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 ï>¿Bowling for Clothes byRequiaxÂ(C)

   My name is Claire, and to look at me you would just think that I was a
normal, regular young woman.  Shoulder length blonde hair, sporty physique,
casual dress sense.  I'm the type of girl that goes to the gym, drinks wine
with friends, works in an office in the big city, goes on dates with guys I
meet on Tinder...  nothing remarkable about me at all.  But behind my
façade of normality is one very big and surprising secret  -" I have a
really specific kink which fuels my sexual fantasies.

   My kink is all built around public exposure of my body.  Basically, I
get off on the idea of being seen naked, ideally in a public place and by
people  -" friends or strangers  -" who have no business seeing me with my
clothes off.

   I fantasised about this a lot all through my teenage years, when I was
discovering my sexuality and learning to masturbate.  I would lie in bed
most nights once my family were all asleep, imagining scenarios in which I
would find myself naked in public, and I'd never fail to get myself off.

   As I got older I began to understand that what I was planning out in my
head wasn't enough: eventually, I knew, I would need to make my fantasy a
reality, or I would never be fulfilled.

   I pushed myself to the very limits of my bravery.  I'd occasionally go
out without knickers on and flash randomly, and on one or two occasions I'd
find myself somewhere that I could get up enough courage to take all of my
clothes off and wander about in the anticipation I might be seen naked. 
But while these were undoubtedly exciting things to do for a young woman, I
felt strangely unfulfilled, because what I was doing to try and bring about
my fantasy was never the same as what I had pictured in my head. 

   By flashing or stripping in places which weren't private, I was exposing
my private parts, or my whole body, to others.  But there was no ambiguity
about what I was doing.  I was showing myself, being an exhibitionist, true
 -" but it was something I was clearly doing of my own free will, fully
aware of the message I was giving. 

   But in my fantasies, public nudity and public exposure was never a
matter of conscious choice for me  -" rather, it was always at someone
else's urging.  In my fantasies, I would be losing strip games (I didn't
know the rules of poker but that somehow worked out in my fantasy, as I
would imagine naively losing every round of a game of strip poker and
winding up sitting there naked while every other player kept their full
complement of clothes on!), forced to complete dares, coerced into
skinny-dipping (with my clothes being stolen for good measure) and
sometimes even subjected to humiliating forfeits. 

   I came to understand that for me, the thrill lay in the perception of
being humiliated or doing something embarrassing.  I didn't know if I would
actually find public nudity to be humiliating or not, and I didn't actually
feel like I needed to be humiliated  -" I just needed the other people, the
people seeing me, to think that I was being humiliated, to look at me and
feel I was doing something embarrassing that I wouldn't normally choose to
do.  If I flashed someone, or took off my clothes and walked around, I was
being a "show off"  -" but that didn't feel like me.  I wanted to be the
person I was, the person in my fantasy  -" an innocent out of her depth,
giving up control over my own body and what was covering it to other
people, people who might find it funny or arousing or even appalling, but
nevertheless were the ones in control.  I needed to be naked because
someone else made me take off my clothes, if possible with them even
believing I was doing it against my will, or at least better judgement.

   Unfortunately, while many teenagers find themselves getting involved in
the sort of games where girls end up being coerced into stripping, none of
my friends ever suggested them!  We were all too good, or too shy, or too
geeky, to get involved in such shenanigans, and on the rare occasions when
I would be brave enough to suggest some sort of dare or forfeit-based game,
nobody would ever dare me (or anyone else) to remove my clothes.  The
awkwardness and the frustration around dares with my friends wasn't
enjoyable to me, and I soon gave up on the prospect of that happening any
time soon.  If I wanted to experience in reality what I thought about when
I masturbated, I would need to get some new friends.

   Fortunately, I did eventually finish my A-levels and go off to
university, and in my second year there, when I was 20, I finally, finally
got to live out my fantasy  -" and it was every bit as good as I had hoped
it would be.

   My best friends at university were two girls (Emma and Siobhan) and four
boys (Mark, Josh, Kenroy and Greg).

   Emma, Siobhan and I became friends during our first year, when we lived
in student halls.  All freshers lived in halls  -" the idea was that by the
mid-point of your first year, you would have made some friends and you
would be able to move into rented student housing with them.  So it was
with the three of us girls  -" we hit it off straight away, becoming study
and drinking buddies, and when the time came to house-hunt there was no
question that we wouldn't be living together in our sophomore and final
years.

   We picked an unremarkable student house in a terraced street with a 90%
student population, and moved in (with the help of our families) in time
for the new term to start in the September.  The four boys, sporty lads who
played (between them) rugby, hockey and football, were our neighbours, and
we met them straight away.  As a house of four guys, they were very happy
to have three attractive female second-years as neighbours (and in the
interests of fairness I should say we were quite happy to be living next
door to four fit lads  -" between us, Emma, Siobhan and I slept with all
four guys at different times during our uni days, although those hook ups
all took place in times after the story I am telling now).

   We all hit it off easily and quickly and would often pop round to each
other's houses for food, drinks and chat, hold raucous parties across both
properties and generally go around all together, all great mates.

   Of course like a lot of students we spent a lot of time when we weren't
studying in pubs and nightclubs, but we also developed a fun group hobby
for when we had a bit of down time and wanted to chill out  -" we became
regular visitors to the local bowling alley to play each other at ten-pin
bowling.

   Bowling was fun for the lads because they were naturally quite
competitive  -" and good at it  -" and it gave them a chance to show off in
front of us.  We girls liked it because it was fun and pretty low-cost, and
didn't involve a lot of heavy drinking and feeling like death the next day.

   Well, in theory it wasn't supposed to involve heavy drinking...  but the
bowling alley did also boast a fully-stocked bar, and so on bowling nights
the alcohol did sometimes flow.

   As is the nature of such things, if you get competition and alcohol
together, someone will find a way to make a drinking game out of it.  So it
was with bowling nights.

   The rules were simple.  Each of us would put in £5, which would be used
to go to the bar and buy 10 shots (vodka or schnapps or something like
that).  These would be put in a line on the table behind the seating area
of the alley.

   Then, we'd bowl.  Whoever scored the lowest in each frame would have to
take a shot.  If two people scored the same low score, whoever of those had
the lowest overall score would do the shot.  If they were even on that too,
we'd flip a coin.

   Of course, what this meant usually was that one of us three girls would
end up drinking up to ten shots in a very short space of time, and having
to go home!  The problem was that it was tricky once you'd done one or two
shots to stay as co-ordinated as you needed to be to avoid having to drink
any more  -" and the more shots you drank, the worse your bowling skills
became.  This was fine for the boys, who were pretty good at bowling, so
usually avoided drinking any more than one or two shots, and never ended up
with the first drink.  But for us girls, who weren't exactly stellar
bowlers to start with, would end up "winning" all the shots and once one of
us was the more worse for wear than the others, she was pretty much doomed!

