The Straight Line Party

You won't believe this, but two weeks ago, after a party, one of my university friends paid me £20 to get naked in my flat. It's weirder than it sounds: she wasn't even there. We'd all been drinking and it got to the point where everyone was starting to trickle home. I was seeing my friend Jamie out of the flat, when she pulled me over and whispered in my ear.

"Ben," she said. "Ben this is going to sound strange, but after your flatmates go away tomorrow night, spend the day in your flat, naked. All day. Don't wear any clothes once the door closes for 12 hours, ok?"

She slips £20 into my hand and then heads out of the door.

I shake my head, bemused, and after checking the flat for any last guests, go to bed.

Of course, the next morning, Sam and Tina are off on their Geography away day, measuring rivers or something. It's Saturday, and Jamie's words come back to me.

"Why not?" I say to myself, and hurry back around the flat, drawing curtains everywhere.

And then I strip.

At first, it's weird. I feel oddly ... vulnerable. I keep ducking down and watching where I'm going so I don't catch myself on anything.

Then it's liberating. I wander around feeling ... free.

Then I kind of forget about it and get on with my weekend.

Well ...almost. You know what I mean.

Anyway, that's not the interesting bit. Because yesterday, something even weirder happened.

It's Friday, it's about 11am and I'm just coming out of my first and only lecture when Jamie comes running up to me outside the building, thrusts a piece of paper and a small bag into my hand and runs off before I have a chance to say anything. My classmates look at me, bemused, but I shrug and make an excuse.

For some reason, call it intuition, whatever, my mouth has gone dry and that strange, naked day has come to mind. I know something's up.

I head into the toilets, find a cubicle and open the note.

"Hey Ben," it says. "Wasn't that liberating the other week? Want to try something even more fun? If so, read on."

I shrug. Shit, might as well -- I'm not doing anything else that day. There's a rough map with an X on it just ... around the coast, I think.

"Today, I'm staging a straight line race with a difference. There are around ten contestants. Everyone starts from different places, everyone ends up at the same place. Every five hundred paces, everyone removes an item of clothing and rosa-blanca.ru it with a GPS tag, leaving it on the floor somewhere. If you fail to tag something, you lose. The first person people to reach this point will receive £500. The second, third and fourth people will receive £100. The fifth person will receive £50. Everyone else gets nothing. So be fast if you compete. Your starting point is the large climbing rock along the cliff path where we saw the kid slide down the side of the cliffs and land unharmed, ok? Race starts at 11.30, walk west."

Shit. I realise that I just about have enough time to grab something to eat and make it to the starting point. My mind is clear -- so why not?

Well, because I'll end up naked in public, that's why. But that voice is a very small, quiet voice in my head at the moment. I could really use the money -- that's a louder voice.

I race to a cafe, buying water and wolfing down a sandwich, before hurrying along the beach. Now, Jamie's straight line parties are a bit famous. It all started off after a night out when she complained it was too slow getting back to her flat and someone told her actually, as the crow flies, it wasn't that far.

So she walked in a straight line to prove them wrong. Through other people's gardens, over their fences, along the middle of the road. Thankfully, we live in a town where a third of the population are students, so I think most people found it funny.

But this ... this is different. And I love it. Even if it scares me.

I hurry past tourists, other students, cyclists, barely hearing the gulls and lapping waves. It's really very idyllic, but all I can think about is the race. It starts getting quieter and quieter. Eventually, I reach the point on the cliff path where I can see the big, uneven rock that the rock climbing society uses as an initiation. It's about sixty feet high and scares the shit out of me. Jamie and I once saw kids slide from this point down to the beach by the huge rock and high-five each other. We shuddered -- maybe we're too old for this kind of thing?

Today, there's no-one on it -- in fact, there's no-one here at all, just me and the gulls. I can see the city stretch away before me in the distance, the ruined abbey, the clock tower and the harbour all very prominent. It smells of seaweed and salt.

My watch says 11.29am, so I hurriedly remove my shoes and socks, attaching a GPS tag from the bag to each. At least, I assume it's a GPS tag -- there's nothing else in there. I wonder if Jamie has any clothes at the finishing line. Or what happens when you run out of clothes -- or what happens if people are wearing more clothes than others. Shit. Maybe this isn't such a good idea.

I start walking straight west. That's the good thing about this path -- it's pretty straight, although it does duck down to the beach after a while.

Five hundred paces isn't much. I drop my first shoe after just a few minutes. My second shortly after that as I follow the path down the shoreline, passing a jogger.

