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 �>�Carrie -(TM)s Triathlon Part 1 By Joe (with Carrie)



   [Many thanks to Carrie for her help and encouragement for this story,
for suggesting the plot and allowing me to use her characters]

   Carrie sat in the front of the SUV looking straight out of the window in
front of her.  I could tell she was concentrating.  Winning the triathlon
was important to her.

   It was of course important to all of us.  We had pledges of close on
five hundred dollars sponsorship if Carrie won, and the race organizers
matched the pledges for the winner.  So victory meant a cool one thousand
dollars to the hospital and Carrie meant to win.

   And of course she would win.  Carrie, the beautiful sexy Carrie, had the
most perfect athletic body I had ever seen.  And believe me I had seen all
of that beautiful sexy body!

   I closed my eyes and imagined Carrie naked.  She was about five ten and
weighed in at perhaps one thirty pounds.  Her legs were long and slender
leading up to tight buttocks, firmed by the hours of training she put in.
Her slim figure contained not an ounce of excess fat, her breasts were
small to medium, but beautifully shaped, the strength of her pectoral
muscles holding them firm so they jutted out in front of her without need
of support.

   That day however Carrie was not naked.  She wore a skin tight lycra
costume.  She had chosen it as being ideal for the mini triathlon she was
to run.  The mini triathlon she was bound to win.

   It was the last fund raising event of the year.  It wasn't a serious
event so much as a 'fun run', but that didn't stop the girls at college
taking it very seriously indeed.  And nobody took it more seriously than
Carrie.  If she won she earned a thousand dollars for the hospital, and she
was going to win whatever it took.  Under her warmups she had the uniform
she was to wear for all three legs of the run: swimming, cycling and
running.  It was like a swimsuit and a pair of running shorts to pull on
for the cycling and running and emblazoned across the front of each was the
word 'Jouissance'.

   The SUV pulled into the parking lot and we tumbled out.

   "Hey Carrie, you gorgeous beauty" called Lisa, Carrie's friend, who I
think had even more of a passion for Carrie's body than I did, "you gonna
take your energy drink?"

   Carrie scowled.  She wasn't keen on Lisa's insistence on this new
'energy drink' Lisa had found.  Carrie liked to know exactly what was in
anything she took.

   "I don't know Lisa.  What's in it?  Where you get it from?"

   "It's just glucose, and herbs and stuff.  Do as you're told Carrie,
drink it up."

   I never knew why Carrie always did what Lisa told her.  It was almost
like she liked to be ordered to do things.  Lisa sometimes had her do real
wild things.  It was like Carrie wanted to be wild, but needed the excuse
of being told by Lisa to do it before she could indulge herself.

   She must have known Lisa wouldn't give her just any old energy drink. 

   "What is this drink anyway," she asked.

   "It's called Jouissance.  It's like the best!"

   "That means 'Joy', doesn't it," said Carrie, who had done some French at
school, "Is that some sort of French thing then?"

   "Na!  I got it from this guy from Haiti.  It's real big out there.  All
the girls use it."

   "I dunno," said Carrie, "it's not like I want to use any drugs or
anything."

   "Ask that official guy there then," said Lisa, "hey Mister!"

   She called over one of the race officials, a pompous looking guy in his
mid-forties, wearing a blue track suit and sporting a bright orange bib
with the word 'Official' emblazoned on it.

   Lisa looked him up and down appreciatively.

   "Hey Mister, is it okay if my friend uses this energy drink stuff."

   "What's in it?"

   "Just glucose, and herbs and stuff."

   The guy looked at the bottle.

   "No problem with herbal infusions," he said, handing it back.

   "Go on then," Lisa handed the bottle to Carrie with a suspiciously
triumphant look in her eye.  Carrie put the bottle to her lips and downed
it in one go.

   "Oh," said Lisa, clapping her hand over her mouth, "you were only
supposed to take one mouthful."

   "Herbal energy drink," said Carrie, starting now on her warm up routine,
"I don't suppose it matters."

   I could see from the wild look it Lisa's eyes, though the otherwise
oblivious Carrie could not, that perhaps it did matter!

   "Let me see that!" I took the bottle from Lisa and read what it said on
the label.  The information was, to say the least, sparse.

   'Extract of mamajuana.  Get your lady goin'.

   I thought I had better find out more, took out my phone and Googled
'Mamajuana'.

   As I read my mouth dropped open.  'Powerful female aphrodisiac from the
island of Hispaniola'.

   Oh My God!  What tricks was Lisa up to now.

