It Started at Camp
 

Hi everyone!

Well I had promised something new and here it is!

This time around, I decided to do some collaborative writing with a user that interacted lots on my last story: SeeNaked.

We will be writing the story with posts about a week apart. For the first few posts, we only ask of you that you read and give feedback (though if you want to rate the story, that would be awesome *big grin*). We were thinking of granting you a more participative role in the story at one point, however and, following the format used on Kristy's new school, have you vote for the direction you want the story to continue in.

We really hope you will enjoy your read!

Shy & SeeNaked

It Started at Camp - First Post
 

Crystal Highlands Camp, a vast, 500 acre expanse of beautiful forest and meadow, set in the rolling hills outside of Redmond, could certainly be called the center of summer activities for the majority of the state. It opened in late May, rain or shine, after nearly six months of preparation by the staff members that both lived and worked on site, and closed the last day of August.

Schools for miles in every direction signed up kids by the dozens to go there during specialty camps that catered to a variety of interests from Horse Camps to Archery and Science. Whole areas of the camp were dedicated to these special groups, while other portions were simply dedicated for families to come at any time and spend the day or rent a cabin for a week and swim, hike or canoe.

August is always their busiest time, besides the very first week of June, when all the Kids are off school. It was quite by chance, then, with a busy as that last time was, that a school group opening appeared for the Female of Redmond High, who had been unable to go at their normal time because of a spell of bad storms which had flooded out their cabins. If they wished to go, they would have to share a campsite with the Male group of students from Redmond, since space was limited, but they were assured that there would be proper privacy.

Great start! Thank you shy for beggining a new great story. :)

Long time waiting and hoping for a new story from you shy

i agree i cant wait to read some more

Yay, feedback already and it has barely just started. I sure hope that the story will live up to your expectations. Though with SeeNaked helping me through, I'm quite certain you guys'll be in for a good read.

Now I know that I said that the posts would be a week apart, but seeing as a few parts are already complete, I thought I'd start off by spoiling you guys and posting the next part right away. Please remember that we are still in the introduction for a few posts; but do not worry, our characters will go through quite a few interesting events, in due time.

It Started at Camp - Second Post
 

Zoe had not been thrilled when she'd learned that she would be attending camp during the summer. When she had heard that the section reserved for the girls of her school had been flooded and closed, Zoe had seen a world of opportunities. With her parents gone on a trip to Europe for the better part of August, the girl would have had the house to herself. But that was not going to happen now.

With a sigh, Zoe grabbed her long flowing hair and secured it with the hair elastic she always kept around her wrist. She opened the empty suitcase on her bed and proceeded to unceremoniously stuff the clothing she'd be wearing during her stay at camp. As she finally got through the checklist of suggested items, Zoe flung herself on her bed. A thought occurred as she tilted her head towards her bed-side table. Turning to her side, Zoe let her lightly freckled arm hang over the bed and open the bottom drawer. She quickly removed the neatly folded towel that was clearly visible in the open drawer and unfolded it to reveal a plain black plastic box. 'Perhaps the stay at camp won't be so bad after all', she thought as she expertly refolded the now empty towel before putting it back in its place and closing the drawer. 'Sweetie, are you ready to go?' the girl heard her father call out. 'Just about' she answered before placing the mysterious box in her suitcase and closing it up.

Thanks guys for the feedback already! I have to say that I'm just as excited as you...after all, I'm working with Shy! :D

This promises to be an amazing ride!

It Started at Camp - Third Post
 

Luke would have rather been doing almost anything than going to camp through the last month of summer vacation. Well, no, he had to take that back, he would rather go to camp than spend the summer on his Grandparents farm. He made a face as he lifted his suitcase and flopped it down on the bed. He took hold of the pair of zippers and pulled them apart and down, opening the case and checking to ensure he had everything. His clothes were folded, packed by his mother, and were tucked together along with a few extras that he had put in, such as his camera and netbook.

