Truth or Dare

She held the key tightly in her hand and pressed the silver button – like a switchblade revealing, nervously tracing her fingers back and forth over the jagged edges of the firm steel. It felt good in her hand. Traffic wasn’t bad for a Friday night, but her mind was racing making it difficult to…

Pulling the heavy door open, the smell of queso and beer washed over her – and the sounds of some guy playing a guitar and singing beach tunes echoed from the back corner of the bar. He was rockin’ one of those Hawaiian shirts and working on his ponytail.

Scanning. Scanning. “Fuck – they better be here.” And then a familiar smile followed by a hand waiving her over to their table.

“You’re late. That’s gonna cost you,” he grinned.

“I’m not late. You were early. And besides,” she shot back, sliding her hand in the air from her shoulders to her waist “wasn’t it worth the wait?”

Their friends laughed as the waitress approached to bring the four of them upstairs. They grabbed their drinks and followed the woman. The booth was in the back – far enough to still hear the music, but not close enough to be annoyed by it. Perfect.

“Since you got here so early and started without me,” she quipped, “why don’t you order me something to drink. I need to use the ladies’ room – I’ll be right back.” This was an excuse, mostly she wanted to make sure she looked good. Freshen the lip gloss, brush aside the runaway lock of hair.

“What happened to your friends,” she asked upon return. “Oh, they decided they wanted to go see the 8 o’clock movie instead of the 10. They’re out.” he said matter-of-factly. She gazed suspiciously at him – “Uh huh.” He smiled.

When their dinner came he said, “Okay, since this is the first time I’ve been able to steal you away for the evening,” he laughed, “I need to answer all the questions, learn all of the spicy details, uncover your darkest secrets! Are you ready for…truth or dare?”

She burst into laughter, mocking him just a little, and said ““HA! No way you’re getting me to play that game – I know your tricks.”

“C’mon, it’ll be fun! I’ll even let you go first.”

“Fine, I’ll take a trip back to 9th grade with you, but you asked for it – truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

She froze, her brain wandering to and fro, trying to come up with the best question but drawing a blank. She wasn’t used to this kind of thing. Panicking, she stalled by taking a healthy dose of island drink #3. She hit a particularly strong pocket of rum and then just fired away – “I heard a rumor that you were hooking up with one of the girls in the office – how was she?” She was proud of herself for coming up with such a good question under pressure.

He laughed, paused, and then just said “6 out of 10.” —

She shot back incredulously, “WHAT?!? Multiple people have told me she’s a nympho and amazing in the sack – are you sure it isn’t you who’s the 6 out of 10?” she laughed out loud at him as she said it.

“Okay, okay – you want to play rough? My turn – how long can you hold your breath?”

“What?” she asked, puzzled.

“How long can you hold your breath?

“I don’t know – a minute, maybe two? Why?”

“Just curious. Okay, your turn.”

– The waitress cleared the table and brought the dessert menu – “Who has room?”

“Truth or dare?, she asked, feeling powerful all of a sudden. “Truth.”

“How many women have you been with?” – is this the standard girl question or what?

“Enough to be very good at what I do,” he said confidently, “but not so many that you won’t respect me.”

“What makes you think I respect you?” she taunted him.

Two forks and one very large piece of chocolate mousse with heapings of whipped cream came to the table, and half of it ended up in a take-home box.

His turn. “Dare,” she said, taking him by surprise.

“Awesome – I want you to do a fireball shot with me!” As she threw it back, the heat and thick cinnamon flavor from the fireball coated her throat with warmth. She could feel it in her face – a happy buzz.

“If you had to choose between only ever “giving” or only ever “getting” – which would you choose?” she tested. “Oh, definitely give,” he assured her.

“Good answer.”

He repeated the game’s question – “Truth,” she said, “I can’t handle another fireball right now.”

Standing up he came over to her side of the table and sat next to her – they had been sitting across from one another for most of the night.