"Hey, Ben!"

Oh ... shit.

It's Tina. The jogger is my flatmate Tina.

"Uh, hey Tina," I manage. "What's up?"

"Ah, nuttin," she says. "Just enjoying the weather, the weekend, chilling out, you know."

"Sure," I stammer, and we walk together for a while. I manage to drop my next sock without her noticing, and the next.

"Uh, so I'm getting all back to nature," I say ... bloody hell, how lame does that sound. "You know,"

"What?" she says. "Like, out here?"

"Yeah," I say, counting my five hundredth step. "You know, losing my inhibitions."

And I peel off my t-shirt, just about managing to clip a tag to it discretely and leaving it behind.

"Ben!" the little blonde says. "That's littering!"

"I'll be back for it, I promise," I say.

But five hundred paces later, I don't really have a good excuse for what I'm about to do.

"Ok Tina," I say, flushing furiously. I will not lose, I tell myself. "Don't be shocked ok?"

And I peel off my jeans. She just stares at me as I kick them behind a rock as a family walks past, staring. Shit. I'm mortified. The mum and dad shake their heads as they walk past, presumably cursing students in this town for ruining even the nice beach walks. Shit. At least I'm in my pants.

"So, you going to go the full hog?" she asks with a sly grin

"Sure," I say, suddenly enjoying the exhibitionism. "Why not? Care to join me?"

She laughs. "Maybe... You know I'm a wild child at heart."

Five hundred paces later we hit a completely clear stretch of beach. It's beautiful. So it seems appropriate to take off my last remaining garment. Tina simply stares as I pull my pants down and cast them away, behind a large boulder. Damn. I'm butt naked in front of my flatmate. She stares at me. I'm mortified.

"So what happens now?" She asks, cheekily.

"We stroll," I say, my dick twitching. I can't work out if this is hot or not. I feel ... uncomfortable but also free.

Thankfully, the beach is mercifully empty, and as we wander down, Tina starts following suit, discarding her flip-flops and leaving them on the beach behind her.

The waves lap at the shore, the sand is soft underfoot and my flatmate is peeling off her top and skirt, walking beside me in a bikini. Damn.

"Come on," she says, giggling. "Let's do a selfie. Just waist up."

I jump a little as her hand touches my bare back, but she snaps the shot and shows it to me.

"Ah, what the hell," she says, and unfastens the top part of her bikini, letting it slowly fall to the sand. Damn. I've always tried to ignore how big her boobs are but as she bares them in front of me, my dick starts to rise. Shit, they're perfect. Small pink nipples hardening, round and ... amazing. Fuck.

"Wow," I say, trying not to stare. "Uh, sorry."

She laughs, then flinches. "Shit," she says. "Up ahead."

I look over, and see a guy walking his dog down by the shore. "Come on," I say, pulling her along the beach in as much of a straight line as possible. We're still parallel to him, but we're moving faster. We hurry, but I turn at one point to check him and he's still there, stopped, staring at us. Fuck! I feel my cheeks heating up and Tina blushes furiously. "Dammit," she says. "Run?"

"Better not," I say. "That'll make it look really suspicious. Just ... hurry -- and stay in a straight line so we don't look drunk!"

There's a rocky outcropping just up ahead and we begin to clamber over it with exaggerated care to avoid cutting or bumping any ... extremities. I'm annoyed by the climb but also grateful for the barrier that it'll provide when we get to the other side. I lever myself over the top, carefully jumping between the rock pools until I reach the sand on the other side.

Then I stop and stare. I barely register Tina landing beside me, dimly realising that she's lost her bikini bottoms on the way down, her bare ass cute and perfect, her body now completely nude.

Because lying right in front of us, on an orange beach towel, is a completely naked woman. Or rather, another naked woman, as there's one right next to me now.

"Hi," she says. "You must be on the race."

I flush, and glance at Tina. Then I realise she's blushing as well and realise what an idiot I've been. She's been stripping at almost exactly five hundred pace intervals.

"This ... this is a relay?"

She nods and grins. "Slowcoach," she says, sniggering. "I thought you'd pick up on my shit much earlier."

The sexy nude black sunbather looks us up and down slowly. "Well, I'm the first obstacle in your race. And you know that song about having sex on the beach? That's what I want. Except with both of you. Right now."

Tina fixes me with a stare. "Ok Ben," she says. "Bullshit aside, you want to win this? All in, now or never."

