Winning Streak
Marley Quinn
Winning Streak
by Marley Quinn
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Winning Streak
by Marley Quinn
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Table of Contents
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Table of Contents
Planting the Seed
Unseen
Tyler
Retreat and Regret
Midnight Goddess
Taking the Plunge
The Hot Tub
Second Date
The Stroke
Surrendering
Snow Streak
Pins and Needles
Confession
Jolly Bean
Bare It
Inflection Point
Planting the Seed
Madison sighed as she got up from her seat and joined the shuffling queue of passengers to exit the plane.
On one hand, she was excited to be back home and see her family. And the crisp Michigan air would be a much-welcome relief from the sometimes unbearable mugginess of central Florida.
But on the other hand, everyone would be expecting her to regale them with stories of her triumphs at college, something that definitely hadn't happened.
When she'd first gotten accepted at Crestwood, she'd been over the moon. After years of grinding it out to get into a good school, that acceptance letter had felt like her ticket to a brighter, happier life.
The brochures had made it seem like bright young minds from around the country were having the times of their life on campus, but so far, Madison hadn't experienced any of it.
For one thing, most of the students seemed more interested in partying than doing any learning. And with her terminal shyness, Madison had found it hard to connect with her classmates.
And getting one of the rare single dorm rooms, which her mom had made out to be a stroke of good luck, had only further isolated her.
Every night, she could hear other girls hollering and whooping it up in the hallway while her only solace were her books, exactly like high school all over again, except this time her family was a thousand miles away.
"There she is! There's my big college girl," squealed her mother upon seeing her.
Despite her misgivings, Madison grinned as her mother embraced her in an enthusiastic hug.
"Hey, kiddo, good to see you," said her dad. "Your flight landed only four minutes late."
"Hey, Dad," said Madison, her heart warm in her chest.
"I hope you're hungry," said her mother. "Because I cooked up a real feast."
"She's not joking," said her father. "She set her alarm for four o'clock this morning, and she's been at it all day."
"Hey!" protested her mother. "Thanksgiving is a special time for family, and you know that."
"Yeah, yeah," said her father with a rueful smile. "Come on, honey, let me help you with that bag."
Seeing her old bedroom had made her heart hurt a little, but in a good way. The first thing Madison did was race to her dresser and pull out one of the sweaters her grandma had knitted for her when she was 12 or 13.
After seeing everyone parade around half-naked on campus for the past two months, it was nice to be back in a place where you could wear a big, comfortable sweater.
Later, looking around the table at all her relatives gathered, she realized just how lucky she was. Sure, she might still be the ugly duckling of the family, but at least she had a family, one that loved each other. Well, most of the time, anyway.
"Hey, hey," said her uncle Eric, a goofy grin on his face as he stood up and banged his fork against the side of his glass. "Jen, I want to say thank you for cooking us such a lovely meal today. Being the thankful little Indian that I am, I brought you a bottle of my finest homemade wine."
"Oh my," muttered her father.
"Wow, Eric, thank you," said her mother. "I know Christopher is probably going to give me the stink eye, but hey, it's Thanksgiving, right?"
"Come on, brother, what do you say?" said her uncle Eric. "It's the holidays. Let's all let our hair down a little."
"Eh, it's fine," said her father, knowing when he'd been beaten.
Madison grinned as she watched her uncle uncork the big glass jug and pour her mother a generous cup of the sparkling white wine. Madison politely passed when her uncle offered to pour her a glass as well, just happy to see everyone getting along.
It didn't take long for the after-dinner conversation to get more boisterous, and Madison could see by the redness of her mother's cheeks that the wine was having its effect.
Her dad, instead of slipping off to his study, had gotten into the holiday spirit, nodding along as they swapped anecdotes from their youth.
"Hey, since Madison's a college girl now," said her uncle Eric, raising his glass. "Maybe it's time she learned exactly how her parents met when they were in school."
"Oh, there's nothing to tell," said her mother with a dismissive gesture. "We were both studying for finals in the library. He made eyes at me and then spilled his drink on my papers, yadda, yadda. She already knows."
"No, she only knows the sanitized story you two cooked up," said her uncle Eric with a boozy grin. "Maddie, do you want to know the real story?"
