Kristi’s Challenge
By TFD

The party had been going on a long time, and Kristi knew she should get going soon. It was after 2:00am, and she was very drunk. She was sitting on a couch, talking to her friend Greg, telling him how when she was in high school, she was a star on the girl’s wrestling team, and could have gone to college on a full scholarship. Now 21, she was about to enter her senior year, studying kinesiology, her wrestling days a thing of the past. Greg was two years older, and had a crush on her forever. She knew it, but she only wanted to be friends. But when she got drunk like this, she liked to tease him, letting him think he had a chance. The two of them were going to be at a barbecue together the next day, along with many of their friends. After Greg had declared that he could beat her in a wrestling match, she said he couldn’t, and she would prove it at the barbecue. She knew he just wanted an excuse to get his hands on her, but she figured she would use the opportunity and beat him, and humiliate him in front of all their friends. Greg was tall, but very skinny, and she thought she could easily beat him.
“If you’re so confident you can beat me,” Greg said, “why don’t you wrestle me in a bikini?”

“Yeah right,” Kristi responded. “And how about you wrestle me naked,” she said jokingly?

Greg thought about it a moment, before coming up with an idea. “How about I flip a coin right now? If it’s heads, I’ll wrestle you naked. But if it’s tails, you have to wrestle me in your bikini.”
Kristi was surprised and a little nervous about Greg’s proposal. She knew how humiliating it would be for him if he was naked in front of their friends. At the same time, she felt a little uncomfortable about wrestling him in just a bikini while they were all fully clothed. In the end, the alcohol got the better of her.
“Ok,” Kristi replied. “But let’s make it sweeter,” she added. “Let’s have one of our friends videotape the match.”
Greg thought about it for a second. “Ok,” he agreed. “It’s a deal.”
With that, Greg pulled out a quarter. “Here we go,” he said, flipping it in the air. Kristi held her breath, praying it would be heads. It was tails.
“Fuck,” Kristi said. Greg just sat there with a big smile on his face.

It was 1:00pm the next day, and time for the match. They decided to let their friend Dave record it. Dave focused the camera on each combatant. Greg was wearing cargo shorts and a short sleeve shirt. Kristi was wearing a white tank top and blue cotton shorts.
“Let’s see it,” one of their friends said, as the rest laughed. Kristi rolled her eyes before sliding her shorts down her legs, then lifting her tank top over her head. As she removed her clothes, her friends mocked her with whistles and catcalls.
Kristi was proud of her body, but now wished she owned some less skimpy bikinis. She was a tall, blond, athletic, and very attractive girl. She didn’t have huge breasts, but they were a decent size. The zebra print string bikini top pushed them together and up, making them appear larger. The fabric covered her nipples, but not much else, and she was more than a bit concerned about them staying in their top the whole match. Her skin was kind of pale, but had a slight tan. Her stomach was flat, and her belly button had a shiny ring sticking out of it. She was tremendously proud of her long legs, and her tight ass, which she worked hard to keep in shape. The zebra print bikini bottom was struggling to cover it. She instinctively pulled the fabric out of her ass, the high cut bottoms riding up and showing off more of her cheeks than she wanted her friends to see. She made sure the bottoms covered everything they were supposed to before she walked up to Greg.
“Let’s do this,” Kristi said.
Their friends cheered and whistled as Greg and Kristi locked hands in a test of strength. Greg started to gain some confidence as it looked like he was winning, but Kristi suddenly let go, quickly grabbing Greg’s right ankle and lifted it up, causing him to lose his balance and fall on his back, as their friends laughed. Greg blushed, but got back up. He went for her ankle in an attempt to do the same thing, but when he bent over, she quickly grabbed him in a head lock. He flailed his arms and tried to reach her, but was unable to. Kristi then twisted him around and put him in a reverse bear hug, her breasts pressing up against his back. After a little bit, she let him go and he fell to the ground, catching his breath.
With Tim on his hands and knees, Kristi turned and faced the camera, flexing her arms to mock her opponent. Greg saw this and snuck up behind Kristi, took his right hand and quickly pulled down the right side of her bikini top. She shrieked as her breast was exposed right in front of the camera, the quarter-sized nipple poking out in all its glory. The group of friends laughed at her as she hurryingly tucked her breast back into its top.
“You jerk!” she said to Greg, who just grinned in response.
She angrily took a swing at Greg, who just ducked out of the way and grabbed her arm, twisting her around. With her back to him, he pulled her right arm around her neck with his left hand, trapping her.
“Take her top off!” one of their friends shouted.
“No, don’t!” Kristi yelled in response, but there was nothing she could do, as Greg untied the string on the back of her bikini top. He quickly grabbed both her arms, pulling them behind her back so she could not fight back. The string on her top was undone, but it still dangled on top of her breasts, keeping them covered temporarily.
“Please,” Kristi begged.
“Zoom that camera in nice and close,” Greg responded, as Dave did as he was told. Greg let the anticipation build, then without warning yanked her top off over her head.
“OH MY GOD!” Kristi yelled, as both boobs were bared, and the nipples sprung to attention. With both her arms trapped behind her back, she struggled, her body shaking and twisting in an attempt to break free. However, this just made her boobs bounce around, to the delight of everyone in attendance. Tim eventually let her go, and tossed her to the ground, where she quickly curled into a fetal position, covering her chest with both hands.
“Please stop, I give up,” Kristi begged. “You’re humiliating me.”
“I don’t think so,” Greg replied. “We’re not done yet. I can’t wait to watch the DVD later.”