Sure that he had everything, he closed the case again, and lifted it from the bed. His hair, blond and a bit shaggy, shifted as he did so, and he lifted a tan hand to brush it back. His phone was quickly slipped from his bedside table into his pocket, and he left the room. His mother would be taking him to the camp, then heading to meet his father at the airport, they were flying to see his grandparents across the country, and probably wouldn't be back before he got back. As he descended the stairs, he decided that if he were going to have to spend the rest of the summer at camp, he would make the best of it, and the best part would be all the girls. Maybe he could figure out a way to have fun while he was there...after all, a boy with a camera and a mind like his own could surely come up with something.

Mmmm... I smell trouble and daring adventure. :) Can't wait.

this is the first of i have seen of 2 people writing the same story at the same time i cant wait do you both send each other what your going to write before you post it

Love it so far. Cant wait what happens next.

We actually work on GDocs so we can both see what the other person wrote. So far, we've written a couple of parts in advance of those that we have posted, that way, it allows us to adjust if need be before posting here. We also discuss the general direction we want the story to go in but the details remain our concern so even if we both know approximately what the other's going to write, we always have surprises when we actually get to reading the other part. I must say, I am really taking a liking to working this way as it combines two things that I love: writing and reading.

Very interesting concept. I hope to soon read the following parts. :)

Another great chapter!

Looks very interesting. Can't wait for more.

It Started at Camp - Fourth Post
 

Zoe hadn’t spoken a word since she had gotten into the car with her parents, not that she needed to; she had brought her IPod along for the near-hour trip. The car pulled up to the grounds and Zoe let out a sigh before exiting and retrieving her suitcase from the trunk.

As she came up to the section reserved for the students of her school, Zoe saw at once how the camp officials had managed to find room for the girls; besides the fact that there were now a few tents scattered around the area, Zoe noticed that they had doubled up on the bunks in a few of the cabins. They would be living in cramped quarters. ‘Yay’, she thought sarcastically as she stepped forward towards one of the wooden buildings reserved for the girls.

Choosing a top bunk to allow her more privacy, Zoe started unpacking the few possessions she had brought with her. She stopped as her hands made contact with the box she had brought, feeling observed. When she lifted her head, she saw him; that boy from school. He was standing a few paces away from the doorway and was looking at her. They locked their gazes for a moment. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, Zoe dropped hers quickly and finished unpacking.

first let me say you both are so smart for thinking this
second let me say great new chapter im subscribing to this thread after i post this

Great story so far look forward to hearing more :)

great story! can't wait to hear more! very creative to have 2 writers!!! i want towrite a story, any tips/tricks??? ;)

It Started at camp - Fifth Post
 

By the time Luke reached the camp, most of the other students from his class were already there. The girls had ended up with an extra bunk house that the boys didn’t have, which meant he was assigned a tent with another boy. Only the first boys that had got there were given cots in the bunkhouse. Normally he might have been disgusted and complained, but already his mind was at work on how he could turn everything into having fun while he was at the camp. Having a tent meant that the boys got to pitch them wherever they wanted, as long as they weren’t ‘invading’ the girl’s private area.

What exactly the definition of ‘invading’ was, was another matter entirely. He found his tent-mate standing by the deconstructed pile of supplies for the tent, and immediately struck up a conversation. The two boys had seen each other about at school, and while they hadn’t talked much before, they fell in together quite nicely. The other boy’s name was David, and in contrast to Luke’s shock of blond hair, his was pitch black. It was a few minutes later that they started deciding where to set the tent up at. The other boys had erected their tents in various places around one side of the center of their camping area.