   So we would at times change up the rules  -" the player scoring the most
in a frame would be the one doing the shot.  This was actually a great
leveller as the boys wound up having to do several shots early on, and as
they got more drunk us girls would catch up and occasionally even overtake!
But we still often played the "traditional" way, especially if we were
setting up for a night out on the town.

   "You know," I said one day apropos of nothing as we were in the middle
of the drinking game, "you could really easily make a strip version of
this."

   I instantly clapped my hand over my mouth  -" I hadn't meant to say
that! I had been thinking it, but I hadn't meant to say it out loud.  None
of my friends were aware of my kinky fantasies, they didn't know my
youthful obsession with wanting to be forced into nudity by strip games and
my frustrations at trying to get them to happen.  I'd had no intention of
sharing my inner thoughts with them, and after a moment I realised that my
embarrassed reaction to my own statement might be saying more than just the
statement itself.

   Fortunately, none of them had noticed, as they were too busy laughingly
agreeing with my suggestion!

   "Yeah, totally," said Mark.

   "What, you'd have to take one item of clothing off each frame, instead
of a shot?" said Kenroy

   "Yeah, or do both!" Gregg laughed.

   "No way, then the loser would end up drunk and naked!" Emma chided.

   "Oh, so it's one or the other for you is it Em?" joked Mark.  Emma
elbowed him in response.

   "Wouldn't work," Gregg said knowledgeably.  "You could just wear like 15
different things."

   "How would you wear 15 different things?" Kenroy asked incredulously.

   "7 pairs of socks?" Mark suggested.

   "Nah, you'd need to know in advance you were gonna be playing," argued
Kenroy.  "Nobody wears 7 pairs of socks..."

   So it went on.  We didn't actually adopt a strip version of the game
then and there  -" we just joked about doing it.  But there was an easiness
and a lack of embarrassment about the conversation which was a marked
contrast to how my friends back home had behaved around similar subjects.
It was fuel for thought to me  -" good thoughts.  Thoughts so good they
stayed with me for several weeks and made me run out several sets of
batteries on my 'Rabbit'!

   But I still needed help for my fantasy to become reality.  I might have
been the one to think of the idea for strip bowling, but I knew in my heart
for it to really be my fantasy I couldn't be the one to instigate it.  I
had to be a coerced, maybe even somewhat unwilling, participant.  No matter
how much I wanted to be forced to strip off in front of my friends and
every other customer in the bowling alley, nobody could know that I wanted
it to happen, or the magic wouldn't work and I'd just be being an
exhibitionist again.

   Fortunately, a few weeks later, fate stepped in.

   We had arrived at the bowling alley as usual and after a couple of
straight games, we decided to crown the night with a round of the
aforementioned "Bowling for Shots".  However, we were pretty far from
student load pay day, and when it came to pool our money for the 10 shots,
we were woefully short the £25.  Various suggestions were mooted, from
buying a couple of pints of beer instead to just playing without alcohol,
but nobody seemed keen on either of those.

   Then Mark grinned.  "There is one other way we could play," he said
cautiously.

   "What's that?" Siobhan asked.

   He grinned a little more.  "Well, you remember a few weeks ago, Claire
had that thought..."

   Gregg cottoned on.  "No!" he laughed.  "No, no!"

   "What?" Siobhan asked.

   "He's talking about playing Strip Bowling," Gregg said, laughing loudly.

   "Yeah," Mark continued.  "One item of clothing each time you lose a
frame.  It'll be a laugh."

   You could see all four boys brains start to work.  They were the best
bowlers, much better than any of us girls.  That meant none of them were
likely to lose a frame, certainly not enough to wind up with all their kit
off.  That meant that if we agreed to it, we'd end up playing a game where
only the girls would remove any clothes  -" and where one of us might end
up completely starkers.  At this point, none of us three girls had been in
any way intimate with any of the lads, so what we looked like underneath
our clothes was still unknown to them  -" but this way they might get to
find out.  The concept was evidently quite pleasing, as they all agreed to
play.

   My heart felt like it was skipping around my body.  I might actually get
to go from fantasy to reality!

   Unfortunately, Emma and Siobhan had also done the same math and realised
that they would be signing up to something that might potentially humiliate
one of them  -" or both of them.  Unlike me they obviously didn't find the
idea of being forced to strip in public to be a turn on!  We'd each had a
few drinks so they might not be of sound judgement, but I still thought
that there was a chance they might not go for it  -" and I didn't want to
miss out.  So I decided to take the initiative - and employ a little peer
pressure of my own.

   "Sure," I said confidently, "I'm in.  Let's do this." I turned to my
friends and put on a fierce "we can do this" expression.

   (It wasn't quite my fantasy  -" in my fantasy I was reluctantly the last
to agree to play the game, but I thought playing the shy ingÃ(C)nue right
now would probably scupper the chances of either of my two girlfriends
agreeing to play  -" and besides, there would still be enough of a thrill
for me in the irony of the overconfident girl of the group winding up
losing her clothes in a humiliating way).

   "Atta girl," Mark said.  "C'mon ladies, are you in, or out?"

   "Well..." Siobhan was clearly considering it!  My heart leapt again!

   "We'll just get kicked out," Emma pointed out.  I took a little
consolation from this, though, that her primary concern was not that people
might see her body, but that we might not be able to go bowling any more
(me, I'd take being banned from a bowling alley to have my wildest sexual
fantasy come true!). 

   "Nah, they'll be cool," Mark replied.  "They never care how rowdy we
get."

   The girls looked round.  Quite a few of the lanes were in use but it
wasn't crowded  -" there weren't people right up next to us and the
lighting was a little dim.  They were obviously working out the risk  -"
and fortunately for me it must have seemed reasonable, as first Siobhan
then Emma agreed to play a strip game.

   I was giddy with excitement as Mark recapped the rules ("same as Bowling
for Shots - lowest scoring in each frame takes off one item of clothing. 
And that's clothing  -" no hair bobbles, earrings...  if you can wear it in
the shower it's not clothing."), but I knew I mustn't let it show.  I
needed to be showing solidarity with my sisterly housemates, who despite
their agreement were not exactly bubbling over with enthusiasm.

   Of course, they had no need to worry.  I had no intention of letting
either of them lose the bowling game  -" not if I wanted my fantasy to come
true.  I counted up in my head  -" I was wearing 6 items of clothing, not
counting my bowling shoes, which would have to stay on (house rules!). 
That meant I would need to lose 6 frames to end up completely naked.  We'd
be playing 10, so even if one girl lost all the other 4 she'd still only be
down to her underwear  -" only one of us would be fully nude.  Of course,
in the best case scenario either all the losses would be mine (and I'd end
up playing the final four frames completely nude as well  -" the prospect
of which was making me delirious) or the other losses would be spread among
all other players and they'd only lose socks or shirts apiece, where I
would again be the only one in any sort of nakedness.