"Yes, please," said Madison, nodding enthusiastically.
"Come on, Chris, it's all right. She's a big girl now," said her uncle Eric.
"Fine," said her dad. "But just so you know, that was a different era, honey."
"Oh gosh, now I'm really curious," said Madison. "Spill the tea, Mom. What happened?"
"Very well," said her mom, a bit wobbly on her feet. "The part that we left out was that your father first laid eyes on me when I was doing one of my streaks."
"Your what?" said Madison, confused.
"She was like Nike, the winged goddess of victory," said her father, a dreamy smile on his face.
"Okay, look, I know it'll sound crazy," said her mother. "But one of the ways we used to protest stuff, like the war or whatever, was to take off our clothes and go running across campus."
"What?" said Madison, her eyes wide with surprise.
"Yeah, we called it streaking," said her mother. "I guess because you have to book it. God knows, I was running as fast as my feet could carry me. That air was cold! I remember my nipples were as hard as a rock."
"Hell yeah," said her uncle Eric with a booming laugh.
"Oh my," said her father, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head.
"Anyway, so there I was, buck ass naked, running past the west quad," said her mother, turning to face her father. "And this little pervert saw me and decided to stalk me and find out who I was."
"No!" squealed Madison.
"Yep," said her mother with a grin. "And so he followed me that night and set up next to me at the library on purpose."
"Please, honey, don't ever let a guy do that to you," said her father. "As I said, those were different times."
"And then what happened?" said Madison, breathless.
"Apparently, he thought that batting his eyes at me would be enough to make me swoon," said her mother with a laugh. "But when that didn't work, the little stinker came over and poured his Jolt cola all over my fucking chemistry textbook."
"I swear, that wasn't my plan," said her father, his eyes twinkling with merriment. "I was so nervous that when I opened my mouth to ask her for her number, my hand spazzed out, and I dropped my drink."
"See? Now that's what we Italians call amore puro!" declared her uncle Eric.
"Eric, you goofball, you're about as Italian as a pineapple pizza," said her mother with a laugh. "But yeah, that's how it happened, Madison. Now you know, your father is a little sicko."
"Hey!" protested her father.
"Mom, wait, you're really telling me you were running naked across campus?" said Madison. "Like, naked, naked?"
"Oh, that's only the tip of the iceberg of what she got up to in college," said her uncle Eric with a booming chuckle. "The real mystery is how she ever fell for a nerd like my brother."
"Hey, that's enough about me for one night," said her mother. "Madison, you just ignore your uncle Eric, okay? Sure, I may have gotten a little crazy at times, but I also studied my ass off. Grades are what's most important, not silly stunts."
"Don't worry, Mom," said Madison, feeling her cheeks flush with heat. "I would never do anything like that. I don't even like exposing my legs."
"I know, honey," said her mother, a wistful smile on her face. "You take after your father in that way."
"And that's a good thing," said her father, tapping the side of his head. "It's what's up here that'll take you far in life."
The topic of conversation soon drifted onto other things, and as her mother and her uncle continued to plug away at the wine, Madison felt herself growing sleepy, so she excused herself.
But as she lay there in her old bed, she just couldn't get the image of her mother running naked across campus out of her mind. Why couldn't she have inherited at least a fraction of her mother's bubbly courage?
But no, Madison was a shy bookworm just like her father. It was so unfair. As much as she loved learning, she also wanted a social life, too.
Unseen
A week later, back at campus, Madison felt her optimism beginning to dwindle.
Keeping up her grades was hard enough, but trying to spark up some kind of social life was proving impossible.
Even the freshman mixers she'd attended had yielded no results. Poorly attended, they were just a bunch of kids as nervous as she was standing around and gulping down cups of knockoff Kool-Aid.
What could she do? She'd tried approaching other girls in class, offering to form a study group. But they'd taken one look at her outdated clothes and mousy brown hair and turned their backs on her, claiming that they were too busy or had other plans, even though she'd seen them once laughing and joking around in one of the library's conference rooms that were specifically reserved for study groups.
It was all just so hopeless. The girls on campus were just so much prettier than she was, darting about in their miniskirts and crop tops, soaking up the hot Florida sun on their bare skin.
