Cow Run

Cow Run

When you're eighteen and still not part of a cliché in high school there's little hope of you having an enjoyable senior year. That's part of the reason why I was breaking into my school with three other girls at three o'clock on an early Friday morning.

I had managed to get through the first three years without much of anything interesting happening, good or bad, but as I entered my senior year, I desperately wanted to be part of a social group that would elevate my status amongst the student body. It wasn't that I was unattractive. I was a run-of-the-mill petite blond with tits slightly larger than the average girl that stood up and said hello to you with pretty good legs and a fantastic ass, but I lacked the confidence to chat up guys or mingle with other girls. So, few dates and no real friends. But I had a chance tonight to change all that with the 'Cow Run.'

I actually didn't know what the Cow Run was, other than an initiation test, but I would be doing it and hopefully it would get me into Jennifer's group. She was one of the more popular girls in school and had a small circle of groupies that put them at the center of the 'in' crowd. I had been doing my best to try and weasel my way in by floating around them, without much luck. It also had the added benefit of being close to Jared, one of the school's hunks, captain of the baseball team and Jennifer's ex-boyfriend, who I had a huge crush on. I don't know why he still hung out with her if they weren't dating, he didn't even seem her type. The break-up was not an amicable one, from the rumors I'd heard, but there he was, every day and God was he gorgeous. Six foot, a rock-hard bod, and a devilish smile. He was one of their regulars and usually I could get close enough for a whiff of his intoxicating cologne, but that was it. He hadn't started dating anyone yet, and even though Jennifer was dropping hints that they were getting back together, it still hadn't happened. However, as usual, I couldn't make any progress in getting him interested in me and it was really discouraging. Then Jennifer found out I wanted to be part of their group, agreed to discuss it after school, so I thought, this might be my shot.

She laid out plans for the event which could get me in to their cluster.

"Listen Lisa, you want to be one of us - then you have to do the Cow Run. We've all done it and it's they only way you get in," Jennifer said pointing to the other girls with her, one day last week. There were no further details and I eagerly agreed without knowing what I was getting myself into. Now here I was, hiding along the back wall of the school building, cringing in the darkness. We were waiting for the janitors to come out to dump garbage which they did several times a night. Two fat, repulsive old guys who worked overnight to get the school clean and ready for the next day.

After twenty nerve-wracking minutes they finally came out, pushing a rolling bin each, full of black plastic bags. They propped the door open with a chair so it wouldn't automatically swing close and lock behind them. As they moved towards the dumpsters talking about sports, we snuck in behind them and raced for the gymnasium. We tittered with the nervous energy of being rebels on a quest. In school, after hours, against the rules. It started with a few lies to my parents about a sleep over at Jennifer's house, me and the two others from her posse, Cindy and Maria, and we'd all go to school together the next morning. Except we were here long before the place was scheduled to open, and technically committing a crime; breaking and entering.

Once behind the closed doors of the gym we all felt calmer as we caught our breath. Our gymnasium was a high basketball court, circled by stands that went up about twenty feet. Above the seats there was a 400-meter track catwalk with a railing that circled the large room on the outer wall that we used for races. It allowed the track team and basketball team to have practices indoors, in the same gym. We all walked to one of the stairways that went up to the track.

"OK. Here's your challenge," Jennifer said. "You have two minutes to run around the track, once."

Well, other than the initial break in of the school that wasn't a big deal. I had done that in PE class many times before and I could make it in just under a minute. This was going to be a cake walk. Except...

Jennifer continued. "And you have to do it with your hands handcuffed behind your back..." She said this as she produced a set of cuffs from her large purse which she had brought with her.

So that meant I couldn't fall because I would not be able to get up if I did. Harder but still shouldn't be a problem.