   So, my plan was to lose, and as quickly as possible, to end up naked as
early as I could and prolong the experience of being forced to be naked in
public.  I was a pretty terrible bowler, but I wasn't always the worst.  So
if I was going to get my plan to work, I needed to throw the game to make
sure I lost  -" and I needed to do it in a way that made it seem as though
I was genuinely playing badly, and not just whipping ball after ball into
the gutter in order to deliberately lose my clothes.  My fantasy needed
everyone around me to believe I was doing this as punishment, not reward!

   Fortunately I had one advantage, being the last player to bowl each
frame.  That meant I could see my friends' scores and try to make sure I
came in under them each time.

   First frame went by as expected, with the boys all achieving respectable
numbers and the two other girls scoring lower.  In fact, both Emma and
Siobhan were level on 5 apiece, which made it easier for me  -" I just had
to score 4 or less and I was one item of clothing "ahead"!

   I stepped up, intending to clip one or two pins to get a score of 4  -"
but I genuinely completely misjudged and sent my ball spinning into the
gutter!  A score of 0!  Honestly, reader, I didn't do that on purpose  -"
so at least my shock looked genuine.  I sheepishly retrieved my ball and
adjusted my aim, knocking down 3 pins.

   "Claire it is, then!" laughed Kenroy.  There was a pregnant pause while
everyone waited to see what I would do  -" until I grasped my jumper by the
hem and pulled it off over my head.

   The lads cheered, although really I was revealing nothing.  I had a
t-shirt on under my jumper, all I'd done was the exact same thing I would
have done had it gotten warm, and removed my top layer.  But I guess I had
shown that I, at least, was willing to enter into the spirit of the game,
and greatly increased the boys' likelihood of seeing my goodies!  My female
friends looked relieved, too  -" perhaps they figured I was on a losing
streak and would continue to bowl this badly, sparing them much
humiliation.

   Next frame went similarly.  Everyone but me scored fairly high, I
scraped by with a 4.  Once again, attention turned to me.

   I had a choice now.  I was wearing a t-shirt, skirt, black tights, and
of course my bra and knickers.

   It didn't make sense to take my skirt off next, and I couldn't remove my
underwear without removing the clothes on top.  So I could either take off
my t-shirt and bowl in my bra  -" but with every item of clothing below my
waist still in place.  Or, I could whip off my tights and bowl bare-legged.
This would be more "natural"  -" as I was still feigning modesty, people
would believe that I would consider myself still "dressed" at that point,
in top and skirt with just my legs exposed  -" although it would cut down
on the amount of time I would be exposed in any significant way.

   In the end, I decided to go for the tights.  I sat down on a stool and
began to unlace my shoes, in order to get my tights off.

   "Oi!" Mark challenged.  "No cheating!  Shoes don't count!"

   My, he was a stickler for the rules  -" obviously wanted the best chance
to see some flesh!  I didn't reply, I just stepped out of my shoes, reached
both hands up under my skirt and grasped the waistband of my tights.

   There are two ways of taking off tights, if you are a woman.  There's a
slow, seductive way  -" alright, maybe not as sexy as taking off stockings,
but done right it can be pretty hot  -" and the quick, practical way.  I
went for the second, quickly rolling the tights down my bare legs and
stretching them to step out of them.  I balled them up and chucked them in
the vague direction of my jumper, then stepped my bare feet back into the
bowling shoes.

   I suddenly felt a lot more naked.  Even though nothing was exposed  -" I
was only dressed how I would on a hot summer's day  -" the sudden
transition between covered legs and bare legs made my skin tingle and my
bare feet inside the bowling shoes were a reminder of how unusual this was
becoming.  I was acutely aware that there were now only 4 more items of
clothing between me and total nudity  -" and the next round I lost, I would
be exposing more of myself than was acceptable in public.  Butterflies
danced in my stomach, and the anticipation alone was deliciously arousing.



   There was a small setback next frame, as despite my best efforts I
managed to knock down two more pins than Emma, causing her to be the loser.
So I retained all four of my clothing items, while she pulled her jumper
over her head.  As with me, she wasn't revealing anything, but the lads
cheered anyway, and this time their cheers began to attract looks from some
of the other groups on nearby lanes.  Clearly we were doing something, and
their curiosity was piqued.

   I sat with Emma as the boys bowled their turns in the next frame.

   "How many things are you wearing?" she asked me.

   "Four," I replied.  "You?" 

   "Six" she said with a nervous grin.  Emma was wearing jeans rather than
a skirt  -" she'd evidently decided to count a single sock as one item.  We
had 7 frames to go including this one  -" from Emma's point of view, even
if she did count her socks as two items, she could potentially still end up
naked at the end if she lost 6 of the next 7 rounds.  As the least capable
bowler, she was obviously getting worried.

   "It's ok," I said, trying to feign grim resignation, "I'm probably going
to be the one who ends up naked.  Serve me right for agreeing to this!" And
of course, I'm going to make damn sure it's me, I thought to myself.

   But the odds seemed to be against me.  Or for me, if you think about it.
Next frame Emma and I tied on 3 pins each, both losing.  Worse, our scores
overall were tied  -" there was no clear loser and that meant one thing; we
had to flip a coin.

   A coin was produced and I called tails.  I was a little worried now  -"
this might be another frame Emma lost, and as she got more nervous she
might bowl worse  -" it would be harder to score lower than her and while
that might not mean Emma ended up naked (unless she lost all of them) I
might not end up fully nude either  -" and that was definitely the only
outcome I wanted!

   The coin came down, and Gregg called it.  Heads!  Emma was safe.

   Emma was safe, and I had to remove one more item of clothing.

   I was actually nervous now.  I felt like I was at a point of no return.
If I took one more thing off now, I was committing  -" I was saying to
everyone around me, I accept my fate.  If it is my fate to be completely
naked in front of you all, I am accepting that now.  Whether I removed my
t-shirt next, or my skirt, I'd be exposing a lot more of myself to friends
and to strangers than I would normally be expected to at a bowling alley!
My fantasy was closer than ever to coming true.

   I took a deep breath, reached behind myself and unfastened my skirt.  I
wriggled my hips and the skirt slid down my bare legs and dropped to the
floor.

   I stood there for a second, clad only in panties and a t-shirt (well,
and my bra, but that wasn't visible).  My t-shirt wasn't long, it barely
skimmed the top of my panties.  My panties weren't skimpy, I hadn't worn a
thong  -" but they were quite brief, cut high in the leg, revealing a good
portion of my butt.  They were black, stark in contrast with my peach
complexion. 

