I crouched naked, in the corner of my office in the psychology building. There were at least three locked doors between me and the nearest hallway. It was the furthest from my apartment, but also probably the safest. I knew that campus security cleared and locked the building every night around 11pm. I had special permission to have 24 hour access to the building (ever since I started tutoring international online students), so I knew I was relatively safe.
I took a deep breath. I knew I needed proof to get the girls to do what I had planned. I closed the office curtains, turned on the lights and set my phone on a delayed timer, propped up on a nearby bookcase. “Fuck it, might as well make it a good one.” I ran back to my chair, faced the camera and lewdly spread my legs, displaying my pussy for the camera. I reached down and spread my labia, which were already dripping with excitement. Right as I heard the timer end, I slipped a finger inside of myself. I couldn’t believe how wet I was. I brought my finger to my mouth and licked it clean.
I walked to check the picture. I saw myself, naked with a face flush with lust and desire, spreading my obviously drenched pussy for the camera. I looked like a porn star or a camgirl… and had never been this turned on before. “This better be enough for them,” I thought. You could see my name on a nameplate on the edge of my desk. It was obviously my office.
I sent the picture directly to Natalie, knowing that she’d never let this get into anyone else’s hands. Even if she was my torturer right now, I trusted her implicitly. I knew she would keep it between her and the others. And maybe, if I was lucky, she’d touch herself later looking at me. I knew I’d find out soon enough. “Part one done,” I thought.
Part of me wanted to stop right there, but I knew I had one more part of the dare to complete before I got to run back across campus to my apartment. I opened the YikYak app. YikYak was anonymous, but it did only show you posts by people in your immediate geographic area.
It seemed like a lot of people were up tonight. I scrolled through the recent posts, one asking about whether any parties were going on right now. Another was talking about their fantasies about a hot biology professor. I began to write my post.
“If you’ve ever wanted to see a girl streaking across campus, come see me at the Taylor building in 15 minutes! My clothes are on the other side of campus and I’d love to meet some other exhibitionists on my way back home. If you get lucky, maybe I’ll take a photo with you! ?”
The girls might have said I had to post on YikYak, but they never said I had to tell anyone where I actually was! The Taylor building was clear on the other side of campus, and I could just make it out from my office window. I reached over, turned off the lights, and opened the curtains.
This was going to be fun.
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I sat with my legs spread in my office chair, facing the open window. The lights were off inside and I knew unless someone specifically knew I was there, there was no way they’d notice me. I lazily ran my hands over my naked body, grasping my tits and lightly squeezing my nipples. Every so often, I’d run my hand down between my legs, tracing my fingers up and down the sides of my labia, but never quite touching my clit or dipping a finger into my wetness. I wanted this to last.
I started, hearing indistinct yelling. I spotted a group of students, men and women, arriving at the Taylor building. I was far enough away that it was hard to tell exactly how many people were there, but it had to be at least two dozen, in various states of dress. I squinted and swore I could make out a woman or two in what seemed to be lingerie. “Maybe there are more exhibitionists here than just me..” I thought. I glanced at the clock. “Five minutes until I’m supposed to be there.” I started to lazily trace circles around my clit, while pinching one of my nipples and savoring the slow buildup of heat in my core.
My phone screen lit up, and I glanced over. I had several texts in the group chat my friends and I shared, with all of them asking me for updates. They had spotted my post on YikYak. I sent a short text: “Dare complete. See you all soon ?”. I checked the post to see dozens of comments, asking if anyone had spotted me yet. It seemed Midwest was desperate to see a naked woman.
I started the last part of the plan: I edited the original post with an update: “I see a lot of you turned out to see me! I’m honored! I’m at the PAC watching you all run around trying to find me.. I didn’t know so many of you were perverts.” The PAC was the performing arts center on campus. The quickest way there was for my “paparazzi” to run toward the psychology building, and then make a turn right in the courtyard directly below my window, and run for five or ten minutes in the opposite direction from me, and more importantly, my apartment.
As I watched the crowd begin to gather and run toward me, I began to work on my orgasm in earnest. While circling my clit, faster and faster, I slipped one, then two, fingers inside of myself, curling them upward and hitting my g-spot. A familiar tingling and heat began to spread out from my core, into my limbs and down to my fingers and toes. A lewd, wet noise began to fill my office as I began thrusting my fingers faster and faster. I felt myself dripping, and looked down to see white, sticky fluid not only coating my fingers, but drip out of my pussy, down my asshole, and onto my office chair.
I looked up and watched the crowd draw closer. Everyone was looking at their phones, excitedly chattering and pointing toward the PAC. From my vantage point, I saw those same women from before. I could see one of them was in very skimpy lingerie, while another wore a robe with only panties underneath. She was topless underneath the robe and barely trying to hide her ample cleavage from view. The men in the group seemed equally interested in finding the YikYak poster and in the scantily clad women around them. I gasped as I watched the one in lingerie turn, spotting a visible damp spot on her white lace panties.
“Was that from me?” I thought as I continued to edge closer and closer to my orgasm. I watched as the one in white lace dropped her phone. She bent over to pick it up, and in the light from the lampposts in the small courtyard, I swore I saw a glint of metal. She was wearing a buttplug!
That pushed me over the edge. I swore as I came, heat exploding out from my pussy throughout my body. I spasmed in my chair, feeling my pussy clench around my fingers over and over again. My vision began to fade, my back arched, all while trying desperately not to make a noise and alert the crowd below.
It was like the wind was knocked out of me.. My head was dizzy, my breath ragged, as I tried to recover from the strongest orgasm I’d ever had. I slowly withdrew my fingers and licked them clean, savoring the taste. I looked down and saw that I had dripped all over my chair, and that the inside of my legs were sticky with cum. I thanked myself for bringing tissues last week to my office, and wiped my self clean as best I could. I looked outside, and spotted the group in the distance, walking toward the PAC.
If I was going to make it home unseen, now was the time. I looked around to make sure I hadn’t left any evidence of my “activities”, and finding none, locked up and ran downstairs. I looked around, and seeing no one, began to run in the direction of my apartment.
“Time for my fun, now” I thought. My friends didn’t know what they had gotten themselves into.