   I googled 'Jouissance' and stared at what it gave for a translation 
-~Extreme ecstatic pleasure.  Orgasmic climax -(TM).

   Oh My God!  And Carrie had drunk the whole bottle.  I looked over to
where she was stripping off her warmups to start her warming up routine. 
She looked really sexy bending and stretching.  And she was going to start
feeling more than very sexy and very soon.

   At that moment we were interrupted by the guy with  -~Official -(TM)
blazoned all over his chest.

    -�Hey lady, what you doin -(TM), -� he said, addressing Carrie.

    -�Warming up, -� said Carrie stopping her exercises for a while.

    -�Yeah, I can see that, but what you wearin -(TM)? -�

    -�My uniform. -�

    -�Yeah, but what -(TM)s that on it? -�

    -�I dunno.  Some slogan for Jouissance.  Lisa got it put on. -�

    -�But that -(TM)s that energy drink aint it. -�

    -�Yeah, sure, what about it? -�

    -�You can -(TM)t wear that! -�

    -�What do you mean  -~You can -(TM)t wear that -(TM)? -�

    -�It -(TM)s an energy drink and this here run is sponsored by Sunny
Fizz.  You know  -~Sunny Fizz  -" it makes you Whizz! -�

   Carrie looked at him with a rather puzzled expression on her face.

    -�So? -�

    -�Well it -(TM)s all in the Fun Run rules lady.  Don -(TM)t you read
the rules? -�

   Of course Carrie hadn -(TM)t read the rules.  None of us had read the
rules.  Who reads rules?  Nobody  -" except perhaps Lisa.  Carrie shook her
head.

    -�The rules are  -" no advertising other energy drinks. -�

   Poor Carrie looked desperate.  After all she had been through.  After
all that training.  With all that money at stake.

    -�But it isn -(TM)t really an energy drink, -� she flustered.

    -�It had better be an energy drink lady, or it aint allowed under the
rules. -�

    -�Well it is an energy drink, but it -(TM)s like, not on sale here, it
-(TM)s not in competition with Sunny Fizz. -�

    -�That lady don -(TM)t matter for nothing.  If that -(TM)s an energy
drink.  And you tell me it is.  Then you can -(TM)t wear that uniform. -�

   Poor Carrie started trying to rub the offending words off, but it was no
good.  They seemed etched into the fabric.

   Lisa appeared,  -�Carrie, Becca, what -(TM)s up? -� she said.

   "Oh Lisa," Carrie was almost weeping, "what did you put this stupid
slogan on the costume for.  I'm not allowed to wear it!"

   "I thought it would be fun," said Lisa, "what do you mean 'not allowed
to wear it'?"

   "No energy drink slogans allowed ma'am," said the official, "except
Sunny Fizz.  It's more than my job's worth to allow it."

   "But that's ridiculous," said Lisa, "she hasn't got another uniform and
everyone is relying on her.  Can't you make an exception?"

   "Nope.  That ma'am, is the way it is.  It's Sunny Fizz or nothing."

   Lisa's eyes lit up.

   "You mean she can wear nothing!"

   The man looked nonplussed.

   "Of course she can wear nothing," he said, "and now if you ladies will
excuse me.  I gotta go."

   Carrie was looking at Lisa with a horrified expression on her face.

   "No Lisa, no!" she said, "Please!  Don't make me!"

   "I'm not making you," said Lisa, "but if you don't do it you let
everybody down.  All those people who have pledged their money.  All those
people who need the money for the hospital."

   I could see Carrie fighting in vain with herself.  She knew she was
going to have to do it, but didn't want to admit it.

   "But I can't Lisa, I can't, not in front of all those people.  I can
wear my warmups."

   "You can -(TM)t swim in warmups.  Swim naked!  It -(TM)s just the first
stage.  We'll fetch your warmups for the rest of the race.  You can do it.
Of course you can Carrie.  Think of all those times you went training
naked."

   "But that was different.  That wasn't in front of a crowd of thousands.
There wasn't television there then."

   "It's up to you Carrie, but if you want to let everyone down."

   Then a funny thing happened.  A strange look came over Carrie's face and
her hand seemed to go involuntarily between her legs and start rubbing.

   "What's up Carrie?" Lisa looked cincerned.

   "I din't know.  I just feel I need to..."

   She started rubbing again.

   "Oh Lisa!  What's happening?"

   "Come on Carrie!  Get that uniform off.  You need to get warmed up."

   I looked at the look of torment on Carrie's face.  She knew she couldn't
let people down, but even for Carrie the thought of like having to swim
completely naked on TV and everything was just too awful.