What guy would even look at her, the mopey weird girl too shy to even wear shorts? Not even her generous chest was of much use when she refused to wear anything but big, baggy tops.
Thrashing around in bed one night, sleep as elusive as always, a strange vision came into her mind. It was the quad of Crestwood University, but the colors were bright, almost too bright, and the hairstyles of the students were all different.
Just then, her mother came bounding out of the east annex, sun glinting on her hair as she ran naked across the grass, arms up, hollering and whooping with joy.
The students lounging in the quad smiled, some of them cheering on her mother as she shouted something about peace on Earth until she reached the other side and disappeared from view.
Madison sat up in bed, her nightgown clammy against her skin. Was that the solution, then? To go streaking, as her mom had called it? That was crazy, right? I mean, everyone would think she was some kind of escaped mental patient.
Yet the more she turned the idea over in her head, the greater its appeal grew. Her pulse began to race, and she felt a strange sense of excitement.
No one had laughed when her mother had streaked. In fact, they'd all cheered her on. Even her father had been drawn to her uninhibited display of liberation.
Yes, maybe streaking naked was exactly what she needed to do to jolt something loose. Clearly, hiding away in her cubby at the library wasn't working, and neither was anything else she'd tried.
What was the worst that could happen if she ran naked across campus? People wouldn't like her anymore? Ha! She already had no friends as it was.
But still, though, the thought of being exposed like that had her stomach all twisted up in knots. Just the thought of a stranger's eyes roaming up and down her body was overwhelming.
Yet mixed in with all the fear and anxiety was a bright pulse of eagerness. Maybe it was the feverish temperatures in her dorm room, but a part of her actually wanted to go do something nuts.
Could she actually go through with it, though? That was the real question. Madison got out of bed and decided to give it a practice try in the privacy of her room.
Trembling, she pulled off her nightgown and then stepped out of her underwear, letting herself remain naked for more than five seconds for the first time in years.
Wow, it wasn't so bad, was it? In fact, it felt kind of thrilling, moving and walking around without a stitch of clothing on. She felt freer and more loose, no longer encumbered by heavy fabric rubbing against her skin. Testing herself, Madison began doing turns and pirouettes, relishing the lightness she felt.
But prancing around naked like a fool in her dorm room was one thing, and doing it in public was something else. To go running across the quad, she'd have to first walk out into the hallway, and what if one of her dorm mates saw her? They'd probably go running straight to the RA to report that the weird girl in room 11 had flipped her gourd.
No, no, as much as it was an exciting fantasy, there was just no way she could do it. It was all a stupid impulse brought on by her mother's story during Thanksgiving.
Maybe that was something her confident, outgoing mother could get away with, but not quiet little Madison, the girl who had almost peed herself when Steve McAllister had kissed her behind a tree on the seventh-grade field trip.
Yet just as she went to pick up her nightgown to put it back on, something stayed her hand. The air was quite warm, and a little voice whispered in her head that she'd be much more comfortable remaining naked.
A little shiver ran down her spine as Madison realized that her nipples had grown hard during her little reverie, a sensation that was both slightly painful and yet also very stimulating.
Still tormented by the desire to break free of her chains, she paced around her room, unable to decide what to do. Her modesty and dignity were pretty much all that she had left.
If she went and streaked across campus, she'd be reduced to a circus freak. And if someone reported her, the administration would probably send her to counseling, worried that she was having a mental breakdown or something.
But the funny thing is that she didn't feel like she was having a mental breakdown. Instead, there was a sense of elation in her chest, as if she'd been waiting to do this all of her life. It was the spirit of adventure moving her, not a crushing sense of being overwhelmed.
Feeling bolder than she ever had, Madison marched over to her desk and rooted around in her purse until she found a coin. If it landed on heads, then the fates wanted her to go through with it. If it landed on tails, then she'd put this foolish notion behind her and go back to bed.
Her heart in her throat, she launched the coin in the air, watching as it bounced and spun on her desk for a moment before coming to rest.
Scarcely daring to look, Madison peeked through her fingers and saw that it had landed on heads.
"Fuck it," muttered Madison to herself. "Let's do this!"
Before her courage could melt away, Madison opened her door a crack and peered out. She could hear a couple of girls talking in low voices at the end of the hallway, but there was no one in the immediate vicinity.