There was a large fire pit in the middle of an open grassy field. On either side of the field, back far enough to give some small amount of privacy, and under the overhang of some large trees, Were the bunkhouses. In front of the wooden structures, and around them, were where the tents were pitched. Luke had been considering the layout for a moment, and saw also that the bathroom facilities were actually a but farther away, and off to the side. There was one bathroom for each set of bunkhouses. “What say we put our tent up over a little further to the side here...” He suggested, pointing to a spot just a short distance away. David glanced in that direction, and shrugged, “Looks good...any reason in particular?” He bent to lift some of the jumble of pieces for the tent. Luke nodded and gestured over toward the girl’s side of the camp, “Let’s just say a better view.”

David chuckled at that, nodding, and the two of them set to work. Both had erected tents before, and it didn’t take them long before it was set up with their sleeping bags rolled out and suitcases tucked away, “I’m going to take a stroll.” Luke said, while David went about finishing up his side of the tent.

Luke meandered around for several minutes, walking around the boy’s side of the camp, listening to the conversation, laughing at jokes and generally joining the fun. He was an easy kid to get along with, or so most people told him. He seemed to be able to insert himself into most conversations. What most didn’t know was that Luke had a very definite mischievous streak, and that if something served his purposes, he would use others to get what he wanted. At last he drifted across the camp site, allegedly at first to help a girl with her tent, which she was having trouble with. He then just started browsing around and admiring the ‘sights’. He was surreptitiously glancing inside the bunkhouses when he came eye to eye with one of the girls from his class. She was pretty, quite gorgeous he thought, and seemed to be rather...nervous? He smiled at her, and she turned away to quickly finish what she was doing. He chuckled and turned around, thinking ‘she’ll bear some watching...’

Great new chapter! keep going want to read more :)

Thank you Shy for letting me know that you had started another story. I need to remember to check the initiator of the thread before just passing over a story. And the collaboration idea is a wonderful one. From what I've seen two heads are indeed better than one. Both of you keep up the great work.

Well, I was originally planning on getting this in tomorrow, but I am in a VERY good mood today so I figured I'd give you guys a treat and post it early. With this post, we are almost out of the introduction. You can expect very interesting things to start happening in my next one ;).

Thanks for the feedback so far; it really is something that is precious to writers. I hope you enjoy!

Shy

It Started at Camp - Sixth Post
 

After having finished unpacking her things, Zoe decided to walk around the camp grounds a bit. As far as she could tell by the tents that had popped up everywhere and the amount of teenagers walking around or setting up, most everyone seemed to have arrived. As she walked about, Zoe smiled and exchanged silent greetings with the people who crossed her path. She found an elevated area and sat down on the patch of grass, leaning against a mature tree.

Zoe let out a sigh as she saw the teens from her class chatting about in little groups around the section that was reserved for their school. This is why she didn’t want to go to camp in the first place; though she wasn’t known for being unfriendly, she had always been very reserved and much preferred observing and listening to starting up conversations. She was fascinated and somewhat jealous at the ease with which some of her classmates could communicate with such ease.

Absorbed as she was in her observation of the micro-society that was before her, Zoe jumped when she heard the ring of the supper bell. She got up and made her way to the cafeteria, choosing to sit at the very edge of one of the tables reserved for the students of her school. She listened distractedly to the conversations that were buzzing around her as she ate her tasteless cafeteria food smirking slightly as she heard that the girls at her table were planning a prank on the boys during the night. As far as she could tell, this had become something of a tradition for the students of her class as the boys and girls competed to see who would pull off the best prank.

Thinking that it would be very amusing to observe everything that would happen during the evening, Zoe was quite taken aback when she heard her name come up in the conversation. She looked around and found a few pairs of eyes on her. “You’ll help us right, Zoe?”, Camille, one of the girls she secretly admired, asked. “You know, as we find and hide their underwear”.

Thanks a ton Em for coming by to read what we've written. Glad you like what you have read so far and we look forward to all of the tips, suggestions, ideas and other feedback that you guys will be giving us.

As Shy said, feedback keeps us going...it's like food or energy drinks :P...

Also thanks to everyone else who has posted feedback, keep reading!! :D

this is great :D xx keep it up!

