A Game of S-T-R-I-P

[Nathaniel Keam]

Kaitlyn and Tasha were once best friends when they were growing up. Both of them would spend hours learning to skate and how to outdo the other.

High school changed all this, though. They each found separate callings and drifted into different friend groups. It was crushing for the both of them, but although they attempted to hold their relationship together, it crumbled and they were left with different styles and with different friendship groups.

Kaitlyn was a fully-fledged skater girl. She hung with the skater guys and spent most of her time down at the New Barlington skate park. When they weren’t smoking or chilling at the top of one of the ramps, they were competing against each other in a game of S-K-A-T-E.

Each person would complete a trick and the other had to match it. If they couldn’t match it, they would gain a letter. The first person to spell SKATE would lose. Kaitlyn loved the adrenaline rush she got from the game, even if she knew she would often lose because she was the only girl in the group.

Tasha had stopped skating almost entirely. She always joked that she had the skills to become a professional when she grew up, but whether that was true or not she never found out, Now in high school, she preferred to do normal girl things. She liked reading, watching the guys play sports, and mixing with her cheerleader friends.

There was still hostility between the two. Both of them blamed the other for their relationship falling apart.

Tasha would always walk past the skate park on her way home after school. Kaitlyn paid no attention to her, even though Tasha knew she could tell she was there.

One day she was walking along the sidewalk minding her own business. She had a big test coming up and she hadn’t even started studying yet.

“Hey, Tasha,” said Kaitlyn from the top of a ramp.
“Huh?” Tasha turned and a half-second later collided with the lamppost.

Her group of skater friends fell over with laughter. She rubbed her nose, which had folded up against the metal.

“Just thought I’d tell you there was a street light there. Better be more careful next time.”

Tasha smouldered. Before she could think of her retort, Kaitlyn and her group had moved off. That was typical of her, trying to get one over on her with some sort of childish game. She wasn’t going to let this go. Now all Tasha could think about was getting her back.

The next day she decided to take a different route home from school. The slight variation would lead her directly through the skate park. Ahead she could see Kaitlyn skating against someone. She must have been playing that game again.

Tasha laid in wait behind one of the ramps watching them play. They were both on S-K-A-T when Kaitlyn had to pull off a simple grind off the rails to win. Kaitlyn took a deep breath and started to roll forward.

She hit the rail and grinded it. With her hands raised in the air, Tasha flew out from her hiding place and pushed her off balance. Kaitlyn wobbled on her board, before losing control and stumbling forward.

“You b*tch!”
“Oops, sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

Kaitlyn gritted her teeth together. That was her best chance of winning against one of the guys and Tasha had just ruined it. She wasn’t even a skater anymore. What did she know about this?

“I’m going to kick your ass, Tasha.”
“Oh that would be so typical of you, wouldn’t it? That’s all you can say every time. Just because you were always a bad skater.”
“Me a bad skater? You don’t even skate anymore.”
“And I can still wipe the floor with you. I always could even when we were kids.”
“Why don’t you back that up, cheerleader girl?”
“What, you want me to skate with you?” Tasha gulped.

She was good once, but she wasn’t sure whether she still had it. Her balance was still good and she could still remember the tricks. It had been years since she’d ever picked up a board.

“Yeah if you think you’re really as good as you say you are. I want to settle this once and for all between us. And then I never want to have to look at your ugly face again.”
“So you want me to play…SKATE?”
“Want to raise the stakes? Each letter you lose a piece of your clothes. First person naked loses.”
“N…naked, what are you crazy? I’m not taking my clothes off in front of you and your nasty friends.”
Kaitlyn began to make chicken noises. “See, I knew you didn’t think you were as good as you say. You’re the biggest poser I know. That must be why Brad dumped you before the Christmas ball.”

Tasha’s nostrils began to twitch. Brad had destroyed her when he’d dumped her days before the ball. She had been so upset that she hadn’t attended, and the whole school knew about it. She was going to teach this b*tch a lesson if it killed her.

“Alright, you’re on, b*tch.”

Tasha had Spanish heritage, so her skin was a golden, tan brown. The rules of the game were they had to separate their clothes into five portions. They could always keep their shoes so they could skate. Tasha was wearing a brown leather jacket with a white tank top underneath. She also wore a pair of blue jeans with sneakers and a pair of sunglasses.