   "Okay - I'll warm up," she said, "then we'll see."

   Trying to look inconspicuous and hide behind the SUV, she peeled the
uniform down.  Slid it down her legs and stepped out iof it.

   There she was again standing in front of me like a naked goddess.  A
vision of nude perfection.

   My eyes wandered over the perfect outline of her breasts, then they were
drawn inevitably down over her tummy to her pubic mound.

   Oh My God!  You could see why she had been rubbing!  You could actually
see already the effect of the drink.  Her labia were visibly swollen and
her clit was engorged.  It was clear - she was going to stay that way till
the effect of the drink wore off.

   I could see why she couldn't keep her hands off it.  And she couldn't.
Her fingers had already separated her vaginal slit and she was fondling her
clit in front of me almost compulsively.

   "Carrie!" shouted Lisa, "Warm up!"

   Carrie seemed to suddenly snap out of her little dream and started
rather energetically warming up.

   You know I've never seen anything quite such a turn on as Carrie warming
up naked.  Stretching each limb in turn, her taut muscles clearly outlined,
her buttocks firm and tight, her breasts almost sculptured with her two
nipples now engorged pointing forwards like two firm walnuts topping a pink
blancmange. 

   As she stood legs apart, stretching from side to side, my eyes were
drawn irresistibly to her swollen clitoris clearly visible as the stretch
of her legs opened her vaginal slit.

   My eyes opened wide.  That was one powerful drink she had taken.

    -�Holy shit Lady, what -(TM)s going on? -�

   We turned to look at the official who was staring goggle eyed at Carrie.

    -�She -(TM)s going to run with nothing on like you suggested Mister, -�
said Lisa.

    -�Look Lady, when I said nothing on, I meant nothing written on her
costume not --.  Holy shit! -�

   Carrie stood up and stared at him.  He looked away.

    -�You do as you like Lady, -� he said and ran.

   Carrie looked almost in a trance.  Whether it was the effect of the
drink or it was the only way she could go through with it I don -(TM)t
know, but she stood there proud and naked.

    -�Okay guys, where do we start, -� she said.

    -�Yeah Carrie, we -(TM)ll just go but -- -� Lisa hesitated for a
second,  -�best cover your boobs and your pussy with your hands.  They
-(TM)re a bit well -- Prominent. -�

   Carrie looked at her,  -�Okay, -� she said,  -�just give me a few
seconds. -�

    -�Sure thing, -� said Lisa.

   Carrie, releasing herself from her self imposed containment for a few
seconds, did what she must have been dying to do.  One hand parted her
labia and the other went to her swollen clit and fondled it, rubbing gently
up and down.

    -�Oh, oh, ooooh! -� she said,  -�that -(TM)s good, that -(TM)s really
good! -�

   She licked her fingers and rubbed some more.  The look on her face was
ecstatic.

    -�Hey guys!  Oh!  Ooooh! -� she was rubbing harder and harder, her
fingers sending shockwaves of pleasure shuddering through her body.  I
couldn -(TM)t believe what I was seeing.  She was standing naked in the
open working herself energetically, enthusiastically, uncontrollably.  My
God!  That was one hell of a drink and it had poor Carrie totally in its
grip. 

   Then she showed a degree of self-restraint greater than any I -(TM)ve
witnessed before or since.  She stopped before reaching a climax.

   She pulled herself together and looked at us both.

    -�Okay guys, -� she said,  -�let -(TM)s get going! -�



   Carrie -(TM)s Triathlon Part 2

   "Okay guys, let's get going," I looked at Lisa and Becca staring at me.
I don't know what had been in that strange tasting drink that Lisa had
given me but it had sure been something special.

   My whole body suddenly felt vibrant, tingling as if an electric current
was passing through it.  I couldn't bear the thought of wearing cloths.  I
had to be naked.  Completely naked.  And as for my pussy!  The sensation
was indescribable.  My clit felt enormous.  I looked down.  It was
enormous, poking out from between my vaginal lips and every nerve in it so
sensitive that I felt it would explode at the merest touch.

   As you all know I was now peach smooth down there, and those lips were
slightly swollen and glistening with moisture.

   My breasts seemed equally sensitized and my nipples stood out rock hard.
I tried rubbing them to get them to go down, but they were so tender to
touch it had no effect.

   But more than anything I was so turned on, so sexually excited it
overcame all embarrassment at my nudity.  I didn't care who was looking.  I
ached to satisfy myself.  But I didn't dare.  I had a race to win.

   "Hey Carrie," said Becca, "you'd best put your warm-ups on."