“What are you doing?” she interrogated him, half freaking, half tingling.

“I can’t say this too loud, so I’m going to whisper it.” he told her.

He sat down in the chair next to hers, turned towards her and leaned in, whispering in her ear:

“What I really want to know…what’s been on my mind all night is…what color are your panties?” Such a naughty boy question, but his cologne smelled good and his breath on her ear and neck shot electricity through her.

“DARE!,” she exclaimed, changing her mind on a dime and laughing wildly.

“Okay,” he looked at her slyly and without missing a beat said – “Show me them.”

Uh oh. In an attempt to dodge the panty question, she walked right into the panty dare. Such a rookie mistake. The rules of Truth or Dare are clear – if you ask for the dare, you have to do it.

“I have to go to the ladies room!” – “Coward!, he laughed at her as she ran to the restroom.

Think fast – think fast! She came out of the bathroom 5 minutes later like nothing had ever happened.

“Okay, we ready to go? I need to be up early” she lied.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, you’re not getting off that easy, lady. You owe me a dare!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she giggled at him and said “Okay, my turn.” He laughed at her. As they were talking, he sat to her left and his body was turned in to her, his right hand resting on the back of her chair and his left hand teetering on the corner of the table.

She asked: “What’s the one thing you haven’t done with a girl that you really want to do?”

Like a 14-year old he gleefully exclaimed – “Have two of them at once!” She groaned at his adolescent charm.

His turn: “Okay, I saw you put something in your pocket when you were coming out of the ladies room. I demand to know what you have in those pockets!”, he joked with her.

“If you want to know so bad, why don’t you find out for yourself?” she challenged. He paused for a good long time. “Now who’s the coward?” she laughed, her eyes fixed on his.

And then she felt his left hand on her knee.

Slowly he tiptoed each finger up the front of her left leg until his pinky reached her pocket. He was being a gentleman, but this was hot. Slipping his finger inside the pocket, he said “need to be sure you’re not hiding anything illegal in there” and he moved it back and forth deliberately. He could feel the heat building. She was holding her breath. “Nothing here.”

His left index finger followed, tracing its way from her left pocket, up to the waistline of her jeans, across the top, brushing across the soft skin of her stomach, and coming to a brief pause above her button. Continuing on, he found her right pocket and slipped two fingers in this time. Brave boy.

“What do we have here,” he asked as his fingers surfaced in front of them to reveal a pair of teal panties in his hand.

“Do you always carry an extra pair with you?” he teased.

“What makes you think I have an extra pair?

“Two more fireballs, please!” he beckoned to the waiter.

The bouncer opened the door for them as they left the restaurant and moved to the parking lot. “We can’t leave right now; we just had those fireballs.” She jumped up onto his back, calling for a piggy-back ride. “Carry me!” she demanded, choking him with her arms and wrapping her legs tightly around his hips, her purse in one hand and the carry-out bag in the other. He lumbered towards their cars and they talked for another couple of minutes. “Let me show you the car,” he told her, “you haven’t seen it yet.” As they approached his new car, still in full piggy-back formation, she dismounted, sliding her body down his back and to the pavement.

“You want to show me your new toy, huh?” she goaded him.

“I do,” he shot back, “but you’ll have to settle for a tour of my car.” As her mind raced thinking about what other toys he was talking about, she climbed into the passenger side of his hot new ride.

“Let’s see what this thing can do,” she said, “but don’t go too far, I really do need to get home soon.”

The engine purred and she remembered running her fingers over the strong steel of her own car keys earlier. He didn’t need a key, all he had to do was be close and push the right button. She realized in the moment that she hadn’t actually inhaled in a while and let out a tiny gasp to catch her breath.

“The car has that effect on most women, not just you,” he flirted.

He pulled back into the parking lot and parked away from the restaurant, under the canopy of several trees, away from the bright lights. “Now let me show you what these buttons do. And, if you’re a really good girl, I might even let you touch them.”