She tested out one of the boards for her. Her legs felt wobbly when she first stepped onto it. Kicking herself forward, she took the weight of the board and got her balance. It was like wearing a pair of new shoes, but she could manage. Kaitlyn was never half as good as she claimed. All she needed was a good day. The consequences of failure didn’t bear thinking about. Already people knew of the game and were getting their camera phones out.

Kaitlyn began cracking her neck. She had waited for this day for so long. Tasha had always thought herself a better skater. This was her chance to prove it. Kaitlyn was a pale-skinned girl and slightly chubby. She didn’t have the hourglass figure that Tasha had, but her ass stuck out, which most of the boys loved.

She was wearing a beanie hat, a black hoodie with green and white decals and a t-shirt underneath. A pair of black skinny jeans with a silver studded belt contrasted with her white and deep purple skate shoes.

Just to make it more humiliating they both agreed the winner of each round would take off the clothing of the loser. A crowd had gathered around them to stop them from running. The catch was it had to go in order from the least embarrassing thing to lose to the most embarrassing thing to lose, so pants always came after everything else but before underwear.

“So, who starts?” said Tasha with her board underneath her arm.
“Like it matters. You’re going to be on the Internet for everyone to see. We’ll see how much you like showing off, then.”
“You go, then.”

Kaitlyn smirked and began to setup her first trick. She performed a simple ollie and landed it with a minimal amount of wobble.

Tasha couldn’t deny that it was a good performance. She still wondered whether she could do them well enough. Ollies were her speciality when she skated. Still, at least Kaitlyn had fallen into her trap. She wanted her to perform the tricks first so she would know what she had to do. As good as her memory was, she still needed reminding of the difference between a kickflip and a heelflip.

She muttered to herself as she set up her board and attempted to ollie. Her feet hit the board. She thought she had it, but her left foot touched the ground.

“Damn it!”
Kaitlyn roared with laughter, as did some of her skater friends. She approached the red-faced Tasha and flicked the sunglasses off her head. “Not so cool now, are you?”
“You just wait.”

Tasha couldn’t believe that happened. She was normally good at ollies. All she had to do was land one trick and she knew she would get into her stride. This wasn’t over yet.

Kaitlyn began again and shuffled forward. This time she performed the same trick again. Was she really trying to mock her?

Gritting her teeth, she attempted the ollie again. This time she missed the board completely and it skittered away, prompting another round of laughter. Her face was growing red. Had she really lost the ability to skate?

“That’s two letters.” Kaitlyn came up behind her and planted two hands on her shoulders. “One more and you’re going to be showing some skin. You made a big mistake coming here.”

She wrenched the brown leather jacket off her shoulders and tossed it away. Two lavender-coloured bra straps stuck out from behind her white tanktop. It was tight and hugged her figure. The push-up bra even gave her some extra cleavage, which she was regretting right now. Tasha knew she had to get her head in the game. If she didn’t, this was going to get ugly.

Katlyn started the third round and, once again, performed the same ollie. She was really going to try to beat her with the same trick over and over again.

Tasha said a word of encouragement to herself and started her attempt. Kicking the board into the air, she landed with both feet, bent forward and righted herself. She’d done it. No laughing this time. That had wiped the smirk off of Kaitlyn’s face. Now she knew she could do it.

“Oh nice job,” said Kaitlyn. “You got the biggest baby trick in the book. I’ll show you something you can’t do.”

Kaitlyn didn’t wait for a cue. She went forward again and performed a kickflip. The board swivelled around and she lost her balance briefly, but she managed it.

Tasha had no fear now and went forward again. It was all coming back to her again, like riding a bike. She hadn’t forgotten it. The board became part of her. Kicking the board up, she made the kickflip. Kaitlyn had a disgruntled look on her face, and she was loving it.

This time Kaitlyn performed a heelflip. The board left the ground again, but this time Kaitlyn’s right foot missed the board and hit the ground. She’d missed it. This was Tasha’s chance. With her newfound confidence, she set the board in motion and hit the heelflip without too much trouble. She’d won a round. She could win this.

Tasha approached Kaitlyn. “Just like when we were kids, huh?”
“Screw you.”
Tasha batted the beanie hat off her shoulder-length black hair with icy blue highlights in it. “No, screw you. That’s your ‘S’. Your turn, b*tch.”
“Here’s your ‘R’ coming right up.”

