we might not be

staying for dinner. She acted a little pissed and said that if

we were leaving we should do it soon

since they had a waiting list and she

could use a table for dinner (bigger

tip, I guess). Scott apologized and said

we would have it straightened out quickly and she left. Well, long story

short, it wasn't too quickly, but

somehow eventually they talked me

into it! I looked at Lisa and asked her if

she would go to the bathroom with!

me and she said I should wait until we put in our order. I told her that if I

didn't do it now, I was afraid I would

chicken out and that I probably

wouldn't eat much anyway and to just

order for me. She asked Bill to scoot

over and let her out and Bill said no! He said that this was my dare and that

I should do it myself. I was close to

tears as Scott stood up to let me out. I

slowly got up and walked to the

bathroom. On the way there I passed

Jill and she asked if everything was all right and would we be staying? I was

so upset, I just sort of started crying

and she rushed me to the bathroom.

She turned out to be really cool (I

thought!) and I actually ended up

telling her about the dare! She started laughing and said something about

"the good old sweetheart booth". She

told me that hardly a weekend goes

by that she doesn't see someone

either naked or close to it back there

in that booth. She thinks it's funny as hell and told me to quit worrying

about and just have as much fun with

it as I could. Either way, it would all be

over soon. She left to go take care of

her tables and I fixed my makeup,

took a deep breath, and pulled my panties down from under my skirt. I

started to put them in my purse, when

I remembered that I had to walk back

to the table with them in my hand! I

started shaking just a little bit, but

decided to get it over with as quickly as possible. I pushed the door open

and almost hit some girl in the face

with my panties! I was probably nine

shades of red as I put my hand down

by my side as quickly as I could and

apologized to her and took off for our table! On the way there, I kept the

panties out, but just held my hand

down and I don't think anybody saw

them. As I turned the corner to go

back to the booth, Jill was just coming

out. I smiled at her and kind of moved my hand so she could see the panties.

She winked at me and gave me a little

thumbs-up as she moved past me. Once I came around the corner,

conversation stopped. I was

beginning to really blush again as I

handed Scott my panties. He didn't do

anything crude like sniff them or

anything; he just looked at them and then put them in his pocket. Then he

turned back to look at me. Actually,

everyone at the table was looking at

me! I started to protest that I didn't

really want to do this, but the look on

Scott's face stopped me. It was like he was waiting for me to beg him to get

out of this. I started to get a little mad,

what did I have to be embarrassed

about? I have an awesome body and

in any other circumstance, he would

be begging me to look at it! So, I smiled at Lisa and slowly raised my

skirt up above my waist and stood

there so that everyone could see I was

now naked from the waist down. Scott

nodded his head slowly and said,

"Thanks, now please pirouette and you can sit down." Oh shit! I forgot

about that. So, not only was I standing

like this now, I would have to! do this

every time someone said "Pirouette".

So, I turned around slowly, did my

curtsey and then sat down. The booth was really cold on my bare bottom

which acted like a constant reminder

that I was naked down there. The

table was far enough away from the

back of the bench that you could

easily see my hiked up skirt and the little landing strip of hair on my pussy.

A second round of drinks had come

while I was in the bathroom and I

started to get my drink on. Scott did

his best to be charming (sneaky

bastard ; ) and I was really starting to enjoy myself (and forget that I was

naked from the waist down) when

suddenly Bill said "Pirouette!"

Everybody stopped talking as I stood

up turned around and sat back down.

"You forgot to curtsey" said Lisa. Damn it. Who's side was she on anyway? (I

would find out that it wasn't mine!) So,

I got back up and did the whole thing

over again, curtseyed and sat back

down. Just as I sat down, Jill came

around the corner with our salads. She sat them down on the table and left

without saying a word which seemed

a little weird to me since she knew all

about it. Anyway, we were sitting

there talking (and I'd done a few more

pirouettes, one from Lisa, the bitch!) when suddenly Jill and another

woman came around the corner. Jill

said, "This is my manager, Kate. She'd

like to talk to you about your little

game." Oh shit! To be continued?