   I struggled desperately to get control of myself.

   "I can't swim in those," I said.

   "I know," said Becca, "but you have to wear them for now and just take
them off when we get to the start."

   She was right of course.  Somebody would stop me if I just walked to the
start naked, but if I took my warm-ups off just before the start I stood a
good chance of getting away with it.

   At the thought of stripping naked in front of all those people my knees
went all wobbly again.  I was in a total turmoil: desperate to keep my
cloths off but at the same time both incredibly embarrassed and incredibly
sexually aroused at the thought of being seen buck naked.  I pulled the
warm-ups on.  My sensitive skin made the material feel like rough sack
cloth, and I was so wet down below I was terrified in case a damp patch
appeared between my legs.

   But then I thought of the hospital and the thousand bucks.  I was going
to have to do it.  I had no choice.  I had to do it.

   I strode purposefully up to the start.  There were dozens of track
suited competitors there.  You must realize that this was not an Olympic
triathlon; it was a fun run.  The swim was a swim across the lake and we
were to start with a run of a few hundred feet before splashing into the
water at a lakeside beach.

   When I arrived at the starting point people were already beginning to
strip down to their swimsuits.  Although I wanted to be naked - and if you
have never experienced the sensation I have to tell you that it was a most
extraordinary feeling, my whole body tingled so much that I was desperate
to strip, despite the excruciating embarrassment it would cause me the
effect of the wretched drink I had been given was to make me desperate to
be naked - I still had the willpower to keep my track suit on till the last
minute.  The starter called us to get ready.

   The moment had come.  I was going to strip naked in front of all those
people.  In front of the television cameras.  All my friends would be
watching, would see my naked body.  My nerves nearly failed me at the last
minute.  But a combination of my sexual arousal and the need to win the
race overcame all that.  Taking a deep breath I took my top slowly off. 
There was an almost audible gasp from the onlookers as my bare breasts with
their rock hard nipples came into view.  The place fell silent, almost
expectant, and I knew why.  They were waiting to see what I had under my
track suit bottoms.

   I hooked my fingers in the elasticated waistband, tried not to think of
what was about to come into view, and as slowly and as nonchalantly as I
could - slipped them down, over my bare buttocks, down my thighs, past my
knees, until they lay in a heap at my feet.  I stepped out of them.  I'd
done it.  I was completely nude.  And everybody could see me.

   There was a cool breeze there down by the lakeshore, and the feel of the
wind blowing over my sensitized bare breasts and butt accentuated my
feeling of nakedness.

   I had never been so embarrassed and at the same time so aroused in my
life.  I felt my face burning with humiliation, the flush spreading down my
neck and over my bare bosom.  My skin covered with goose bumps.  My legs
trembling with nerves.  I half crouched, keeping my legs together in a
ridiculous knock-kneed stance as I tried to cover my most embarrassing bits
with my hands.  I just couldn't let people see those.  I couldn't!

   Then the starter fired the starting gun - and the mass of competitors
set off.  I stood rooted to the spot paralyzed by embarrassment, by the
thought of all those eyes looking at my naked body.

   It may seem strange.  I had been left alone by the others who had dashed
off towards the lakeshore.  I should have dashed after them but I was
motionless, overcome by the mixture of embarrassment and sexual excitement.
Every nerve in my naked body seemed super-sensitized - but none more so
than those in my poor swollen clitoris.  I had to keep my legs clamped
together in case it was obvious to the people watching, and I felt that
just one touch would send me into paroxysms of orgasmic ecstasy.

   The urge to do it was overwhelming.  Just one touch and I'd be on the
ground shuddering and moaning.  Two touches and the contractions would
begin.  I'd be climaxing naked in front of thousands, my back arched, my
pelvis contracting, waves of the most intense pleasure imaginable gripping
my whole body.

   "Just put your hand between your legs Carrie.  Just put your hand
between your legs and give a little rub!" the little voice was in my head,
but it was strong for all that.  My hand moved uncontrollably towards the
spot.

   Then I heard Lisa shouting.

   "Run Carrie!  Run!  They're getting away.  Get going!  Get going!"

   I looked at my retreating fellow competitors.  I was alone.  Standing
like a naked statue.  The personification of naked embarrassment.

   Lisa came running over to me, picked up my cloths and did the one thing
that would get me moving.  She raised her hand and swatted my bare butt as
hard as she could.

   "Ow!  Lisa!"

   She swatted it again.  The sound of the slap resounded across the silent
crowd.  It brought me to my senses, and suddenly I was galvanized into
action.