Kaitlyn recomposed herself and aimed for the vertical ramp to their left. She rode up it once to get some speed, came back, before performing a nosestall, holding her board on the ramp horizontally, with just the back touching. She held it a few seconds and soared down the ramp again.

Tasha didn’t wait for her to get back before she was away and flying. The nosestall held perfectly and she toppled back down the ramp after her former friend. Instead of waiting for the next trick, she turned back towards the ramp and performed a 360-degree ollie off the ramp.

The crowd whooped with delight. Kaitlyn was stunned. It didn’t take her long to growl back into life and fire herself at the ramp. In her desperation to win the crowd back, she hit the ramp with such force that she flew straight up into the air and landed on top of it. The board rolled back down away from her, much to another set of clapping.

“Damn it!” she screamed over the other side of the ramp.

Tasha was quick to chase Kaitlyn up the ramp. Yes, this was going well. They were even again. Mentally she had the edge of her angry friend. This was always her problem. She could never keep her anger bottled up.

“That’s ‘T’.” Tasha wrenched Kaitlyn back by the hood of her black hoodie with green decals. “See how your friends like this.”

Kaitlyn tried to wrestle back, but lost her footing on the ramp. As she fell, she fell out of her hoodie and tumbled back down, leaving her in just a tight black t-shirt with the name of some band written across it in white lettering. Her t-shirt rose up as she fell, exposing some of her pale midsection.

Kaitlyn hit the ground with her fist and retrieved her board. She wouldn’t look her friends in the eyes. This was impossible. She was losing to someone who hadn’t skated in years. Tasha wasn’t going to get one over on her. There was no way she was showing off her underwear like this. A devious plan came into her mind. Tasha’s one weakness in skateboarding. Was she still rusty enough to fall for it, though?

She said not a word as Tasha returned to their starting position. Instead of aiming for the ramp again, she moved towards the railings. Kaitlyn jumped into the air and slid the tail effortlessly across the railings. The trick completed. It was Tasha’s turn to match it, but she was hesitant.

Tasha was never any good at performing grinds. It took her months to learn the basic ones, and it meant lots of cuts and bruises. She had to get this right if she wanted to preserve her modesty. Testing the board, she gingerly climbed on top of it and started to move towards the railings. Tasha jumped. The board clanged against the bottom of the railing and sent her flying to the ground.

Kaitlyn was on her before she could even think of recovering. A pair of hands seized the back of her white tank top and began to scoot it up her body. She tried to get her hands over her chest to stop her humiliation, but Kaitlyn simply span and twisted her around until she was completely tangled up in her own clothing. All the while it was moving further and further up, exposing more of her tanned skin.

The shirt flew off, bringing her lavender push-up bra into view. Tasha wrapped her arms around herself as Kaitlyn laughed in her face. She was on the verge of tears. Here she was sitting in front of her nemesis surrounded by the wolf whistles of her friends in her bra.

Tasha didn’t move to get up. She took in deep breaths and tried to shut her predicament out of her mind. There was nowhere to run. They would only drag her back and strip her naked. That was why these bystanders were here. She had to skate and she had to win. It was the only way.

Removing her hands from her bra, she picked up her board and went back to the starting position. Even now the laughing behind her was making her cheeks glow red. If this were any other situation, she would slap them.

Kaitlyn drank it all in and went for the same rail again. She rushed at it and overshot the ramp. Her board hit the top of the rail, but she missed whatever trick she was attempting and found herself rolling away.

“You missed it,” said Tasha, still hugging her chest.
“Yeah yeah, but you have to hit a grind. Mess it up and next I’ll be taking your pants. Hope your panties are as cute as your bra.”

Tasha went red again as that reality dawned on her. If she’d prepared for this, she would have worn a pair of gym shorts underneath. She had nothing of the sort, but at least Kaitlyn was in the same boat.

She set up for the simplest grind possible and went for it. Her legs wobbled as she headed for the rail. The board leapt into the air and the characteristic clan of hitting the rail didn’t materialise. She’d missed it. Her big change had vanished.

“Wow, you really suck. You know I won’t make that mistake again, right? Tell you what, I’ll let you start this time. Give you a chance to see if you can do something,” said Kaitlyn.

Tasha wasted no time in trying the same trick again. This time she took no chances and made the deftest touch on top of the rail. Kaitlyn hit it without any problems. It was a lame trick.