Cant wait for more to happen

It Started At Camp - Seventh Post
 

After Luke returned from his ‘scouting’ mission on the girls’ side of the camp, he headed back to his shared tent and made sure that everything of his was in it’s proper place. The tent was really rather large, it was one of the newer ‘pop up’ models with the sleeping area in the middle, and then a small zipped area to the back, opposite the entrance, where luggage and other items could be put. It was technically meant to sleep three, but since they were the last two boys to arrive, and there were no others that needed a place, they had lucked out.

He put his suitcase at the back of the tent, inside the zippered area next to David’s, then opened it to rummage around and find his camera buried among the clothing. He pulled the device out and made sure that it was alright, which it was. The High resolution Camera had been a gift the previous Christmas, from his Uncle who was a photographer. Luke had always expressed fascination in the field of Photography, and so had been overjoyed to receive it. David had evidently gone to speak with some friends, he wasn’t there, so Luke settled down on his sleeping bag for a moment and turned on the camera, checking it’s viewfinder and lens. It had High-Def night modes and other automatic settings, but His uncle had taught him how to adjust the settings himself for the perfect shots in any light level. He had already created presets for Night and Day, so that he wouldn’t have to do more than minor adjusting.

He had just finished messing with the device, and tucked it to the side of his pillow, when the dinner bell rang out. His stomach rumbled a bit, and so he climbed out of the tent, and moved slowly through the crowd as all the kids in the area made their way to the cafeteria. He found his way to the table where David was seated, and plopped himself down next to his tent-mate. There wasn’t much to be said for the food, except that it was filling. He ate his share and then leaned on his elbows and listened. He was very good at listening. The boys around him were discussing everything that you would expect to hear, from video games, to movies, sports, and girls...especially the girls in the class that they were sharing the camping sight with. A few boys swore they were going to get laid while they were there, and Luke kept an eye on those, memorizing their faces and names...why he wasn’t sure, but it would come in handy if he ever needed anyone that would gladly help him in some fun.

As always, there was also the subject of pranks and jokes played between the boys and girls. There was always rivalry between the two gender groups, and it often led to embarrassing, humiliating or down right mean pranks being played. No one ever got hurt though. Several of the boys in the group had been there the year before, and there seemed to be some an unspoken rule that went around, that each year one of the groups started off with a prank the first night. The boys had done it last year, so it was the girl’s turn. At that point it turned to speculation on the part of the boys as to who would be hit and what would happen.

Dinner was over by this time, and everyone was simply socializing. The councilors came out and introduced themselves to their respective groups, told them how the schedules were organized. Some students had signed up for particular camp activities, others were simply there to do something more than lay around at home. Luke would have preferred to stay home, but his parents had wanted him to go, so here he was. That meant that he could pick and choose which activities he wanted to do, which was fine by him...he could do what he wanted. After that, they were dismissed, and everyone filed outside. There was no real curfew time, though it was ‘strongly suggested’ that the students be in their tents or bunkhouses by 9.

A couple of adults had built a large pile of wood up in the clearing, and lit it as the night began to settle in. The flickering flames sent shadows racing across the ground and painted them on the sides of the tents and the bunkhouses as the teens milled about. David and Luke returned to their tent, talking in low tones, “I don’t intend to get victimized this year.” David said with a chuckle, “Last year some chick stole every pair of my jeans and I was stuck wearing shorts the whole time.”

That sent Luke chuckling. A nearby boy that they passed scoffed, “That’s nothing. There was one year I heard about the girls taking a guy’s whole suitcase while he was in the showers. He only had the boxers that he had taken with him when he got out. The suitcase was never found.” He shook his head.