   I had the full attention of the guys now, and not just them.  Other
people had begun to look over from their own games, not casually, but
paying their full attention to us and what we were doing.  Some even
wandered over  -" men and women  -" to stand nearby and spectate.  It was
obvious now that we were playing some sort of strip or forfeit game and
they wanted to see the outcome; or at least, stare at my panty-clad butt as
I bowled.

   Even Emma and Siobhan were looking at me with a kind of awe.

   My fantasy was coming true, and I almost felt dizzy with excitement. 
The thought that I could very well soon be naked in front of this audience,
an audience who would be believing I was doing this because I had to, not
because I wanted to, was almost too huge.  I was already incredibly aroused
and had no doubt I would be more so before long.

   But there was still a game to play first.

   The next round, again, I lost easily.  I didn't even have to try to bowl
badly now  -" I was so excited, the adrenaline going through me, that I no
longer had any co-ordination skills!

   When everyone realised I had lost, there was a hush.  All eyes turned
again to me.  They knew, now, that I was either going to be down to my bra
and panties  -" or else I would go all out and just be naked below the
waist.  Whatever I did, they were really going to start getting a show now.

   I wasn't going to disappoint.  I quickly whipped my t-shirt up over my
head, and threw it onto the growing pile of my clothes.

   I was in public then, in full view of all my friends and more than a few
strangers, in just my underwear.  I was more exposed than I had ever been
in my life; the feeling was incredible, and within the next few minutes I
would be even more exposed.

   I wore a black bra, it wasn't a matching set with my panties but at
least I didn't look too uncoordinated.  It wasn't sexy underwear, nothing
lacy or racy, just normal practical bra and panties.  I looked down at
myself: at my cleavage in my bra; at my smooth stomach, flat except for the
slight swell all women have to their belly; at my long slender legs
radiating from my panty-clad crotch.  I was maybe a little more exposed
than I would be in a bikini at the beach but I felt like I was revealing
everything about myself.

   I hugged myself.  It would look like I was embarrassed  -" if I started
striding around confidently in my underwear, that might give the game away.
But I was determined not to cover up too much  -" the fun for me was in
being fully exposed, not nearly exposed.

   A bunch of guys had wandered over  -" young men but too old to be
students like us.  One of them approached Mark and Gregg, and they appeared
to have a conversation which involved lots of looking at me, and laughter.
After that short chat, two of the guys wandered off to the bar, and came
back with 6 bottles of beer, and something in a glass.  The beers were
distributed between my four male friends and Emma and Siobhan, and then
Mark came over and handed me the glass. 

   "I explained our little wager to them.  He pointed out that we've got
four frames left and you're shockingly bad at this  -" he thought you might
need some Dutch courage!"

   I sniffed the glass.  It was brandy!  I'd never been a big drinker of
the stuff, but I certainly didn't want any pesky inhibitions getting in the
way tonight, so I tipped it back and down my throat it went.  It was warm
and strong, and I gasped.  I think my face was already red from being
exposed publicly, but if it wasn't it certainly was after that shot!

   The guys who had bought the drinks looked over, raising their bottles in
salute.  I grinned and raised my empty glass back.  I was going to make
their night, I was certain of that!

   Next frame I relaxed a little, and in letting my attention wander
managed to out-bowl both Emma and Siobhan!  Emma came last again, and there
was an audible disappointment when people realised that I wasn't going to
be removing either of the two items I was still wearing just yet.

   Emma shyly sat down, removed one shoe and pulled off her sock.  She
grinned at me and wiggled her bare toes, before putting her shoe back on.

   "Hang on!" one of the spectators said, "she's only took one off!"

   "Is he right?" Kenroy asked Mark.  Apparently Mark was the referee now!
"Is it one sock, or one pair of socks?"

   Mark thought.  "Should really be one item.  Pair of socks is two items.
So she doesn't have to take them both off...  this round!"

   I should probably mention at this point that Emma is a gorgeous brunette
with a pair of the best looking, big and beautiful boobs I have ever seen.
She turns heads wherever she goes, more than either me or Siobhan and we
aren't bad looking either (if I do say so myself!).  I guess quite a few
people there had been hoping she would be the one losing all her clothes
tonight and not yours truly  -" I had to hope they wouldn't be disappointed
when my more modest figure was revealed!

   So (if you're keeping score at home) we had played 6 frames, with 4 to
go.  I'd lost 4 of them, and was wearing just my bra and knickers.  This
round might lead to me being even more exposed.  I could barely contain my
excitement.

   I stepped up to bowl, threw the ball, and winged one pin.  Score one for
me  -" nudity here I come!  I waited for the pins to reset and then threw
my second ball. 

   My heart sank.  Rather than veer off to get me a low score, as I had so
many times already tonight, the ball flew straight and true, knocking the
remaining pins flying.  I'd made a spare!

   I couldn't believe it!  When I'd try to win I'd never bowl that well  -"
now I was trying to lose, and I put in a great shot!

   I turned to my friends and the assembled spectators.  They cheered my
shot...  and then they cheered again!  I couldn't figure out why, until I
looked up above my head behind me to the score screens.  A big fat zero had
appeared in my column on the score card, and an animation followed to show
what had happened.

   My foot had gone over the line at the start of the lane.  My shot was a
fault, and didn't score.

   I'd scored one, and everyone watching had figured out pretty quickly
that this meant I was going to take my bra off.

   My heart was racing and I felt a little dizzy.  All eyes were on me, as
I reached up behind my back with both hands.  I unhooked first one clasp of
my bra, then the other.  I wasn't hurrying this  -" I didn't want to appear
too eager.  And really, I wasn't  -" I was so overwhelmed with excitement
that if I moved quickly I felt it would be too much to bear!

   As the clasp of my bra came free, and the elastic lost its tension
around my ribs and shoulders, the reality hit me.  Soon I would be in
public wearing nothing but a pair of panties.  I didn't even have the
possibility of hair hanging down to give me a bit of modesty  -" my hair
was tied up in a ponytail.  The only way I could stop people seeing all of
my breasts, all of my nipples, would be if I covered them with my hands  -"
which would be impossible to do for the duration as we still had three
frames of a bowling match to play!

   I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry.  I brought my arms forward and
flexed my shoulder muscles, causing the bra to fall away.  It fell down my
arms and I caught a strap and peeled it away entirely, depositing my bra
with the rest of my clothes.

   I had done it, I was topless now in front of everyone.  No, not topless.
Topless to me implied walking around with jeans and no shirt on.  I was
just dressed in panties  -" I was nearly naked!

   My nipples stood to attention  -" partly from the shock of suddenly
being exposed, but mostly I am sure from arousal.  I don't have big boobs 
-" just perky 32B breasts  -" but I certainly had enough to give the people
watching a good sight.