"... and wearing this cow bell." Again, she dug into the bag and pulled out an old-fashioned rectangular bell that she unwrapped from a towel, the kind that cows would wear around their neck so farmers could find them if they wondered off. I had no idea where she would have found that thing but I can see where the initiation got its name from. It would make a hell of a noise dangling from my neck as a ran and I'm guessing that the handcuffs were so I couldn't hold it to prevent it from ringing. This was the challenge. The janitors would surely here it echoing through the hollow gymnasium and through the empty halls of the school. Could I get around the track and out of here before we were caught? Although the stakes were getting higher I still felt I could pull this off.

"Oh," she finished, "and you have to be naked."

This made my breath catch in my throat. I couldn't speak. The three girls seemed to relish the uncomfortable grimace that blanched my face. They all glared at me waiting for me to do or say something.

When I finally managed to find my voice I managed, "You mean just bra and panties?"

"Nope. Tits, ass, puss, all out."

"I'm not doing that," I quickly said.

"I told you she wasn't going to make it into our club," Jennifer smirked to her friends as she started putting everything away in her bag. "I guess she really isn't that interested in hanging around with Jared."

So, she knew. I wondered if this was just a way to get me to admit it so she could make fun of me. The Plain Jane trying to win the heart of the handsome stud. All for nothing. Unless... I called her bluff and went through with it.

"Wait-" I had to think about this. "You guys really all did this? And nothing happened?"

They all nodded but Jennifer spoke. "We all did it and we didn't get caught. It was a close call a couple of times, once just getting out the back exit with the janitors hot on our heels but we pulled it off. You want to be one of us, this is the task. What's it going to be, Lisa?"

She mocking drew out my name as if calling me a chicken

I had a decision to make. Did I want to be part of their inner circle this bad? Be friends with them, not really. Spend more time with Jared, maybe get close to him, absolutely. But let's say I got caught, what were the consequences going to be? Detention, suspension, expulsion? Maybe arrested? How would I explain this to my parents? Running around naked in school after hours. Would they think I was demented enough that they would have me sent to a shrink, take me out of school? This could be very bad. The thickness hung between me and Jennifer in a stare that neither of us would break. This was a test of my nerve. My bravado. Was I a coward that would back down from a challenge? But if I pulled this off, how great would it be? I would be set up for the rest of my time in high school. I had come this far; did I have the guts to finish it?

"No pictures. Promise me that." God, I couldn't believe I was contemplating this. I had to be crazy to attempt this stunt.

"No pictures," Jennifer agreed, 'promise."

"Fuck!" I rarely cursed but this occasion called for it. I gave myself two more seconds to bail and head for the exit. I didn't have to do this. When they ticked past, I began to disrobe. A pile of my clothes filled the bench next to us; jacket, shirt, jeans, sneakers and socks. I stood there in my underwear. The only time I had been this undressed at school was getting ready for Phys Ed. Now I was about to lose my last shred of protection. Just being nude in front of them made me so nervous that my legs were shaking and I had to suddenly pee real bad. What would happen if the janitors nabbed me, naked and handcuffed, the slobs ogling me as I stood there for how long, waiting for the principal, the police, or my parents to show up and see me that way as well. Possibly even being walked into the police station with everything on display, being photographed that way from two angles with height lines behind me for permanent display on my record, tits out. I was hesitating, hoping she would say that they were just kidding and I had gone far enough and the test was over.

"Come on, Lisa. Are we doing this or not?" Jennifer had a greedy smile on her face, wanting me to continue. This was the point of no return. I either go for it or call it off. I reached behind me and unclipped the bra and popped it off placing it on top of the rest of my things. My breasts bounced out, nipples already as hard as pebbles with fear. Maria and Cindy giggled but Jennifer's eyes locked onto my tits. I actually had a tingle in my loins of sexual tension. What kind of a wierdo was I? My hands paused at my hips and then in one trembling motion I yanked them down and off, tossed it on the pile. One arm across my chest and the other blocking their view of my shaved snatch. My finger tips were moist with the juices that were bubbling up from inside me. If I were alone in my room and this was one of my fantasies my hand would be half buried into my cunt and I would be moments away from an orgasm. Was I actually living out one of my fantasies - naked at school? It wouldn't need it to be an imagination anymore, this shit was real. If I got out of this unscathed it would be a miracle. I could not believe I was going through with this.