Luke patted David on the shoulder, “So we don’t have to get victimized...at least not without causing some havoc in return.” The boys ducked inside the tent, and David raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean?” Luke opened his suitcase and pulled out a few pairs of clothing, then unzipped his sleeping bag and tucked the clothes inside so that it would look like he was in there. “I brought a camera...maybe I can catch someone doing something and make sure that we don’t feel the effects of the pranks this year....” David brightened, “Hey cool idea...” he turned and began rummaging about in his own bag, then pulled out an ipod, “This has a recorder in it... let’s record the sounds of you sleeping, that will make the ruse extra effective.” Luke was all for that, and a short while later they had a very convincing setup. In the falling light, it looked just like he was sleeping, and sounded like it too. “Great...I’m taking the camera and I’m going to go out and sit in the trees and watch....you just pretend I’m in here and go to bed when everyone else does.”

David agreed, and Luke peeked out the tent flap. When he was sure no one noticed, he got out with his camera and zipped it back up. He made for their bathroom then, as if he was going to go, but instead slipped around the back and into the trees. He settled down against a tree, and waited.

It Started at Camp - Eighth Post
 

Zoe was feeling fidgety. She kept playing with her hair, putting it up into a ponytail before taking the elastic out and putting it back in again. She couldn’t believe that she had agreed to be a part of the prank. However, she had made up her mind under pressure; when the camp councillor had come in the hall after supper, Zoe had hoped that she could weasel her way out of making up her mind, but Camille and the other girls had pressed on while the man was talking. Zoe had tried to say no, but to no avail; Camille just wouldn’t let it go. To make matters worse, the councillor had noticed the discussion that was going on near him and, pausing mid-sentence, had turned towards the chatty teenage girls with a reproaching glance. Not wanting to attract too much attention to herself on the first day, Zoe had finally caved in and muttered a curt ‘fine’ before turning her attention back to the speaker.

The rest of the evening went by quickly. Zoe had sat by the fire, absentmindedly hearing bits of conversations, letting the odor of the burning wood soak into her clothing. When the flames had started to die out, and students had started to walk away from the pit and towards their tents or bunkhouses, Zoe had followed suit.

Now, as she was sitting in her bunk, Zoe was wondering whether she should just back out or not. Deciding she should at least stop playing with her hair, the toned brunette put the elastic back into her hair and tried to find a better way to occupy her hands. Her brain almost immediately sent her an image: two inch-wide spherical objects. ‘Not exactly what they’re meant for, but what the heck’, she mused. Retrieving the black box she kept hidden, Zoe searched for and grabbed the two matching hollow metal balls. She put the box away and, placing the two spheres in her left hand, started to rotate them around with her hand.

It wasn’t long until Zoe saw someone enter the bunkhouse. “It’s time” the girl said simply before exiting. As a few girls left their beds and left, Zoe quickly pocketed the balls and, on a bout of inspiration, removed the small LED flashlight she kept with her keys before leaving to pull the first prank of her life. She was looking around, wondering where she should go when she saw the small tent that was planted in an almost isolated section. ‘I’ll do this one’ Zoe thought. ‘They look like they tried to hide their tent so they’ll probably think that they’re safe’.

Zoe tried to walk as silently as possible towards the tent and a smile drew across her face when she was only a few paces away. ‘They’re snoring’, she remarked, a smirk forming across her face. Keeping the small flashlight between her teeth, Zoe worked on unzipping the entrance to the tent as quietly as possible. Once she had enough space to crawl through, she entered. Zoe quickly spotted the two sleeping bags in what was the largest part of the tent. Both bags were obviously occupied; she could see the head of one of the two boys and hear the light snoring coming from the second. Remaining on all fours, Zoe surveyed the tent, finding that ahead of her lay another small area. ‘That is where they must have put their suitcases’, she thought, noticing that they weren’t in the main area of the dome. As quietly as possible, Zoe crawled towards the area she had spotted and stopped when she saw the suitcases. ‘Piece of cake’, she thought as she retrieved the very visible underwear from within each suitcase hugging it tightly in her arms as she made her way back out.