As quick as a wink, she bounded into the hallway and then raced for the door to the stairwell. The concrete steps were cold and hard beneath her feet as she bounded down to the ground floor. Madison pushed on the metal bar and then stepped out into the night air, relieved to see there was not a soul in sight.
Madison let out a little shriek as she went running across the grass, her tits flopping and bouncing around as she raised her arms in triumph.
Waves of exhilaration ran down her spine as she rounded the corner and headed to the library. Yes! This was the most amazing thing she had ever done, and she was loving every second of it.
Here and there, she could see lights on, indicating that someone was having a late-night study session. But down on ground level, the campus was deserted, only a few shadowy figures in the distance as people shuffled home.
Bracing herself for some surprised reactions, Madison ran past the library, whooping and grinning. But there was no one to startle, her panting the only form of company as she came to a stop, her chest heaving.
After pausing for a moment to catch her breath, Madison turned around and began running back to her dorm. The feeling of euphoria was still there, but with no one to witness her daring act of transgression, the whole experience was rapidly becoming anticlimactic.
As much as she'd dreaded the judgment of others, now she was actively hoping that she'd come across at least one person, someone to surprise. But there was no one, just her alone out there like some mad nudist fitness enthusiast.
Her heart was pounding as she reached the door to her dorm building. Letting herself in, she saw that the stairwell was still and quiet. Her muscles were aching as she slowly climbed the stairs, using the handrail to help pull her up.
Disappointingly, there was no grand finale when she got to her floor. The hallway was empty, the only sound the buzzing of a malfunctioning overhead fluorescent light. With a sigh, Madison let herself into her room, sweat coursing down her body.
Well, she'd done it, and she was proud of herself for going through with it. But at the same time, the whole thing had been one giant dud.
She hadn't caught the eye of a cute guy, and she hadn't even turned any heads. She'd pulled off the craziest stunt of her entire life, and it had all been for nothing.
Doing her best to towel herself dry, Madison reluctantly slipped her nightgown back on and got into bed.
Maybe her bold experiment had failed, but at least she'd gotten in a good workout. And it wasn't long before exhaustion overcame her and she slipped into a deep and dreamless sleep.
Tyler
Over the next few days, Madison alternated between deep despair and giddy excitement.
On one hand, her bold experiment to run across campus had gone unnoticed and was, therefore, a failure. But the very fact that she'd gone through with it instead of chickening out was a major accomplishment unto itself.
If she could do something as crazy as go streaking, what else was she capable of? Maybe her crippling shyness didn't have to be a lifelong condition.
But despite her boost in self-confidence, her courage abandoned her every time she tried to do something new.
One day, in class, she'd discreetly hiked up her skirt until her calves were showing, but the moment that one of the other girls looked her way, she'd dropped her skirt back down, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.
She'd also tried smiling at a cute boy who worked behind the counter in the cafeteria. But when he smiled back at her, she'd turn and fled, cringing inside at her cowardice. She'd gone and done the impossible by running naked across campus, but she felt locked inside her prison of timidity.
Eventually, Madison concluded that the only way to break out of the impasse was to go streaking a second time.
There was something about wearing clothes that was blocking her from being the plucky, fearless woman that she wanted to be. The moment that fabric touched her skin, it was like a signal was sent to her brain, telling her to be afraid.
But another midnight run without witnesses would probably crush her forever, so Madison decided to go all-in and risk a daring streak across campus in the middle of the day.
Safely ensconced in her dorm room, she turned the idea over and over again in her mind. Did she really have what it took to go through with it?
But then she reminded herself that she really had nothing to lose. If she didn't do something soon, she was going to be doomed to four years of solitude and boredom, to say nothing of the frustration of never landing a boyfriend.
It wasn't the warm afternoon sun that had her perspiring as she stepped out of her clothes and carefully laid them on a chair. It was the shock of knowing she was going to an execution.
One way or another, a part of her was about to die, and she fervently hoped it was her lack of a social life, not her dignity and self-respect.
Once she was naked, she did a few stretches to limber herself up. This time, there were definitely going to be witnesses, as the quad outside was full of students walking or lounging around on the grass.