   The others were already in the water, and naked as the day I was born I
dashed after them watched by a stunned crowd of thousands.

   I splashed into the lake a good thirty yards behind the others, but I
was a good swimmer, and the freedom that my nudity gave me was
extraordinary.  I fairly flew through the water.  The lake was fed by
mountain streams, and although the sun was hot, the water was icy.  The
effect of the icy water on my super-sensitive skin was electrifying.  I
tingled all over, but nowhere did I tingle more than between my legs,
whether it was the icy water on my sensitive and swollen clit, or whether
it was that kicking my legs stimulated it even more, but I continually felt
on the verge of an incredible climax.  The energy it gave me was
stupendous. In no time I had caught up with the mass of competitors.  Soon
I would reach the other side and Becca would be there with my warm-ups and
my sneakers for the bike ride. 

   But then an uncontrollable urge came over me.  I suddenly felt that I
couldn't survive without some relief.  My sexual arousal was so strong I
couldn't resist any longer - and there'd be no chance once I was out the
lake.  Of an instant I made up my mind.  Taking a deep breath I dove
beneath the surface.  My hand was between my legs as soon as I was out of
view and I gave my clit the seeing to it had been crying out for.  And My
God!  Had it been crying out for it!  As soon as I touched the sensitive
spot I started to come.

   Oh My God!  It was good.  If you've never come naked under water you've
never lived, and thankfully it came quickly.  I bucked and spasmed and
contracted until I couldn't hold my breath any longer.  The trouble was,
when I broke surface again, I was back thirty yards behind the others.  And
no sooner had I set off again after them than my clit was poking out and
demanding attention again.  Well it would just have to wait.  There was a
race to be won. 

   I swam as hard as I could, but I was still last as I neared land and
waded ashore and there was Lisa waiting.  But where on earth were my
warm-ups!



   Carrie -(TM)s Triathlon Part 3

   "Hey Becca," I said as we drove the SUV round the lake to meet Carrie as
she came out.

   "Yeah, Lisa," she replied, "you'd better step on it a bit if we're to
get round in time."

   "Don't worry, Becs," I said, "it's all in hand, just slip your tee-shirt
and pants off."

   "What!"

   "Slip them off.  Carrie will need them for the next leg."

   "But we're taking her the warm-ups."

   "They're no good Becca.  Too hot.  Too restricting.  I left them
behind."

   "You did what!"

   "I left them behind."

   "Well we'll have to go back."

   "Can't do that.  We haven't got time.  And if Carrie's going to win the
race and get the money she needs your tee-shirt and pants."

   I could see the panic in her face.

   "Can't you lend her yours."

   "No way stupid.  I've got to drive the SUV and be the support.  Come on
Becca.  We have to win this - you know we do."

   "But they'll be too small."

   "Get them off Becca.  We're nearly there."

   "But I'm not wearing bra or panties."

   "Well that's not my fault," though of course it was.  It was me that had
persuaded Becca that it would be much more fun to go commando.  Good old
Becca.  I could get her to anything.

   "Come on Becca, we're nearly there," and of course she took them off. 
She was bound to.  I had put her in a position where it was impossible not
to.  I can always get those girls to do what I want.  And I thought it
would be fun to have them both naked.

   Keeping one hand on the wheel I picked up Becca's discarded outfit and
threw it out the window.

   "Lisa!"

   "Okay!  You'll get them back later."

   "What are you doing?  Those were for Carrie."

   "You didn't think I was going to let Carrie off the hook did you! 
Carrie's going to do the race naked.  All the way."

   "But what about my cloths?"

   "I couldn't have you going all soft and giving them to her could I.  Or
going and borrowing some of something.  Relax - you'll be okay as long as
you stay in the vehicle."

   Becca slumped back in her seat crestfallen and I felt my nipples harden
a little.  It was really amusing getting those girls to do what I wanted,
stripping them naked, making them suffer paroxysms of embarrassment.  It
was so funny.  And Becca looked really sexy squirming down in her seat
there with her hands across her boobs - really sexy!

   And of course she loved it really.  And Carrie loved it really.  The
loved being stripped and embarrassed.  Quite possibly.

   I pulled up the SUV in the parking lot and went over to where the
competitors were by now emerging from the water.  Carrie was last.  What
had she been doing? 

   She splashed out the water tentatively, looking around her anxiously to
see how many people were watching.  Her face was bright red and I could see
the flush of embarrassment spreading over her chest.  She was mortified! 