Despite having gone through the hardest part of the task without a hitch, Zoe’s heart was beating at a rapid pace when she finally extracted herself from the tent and closed it back up. She quickly made her way towards a dense patch of trees behind the tent, one of the areas chosen by the girls to hide their “loot”, never noticing the shadow wrapped around one of the larger trees she passed or the little red light accompanying it. She knew she was in a good spot when the light cast by the moon diminished considerably. Placing her artificial light source between her teeth again, Zoe looked around and hid the clothing in a rather large bush. Her heart was beating so loudly that she was totally unaware of what was going on around her; all she could think about was getting back in bed. It seemed, however, that fate had something else planned for her that night. As she turned around to make her way back to her bunk, her heart seemed to stop in its tracks as she came face to face with a familiar face. “Hello Zoe”, the person said. It was Luke.

It Started at Camp - Ninth Post
 

Luke had waited patiently for about an hour as the rest of the light dimmed in the western sky and the camp was plunged into moonlight. The moon was actually rather bright, there weren’t many clouds, and he smiled, for that would aid him with two parts of his plan. First, he would be more easily able to see what was going on in the camp site, secondly, he would be all the more hidden in the darkness behind the tree he had chosen as his hiding spot.

Nothing had happened for some time and he wondered if perhaps the girls had decided not to prank the boys this year. That seemed unlikely, but he was still considering that fact, and in turn, considering what they could do instead that would yield them an equal opportunity for fun, when he noticed movement. From across the camp he could just make out the shapes of a few girls leaving the bunk houses or tents and striking out for the boy’s side. Bringing up the camera, he peered through the viewfinder and watched as the girls picked their rival’s dwellings at random. He shook his head and chuckled, wondering which he would end up picking.

That’s when he heard a small noise near their own tent and brought his attention back to the immediate area. One girl was creeping toward their tent, and he couldn’t help but grin when he saw who. It was Zoe, the girl from his class...oh this was an interesting development. She was usually quiet, he thought...perhaps she had a hidden side to her. Either way, he made up his mind that she was going to be the perfect target for this. His camera came up and snapped a picture of her as she unzipped the front flap of the tent.

He waited, patiently, eyes riveted on the entrance, until perhaps two or three minutes later, she emerged and headed straight for him. He realized that this area, the very spot he was hiding in, could have been chosen as a hiding spot for whatever the girls had stolen. After all, they couldn’t take the ‘loot’ back to their own tents or bunks in case the councilors searched those. He took one more picture of the girl, whom he realized was carrying their underwear in her arms, and then ducked behind the tree to wait.

She passed within a few feet of him and immediately headed for a clump of bushes well into the darkness. Using his camera, he was able to watch her every movement, as she hid them, then stood and turned. He had stepped out from behind the tree at this point and was blocking her path, making her stop in her tracks. Precluding any comment from her, he said, “Hello Zoe.”

Not surprisingly, she seemed speechless for the moment, so he continued, “Golly Gee...I wonder just what a nice girl like you is doing out here at night, sneaking around and hiding things under bushes.” he shook his head, “Seems mighty suspicious to me, Bet the Councilors would like to know who stole the boy’s underwear tomorrow when they all start complaining.” He was tapping his fingers lightly on his camera, then turned, and took a few steps away, into the moonlight for a moment, where she could clearly see the device.

Well,

SeeNaked and I have decided that you were in for a treat; you've surely noticed the new posts ;).

The next part is the first that we really wrote in collaboration. Though I am the one posting it we both wrote in it, usually switching after one or two paragraphs.

It is also where you will be able to make your first choice. You will have until Wednesday March 14th to cast you vote. Please feel free to justify your decision and comment; it is so fun to watch discussions between readers!

Shy and SeeNaked

It Started at Camp - Tenth Post
 

Zoe realized that she had stopped breathing, surprised as she was at coming face to face with Luke. ‘Shit’, she thought, ‘I pick this as my first prank and get caught, figures’. Zoe had never been a good liar. She had never been put in a situation in which she would have to invent a cover story either. As such, she fell right into Luke’s web.