"Turn around. Hands behind your back." Jennifer was as a matter of fact as a police officer arresting a suspect. Would this soon be my actual fate. I turned giving the three of them a clear view of my ass. She pulled my hands together and secured them with two clicks and then spun me around to stare at me, her eyes going up and down, lingering uncomfortably on the down. I had never been so vulnerable in all my life, completely exposed. And I was at her mercy. With a devilish smile on her face, she ran her hands up to my tits and snared both my nipples in a pincer grip between her thumb and finger. I groaned. A thought bloomed in my head like a nuclear mushroom cloud. Were these girls' all secret lesbians and they were now about to take me down in a rape orgy that I could not defend myself from. Had this been their game to get me in a compromised position. I was such an idiot for agreeing to this. Jennifer compressed my nips harder. I felt tears of pain starting to swell in my eyes. "Nice tits," she gritted between her teeth. It was a power thing. She wanted me to know that she was in charge of not only this situation but of the group. Undoubtedly, since she had heard that I was interested in Jared, she was letting me know that it was going to be hands off. She thought she was going to get him back and she was proving that there was no way I was interfering with that as she began to twist her wrists in opposite directions. I clenched my teeth not giving her the satisfaction of screaming. She was definitely making her point with one last glare into my face before finally releasing them. Letting go sent a fresh bolt of agony through me as my pink tips throbbed with shock and wetness began to run out of my slit and down my leg.

Then Jennifer took the cow bell. Just picking it up, the clapper gonged against the side once and the sound echoed around the empty space so loudly I cringed. What was this going to sound like banging like mad against my chest for a whole minute. The thought made me sick to my stomach. She put a lanyard around my neck and used a Carabiner to clip it into place. It laid cold against my skin between my neck and tits. The three girls looked at me with glee like they were watching their favorite reality show. Jennifer took me by the upper arms, turned me and pointed me to the stairs.

"You ready?" I wasn't, but I knew the best way to get this over with is to run as fast as I ever had before and get back down here and out of this place as quickly as I could. "Ok, you're on the clock. Go!" Jennifer swatted her palm into my bare ass so hard I leaped up two steps without knowing I did it and the metallic peal rang out like a cathedral bell. I charged up the stairs like my hair was on fire. The clanging after the first step was so deafening that I'm surprised it didn't wake up the whole community all around the school. It pealed through the gymnasium seemingly louder than any cheer that had happened on a winning shot of a basketball game. The gonging boomed in my ears making my head want to split, but I pushed on.

I hit the top step and turned onto the track and began to sprint. I had to keep my goals in focus. It was hard as the juices dripping from my pussy running down my thighs made them sticky as they rubbed against each other. I had so many conflicting emotions churning in me; fear, excitement, titillation, anger, anticipation. I had to keep my attention on my task. Run as fast as I can. Don't fall. Get out of there. I hit the first turn in a few short seconds and went around to the next straight away. I was trying to keep a stop watch flashing in my head and I was a quarter way done in the first ten/twelve seconds. I was doing OK. I reached the straight away and threw the after burners on. Oh, I could run. I wasn't a true athlete but I was sure I could have made the track team if I'd tried out.

Half way through the straight the bell bounced around to my back but was still screaming its chime with each stride for all the world to hear. I was just about to move into the next turn in good shape, halfway completed in under thirty seconds when I heard another sound that brought me to a complete stop. The slam of the gymnasium door. I looked down expecting to see the two janitors staring up at my naked form and I was sure this was the end of my life. Instead, I saw nothing. No one was there. I was about to continue my run not wanting to waste anymore precious time when it dawned on me what I was looking at. The door hadn't opened and closed and someone came in. It had opened and closed and someone had left. I looked to the base of the stairs by my starting point. Jennifer and the girls were gone. So were my clothes.