   It seemed like forever that I was frozen there, hands at my sides,
facing my audience, my nipples hard, my breasts exposed, but it can't have
been long because a smattering of cheers and wolf-whistles brought me back
to reality.  I grinned, sheepishly, and covered my bare breasts with my
folded arms.  I would much rather have just completely exposed them then
and there, but I still didn't want to appear as though I was enjoying this
(too much, anyway  -" I think by now most people had realised I was having
fun, if not nearly as much fun as they were having!)  -" and anyway, it
would soon be my turn to bowl again, and my tits would once more be on
display.

   Sure enough, it was impossible to bowl and cover myself at the same
time, so I gave the assembled friends and strangers (including, I noticed
now, a few of the people who worked at the bowling alley  -" obviously we
didn't need to worry about being asked to leave before this would come to
its conclusion!) another great view of my exposed breasts and perky nipples
as I took my throw.  My legs were wobbling by now, and I was glad to be
wearing black panties, as while the crotch was sticking to me with my own
wetness, at least the only person who currently knew just how turned on I
was was me.

   My breasts jiggled as I threw the ball and I laughed.  I had already
been a big fan of bowling with clothes on  -" without them, it was ten
times more fun!

   I scored a fairly respectable three pins on my first of the two throws.
The boys were all safe with strikes or spares, and Siobhan and Emma were on
7 and 6 each.  I genuinely didn't know how it was going to go down, but I
knew if I scored 3 or less on the second throw, I'd have to lose my panties
and be completely naked.

   I know!  How terrible!  Slender, blonde, little me, completely naked and
exposed in front of all those people  -" how would I bear it?

   Well, I won't keep you in suspense any longer.  2 pins went down.  I
scored 5 that frame.  I'd lost another frame, and with it had lost my right
to the last piece of clothing I was wearing.

   Time seemed to slow.  I could hear people cheering, as they realised
what my score was and what that meant.  But I felt like I was in the
spotlight on stage at the theatre.  My audience was a blur of faces,
whirling around in front of me.  My ears rang.  My heart was pounding in my
chest and my stomach was so full of butterflies it felt like it was going
to lift me up in the air.

   I took a few deep, calming breaths (which must have made my bare breasts
rise and fall beautifully) and steadied myself.  Then I hooked a thumb in
each side of my waistband, and quickly, like ripping off a band-aid, I
pulled my panties down.  I briefly relished the little kiss as the fabric
of my panties parted from the exquisite wetness of my smooth pussy lips,
then I stretched my panties over my clownish bowling shoes, balled them up
and tossed them aside.  I straightened up and stood, naked, arms by my
sides, in front of my friends and everyone else who had come to watch in
anticipation of this moment.

   My god, but I felt incredible!  This was everything I had ever wanted,
my sexual fantasy coming true at last.  All these eyes on me, and me
completely exposed, naked from head to foot (well, ankle), nothing covered.
I had no long hair to hide my breasts and, with the exception of a
miniscule "landing strip" my fine blonde pubic hair was also completely
shaved.  Looking down I could make out perfectly the smooth cleft that
marked the point where my mound diverged to the two lips of my outer labia,
and I was sure everyone else could see it too.  People I knew who had never
seen me naked now knew exactly what I looked like under my clothes in
intimate detail, and even those who had seen me bare before (my two
housemates in other words) had never seen me so exposed in such a
"humiliating" fashion.

   Humiliating!  That was right!  I was supposed to be the victim here! 
And standing there showing everything full frontal with no move to cover up
was not quite the sort of behaviour one should expect a "good" girl to
display.  I hoped my statue stance would be taken for a
rabbit-in-the-headlights fear freeze, and quickly snapped into life,
wrapping one arm across my chest to hide my nipples, and cupping the other
hand over my private parts, as if desperate to conceal them.

   That last gesture was, perhaps, a mistake.  Until then I had been
largely ignoring how aroused I was by the events of tonight, but all it
took was the slightest brush of my fingers against my smooth lips, the
briefest hint of a touch of the wetness between my legs, and I knew I was
more turned on than I had ever been in my life.  My lips were swollen, my
clit throbbed and my pussy ached to be touched, caressed.  But my common
sense remained  -" I knew that while stripping in front of my friends was a
safe enough pursuit, one that would be great for stories in future and
treated as a bit of a laugh, masturbating to orgasm in front of an audience
of a couple of dozen people would be something that might well cause me to
get a slightly different reputation; one that might follow me through uni
and beyond  -" and I wasn't prepared for that.  So I discretely bit my lip,
took a few deep, calming breaths, and tried to get a handle on my arousal.

   It was difficult, though!  This was my fantasy, finally mine to
experience for real.  All the times as a teenager I had laid on my bed
furiously fingering myself while imagining moments like this.  All those
times in my short adult life where I had reclined in the bath with a shower
head or under my duvet with my 'Rabbit' pressed against my clit  -" even
when my mind wandered in the middle of fucking someone  -" this is what I
had been dreaming of, and I had finally achieved it.

   I wandered, dazed, back away from the lane to where my friends all sat,
where the onlookers had also gathered.  People cheered and applauded my
nudity.  The boys I was here with clasped my shoulders and heartily patted
me on the back.  My girlfriends hollered and grinned  -" I'm sure they were
relieved that the forfeit of nakedness had been fully mine, but equally I
think they were just having a good time at my expense, or simply sharing in
my own enjoyment of the moment.

   Someone pressed a cold beer towards me.  Without thinking, I took it,
removing my hand from my private parts to do so.  Now, with beer in hand, I
had only one free arm to cover myself  -" so I simply shrugged and dropped
the cover, allowing myself to behave as if fully clothed, feigning
obliviousness to my exposure.

   I couldn't tell you how the remaining two frames went.  Yes, that's
right, although I was already fully naked, the bowling game had to continue
(the electronic scoreboard wouldn't reset if it didn't).  I could have
bowled all gutter balls or a succession of strikes, I was completely
oblivious to it.  I will say though that bowling completely naked is a lot
of fun (as is doing anything completely naked which you might normally do
clothed, with the possible exception of spot-welding!) and I remained very
conscious of my own nudity throughout.

   The game finally ended, and for a moment or two I simply stood, unsure
what to do next.  I had never played a strip game before, and I didn't know
what was supposed to happen afterwards.  Was I considered free to put my
clothes back on?  In all honesty, I truly didn't want to  -" I wanted to
stay naked as long as possible.  But how long could I stand there  -" nude,
exposed, aroused, drinking my beer  -" before I stopped looking like a fun,
good sport girl and more like a weird pervert?  How long before it would
become obvious that I wanted to be naked because it excited me and not
because I lost a bet.

   Fortunately, Mark came to the rescue.

   "Game over then lads and lasses," he began, "and well done to Claire for
being a good sport  -" and bad enough at this that she lost all her clothes
before the game even finished."

   (I loved that.  In my fantasies it was always my own ineptitude or
overconfidence that would lead to me winding up naked and humiliated  -"
the fact that everyone thought I was currently nude because I was a crap
bowler and not because I had deliberately played badly gave me a little
tingle of additional pleasure).