Despite all the risks, a shiver of pleasure ran down her spine. The transformation that came over her whenever she got naked was truly astonishing. Unencumbered by the rules of fashion and society, she felt free. Even her boobs no longer felt like an embarrassment but a natural part of her female endowment.
"Showtime," she muttered to herself, rubbing her hands together briskly for a moment as she walked over to the door.
Before she could chicken out, she made herself fling open the door and jump into the hallway. A girl was standing just a few feet away, but to Madison's surprise, she scarcely noticed that her neighbor was now parading around without any clothes on.
As quick as a wink, Madison ran down the stairs, passing two girls on the way who were so busy chatting amongst themselves that they didn't even look at her. Madison chuckled as she threw open the door to the quad, springing forth into the bright sunlight with a grin on her face.
At long last, she got a reaction to her nudity, one young man's jaw dropping open as she blazed past. Soon, Madison saw that she was turning heads, some people reacting with amazement while others almost seemed to have a look of jealousy on their faces.
Legs pumping, Madison turned the corner toward the library. She raised her arms above her and let out a triumphant shout. The hot Florida sun felt glorious on her bare skin, and the fact that she was garnering so much attention from people felt absolutely wonderful.
And then she saw him slouched against a wall near the edge of the library, wearing a pair of oversized shorts and a T-shirt that hugged his well-toned frame. But it was the expression on his face that really caught her eye, his lips curled up in amusement as she headed his way.
He was easily the cutest boy she'd seen on campus. On impulse, she stopped and jogged backwards, a grin on her face as she watched him watch her.
"Hey there," said Madison, shocked by her boldness. "Like what you see?"
The boy's eyes went wide for a moment, but then he nodded, his gaze hungrily roaming up and down her body.
"Good!" said Madison with a giggle before zooming off.
When she got to the end of the library, she turned around, startling a group of professors into dropping their papers.
Madison laughed and then headed back straight to where she'd seen the cute boy. This time, he had his jaw jutted out as if accepting a challenge.
"Hey, who are you?" he called out as she approached.
"You'll have to give me your number to find out!" cried Madison happily as she ran past him.
"Wait, hold on!" said the boy, turning to follow her.
Madison ran like the wind, her long brunette hair flowing in the breeze as she dashed back toward her dorm building. The boy, no slouch in the athletic department, caught up with her just as she reached the archway leading to the stairwell back up to her room.
"Oh my gosh, you're nuts," he said, grinning from ear to ear.
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not," said Madison, her heart pounding in my chest.
"Please! Don't run off until I give you my number," said the boy.
"I'm afraid I don't have my phone with me," said Madison, grinning as she did a pantomime of checking her pockets.
The boy, however, was undaunted and whipped out a pen from his backpack. He then took her hand and wrote down his digits. Just having such an attractive man touch her in an intimate way like that caused Madison's whole body to buzz with excitement.
"My name's Tyler," said the boy, his sparkling green eyes directly meeting her gaze.
"Madison," said Madison, breathless.
"Call me!" called out Tyler as she shot past him and into the stairwell.
Her leg muscles burning, Madison propelled her way back up to her floor and dove for the cover of her room. Thankfully, the hallway was unoccupied, allowing her to escape back to safety unchallenged.
It was only once the door was firmly shut behind her did she allow herself to give out a loud whoop of joy. She'd done it!
Not only had she gone running naked across campus, but she'd marched straight up to a cute boy and talked to him, bold as brass.
If she had been wearing clothes, she would've been blushing from head to toe if he had so much as glanced in her direction. But fully naked, she'd shamelessly flirted with him. And, as a result, she now had his number, although the digits were starting to get smudged from the sweat.
Madison dashed over to her desk and quickly jotted down Tyler's number before it could get lost. She then used one hand to cover her mouth as she jumped up and down, squealing for joy.
This was easily the most amazing day of her young life, and it was all because she'd had the guts to emulate her mother and go for a streak across campus.
As much as Madison loved her father, she was excited to discover that maybe there was a part of her mother inside of her after all. The only question was whether her newfound courage would fail her when it came time to call Tyler.
But that was a problem for later. As for now, it was time to lie down on her bed, arms and legs outstretched, soaking in the glorious endorphins coursing through her body.