I booked it for the closest set of stairs, flew down praying I didn't tumble into a heap at the bottom, raced across the basketball court, and in my mind a flash of me flashing like this naked, while a game was going on, the stadium packed with other students and parents, all focused on me, and it sent a chill through me. The shit that the brain imagines in a crisis was baffling. I reached the bench where my clothes had been piled to see if they had been pushed on the floor, not that they would do me any good handcuffed like this. Nothing. I panicked for one second not sure what had happened or what I should do, the reverberation of the cow bell still pinging my ears. I mentally kicked myself in the ass and realized standing here doing nothing was the worst thing to do. I ran for the gymnasium doors.

I slowly pushed it open with my hip and stared out. I heard the janitors' voices. They were in the short distance somewhere around the corner to the left. They had obviously heard the commotion and were coming fast to investigate. I took off like a shot heading for the back exit where we had come in just a few short minutes ago. My bare feet padded against the linoleum giving me great traction but the wail of the bell bounced off me and along the halls and telegraphed my location for the janitors to follow. A few turns brought me to the long corridor with the back door at the end. There, Jennifer stood with Maria and Cindy dangling my clothes in the air as if they were controlling an air puppet. I gasped a sigh of relief. It had been a lousy trick but I guess this was all part of the initiation process. We could all still get out of here without anyone being the wiser if I could get to them, get uncuffed and dressed before the fat slow janitors caught up to us. I could do that. As I sprinted down the hall, my breath almost gagged me when I saw them bang open the back door and go outside. I went as fast as I could but I was still ten seconds away from reaching the door. How close were the janitors? They were probably puffing along, as fast as the ladened limbs could carry them. following the clang of the bell. Could I stay ahead of them?

I finally reached the door and barged through it and took a step. Jennifer and the girls were already out the back parking lot and across the street and still running. I went one step more and stopped and looked behind me as the door started to swing back. If it clicked closed there would be no way I could get back in to the school unless the janitors open the door back up and wouldn't that be revealing. But we had walked the ten blocks here from Jennifer's. If they kept running and stayed ahead of me, I would be running for ten blocks. Naked. Handcuffed. Ringing like all hell. Somebody was bound to see me. The chances of me cutting my foot or falling down over a pothole or a buckled sidewalk were pretty high. Cars with headlights on would pick me out like spotlights in a prison. Then what would I do, naked, bound, bleeding, hurt, caught. Should I take that risk?

I turned and hooked my foot into the door just before it closed fully and maneuvered it back open. One last look at my clothes disappearing with the girls and I almost vomited, but I went inside. As the door clicked closed, I heard one janitor yell, 'They're by the back door.'

Were the girls going to come back for me? I highly doubted it. It finally dawned on me that I had been a rube and the Cow Run was concocted just for me, to force me into this embarrassing situation. They had never done it. Jennifer didn't want me in the group. Didn't want me anywhere near Jared. This was her way to make me gone. I was a fool. A fool who was about to get in a whole lot of trouble the second the janitors came into the corridor and saw me tits and twat starring them in the face. I was about to run when I realized that running would only continue to alert them to my presence. If they thought the back door had been opened then maybe they would think whoever had caused the disturbance had left the building. If I could move just slow enough not to ring the damn bell, I might get away without them following me.

I was closer to the right hallway so I went that way. I took long evenly paced walking strides. The cow bell had rotated around on my neck in the rush for the back door and was now back on my chest again. As I stepped around the near corner, I heard they're heavy boots coming down the corridor towards the back door. I was one turn ahead of them. But the next corner at the end of the hall seemed like it was a mile away and I had to walk as they approached at a panicked run. If I didn't make it to the turn before they reached the back door and looked right, they would see my sweat-slicked shinning ass. I didn't help that all the hallway lights were still on illuminating me for them to see. I knew I could out run them but one tinkle from the bell and I was caught. So, it was a measured steady step. Puke was tickling my throat, my bladder was about to let go and I had to move like a debutant with a text book on her head, the way they had to learn etiquette a hundred years ago. I didn't think I was going to make it.