   "In fact," Mark continued, "Claire not only lost the bet, and her
clothes..." he paused here for dramatic effect, "but she also lost...  the
whole game!"

   Sure enough, my score overall put me firmly on the losing rung.

   "Now," Mark continued, "Claire's already been a great sport, we can't
deny that..." He was a bit drunk now, I think  -" maybe someone had bought
him a few more beers for suggesting a game where I'd ended up stripped off!
"But, a display of bowling that bad can't go unrecognised!"

   You can tell Mark was in the rugby team.  They were the absolute worst
on campus for banter, and it seemed like I was about to get both barrels.
While, I don't need to point out, still completely naked in public!

   "What are you saying?" asked Gregg.  He was Mark's rugby team-mate and
was obviously going to play straight man here.

   "I'm saying," Mark went on, "it's time for us to decide her forfeit!"

   Forfeit?  Forfeit?!  I had taken all of my clothes off and was currently
naked in front of at least 20 people (potentially more, if the people
towards the other end of the bowling alley, who hadn't yet realised that
there was a naked 20-year-old woman here, cottoned on).  That was a forfeit
already, surely?

   Siobhan pointed out as much, but Mark disagreed.

   "That was the bet for each frame," he pointed out.  "Now we're talking
about what she has to do for losing the whole game."

   There followed a fairly lively discussion, between both my friends and
some of the other interested spectators (who, perhaps realising I wasn't
putting my clothes back on in the near future had decided to stick around)
as to exactly what forfeit a girl who is already naked can perform.  Quite
a few of the suggestions  -" especially from the spectators, were fairly
obscene ("Put a beer bottle in her where?!") and made me flush crimson.  I
had been up for stripping, certainly, but the thought of involving myself
in some sort of public sexual humiliation was getting far away from my
comfort zone  -" fortunately, none of my actual friends were willing to
take such suggestions seriously.

   They talked it over but, a decision couldn't be reached.  There were
strong supporters of me being forced to do some sort of public streak (yes
please!), perform a lap dance for the person who had won the game  -" which
had been Josh (I was less sure about this one  -" aside from general
discomfort I had about sticking my pussy in Josh's face, I'm a terrible
dancer and had no idea how to perform said lap dance) and a few others, but
nobody could agree.

   In the end, they decided to settle things the only way we could  -"
another bowling game.  Just the guys playing this time, with the winner
earning the right to decide my fate.

   Privately, I was elated.  Another game, during which I was, in the
spirit of the challenge, required to remain in my current, naked state? 
Sure, the boys were better bowlers and with just 4 players the game would
be over much quicker than the last one, but it was still an incredible
feeling to know still more nudity lay ahead.  I felt so exposed, I almost
needed to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't having that dream where you
turn up naked somewhere, that this was really happening and that the
clothes I had come out in were currently laying on the floor in a bowling
alley.

   The lads busied themselves with trying to win my fate, while I stood off
to one side, nude, protected by Siobhan and Emma, and cheered them on. 
Publicly I had decided to remain impartial  -" privately I was rooting for
Gregg, who was championing the suggestion that I go outside and perform a
streak up the street.  The thought of being naked in the open air and
forced to expose myself to even more people was almost too exciting to
believe.

   Mid-way through the game, the boys started looking to me to bestow
good-luck favours.  Their manner towards me had become increasingly flirty,
and I was reasonably certain that if I had reclined back on the seat at
that moment and spread my legs apart, there would have been a short fight
before one of them would have dropped his trousers and fucked me then and
there. 

   The first favour came from Gregg, he asked me to kiss his ball.  Oi,
cheeky, his bowling ball!  He lifted it up and I kissed the cool surface,
before he sent it spinning down the lane.  It won him a strike, so of
course the next bowler, Kenroy, demanded a similar favour  -" but he wanted
something more than "just a kiss" for his ball, although he didn't specify
what.  I'd had an idea though, and I invited him to hold his ball out in
front of him at about the height of my chest.  I leaned forward and pressed
first my left, then my right nipple against the cold, curved surface of the
ball.  There was much laughter and cheering, and Kenroy grinned as he
looked down to see that the coldness of the ball had once again caused my
nipples to stiffen and stand proud.  He went to his throw and, like Gregg,
won a strike.

   Next up to bowl was Mark.

   "Just a kiss from your lips," he said when I asked him what the favour
he was requesting was.  I leaned forward as if to kiss the ball but he
stopped me.  "No, no," he said, "your other lips!"

   I blushed bright red, but his cheeky grin cracked me up.  What could I
do but honour his request?  He held the ball in both hands, kneeling before
me (I realised later that in his kneeling position, he had a fantastic
close up view of my pussy as I did this  -" I'm sure that wasn't his
intention at all!) and I stood over the ball with my legs apart.  I bent my
knees, lowering myself until I felt the surface of the ball cool and hard
against my inner thighs.  I'm not sure if I actually managed to connect the
engorged lips of my treasure with the bowling ball itself but it certainly
gave the appearance I had, and Mark withdrew his ball, to much laughter.

   The laughter increased when Gregg suggested he was cheating by adding
"additional lubrication" to his bowling ball, while Kenroy suggested this
wouldn't be a problem as it would probably slip out of his hands (I'm not
sure about these lads understanding of female bodily functions, as even as
aroused as I was, I wasn't producing enough wetness to lubricate an entire
bowling ball!).  Mark said nothing, he just held his ball up to his face,
as if (exaggeratedly) giving it a big sniff, then gave a grin and a thumbs
up to me, to roars of laughter.

   "Pervert!" I laughed back.

   Mark threw his ball  -" which went wide and dropped into the gutter. 
There was much joking about "over lubrication" following that, but it also
put an end to the favours business, as it seemed to demonstrate that
whatever other positive qualities naked me had, magic game-winning genitals
weren't among them!

   The game continued but I had another, more pressing issue.  I needed to
visit the bathroom!

   Until now I had remained safely in and around the lane we'd been bowling
in.  I had an audience, which I was enjoying  -" but they were all people
who were "in" on the gag, on what I was doing.  Most had arrived mid-way
through the strip game and knew what we were doing and why I had no clothes
on.  I almost felt comfortable naked in their presence  -" I suppose once
you've revealed everything to someone, you no longer feel quite so
intensely about what they are seeing.

   But the rest rooms were a way away, back towards the entrance to the
alley.  If I was going to go there, I would be stepping away from the space
I had established was safe for me to be naked in, and into an unknown
territory.

   But, I did need that bathroom.

   Funnily enough, despite how much attention I was receiving, it was easy
for me to slip away!  I guess very briefly that the game became more
interesting than the pretty blonde girl walking round totally naked  -" I
must try harder in future!

