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 �>�The Track Bet by jastes22

    -�You -(TM)re never gonna catch me, Denise! -� Taylor shouted,
laughing. She ran incredibly fast down the stretch of rubber track that
wrapped around the football field.

    -�Oh, yeah? -� I grunted and kicked into high gear.  My legs flew
underneath me.  I was closing the distance!  I stretched my arm, planning
on tagging Taylor and running the other way.

   I grabbed her shoulder and skidded on my feet to turn.  However, the
sudden change in momentum threw me off-balance, and I took Taylor with me.
We both fell on the floor.  Taylor, not expecting the sudden lurch, flew on
top of me, nearly face-first into my breasts.

   I pushed her off of me.  We looked at each other for a moment, and then
just burst out laughing.  We just laughed and laughed on the ground until
our stomachs hurt.

    -�Alright, girls, -� the track coach said.   -�Time to go.  The soccer
team needs the field for their own practice.  Good work, everyone.  I
-(TM)ll see you all on Wednesday. -�

   I sighed.  I was a popular girl, being on the track team, but all my
best friends were on the team, and it was always sad leaving them for a
couple of days at a time since I didn -(TM)t see them much in school.

    -�Hey, Dee! -� Taylor whispered to me.   -�Some of us are going to
stick around to watch the boys practice.  Want to join? -�

   I grinned, following her to the stands.

    -�You ready for the track meet in two weeks? -� Taylor asked as we
started to walk.

    -�Girl, I was born ready! -� I said.

    -�You -(TM)re not nervous?  If we win, we -(TM)re in the state
championship. -�

    -�No, I -(TM)m not nervous.  I caught your sorry butt today, didn
-(TM)t I?  If anyone should be nervous it should be you!  You so slow my
grandma could outrun you. -�

   Taylor -(TM)s mouth hung open in mock offense.   -�You did not just say
that. -�

   I folded my arms.   -�Yeah, I did, girl.  Whatcha gonna do about it? -�

    -�I want to make a bet, -� she said.

    -�Name it. -�

    -�We race each other around the track.  2 laps.  Winner gets to strip
the loser naked, and then she has to run around 4 times naked. -�

   Wow.  That was quite the bet.  She and I both knew that I was the faster
runner, but she did better in long distances, so maybe she was banking on
that.

    -�As fun as it would be to watch your sorry butt run around the track
naked, I don -(TM)t know if it -(TM)s a good idea... -�

    -�What, you scared you -(TM)re gonna lose? -�

   I narrowed my eyes.  She and I both knew how incredibly competitive I
was.   -�No, I -(TM)m not scared.  I just don -(TM)t think it -(TM)s a good
idea.  Someone could see us, and we -(TM)re on school property.  We could
get kicked off the team. -�

    -�Oh, come on.  It -(TM)s late.  There -(TM)s nobody here. -�

   Some of the other girls overheard us talking about the bet and were
joining in.

    -�You can take her, Dee! -�

    -�It -(TM)ll be fun! -�

   I sighed.  I was the team captain, and it would be kind of fun.  I
thought it would boost motivation for the upcoming race.  Besides, I wouldn
-(TM)t lose.  Then, I could either force Taylor to eat her words or extend
forgiveness.  Nothing would happen.  No one would get naked, no one got in
trouble, but morale would go up.

    -�Alright, fine.  You're on. -�

   The girls cheered as they escorted the two of us to the front of the
track.

    -�Aaandd...go! -�

   We both shot off from our starting position.  I got a good lead, and by
the time I finished my first lap, I was a good quarter-lap ahead of Taylor.
I was so going to win!

   And then my leg started to cramp.  Crap!  I had ran too fast too much.
Coach had warned us about this, but in the adrenaline of the bet, I hadn
-(TM)t been thinking.

   I was fine, though.  I was running slower, but I just had to complete
the second lap before Taylor caught up with me.

   But it was going to be tight.  I glanced behind me.  Taylor was gaining
on me, and at a much faster pace than I was comfortable with.

   Come on, Denise, I told myself.  You can do this!

   I rounded the final corner onto the last stretch.  The other girls in
the team were all shouting, going crazy with how close the race was.  I
turned my head to see where Taylor was.

   Holy crap!  She was right behind me!  Suddenly, my right leg hit the
rubber at an awkward angle, and I stumbled to the ground.  I heard the
girls cheer as Taylor finished the race.

   Freaking crap.

   I stood up and walked to the finish line where Taylor waited for me with
a huge grin on her face.   -�Alright, Dee.  Time to get naked! -�

   I blushed.  Crap.  I had really thought I wouldn -(TM)t be in this
situation.   -�Oh, come on.  4 laps is like 10 minutes completely naked. 
You -(TM)re not really going to make me do that, are you?  I thought you
were joking. -�

    -�Look who -(TM)s not so cocky now, girls! -� Taylor said.   -�I was
being completely serious.  But...tell you what.  I -(TM)ll only take off
one piece of clothing each lap if I get to decide something you have to do
during that lap. -�

    -�Umm...okay, -� I said.  It was better than nothing.

    -�Alright, -� Taylor said.   -�4 laps.  That -(TM)s your shirt, shorts,
bra, and undies. -�

    -�What about my shoes? -�

    -�Oh, you -(TM)ll keep those on. -�

   I blushed.  There was something about wearing shoes completely naked
that made me feel even more naked.  With your head on top and your shoes on
the bottom, it naturally draws people -(TM)s eyes to the center where all
the private bits were.  I did it once when I had the whole house to myself,
but I couldn -(TM)t do it for more than an hour before chickening out.
   "Hmm...what should we have you do first? -