Probably my favorite (story)

I mentioned Lisa had found my second favorite story, this is my favorite. It was posted to a message board somewhere by TNT on 20th April 2001 under the thread "True or Dare".

The following is the whole story.

I've been meaning to write for some time, but that school thing keeps getting in the way. So anyhow, this is a couple of weeks old already, but when I saw this dare, I figured I would take the time and write NOW.

My roomie received a package, but when she opened it she started crying. She asked her step-mother to send her her swimsuit. She had forgotten it over spring break. Instead, her step-mother said she would order her a new suit and have it shipped to her. My roomie doesn't get along well with her step-mother, so when the package arrived my roomie thought she had another reason to dislike her. Inside the package was a really sexy little swimsuit. We call them slingshots down here.

The suit is just two loops sewn together at the crotch - no sides, strips barely wide enough to cover each nipple, and thin strips over shoulders and down the crack of your buttocks. The package also had a mesh cover-up that wouldn't cover a thing. The mesh was more like fish netting. I mean, why bother? Now my roomie dresses quite conservatively. And she would never, ever be seen in anything like this outfit.

But as it turns out, it was a BIG mistake. Her step-mother screw-up the order. My roomie's suit arrived at her step-mother's house, and the slingshot and mesh cover-up was suppose to be for her step-mother. Once my roomie figured this out, she refused to send her step-mother the right package. Sooooo, my roomie gave me the outfit!

I generally wear a bit more than this little thing, but I figured it would be a good sun tanning suit in rotation. The suit was a little long for me, but with a little help from my roomie to tie a knot in the string on my back, the suit was a snug fit.

The roof of our dorm gets turned into a one huge tanning bed this time of year. Since our roof is as tall as any of the nearby roofs, all the girls feel safe in wearing whatever they like - or as little as they like. On any sunny afternoon, you'll find a few dozen of us gals catching the sun. And generally one or two will be topless. And occasionally, someone will strip completely. (I've done it a few times over the years.) We know the men's dorm down street has set up a telescope, but since our building is higher, they can only see us if we stand up near the edge.

Wearing the slingshot on the roof seemed like no big deal to me. Of course, the walk to the roof and climbing the ladder was an experience. Some of the other girls thought I was walking around nude (again) when I left my hair down. From the back, I guess it could look that way.

So anyhow, I've been wearing this slingshot suit off and on - let me rephrase - alternating different suits for several days. Then one day, Martha lays down beside me. When I rolled over on my stomach, I started twisting my arm trying to get the lotion on all those "hard to reach" spots. Martha offered to help. And boy did she help! She didn't just rub lotion on the spots I couldn't reach, but she covered every inch of my back - my neck to my toes. I noticed a few girls laughing as Martha surprised me by oiling my entire buttocks!

Fortunately, when Martha asked me to oil her back, she was wearing a full-cut bikini. No intimate touching necessary. Well, Martha always laid beside me whenever we both were on the roof top. And every time I wore the slingshot, she made certain I was completely oiled. A few girls even joked to me about the extra attention Martha was giving me. It felt weird, but it was nice, too, if you know what I mean.

Well, one day, the weather was great and I had a lighter class schedule, so a few of us caught the bus to the beach. All I wore was the slingshot, a towel, and my flip-flops. And I was one of the more dressed beach goers! The beaches here unofficially topless, and you'll see several women go topless. And on occasion, a nudist or two. The patrols "sometimes" will ask a nudie to cover-up, but I think that only happens when someone else complains - and that is really rare! I've only gone completely nude a couple of times on this beach, and those times were with Tina a couple of years ago. If someone else suggests going topless, I'm usually the first to join them.

Well, I discovered a couple of things about wearing a slingshot. You can easily bare your breasts - flasher style. But if you are just trying to get a better tan, this suit makes it more difficult. Slide the straps off your shoulders and you have a pile of material at your feet. So anyhow, a couple of the other gals take their tops off, but I felt like if I tried to join them, I might as well had been nude. I wasn't ready to go that far - yet. Martha did her usual thorough oiling. And as she did, I mentioned my little "problem" with this suit.

Martha didn't ask, but she just untangled the knot in the back strap. She thought it would help me move the straps around to get better coverage. Now, two thin strips don't cover a thing. The back wasn't the problem. It was the front. And when I rolled over, the loosened sling became quite a problem too. I finally decided to slip my arms free and "carefully" position the V while exposing my top. It felt great. It felt like I wasn't wearing a thing either since it was so loose. Well, after several rotations, I might have been less careful in the positioning of the V, but I didn't give "too" many of the other beach goers a view to remember.

Well, when it was finally time to catch the bus back to campus. We all scrambled. Of course, we waited until the last minute - critical sun time and all. ;-) While I was trying to get myself back into the slingshot, several of the other girls grabbed all the towels and stuff - including my towel. Now I realized I was in trouble. Everyone was running towards the road since the bus was coming. I had no way to tie the knot behind me - it took my roomie several minutes to figure out how to tie it the first time. I grabbed my flip-flops and with one hand trying to hold the sling in place over my breasts, I raced to catch up to my friends. More than just a few of the guys watching cheered as I ran past. I barely made it to the bus, too. The bus driver was all smiles.

First, he wouldn't let me on the bus in my barefeet. So picture me slipping on my flip-flops without holding the sling in place! I looked up and he was ALL smile. Then I didn't have the fare. I had to stand next to him - not quite all in the suit either - as I waited for one of my friends to pay my fare. All my friends were laughing hysterically. Martha had my towel, and I covered myself. Bad enough right?

It gets "worse." The few other passengers - mostly Cuban women - were giggling, too. Fortunately, the other passengers got off the bus at the first few stops and no one else got on. Martha comes up with the bright idea to "fix" my sling on the bus. Delirious from the embarrassment, I agreed. Trouble was, she couldn't tie the knot with me wearing the sling.

We were towards the back of the bus, and I figured, "Okay, I still have the towel to cover-up." Question: Have you ever tried to remove a slingshot while wearing a towel and seated? It wasn't easy - actually it was impossible. For a brief few seconds I was just wearing my flip-flops! And they caught the sling as I slipped it off. Martha managed to tie the suit again, but we were already on campus and other passengers were getting on the bus. I debated to myself about slipping the suit back on, but since I had done the towel dare, I figured I could just wear the towel back to the dorm.

I asked one of the girls with a beach bag to stuff my suit in her bag. Everyone started to hoot. Then just as things were going bad to worse - the bus got a flat tire! We're about a half mile from the dorm. The driver announces another bus will be here in about an hour! Everyone starts to get off the bus. I was left with the choice: wait in a towel by myself or walk back to the dorm in the towel with my friends. I decided the latter. Now, on campus, seeing a few girls walking in bikinis is not completely uncommon, but it is still early in the season. So we attracted some attention from the other students.

Most of us had our towels tied around ourselves. A couple of girls started to play up to the attention by carrying their towels. And a couple more retied their towels around their waists. I, of course, had the towel tightly underneath my arms with my hands holding the flap in place. Even with being completely covered. It was quite the rush. I had done the towel dare the first time in the middle of the night. This time broad daylight. So, sorry, I didn't wear my thong on the beach.