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Looking up and down the line, Barbara said with a note of glee in her voice. "One down, four to go."

"Ok, who wasn't wearing one from the start?" She asked the four remaining guys.

Two guys sheepishly raised their hands.

Barbara looked at them sharply, a look of superiority on her face. "You get points for picking well but that's all. Your punishment won't be as severe."

"We're down to our two finalists. Drum roll please," she said, teasingly.

"Panties?" she asked sharply, and then clapped and yelled, as Julie's date raised his hand.

"We have a winner and new champion, my boyfriend Greg!" she yelled, raising her arms in triumph.

Barbara literally elbowed Julie out of the way, as she went to Greg. She jumped into his arms and kissed the hell out of him, her legs were around his waist and her arms around his neck. Greg danced around with her in his arms.

Julie stood there frozen, her mouth hung open and her eyes wide. Her mind was in limbo, lost in the realization of what was going on. Not wanting to believe that this was happening, she was rooted to the spot.

She didn't even notice as Greg reached into her purse and removed her things to hold up a bra in one hand and a pair of French cut bikini underwear in the other.

Barbara's laughter, the loud jeers, and louder laughter of the crowd broke the spell, and Julie fled out the front door.

*****

Somewhere she had lost her heels and now she walked through the small deserted downtown area barefoot. She shivered as a cool gust of wind swept over her sweaty skin. Her breathing had almost returned to normal now that she had walked a block. Julie sniffled; she had cried herself out.

Her bag hung by the strap from her elbow, her arms crossed below her breasts. She felt so lost and alone. She had been set up and had fallen for it hook, line, and sinker. She had been so stupid and naive, the perfect patsy.

How could Greg do this to her, how could any of these guys do such a thing? She had heard about such things as 'pig' parties and ugliest girl contests, but had never been involved with anything so crass and embarrassing. Greg had, that was obvious, and he was very good at it.

She wondered how many other girls Greg had conned out of their underwear and embarrassed. His girlfriend wasn't any better. She had probably planned the whole thing. Her and her little groupies.

They had embarrassed her but it was their loss. She made a much better friend than an enemy. One day they would find that out the hard way. A rumble of thunder sounded from somewhere over toward the college but she paid little attention, her thoughts turned hard inward.

The first large, cold raindrop splashing against her chest and running down between her breasts was a sudden and complete shock. It froze her in mid stride. She looked up and another lone drop hit her square in the forehead. There were dark clouds rolling overhead, low enough to be seen in the dim light of the streetlamps.

She looked up and down the empty street, looking for shelter. An awning, a storefront, anything. There was nothing in this block and nothing obvious in the next. She started to run as the bottom literally fell out, a hard, cold, pouring rain.

She almost ran past the deep entrance to the storefront and nearly slipped on the slick marble that floored it. Water was running off her dress and body, making a puddle around her feet. In the dim light from inside the store, she could see her reflection in the display window. She could see that her dress was nearly transparent where it touched her body, which was nearly everywhere. The dress clung to her every curve.

She shivered from the cold but there was a strange heat growing in her loins as she studied her own reflection in the plate glass window. The dark circles under her hard nipples were visible. Her nipples were showing clearly through the wet cloth, as were the curves and slopes of her breasts. She had never thought of herself as sexy but even with her wet hair plastered to her skull, she was. Outrageously so.

The bodice of the dress was plastered to her lower ribs, belly, and the top of her mound. The small dark patch of hair there was a shadowy arrow pointing directly at her sex, which was a dark mystery concealed by a bubble of material in the skirt.

With a detached feeling, Julie's eyes followed her hands as they moved slowly up to cup and then caress her breasts. Her hands were warm but the reflection in front of her was cold. The cold pouring rain was a curtain behind her. It hissed as it hit the street and sidewalk. It seemed so surreal for her hands to be touching the breasts in the glass.

The warmth of her hand was in direct contrast to the cold glass image. As she watched her own hands, the sound of the rain faded. The cold of the dress disappeared. The icy trickle of a water drop coursing along her spine took on an unreal feeling. Her eyes and senses were only for the hands. The ones she felt and the ones she saw.

One hand moved to her belly and then it slowly moved downward to cup her mound. Who was this person in the mirror that caressed herself? Julie watched the cloth of the wet dress as it was pushed in until its coldness touched the warm outer lips of her sex. A shiver ran up and down her body as her sex contracted tightly. Such a sexual creature, she thought suddenly.

A splashing thump and soft curse caused her to jerk her hands away and to turn suddenly. A dark headed young man was laying on the marble at the entrance to the storefront. The first thing her eyes took in was his chest and shoulders, outlined in the wet white tee shirt he wore. It was as transparent as her dress. His lean muscular body was highlighted by the clinging cloth. She felt a surge of heat between her thighs and blushed vividly.

He cursed softly again and sat up.

"Are you alright?" Julie asked with concern in her voice.