Date: Thu, 13 Feb 2003 20:29:46 -0000
From: Gadfly <cdngadfly@usa.net>
Subject: Sowing Wild Oats, Ch.4

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Ch. 5: Sauna Sprints

Rob made it to the sauna without seeing anyone. It was never busy
this late at night, and with the campus almost deserted, the quiet
was not surprising. The sauna was off, and would take 5 minutes to
warm up. Not knowing what else to do, he decided to have a shower
while he waited for Rick and the sauna. He was definitely having an
adventure now. No clothes, no access to any, and basically at Rick's
mercy. What was Rick going to do next, he wondered?

And then there was tomorrow night's 'exhibition game' for Mary and
Beth. They were lucky tonight that Mary and Beth were the only ones
that caught them. Would they be even more exposed tomorrow? Would
George and Ron play along, or would the whole thing turn out to be
an embarrassing mess? He felt himself get even more aroused, but
didn't want to cheat on Rick's rules. Where was Rick anyway?

Meanwhile, Rick made his way to Rob's room, not running into anyone.
Of course, this was the easy part: going back naked, without even
the bundle of clothes for a shield, was going to be more intense. He
put both sets of shoes and socks and the tennis gear on Rob's bed,
and tossed the shirt and shorts into Rob's closet. Sitting down at
the desk, he grabbed some paper and wrote a note:

   "This is Rob's room key. Mine is locked inside my room.
   Both our roomies are gone until Sunday night. Both of us
   are naked, and have no chance of changing that before
   our doubles game. The stakes for the bet are your
   clothes and all the room keys - they stay at the side of
   the court during the match. I beat Rob tonight for the
   same stakes - the proof is his jockstrap in the tree by
   the court. I suggest also that the losers lose their
   body hair - as we're already naked, I wouldn't want you
   to think you're the only ones with something to lose.
   But it's up to you - bring shaving gear if you agree.
   Hope you're up to it, but if you're not, please bring us
   Rob's room key at least. Our shoes, socks and tennis
   gear are on Rob's bed - we'll need them, or it won't be
   much of a match. It was a real rush for both of us, and
   you'll find it beats being bored. We figure it's our
   last chance for sowing wild oats before we join the rest
   of the grey suits. If we don't show, we may be in jail,
   so please bail us out. Prepare to be thrashed and
   shaved."

He signed it, stuck Rob's key to the page with tape, and put it in
an envelope. Fortunately, George's room was in the same dorm, so
he'd have no trouble getting it under George's door, as long as he
escaped capture. As long as he still had the envelope, they weren't
committed, and he could beat a hasty retreat, but the envelope
wasn't much of a shield. Making sure he had the envelope, he peeked
out into the hall - all clear. Rick stepped out and pulled the door
shut - it locked. Then, he heard voices. He moved off quickly in the
opposite direction, debating whether to go back in and wait - no,
Rob would be getting impatient. He made the stairwell before anyone
appeared and then headed up one floor.

The hallway looked clear; he heard nothing. He quickly moved down to
George's room, and shoved the envelope under the door. Now
committed, he wondered if George was even there and poised his hand
to knock. He paused - what was he doing? Shrugging, he banged on the
door, poised to run, listening closely for any response. He heard a
"Who's there?" Rick yelled "Special delivery!" and sprinted for the
stairwell. He heard a door open just as he made it to the stairwell,
but didn't stop, heading straight down for the basement. Heart
thumping, he wouldn't have heard the Mormon Tabernacle Choir if they
were performing on the stairs, so it was good luck, not good
judgement that he remained undetected until he got to the sauna.

Rob was aghast. Were they discovered? "What..."

Rick cut him off, and between pants, said "into the sauna, now. I'll
explain..." as he headed in himself.

Rob waited impatiently for Rick to get his breath back, noticing
that Rick's member was throbbing intensely, and felt his own start
to do the same "Are we on the run - hey, where's my room key?"

"S'ok. I shoved it under George's door with a note. Nothing
happened. I'm just spooked. Let me get my breath."

"So now we really are stuck, unless we streak to George's room and
ask for my key?"

"You got it, Pontiac." Rick seemed to have regained control, and
carried on. "The note told George about the bet and challenged Ron
and him. I also asked them to look for us if we didn't show, in case
we get into a mess. I gave him the key, so he could bring our shoes
and gear. That way, we're committed, but don't have to carry all
that stuff around."

"Carry it around? Are we going somewhere? Did you mention Mary and
Beth?"

"No, I didn't mention them, as I thought it would spook them. Let it
come as a surprise. Mary and Beth might be just the thing for making
them go along with it, if they're not sure. Yeah, we're going
somewhere - I'm not sure where, but we can't stay here. The note
told George that we're naked and locked out, and it won't take him
long to figure on trying the sauna. He's no dummy."

"So what if he finds us? He'll see us on the court tonight."

"Think for a minute, will ya? It's one thing to back down from a
challenge, quite another to find some of your friends naked and
helpless, when you've got a mischievous streak like George does. I
think we'd find ourselves tied up and photographed, or worse. We'd
not get the doubles game, and probably would not have much fun being
the butt of everyone else's fun for a few hours. Remember, George
and the rest are probably drunk as skunks right now, just like we'd
be if we hadn't decided to play tennis. So, we'd better think fast
about where to go, and it's got to be outside this building, 'cause
George will find us if we're in it."

"Shit, you're right. If I were in George's shoes, I'd be looking for
us now. Let's go sauna hopping - how about Samuels college? You
don't need a dorm key to get in there, and if we make it there, we
should be safe there for a while. We'd at least have enough time to
think before it occurs to George - if he's drunk."

"OK, let's go." Rick got up. "George'll be drunk all right, he said
he was joining a bunch down at the Old Grindstone tonight, and you
know what that means." Somewhat more cautiously than he arrived,
Rick headed out of the sauna with Rob following close behind. They
heard footsteps on the stairs as they exited the building. They took
off across the quad, hoping to escape what they were sure was George
hot on their trail.