“Truth or Dare” she blurted out.

“Oh, we’re playing that again? – Truth.”

“Have you ever measured your penis – how big is it?” Typical.

“DARE!” he stammered, changing his own mind this time.

“Fine…. show me.” she whispered.

Game on.

Forgetting his fancy car controls, he turned into her and she met him, lips mashing together as their tongue’s swirled around one-another, engaged in a world-class version of Twister. He couldn’t get his tongue deep enough into her mouth, nor she into his. He held his hand up to the right side of her face as she continued deep French-kissing him. My god, she did feel like she was in 9th grade again. He smelled so good and her feet were still warm and tingly from the fireball – or at least she thought it was from the fireball.

Her hand dropped to his knee and his hand dropped to her shoulder. He pulled away from their gnashing and moved a few inches south to kiss the side of her neck and trace the outline of her ear with his tongue, blowing fire as he did. She was electrified and he was revving his engine.

She wore a light summer top that rested loosely on her shoulders. As his lips worked down from her ear, back over her neck, and down to her shoulder, he gently slid her blouse over her right shoulder, gauging her reaction as he got more familiar. She responded by sliding her hand further up along the side of his thigh, squeezing gently at every inch.

As his left fingers traced back and forth across her now bare right shoulder, they resumed making out, tongues deeply entrenched and flickering madly. Her hand moved another inch, followed by another playful squeeze and he nonchalantly brushed his fingertips along the top of her shoulder and began moving faintly down across her breasts, ready to apologize if he was moving too far.

She reacted by letting out an audible, soft moan, and in the moment she moved aggressively into him, her hand sliding all the way up his jeans, carefully tracing the outline of his penis with her right index finger before she grabbed it gently and gave it another squeeze.

If it was humanly possible, he kissed her even more deeply and slid his left hand under her shirt to enjoy the softness. Back to her neck, he took a moment away from her body to reach down and recline her seat, lower and further back she went, out of site and blissfully vulnerable.

He moved quickly to slide her shirt up and she obliged by raising her hands over her head. As she did, he clenched her wrists together and said “As it turns out, hiding a teal thong in your jeans is a violation and I’m afraid I’m going to have to put you under arrest. He opened the glove compartment and pulled out a pair of fuzzy handcuffs that he used to “secure” her wrists to the bars of her head rest.

“Do you always travel with a pair of fuzzy handcuffs?”, she whispered, submitting herself to him.

“Never leave home without ‘em. I’m gonna to need to frisk you now.”

She closed her eyes as both of his hands had their way, fingertips teasing the tops of her breasts as they slid underneath the cup of her strapless bra. He peeled both cups down and away, leaving them to rest on her midsection as she lay bare-chested at his mercy.

He leaned down to engulf her left nipple in his mouth –gently sucking until it was rock hard, and he swirled all around, sending pulses down. His left hand caressed her right nipple and he alternated back and forth with his hands and mouth until he was satisfied that she was fully erect and that his lips and tongue had visited every square inch.

Back to the deep kissing, his left hand traced a slow line from her right knee, northbound. Apparently he was still wondering if everything was in play. If the sensation between her thighs was any indication, all things were possible. She slid down as much as she could to meet his wandering fingertips, the warmth from her jeans giving the air conditioner a run for its money.

He taunted her by gently brushing his three fingertips over her zipper, pausing every few seconds to linger. His tongue was working on her right ear as he traced back and forth. She whimpered “oh my god, you’re killing me.” This was his invitation.

Sliding both hands once more magically over her naked breasts, he slid his hand underneath her back and unhooked her bra, tossing it to the side. Soft, wet kisses moved from the center of her chest in a straight line all the way to just above where her jeans were buttoned. She was starting to squirm a little and…

“Wait a minute!”, he said out loud, the reality of the situation dawning on him through the heat of the fireball, the haze of the evening.