   My nipples went rock hard.  I had the power to get her to do this. 
Planning the whole thing from the beginning had been fun, and now Carrie
would have to do the whole race naked or forfeit the money for the
hospital. She would be in torments of embarrassment but would have to go
through with it and I had orchestrated the whole thing.  It really was so
funny!

   And of course it was so sexy!  I watched Carrie as she emerged from the
lake, her tanned skin glistening with drops of water, her nipples hard, her
breasts covered with goosebumps, her little bare slit just visible between
her legs.  She was absolutely stunning naked.  I was so glad I had given
all these spectators the chance to see such a stunning view.

   She scampered up the beach vainly trying to cover her slit with her
hand.

   "Where are my things Lisa?" she yelled.

   "Becca forgot them," I said.

   "Becca did what!"

   "She forgot them and there wasn't time to go back."

   "Where is she?"

   "She's hiding in the SUV.  She was too embarrassed to come out," which
was not exactly a lie.

   I saw the look come over Carrie's face as the horrible truth dawned that
she was going to have to continue the race naked.  Still no chance for her
to hide.  Embarrassment heaped on embarrassment!

   "On the bike, Carrie, the others are getting away" I said, giving her
perfect little bottom a pat of encouragement, and of course she got on. 
She had to.

   "Tell Becca I'll get her for this.  I'll get her!"

   I watched her cycle away.  There is no sight quite so nice as a naked
girl cycling away from you.  And when that girl is Carrie.  Wow!  Carrie is
particularly sexy when she's angry.  And embarrassed and angry together. 
Wow!

   I watched the muscles of her bare bottom as they rhythmically and
alternately powered the pedals, tightening and relaxing in turn.  It was a
perfect view.

   ***

   Becca!  How could you!  That's what I was thinking as I pedaled
frantically after the others.

   Oh My God!  I couldn't believe it.  I was pedaling a bike naked with
hundreds of people watching.  At least in the water I'd been hidden, but
now I was right out in the open, and what a view of my bottom I was giving
from the rear.

   I was so embarrassed I felt I would faint, but what could I do!  I just
had to win the race whatever it took.

   I settled back on the saddle for a downhill stretch.

   "Oh, oh, oh!"

   I'd forgotten about the effect of the drink, about my sensitivity
between the legs, that my still swollen clit was still sticking out
unprotected.  As soon as it touched the saddle a shock wave of pleasure
shot through me.  The effect was electrifying.  I felt possessed by
boundless waves of energy.  Pedaling like a demon I was already making my
way through the field towards the front, and every time I felt myself
flagging, I just sat back a bit on the saddle again for a new burst of
energy.  The trouble was that by the time I reached the long downward run
to the finish line my clit was throbbing so much I felt I would climax
again if it got just one more touch.

   And of course when it did touch I couldn't control myself.  The bike
went flying.  I went flying, and the next thing I knew I was lying on the
ground desperately trying to control myself

   ***

   I watched helplessly from the SUV as Carrie appeared at the top of the
hill pedaling furiously down.  She was in the lead now and I was trapped
naked unable to help.

   Lisa had duped me into giving her all my cloths and had then thrown them
away.  How could I have been so stupid?  Now Lisa had gone off and buck
naked as I was I couldn't help Carrie.

   Then Carrie sat down to coast the last few yards in to the finish line,
but something dreadful happened.  Suddenly she lost control of the bike. 
The bike continued going and Carrie landed on the ground on her bare
bottom. 

   I leapt out the SUV and ran as fast as I could over to her.

   "Carrie!  Carrie!" I yelled, "Are you all right?"

   She looked up at me, her face flushed and contorted.

   "Oh Carrie," I sobbed, "What -(TM)s the matter?"

   "Becca!" she gasped, "Keep those ambulance people away.  I'm about
to.... Oh, oh, oooooh!"

   Oh My God!  I could see her start to spasm.  The wretched drink!  She
was going to orgasm with everybody watching.

   I looked up at the ambulance men, hanging back in a slightly diffident
way.

   "It's all right," I shouted, "she's just winded.  She's er...  She's
erm....  Taking a few deep breaths."

   I hoped that what Carrie was doing looked like taking a few deep breaths
from a distance.  The other cyclists had pounded past and Carrie was last
again.  I pulled her to her feet.

   "Come on Carrie!" I shouted to her, "No time for that, the others have
passed you," I dragged her to her feet.

   "Becca!" She stared at me before chasing after the others, "what are you
doing!  You've got nothing on! -�

   It was only then as I looked round at all the staring faces and at the
nervous looking ambulance man that I realized that I was standing there in
the nude.  Completely in the nude.