“Oh God”, she stuttered. “It’s just a stupid prank I got talked into doing by the other girls. They told me it happened every year” she continued, waiting for an answer from the boy, but he merely looked at her, a slight grin on his face as he made sure she saw the camera he was holding. “Come on, please don’t tell the councillors”, she begged. “I’ll bring everything back to your tent”, she persisted. Luke seemed to be taking extreme pleasure in making Zoe feel uncomfortable and she started to panic when he continued to hold his tongue. It was almost as though he expected her to say something. Finally, not being able to stand it anymore, she broke the silence once again, having no idea how much the words she’d speak would have an effect on her life: “why aren’t you saying anything? What is it you want me to say? What is it you want me to do?”.

“That’s more like it.” Luke said, with a hint of a smile still playing around on his handsome face. His hair was tousled and the blond strands stood out in the moonlight a bit, “Seems you’re in a bit of a bind, aren’t you... You don’t want me to go to the councilors, fine. In return, you’ll agree to do various tasks and commands that I will set. That means that you basically obey whatever I tell you to do.” He shrugged, “If not, I’ll see you in the councilor’s office tomorrow morning.” he paused for only a moment more, then turned as if to walk away.

“Wait”, Zoe said, anxiety gripping her once again. She took her hair elastic out once again, letting her hair cascade around her shoulders. “Wait”, she repeated. “Don’t you think that’s a bit intense? I mean, it’s just one stupid prank? And well...” Zoe’s arguments seemed to hit a wall, each word she managed to sound out became weaker and weaker as she saw that the boy in front of her would not budge. “Fine”, she said “but what do you mean by ‘various tasks and commands’?” she finally asked, before putting her hands in her pockets and looking at the ground.

Luke shrugged at first at her protests. He wasn’t planning on backing down, not now that he had her in his clutches, or rather in his camera. “Oh just some small things...” He was very noncommittal with his remark, since the things he had in mind were not exactly what most people would accept right away, then again, maybe she would. “Since you stole my underwear and that of my friend, you can take your own off right now and hand it to me...” He clicked his fingers and held out his hand, “Come on.”

At first, Zoe was certain that she hadn’t heard right, she couldn’t have. However, as she studied Luke’s traits, she saw that he was serious. Immediately, she became flushed with embarrassment and she was certain that despite the cover of darkness, it was plain to the boy. She tried to find a way out of the situation, but couldn’t. After all, she had agreed and her father had taught her that you were nothing if you couldn’t keep your word. At first, she thought of turning around, but she was afraid that the mischievous teen would sneak pictures of her as she removed her underwear. Placing her hands under her shirt and behind her back, she expertly unclasped her bra. Then, she placed each hand in the opposite sleeve to get the straps off her shoulders. Finally, with shaking hands, she pulled on the bra to remove it. ‘That was the easy part’ she thought. Next came the panties. Zoe was thoroughly relieved with her decision to wear shorts for the day. She put her left hand up the hole to her right short leg and grabbed the waistband. Then, she pulled down on the stretchy cotton fabric and painstakingly drew it over her knee and off her leg. The other side was easy to take care of and she removed her panties with a triumphant feeling; she had managed to remove her underwear without giving Luke the satisfaction of seeing her try to hide behind a bush or tree to first remove her clothing.

Looking up at Luke she remembered the second part of her task: handing her underwear over. She took a step forward and stopped in her tracks as a flood of embarrassment came over her. ‘Oh God, my panties are wet’, she thought ‘I can’t let him have them. This is so embarrassing’. Trying to buy some time, Zoe threw her bra to Luke while keeping her panties in her hands, placing them behind her back. She tried as best she could to wipe the moisture off as subtly as possible and waited to see how he would react to receiving only one of the two pieces of clothing.