Kristi groaned. It was mortifying that her friends were seeing her topless, but it was even worse that the whole thing was being filmed. Worst of all, it was her idea!
Greg pulled Kristi up by her hair. Both of her hands were still covering her breasts, so she was unable to fight back. Greg then started to slap her face, not too hard, but it hurt enough for Kristi to instinctively reach her hands up for protection. When she did, Greg quickly grabbed her and pulled her into a bearhug of his own, enjoying the feeling of her bare boobs pressing into his chest. During the match, Kristi’s bottoms had started to rise up again, exposing a good amount of her ass. Dave positioned himself behind her, the camera getting a great shot of her butt muscles flexing while she was trapped in the bearhug.
Greg saw where Dave had the camera, and decided to give him more of a show, so he reached down with both hands and yanked hard on the back of Kristi’s bikini, the fabric of her bottoms shooting up her asscrack and making it look like she was wearing a thong. Greg slapped her ass, causing Kristi to yelp, and the crowd to laugh. Greg let her go, and she backed up, one hand draped over her bare breasts, the other pulling her bikini out of her ass. She looked for an escape, but her friends had formed a circle around them, clearly they wanted her humiliation to continue.
“Please, I don’t want to do this anymore,” Kristi begged.
Greg just reached around her waist, picked her up, and tossed her on the ground. Lying on her back, Kristi was winded and wasn’t quick enough to stop Greg sitting on her stomach facing her legs, her two arms trapped beneath his knees. He reached down and pulled her legs back, tucking them underneath his arms.
“Here comes the money shot,” Greg said, moving his arms towards the waistband of Kristi’s bottoms. Her friends cheered, but Kristi couldn’t see, and had no idea what was about to happen. She panicked when she felt his hands grab her bottoms, pulling them down a little to reveal the top of her ass.

“Oh my god, oh my god, please don’t do that,” she wailed!
“We want pussy!” chanted her friends, as Greg ignored Kristi’s pleas.
Greg was taking his time for dramatic effect, but slowly more and more of her ass was revealed. Once her entire gorgeous butt was on display, he pulled the bottoms to her ankles. Her friends stared at her exposed pussy, and the small patch of dirty blond hair above it. Dave moved the camera in close, capturing every inch of her pussy and ass on film. Her friends were cheering and high-fiving each other, as Kristi begged to be released. Greg just took a finger and ran it over her pussy and down her asscrack, as Kristi shuddered. She couldn’t believe she was naked in front of all her friends, unable to do anything to cover up.
“Please let me go, I’ll do anything” Kristi begged!
“Anything, huh,” Greg replied. Well here’s the deal. I’m going to let you up, but there are two conditions. First, you have to stay naked for the rest of the barbecue, and serve us food and drinks whenever we need them. Second, for the next month, any time you’re with any of us, if we tell you to strip, you have to strip down to your underwear. No matter where we are, or what we’re doing, you have to strip. No conservative underwear either. If you’re wearing anything that covers more than a thong, we are going to strip you naked. Do we have a deal?”
“Yes,” Kristi responded. “Just please let me up.”
Greg got off her, as the camera continued to film her naked body. Kristi draped one arm over her breasts, while the other covered her pussy. She knew this was going to be a long day, and also knew that it would be a very humiliating month.

P.S.: I am going to create a series using one of the girls from these first 3 stories. Please email me and let me know if you’d rather see a series based on Crystal, Lauren, or Kristi. My email address is tfdcatfights@hotmail.com