   I shrieked, put one hand to cover my modest little titties, one hand to
cover my equally modest little pussy and allowed myself to be led away by
one of the race stewards.

   Oh no!  There was no-one to help poor Carrie now! 



   Carrie -(TM)s Triathlon Part 4

   I looked back over my shoulder as I ran after the others.  Poor Becca!
She was standing stark naked in the middle of the track rooted to the spot
slightly crouching, knees together with one arm across her chest and the
other trying to hide her predicament.  Poor Becca indeed!  She looked
mortified.

   It was only then that I realized my own predicament.  Swimming - well
nobody had really seen me then - and even on the bike there hadn't been
that many spectators, but now, thanks to Becca, I had to do the last leg
still completely nude.

   The last leg!  That's where all the spectators were - gathered round the
finish line, waiting to cheer the runners home.  If I was going to win the
money I was going to have to run the gauntlet of thousands of spectators
stark naked.  They'd all be there - all my friends, my neighbors, the guys
from college, Mr.  Kopolski from the store.  They'd all sponsored me.  They
-(TM)d all come to see me in the race and now they were all going to see me
in the nude!  Completely in the nude!  Not even a pair of shoes.  Never
mind Becca's predicament - I had nothing to hide my...  well let's say my
embarrassment.  I couldn't do it.  I just couldn't!  And then I remembered
that all these people were relying on me.  Perhaps if I could keep my hands
between my legs while running?

   I put my hand down to it.  Oh...  Oh...  Oh...  That wretched drink Lisa
had given me!  My clit was still engorged, still sticking out there at
maximum sensitivity.  As my hand touched it my whole body suddenly felt on
fire again, my skin tingled as if gently whipped by a thousand birch twigs,
and my legs felt as if they were possessed of incredible power.  Yes!  I
was going to get there first!  I pounded after the others.  Becca could be
dealt with later; I had a race to win!

   ****

   I was still chatting up the guy from the local television company when
we noticed the commotion coming from the end of the cycling stage.

   Oh no!  I should have been there to make sure Carrie set off on the last
stage naked.  What if Becca had got some cloths and gone to help her!

   I rushed out to be greeted by an extraordinary sight.  Becca had gone to
help her, but she certainly hadn't managed to get any cloths.  She was
standing there immobile and completely starkers in the middle of the track,
and to judge from the laughter the crowd hadn't seen anything so funny for
years.  It was the look on her face that did it - eyes wide open, mouth
wide open, cheeks as red and shiny as a ripe tomato - a very ripe tomato!

   I couldn't help laughing myself, it was so funny, and the funniest thing
was she just stood there totally humiliated and too embarrassed to move. 
It was a shame really when they led her away, otherwise she'd have still
been there to this day.

   Still, it had been an unexpected bonus among my plans for the day.  I
did so love stripping Becca.  She was so shy it must have been a torment
for her - and that was really, really funny.

   Still, I now had a decision to make: go and rescue Becca or watch
Carrie's final humiliation as she ran through the crowds to the finish
line. No brainer really.  The lovely Carrie - made to run naked past all
those people.  It was too funny to miss.

   ****

   I sat there with two security guards looking at me shaking their heads.
They might at least have given me a blanket to wear.  I looked down at my
naked body.  Even with my legs clamped together and my hands over my
naughty bits I understood why they hadn't.  They were enjoying the view.

   The big guy in the big hat was the first to speak, "College gals," he
said, in that sort of slow Texas drawl, "I ain't knowin' nothin' now. 
Didn't act like this in my young day.  Streakin' d'they call it.  Still I
s'pose it's more interestin' than watchin folks runnin' round for nothin'.
What's yer name young Missy?"

   "Becca," I replied.  He looked me up and down again.

   "Well, you look here young Becca," he said, "you go get yourself away,
and don't go troublin' decent folks with that there streakin' no more."

   I looked at them in amazement.  They were going to let me go!

   "Thank you.  Thank you," I said.

   "Well get goin' then."

   "But...," I hesitated.

   "What?"

   "I've got nothing on."

   "That, young Missy is your doin' not ours."

   "But couldn't you lend me a blanket or something."

   "Look here Missy.  You think we're made of dough.  You come here buck
naked.  You leave buck naked.  Now get goin' before I march you down the
sheriff's office.  They got some nice cells there."

   I fled.  Buck naked in the cells!  I was glad to get away.  I ran back
to the SUV as fast as I could.