I nod. I hadn't imagined this, but ... damn. I'm keen.

"You take the bottom, I'll take the top."

And so my blonde flatmate kneels down and starts making out with a complete stranger, fondling her breasts and stroking her hair, as I kiss her toes and start working my way up her legs, lightly caressing her inner thighs. For a moment, I look at her perfectly shaved pussy, then lick it from bottom to top, making her moan with pleasure, writhing.

I find her clit and give it some attention.

"Oh god," she moans, but she's muted by Tina's kisses. "Fuck!"

I keep going, my fingers sliding in and out of her, my tongue pleasuring her as she moans noisily before eventually shuddering her way to climax, my face damp with her sweat and ... other juices. I wipe as I rise up, her eyes closed. Tina takes a moment to admire her, grinning guiltily at me.

"Good teamwork," she giggles. Damn. Who knew my flatmate had such a kinky side?

There's a noise like scraping rock and I quickly look over, seeing the face of the dogwalker quickly disappear down the rocks on the other side. I stand and spin around but Tina stops me.

"Ben!" she hisses. "No! The prize, remember. As long as he didn't have his phone out..."

"I'll take care of that," our new friend says languidly. "Don't worry."

"Great," Tina says. "Now come on!"

She ushers me ahead of her and we hurry on down the beach, the going much slower because of the rock pools and harder terrain. I wince as my feet hit hard shells and ... well, some kind of spiky lichen deposits affixed to the rocks. I don't know what it is, I'm not a geologist, ok?

I do know a few, mind you, I'll ask them the next time I see them. One of them might even be interested in this.

Fuck. I think I'm in denial because I'm streaking across a beach and just went down on a complete stranger. I'm feeling ... embarrassed, guilty, ashamed, alive, excited, turned on, a little bit sick that a stranger saw me ... damn, this is ... weird.

But it gets weirder. I glance back at one stage and the naked woman has vanished. Directly ahead of us is a wooded path; the beach curves away to one side and the rocks turn into dunes and sandy grassy scrub. Tina grabs my hand and pulls me along with her.

"Come on, slowcoach," she hisses, but then jumps as a fully clothed guy, probably about our age, steps out from behind a tree, holding a stopwatch.

"Oh, hi guys," he says nonchalantly. "So, here's the thing. You have to do one dare of my choosing before you can keep going because otherwise you don't get the secret sign to get past the final guardian. And uh ... well, I want you to fuck. Right here, right now."

Shit.

"Fine," Tina says, and I find myself nodding. Damn.

"G...great," he says, like he wasn't expecting that. "Here, wait a second."

And bending down, he dusts Tina's thighs ... well, her inner thighs ... in some kind of blue dust from his jacket pocket, rubbing it in and acting like she's going to hit him.

She doesn't, and he gets more confident, making sure she's covered right down to her knees. He still stays away from her pussy, mind you.

Fuck. As he gets up and steps away, I realise that I'm about to fuck my flatmate. My dick has somehow become rock hard in the intervening time, and Tina takes the initiative, stepping towards me -- but she's short, so I bend my knees a bit and without thinking too much about what I'm doing, push my dick into her wet, waiting pussy. Holy fuck that feels good.

"Damn," she sighs. "Ben that feels good..."

I don't trust myself to reply, and instead I put one hand against the tree and start thrusting in and out of her, my chest pushed against her breasts, our mouths meeting. We make out, our awareness of sensation heightened by the audience. I can feel him watching us, wondering if he's getting hard looking at us make out, my dick pounding my flatmate.

"Hey Ben," she whispers breathily at one point, mid moan. "Imagine having dinner with me and Sam tomorrow, and only you and I know that we've fucked."

And that's enough to push me over the line; my dick spurts hot cum into her waiting pussy, which in turn, clenches around me, as Tina spasms with her own orgasm, giving a short, stifled cry as she cums.

Shit. She sags against me, her knees bending momentarily and for a second there's only us two in the world as my orgasm finishes.

Damn. Then I gently pull out of her, my knees not quite willing to take the load. My cock is still wet and as I pull out it drips down her leg, the dust turning from blue to green as the jizz hits it.

"Whu?" I asks, looking at our new friend

He grins. "Shit, it works," he says. "You can carry on, when you're ready... but make sure you keep the green stuff there."

Tina flushes crimson as she looks at him, fresh cum on her legs, more seeping out from her as she takes a step forwards.