He shook his head as she went about taking her underwear off. Surprisingly, and very cleverly, she managed to do it without showing more than a little bit of skin. He still took pictures though, especially of her taking her panties down her legs. When she tossed the bra at him, he caught it deftly, draped it over his shoulder and held out his hand, “Panties too...and don’t think you’re going to get away with trying to hide them from me like that.”

Zoe was annoyed with herself at how things had turned out during the day. Twice, she had been put under pressure and, not being able to think straight, had given a rash answer that had gotten her into some form of trouble. Knowing full well that it would be hard to back out now that Luke had pictures of her, she put her panties in a ball and threw them at the boy. “Ok, we’re even now” Zoe said once her underwear had been caught. “That means you can erase the pictures and I can go get some sleep”, she continued as she walked towards him in the direction of her bunkhouses.

Luke let out a soft chuckle, “In your dreams Zoe...” he shook his head, “I told you that you weren’t going to get away with not giving me the panties when I asked.” Oh yes, he had her now, and he wasn’t going to let her get away from him. He was going to make sure that he had plenty of fun with her, “You don’t get to go back to your bunkhouse just yet....first you have a choice to make...have you ever gone streaking before?”

“Streaking”, Zoe mumbled to herself, trying to remember what it meant. Then it hit her, she recalled hearing Camille brag about a dare she’d done that required her to streak across the football field at a party. Immediately, Zoe felt herself shake in anticipation, surely he wasn’t expecting her to streak through the grounds, was he? “No, I...I’ve never gone streaking”, she finally said with a trembling voice.

Luke had thought as much. He had counted on it. She wasn’t the kind of girl to do that anyway, unlike some of the other girls in their class at school...that girl Camille for one. Not many people knew that it was actually Luke that had dared her to do that. He chuckled softly, “Good...I hadn’t thought so. Of course, you don’t get to decide if you do it or not..” he laughed, the mischevious tone returning to his voice as he knew he had her backed into a corner, “What you have to decide is which part of you to show off. You’re going to take off your shirt or your shorts and hand it to me as well, then. You’re going to streak through the boy’s tents, in front of the bunkhouses and down to the bathhouse by the lake...I think there are towels down there...once you get there you’ll take off your other piece of clothing and run to your bunkhouse, where I’ll be waiting to recieve the last bit of your clothes...THEN you can go to bed...and I suggest you make up your mind quickly...”

‘And what if I don’t?’ Zoe thought, but did not mouth the words; she already knew the answer to that question. That did not, however, help her answer the actual question at hand: what *would* she take off to streak? She knew she would do it, knew that she had to do it, if only to appease Luke and perhaps satisfy his need for revenge. ‘Besides’, she thought, the boys would be pranking the girls the next evening, ‘perhaps I’ll be able to get even with him then’. But, that, was another matter entirely. She looked down at her slender body wondering: do I remove my shirt or my shorts?

Your choice:
1) Should Zoe start off her streaking without a shirt?
2) Or should she start it off without her shorts?

great story, Keep it going

wow amazing! keep it up! :D x

Need some votes here guys!
 

Ok Peoples!!! Just to make sure you all understand what's going on, make sure that you tell us which of the two choices at the end of Shy's post you want Zoe to choose...and if you want, tell us why you think so too! What you readers pick is what happens!

Glad to see the choice element is back.

The shirt would be the fastest way out initially but if she hands over the shorts now she can take off the shirt as soon as she gets away from the lights and wont need to stop when she reaches the lake. She can just make a B line for her bunk and call it a night sooner.

With that logic I vote that Zoe sucks it up and hands over her shorts first.

Since there is talk of streaking in this story I thought I'd throw out a quote and see if anyone gets the reference. "DON'T LOOK ETHEL!!!"

Come on everybody
 

I can't be the only one with a vote here. I'm as interested in hearing what everyone else has to say on the matter as our wonderful authors. So lets hear what you all have to say.

I hope she looses the shirt, it will be the most revealing and embarrassing

Keep up the good work, both of you.

I agree with em52388. She should lose the shorts.