   ****

   Fired up by pressing on my personal energy button - and my did that fire
me up - I was catching up on the others.  My worst fears were being
realized.  A few people had noticed me start the race naked.  A few more
had seen me naked on the bike - but traveling fast they perhaps had thought
I was wearing a pink outfit.  But now!  It was so different.  Crowds lined
the running route and from the whoops and the hollers they had noticed.  Oh
yes!  They had noticed all right.  The whooping and hollering grew, and as
they grew my legs started to tremble.  I was naked and everybody could see
me!

   Lisa!  Where were you?  If I had seen her then I would have quit on the
spot.  Why had I done this?  Why?  Why?  Why?  I had thought I would only
have to do the swim naked but Becca hadn't brought my cloths.  I was sure
she had forgotten them on purpose.  Wait till I catch you Miss Becca, I
thought, just you wait!

   I was nearly caught up with the others now.  Only a quarter of a mile to
go and one spurt and I'd be past.  I needed to press the spot.  That
special spot between my legs that was giving me energy.  What were all
those people watching going to think!  Oh what the heck - what were they
thinking anyway!  I pressed the spot.  It was as big and as sensitive as
ever so I gave it a really good tweak!  Yes!  The tingling power shot
through me and I surged forwards. 

   One by one the runners in front of me looked round to see what the
whooping and hollering was about, and their mouths dropped open.  Of
course! I'd been last almost all the race.  The other competitors hadn't
seen me till then.

   "Oh My God!  She's naked!" I could hear the words pass among them as
first a few, then a lot and finally all looked round to stare at me.

   I had to blot it all out.  Just concentrate on running.  On passing
them. I ran as I'd never run before.  I streaked through the field.  I
could see the finishing tape ahead.  I could hear the yells of the crowd.

   The tape was just ahead.  I was going to breast the tape.  Oh my God!  I
was going to breast the tape in more ways than one.

   I was going to win!  I was going to win!  Then it happened...

   ****

   I still had nothing on, but I couldn't just wait in the SUV.  I sneaked
round the back of some tents where I could peer out at Carrie's finish.

   And there she came pounding through the field, helped probably by the
total astonishment of the other competitors as they saw that one of the
runners was stark naked.

   Then she was in the lead, when her leg seemed to collapse under her. 
She went rolling over and over on the grass.  Perhaps she'd pulled a
hamstring.  And that's where I did a silly thing.  I went running over to
help her.

   She was holding her leg and rubbing it furiously.

   "Carrie!  Carrie!" I shrieked, "What's the matter."

   "It's my leg.  I've got cramp in my leg!"

   I grabbed hold of the leg and started massaging.  Then something very
strange happened.  I was rolling over and over in the mud, and Carrie was
on top of me!

   ****

   Perhaps I'd been pressing the button too much, perhaps it was the
exhaustion, perhaps it was the wretched energy drink, perhaps it was the
crowds whooping and hollering.  Whatever it was, as soon as I saw Becca
there the red mist descended.

   It had been Becca who had made me drink the energy drink, Becca who had
left my cloths behind and now Becca had come prancing around in the nude
pretending to help me.  I jumped on top of her.  Not very successfully.  It
had been my intention to push her face in the muddy ground (it had rained
heavily overnight) but my leg gave way and we went rolling over and over in
the mud!

   ****

   I had been so busy speaking to the race officials and the television
people making sure that they didn't pull Carrie out the race and gave it
full coverage that I nearly missed the end.  It was the noise of the crowd
that told me that Carrie must have appeared.  There's nothing like the roar
of a crowd when they spot a naked girl.

   I ran towards the final straight.  The buzz was already going round the
crowd.  Two girls were wrestling naked in the mud.  Oh My God!  What was
going on?  I ran faster.  A crowd had gathered at the finish.  And there
they were, naked as the day they were born, covered in mud, arms wrapped
round each other and rolling over and over - Carrie and Becca wrestling!

   I looked round.  The television cameras just had to be.  Getting this!
Once I'd made sure they were, and they'd had a few minutes to get good
pictures I thought I'd better separate them.

   ****

   "Carrie!  Carrie!" I gasped, "What are you doing."

   "You stole my clothes!" She gasped, "It was all your doing."

   "It wasn't.  It wasn't!" I gasped back, "It was Lisa.  It was all her
doing."

   Perhaps that wasn't the best time for Lisa to come and try and help us.

   *****

   At least I'd won the race.  Even if I hadn't breasted the tape I still
rolled over the line first.

   And I could mount the podium smartly dressed.  Lisa had good taste in
cloths even if she hadn't lent them to me voluntarily.

   Becca and I had enjoyed pulling them off her and rolling her naked in
the mud.

   It had been so funny.
   And I bet she enjoyed it.  Probably.