"So, we've had to do a couple of things we didn't know about so far," she says, almost seeming proud of her nudity and sexuality. "Is there anything else you can tell us about what's up ahead?"

The guy coughs and flushes. "Aw, shit," he says. "They said you'd try this. I'm not really supposed to give you any hints, you know."

"Come on," she says, her hips swaying alluringly. "Anything? Not a hint, just any ... information? You could ... take a picture to remember all this by."

Hands shaking, all nonchalance gone, the sandy-haired guy snaps a photo of Tina's naked form.

"Well," he says. "Time does matter, but so does route -- I guess you know that already. And there's just one more trial, and you should do whatever you're asked, even if it seems like it's ... not helpful."

Tina grins. "Thanks charmer -- catch you later."

And with that, she grabs my hand and we run off down the trail.

The trail runs in a roughly straight line, but eventually we arrive at coastline again, only this time, we have to run past a family outing. We slow to a jog, and they seem so wrapped up in their picnic that I don't think they notice us until we're past ... and then hopefully they rack it up to student japes rather than ... shit, whatever this is. At least they only see ass.

Then we're out of sight as we scramble over yet another line of rocks and ...

...

Shit.

Skid to a halt in front of our flatmate Sam.

Fully clothed, flushed bright red, mouth wide open.

"Holy shit," she manages. "Holy shit you two. Jamie mentioned she was worried about you. She mentioned you might be coming here. She ... shit guys. What the hell? How long has this been going on?"

My immediate thought is that she's in on it, but she's so aghast that I don't believe that for more than a second.

Shit.

Fuck.

"Uh, Sam," I manage. "Look, it's a ...dare, ok? Just a bit of fun."

"You guys are disgusting," she says. "Seriously, how long has this been going on?"

"Just today, I swear," Tina says. "Come on Sam, it's just a bit of casual naturism. We thought it'd be fun. Try it with us?"

"No fucking way," she says. "I'm calling your parents."

"Seriously?" I say, getting pissed off. "Come on, look, there's no need for that. I'm sorry we didn't tell you, but honestly it was a bit of a spontaneous thing ... heat of the moment. We'll do anything to make it up to you."

"Cooking and washing up for a week," she says.

I nod.

"Take the bins out for a month," she says.

Tina nods

"After 8pm, do anything I say and no clothes for a week."

My jaw drops.

Tina goes pale.

"Shiiiit," she says. "You ARE in on it."

"Yes or no?" She says, standing firm.

"Fuck ... yes," I say quickly and Tina nods.

"Come on," she says. "You might have to do one more thing..."

And with that, we follow her into a wooded clearing, pushing our way through thick trees, getting a few scratches on the way, but my heart is pounding so hard that I don't really care.

Jamie is there, with one other couple. Shit ... we didn't win. We only got a hundred pounds for the trouble. Shit. I stare at the other couple, who are nude, the woman small-breasted, the guy well-built. Damn.

"Hey stranger," Jamie says to Sam. "They do everything?"

"Flying colours," she calls back. "Shame they weren't first."

"Well," the brunette says. "You know it's a points system and there is one thing they could do to try and offset it?"

"Anything," Tina says quickly

Then I notice it. Sticks, arranged in a rough square towards the edge of the clearing. It's ... purposeful.

"Well," Jamie says, pointing. "Anything within that square gets live-streamed, instantly, from that camera there. You step into that, you're on the web. Our first contestants won't do it, but if you put on a big show as the others arrive, well, we'll give you another hundred points."

I don't quite know how to explain it, but by this point my head was so far out of its normal routine that I did it unquestioningly. I was a purely sexual animal, operating out of sheer lust. I think if you'd told me to strip in front of all my friends and wank off in front of them, I probably would have done that too.

"Ok," I say at the same time as Tina. "What did you have in mind?"

Jamie grins. "Well, since you've arrived with your flatmates, I've got something special in mind. Tina, come here."

Tina pads over, looking nervous for the first time. Jamie reaches into a bag, pulling out rope and cuffs, then quickly, competently, cuffs Tina so she's standing with her back to the camera, but can't move an inch.

"And you, Ben," Jamie says. "You have to convince your other flatmate to fuck, on all fours, on camera."

Sam gives a nasty grin and sidles up to me.

"To be honest," she says. "This is all pretty entertaining with the dare you accepted earlier, but I want to make you sweat a little. Now, here's the thing. For every item of clothing I keep on, you can reduce the number of days you and Tina go naked this week. And for every 10% of your prize money you give me, you escape a day of doing whatever I say."