   I strode across the carpeted area towards the rest rooms.  Garish
coloured flashing lights from arcade games and sideshows of the sort found
in all bowling alleys illuminated my naked body.  As I neared the rest
rooms I became more obvious to the patrons of the alley who hadn't
previously been close enough to see what was going on that yes, there was
indeed an attractive naked woman walking through their bowling alley.  They
stopped what they were doing and stared.  Even the girl on the shoe desk,
who clearly hadn't been made aware by her colleagues what was going on,
looked on open-mouthed as I quickly entered the corridor where the rest
rooms were.

   That short walk, and feeling those eyes all over my body, had once again
stirred in me incredible feelings of arousal.  I looked around me.  There
was nobody around, nobody had followed me.  Could I-?

   I considered going straight to the rest room, but I find bathrooms are
unpleasant places to do that sort of thing.  Instead I followed the
corridor around.  It twisted and turned, past doors not open to the public,
perhaps offices or storage closets or maintenance rooms.  I tried a few
doors but all were locked, and when I reached the end of the corridor  -" a
fire exit, I simply gave up.  I leaned against the wall, sank down to a
sitting position, the carpet soft against my bare bottom and legs.  I
widened my legs and my hand found its way between them.  My fingers
caressed the slick wetness  -" my god I was aroused!  I needed to cum,
needed it badly, my pussy throbbed and ached for the release I would have
long since had if this had been only fantasy and not real life.  I stroked
my clit, up and down, concentric circles, rapid movement to bring myself
off quickly  -" but I needn't have worried.  The lightest touch was all I
needed to bring myself to the brink of orgasm, and with little movement I
was soon cumming hard, head tilted back, biting the soft part of my free
hand, between thumb and forefinger, to stop myself from crying out in
ecstasy.  My whole body shook with my orgasm, and I continued to play as it
subsided, bringing myself back over the brink again.

   When I'd cum twice, I finally relaxed my hand.  I sat there a moment,
coloured dots dancing in my vision.  When I tried to get up my legs wobbled
like Bambi on ice, but finally I was able to stand and staggered, slightly
dazed, to the restroom.  I still felt incredible  -" two orgasms had taken
the edge off of my arousal, but I was still acutely aware of my own
nakedness, and excited in anticipation of more people seeing me naked
tonight.

   I used the bathroom, forcing myself to pee despite how tender and
sensitive that whole area had become!  I wiped and flushed and then walked
to the basins.  I splashed my face with water to try and bring myself back
to focus.  I leaned on the basin stand and looked at myself in the mirror.
Blonde hair in a ponytail.  Natural makeup.  Perky 32B breasts, flat
stomach, barely-there landing strip of blonde pubic hair, everything else
shaved.  I turned around to admire my bare butt.  I was a knockout, I
decided  -" and I was completely naked in front of all these people.  Lucky
them, I thought  -" and of course, lucky me!

   I'd just finished admiring myself in the mirror than the door to the
bathroom opened, making me jump.  A young woman of similar age to myself
entered.

   She stopped when she saw me.  She didn't look pleased.

   "Are you hiding in here?" she asked.  I didn't answer at first, so she
carried on.  "It's not right, you know.  This, what they are doing to you.
I've been watching.  You don't have to go around like that, they shouldn't
make you.  Some stupid bet  -" you don't have to go through with it."

   It took me a moment to place her, but then I realised she was one of the
spectators who had gathered to watch me lose the bowling game and strip. 
But while others (men and women) had been laughing and cheering me on,
she'd been looking on with a disapproving expression on her face.  Clearly
she thought I was some poor simple or drunk girl being taken advantage of
by horny lads who had coerced her out of her clothes.  No surprise, really,
as that was the act I had been portraying (I didn't think my acting was
that good but apparently I was wrong)!  The whole point of living out my
fantasy was that I wanted to appear that I was naked in public even though
I didn't want to be  -" I should have realised that some people might find
that, from their point of view, problematic.

   I had no answer straight away.  I wasn't quick enough or smart enough to
think of a better explanation, other than the truth.

   "To be honest," I said after a moment's pause, "this isn't what it looks
like.  I'm not actually doing this because of the bet or because I'm being
made to.  Well, that is what is happening, true  -" but it's happening
because it's what I wanted to happen." 

   She looked confused.

   "Look," I continued, "this is going to sound weird, but what's happening
right now, me having to strip naked in front of loads of people, having to
walk around naked in public because I lost a bet  -" that has been
something I have fantasised about for years.  I didn't suggest the bet I
made, but, well, I deliberately lost the game, I deliberately tried to
throw badly, so I could end up losing all my clothes."

   "But why?" the woman asked.

   "Like I said, this has been a fantasy of mine for a long time, but I
needed it to feel genuine.  I couldn't just take off my clothes and parade
around  -" I needed the game element, I needed people to think I wasn't
doing this just because I wanted to.  I've waited a long time for the
chance to fulfil this particular fantasy of mine and I'm having, 100%, the
best time of my life tonight.  I'm not humiliated or embarrassed, nobody's
making me do this out of peer pressure or taking advantage of me  -" if I
hadn't wanted to get naked, I never would have become involved in this in
the first place.  I feel fantastic  -" this is probably too much
information but I've had two orgasms tonight already and that's nothing
compared to what I'll be getting when I get home and replay all this in my
head.  I'm loving this, so you needn't worry."

   "Wow," the girl said.  "That's  -" that's not what I was expecting."

   "Well, there it is," I said.

   "Wow," she repeated.

   "Yep."

   "Two orgasms?"

   "Yep."

   "Wow." She grinned.  "Well, lady, you are one kinky woman!"

   "I'd say that's a fair assessment," I laughed.

   She grinned.  "Nah, it's cool.  I like it.  I'm glad you're getting what
you want." She thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up.  "Hey," she
said, "you want me to hide your clothes?.."

   When I left the restroom and returned to the game, the boys were just
wrapping up.  A few more spectators had gathered, having noticed me either
on the way too or from the restroom and drifted over to see what the naked
girl was going to do next.

   I stood and watched the final frames.  I tried to remember to pretend to
be embarrassed, to cover my breasts with my arm and my exposed pussy with
my hand, but my mind wandered and I kept forgetting to keep up the act, so
everybody got a good show.

   In the end, to everyone's surprise, Kenroy won the game.  I was at first
a little disappointed as I had hoped Gregg would win and have me streaking
down the road outside  -" but when I heard Kenroy's forfeit described in
detail, I had to congratulate him, it was perfect.

   Kenroy pointed over to the arcade games  -" and specifically to a
dancing game, where the player had to keep up with the rhythm on a music
track by hopping and skipping on coloured squares on a podium.  "That," he
said simply.  "She has to play a round on that, naked."

   The guys groaned and groused at him.  They had been hoping for something
sexy and exciting and instead they were just going to see a naked girl play
an arcade game for a few minutes  -" they clearly felt he had wasted an
opportunity.