She was about to step up for another trick, almost forgetting her topless state, when Kaitlyn bustled in front of her and took the lead. She was about to protest when Kaitlyn’s board tail slid across the rail. The crowd gasped. It was such a slick trick.

Tasha’s mouth went dry and she took a deep breath. There could be no mistakes here. Kaitlyn had thrown down the gauntlet. But she was confident she could do this. Every round brought her skating skills back to her.

Tasha rolled towards the rail. Her line was perfect. She was almost there when a force collided with her back. Her feet lost contact with the board and she stumbled forwards. Her fury that Kaitlyn had pushed her off her board had barely managed to register when she tripped over the rail and landed on the grass. The sky and ground tumbled over and over.

A pair of her hands reached for her belt buckle in an instant. Tasha let out a scream as Kaitlyn wrenched at the buckle and tore the belt open. Her black polka dot panties came into view little by little with each pull. Tasha tried to get her hands to her waistband, but she couldn’t get a grip. She curled into a ball and yelled, but it was too late. A glimpse of her tanned thighs came into view, followed by a pair of flailing legs. The jeans bunched up at her ankles, before a grinning Kaitlyn pulled them over her sneakers and completed her disrobing.

“S-T-R-I. Now where is that ‘P’?” Kaitlyn dangled her stolen jeans in front of her as she sat in a heap, stunned.

“You…cheated.” Tasha had to do her best to force back her tears.

“Ha ha you’re in your underwear,” Kaitlyn teased. “You know what? Screw the game. A little b*tch like you deserves everything they get. Why don’t you cry for me, Tasha? Tell me you want this all to stop.”

Tasha was going to resist, but Kaitlyn was on her in a flash. She dove away but Kaitlyn leaped upon her back and left her with her panty-covered ass pointing straight up in the air. To her horror, she felt fingers working on the back of her bra. She threw a hand behind her back desperately to stop her humiliation. The cups slid away and her brown breasts popped out. The woops and laughs from the assembled mass made her realise the full extent of what had just happened.

Tasha turned over and covered her modesty with her arm. One-handed, she desperately fought to push Kaitlyn away. In only a pair of polka dot panties and sneakers, all thoughts of skating had long since passed.

“Come on, b*tch, get those panties off,” Kaitlyn was laughing and making feigning attempts to grab at her panties, knowing full well it would only take her mere seconds to rip them from her and expose everything.

Tasha released one last primal scream and drove her foot up between Kaitlyn’s legs. Her former best friend’s mouth made an ‘o’ shape as a pain she’d never experienced before reverberated up and around her body. Kaitlyn fell forward and held her tender womanhood.

Tasha rolled away and got to her feet. Overcome with fury, she removed her hand from her breasts, giving everyone an unobstructed look and kicked Kaitlyn in the head with such force she barely knew where she was. Before she knew it, Tasha was ripping and tearing at the front of Kaitlyn’s black skinny jeans. She yanked the pants down to her ankles exposing a pink thong with a black skull and crossbones on the front.

Unlike her adversary, she didn’t stop to brag. She already had a grip on the black t-shirt and was pulling it up her body, exposing her snow white skin. Kaitlyn tried to pull up her pants, but the t-shirt had come over her breasts, revealing a plain black lacy bra in the process.

Kaitlyn’s muffled cries didn’t make any impact on Tasha as she unleashed her fury and tore the bra clear off. It was an eye for an eye as her white breasts exploded into view, her nipples poking into the cool air. Still tangled in her shirt, Kaitlyn couldn’t believe what was happening to her.

She struggled and somehow managed to find her way onto her front. The vengeful Tasha saw Kaitlyn’s two ass cheeks barely covered by the seat of her thong and immediately went for the finish. She grasped the back of the thong and tore it down her legs, almost snapping it in the process.

It was at that point, when the hair on her pussy came into view the t-shirt came off and the skater girl was left naked, rolling around in all her curves. Tasha dove on top of her again to extract more vengeance. It was at that moment the sound of a police car made everyone scatter. Only Tasha and Kaitlyn didn’t get away in time as they continued to claw at each other.

The officers got the biggest shocks of their 20-year careers. Two teenage girls fighting in public, one naked and the other in nothing but a pair of panties. Nothing could have prepared them for this.