   When I got over to the machine, though, with my little crowd of
spectators in tow, and someone popped in a pound, and I began to play, they
soon changed their tune and realised the genius of Kenroy's suggestion. 
The podium had handrails you needed to use to steady yourself  -" I didn't
need to hang on to them all the time but to keep my balance they were
definitely needed  -" which meant no using my hands to cover my breasts or
private parts.  The game's podium elevated me, too, putting my in a
position where everyone had a good view.

   But, more importantly than that  -" this was an active game.  I would
essentially be doing a mix of running on the spot, jumping up and down,
skipping and playing hopscotch  -" all while completely naked!  I don't
know (if you're a woman) if you've ever attempted any properly physical
activity  -" sport, exercise or dancing  -" with no clothes on, but if you
haven't, take it from me  -" a considerable amount of jiggling will occur.
Even on someone like me, with relatively small breasts, keeping up with the
rhythm of the game had me bouncing around like crazy.  Short of finding me
a trampoline to jump up and down on, Kenroy's forfeit for me had gotten the
most movement out of my naked body that the crowd had seen all night, and
they were enjoying every tit-wobbling, ass-shaking moment.  He got a lot of
congratulatory pats on the back for this one (including an imaginary one
from me).

   Because there was one thing even Kenroy hadn't known when he chose this
forfeit  -" I am insanely good at these dancing games.  Despite my lack of
rhythm for real dancing, I have had a huge amount of practise on these
games thanks to summer holidays at the seaside where the pier arcades are
full of them, and my siblings and I had wasted many an hour perfecting our
skills.  So despite only £1 going in, I was able to work my way through
several songs before my credits ran out.  I danced for what seemed like
ages, skipping, jumping, stepping and even performing the occasional spin
to reward my fans with a better glimpse of my body.  There was no room for
even false modesty in my exertions, I wound up sweaty and breathless and
had given everyone watching a good and revealing show before finally it was
Game Over.

   And Game Over it was for the night, too.  We weren't bowling any more 
-" in fact, we had only a few minutes before the alley was closing for the
night.  Sadly, it was time for me to get dressed again, and I returned to
our lane to do so.

   After a minute or so, though, a worried expression crossed my face.

   "Guys," I asked my friends, "where are my clothes?"

   Is there much more to tell?  Well, the alley staff were predictably
unsympathetic when we told them my clothes had gone missing.  We had to be
out regardless, they told us, it was time to close up.  "We'll let you know
if your clothes turn up," one of the male staff leered.

   So it was that I removed my bowling shoes, slipped on my own shoes and
made my way outside the bowling alley - still completely nude!  The night
air was a lot colder than the inside of the bowling alley and it was a
shock to my bare skin  -" goosebumps spread over me and my nipples
stiffened.

   The alley was on a main road and I stood there awkwardly for a few
moments.  Cars, mostly taxis at that time, sped past, honking their horns
when they realised there was a naked girl stood on the pavement.  I was
fully exposed in an even more public place than the bowling alley and the
horns and occasional catcalls meant I was very aware of my own nudity.  I
gave an embarrassed wave  -" what else could I do.

   After a moment longer my friends surrounded me, shielding me from the
public eye.  Someone proffered me a jacket to cover up with  -" and it was
at that moment that a familiar face appeared.

   "Sorry," the girl from the bathroom said.  "I think these are yours.  I
picked them up as we were leaving, then I couldn't find you."

   She handed me a bundle  -" it was, of course, my clothes.

   I gushed with gratitude and began to quickly dress.  It was cold, after
all.

   In case you haven't twigged yet, this bit had all been planned.  After
our conversation in the bathroom, the girl, whose name was Maggie, and I
had worked out a plot for me to have one last bit of fun.  While everyone
was watching me perform on the rhythm game, Maggie had gone round gathering
up my bra, panties, tights, t-shirt, skirt and jumper, bundled them up and
taken them out of the alley with her when it was time to leave.  My
confusion at being unable to find my clothes was feigned  -" I'd known
exactly where they were, and had just wanted an excuse to not put them on,
to extend my nudity a bit further. 

   The fact of the alley staff chucking us out with me still naked hadn't
been guaranteed, of course, but it was the situation I had hoped for (and I
was fairly sure, given how they had been enjoying my performance all
evening, that they would probably relish the thought of leaving me naked,
never finding my clothes again).  It was one last chance to be exposed out
in public apparently not of my own choosing, and I wanted to take it.

   I'd told Maggie to bring me my clothes if somebody stepped up to over me
coverage  -" after all, I couldn't very well refuse a kind offer of a
jacket or sweatshirt without people starting to realise that maybe being
naked was more enjoyable to me than I had been letting on.  So true to her
cue, she'd appeared from the crowd when I was offered a jacket, and
everything had gone just as I expected.

   What was a little more unexpected was that as I was dressing, Maggie
leaned over and put her face close to mine.  "My number's written down on a
bit of paper in the pocket in your skirt," she whispered.  "I've got a
boyfriend but he's kind of boring.  You're much more fun.  Call me
sometime."

   And before I could answer, she'd gone.

   So that's the story of the time I played strip bowling.  We walked home
after that and I pleaded tiredness and went straight to bed.  Of course, I
had no intention of sleeping, although I did eventually crash out,
exhausted, after masturbating myself to a succession of the greatest, most
incredible orgasms I have ever had.  Over the next few days and weeks I
replayed every moment of that night in my head, using my hand, my 'Rabbit'
or the shower head in the bathroom to get myself off over and over again. 

   To be honest, it got to the point where it started to become
embarrassing  -" I'd be sat watching TV with the girls and some memory of
that night would return unbidden to my mind, and I'd almost always have to
disappear off to my room for a while to "take care of myself", so arousing
was it.

   But in the end, things calmed down, although I could always return to my
memories any time I wanted to.

   I became something of a local legend once word got around.  Did we play
strip bowling again?  Of course we did!  Did I lose again?  Again, of
course, although much less spectacularly.  And did I have to do any more
extra forfeits?  Well, lets just say my lap dancing skills are now much
improved!

   In fact, my sportsmanship and willingness to take off my clothes that
night meant that I found in the months and years that followed, among that
group of friends, that dares, bets and forfeits were much more likely to
come my way. 

   Mark, in particular, cottoned on fairly quickly that I was actually
quite enjoying that sort of behaviour, and became one of the people in my
life most keen to goad me into playing such games.  In fact, it was only a
few weeks after that he invited me up to his room to play a private game of
'Heads or Tails'...  well, I found it a lot harder to rig a coin toss in my
favour but I'm always up for a challenge and as in this particular case the
challenge ended for me in a night of astoundingly good sex with the rugby
boy, I found no reason to complain!

   As for Maggie, the girl who I met at the alley who became my accomplice
in hiding my clothes and gave me her phone number after.  Did I call her?
Well, that's a story for another time --