“You aren’t wearing any panties. You are a very, very bad girl.”

Maybe if you’re a really bad boy, I’ll let you spank me” she said.

Deftly he released each button from its restraint and slowly unzippered her pants, leaving them wide open. He slid his entire hand into her pants and slowly inserted a finger into her pussy. She was so wet that it was coming through her pants and he was in heaven.

“I’m going to enjoy this” he whispered in her ear as she melted into the seat. “Not as much as I am,” she thought to herself.

Everything was so slippery; she had been turned on for more than an hour now and this was putting her in hyperdrive. He buried two fingers inside and thrust slowly in and out, using his thumb to brush against her clit. As his thumb circled her clit and his fingers moved expertly in and out of her, fast, then slow. “Don’t stop, keep going” she panted to the rhythm of his left hand against her. Her body went rigid, her stomach heaving, as wave after wave of heat, and tension, exploded from inside her. He was definitely going to need to steam clean these seats!

After giving her a moment to catch her breath, his fingers began to stimulate her again. “Please just take them off,” she begged. Sliding her chair back another 6 inches, he positioned himself in the wheel well on her side of the car – who knew this love machine was so spacious?

His hands slid under her ass and pulled her pants up and over her knees. Her open pussy was exposed to his tongue as her legs sat suspended over his head. He stuck it straight in and his tongue was long. She writhed on the seat, desperately trying to break free so her pants could come off. He laughed as he left her jeans in a heap on the floor and he went to work, running his tongue up and down her folds, flicking her clit like clockwork, still sliding fingers in and out, pushing firmly against her G-spot.

Insanely, he stopped. She let out an audible, frustrated grumble and commanded him to keep licking her. But he just reached over her into the back seat, pulling out the leftover dessert. She was helpless to stop him, and he took a big dollop of whipped cream and offered it to her willing tongue. She gobbled it up. Then he rubbed it around each nipple, and expertly removed it with his lips. He smeared the sweetness all over her pussy and went to town. Legs spread wide, one foot on either side of his head on the dash as she invited him to taste her and to make her cum again. Flickering furiously around her clit, his left hand fingering her and his right hand playing with her nipples – she was on the edge. He went faster and faster, gently pinching her nipple and finally sliding the tip of his pinky finger just inside her ass. That was enough to send her over and she came again, this time all over his face.

“Time to make good on YOUR dare. Show me your cock.”

Finally released from her shackles, his pants fell to his knees and she slid his boxers over his curvaceous ass, exposing him. She took him in her hand and stroked his cock with both her hands, gently guiding it up and down the outer lips, pausing to rest on her clit, while pre-cum glistened all over his thick head. She guide him inside her and then slowly began to rock back and forth. Without much room to maneuver, he lifted her legs on to his shoulders and drove himself deep inside her. His pelvis was creating friction with hers and she could feel it building again, but this time it was different. As he vigorously fucked her tight little pussy, juices overflowing all over the car seat, the head of his cock kept pushing into her g-spot. She felt a deep muscular contraction coming and she whispered for him to fuck her harder and deeper. He was sweating and ready to cum himself when she reached behind him and grabbed his ass tightly, thrusting him as deep inside her as she could get him, the tip of his cock pounding up against her g-spot over and over again. She lost control for a minute as her entire body convulsed and she was motionless.

Pausing once again for her to regain her composure, she opened her mouth and said – “how do you want me?”

“Everything on the table?”

She paused and thought about it, finally relenting – “Man, I’ve destroyed this front seat. Do your worst.”

Once again, he lifted her legs, one at a time, to rest on his shoulders. He began rocking inside her, but this time with a purpose that made it clear he wanted release.

“I’m on the pill, but don’t come in my pussy – can’t be too careful.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” And then he stopped. Pulled out. She thought he was going to cum and she grabbed his cock so she could jerk him to completion, but he pushed back and brushed the head of his thick cock against her ass.

“You wanted to know what I haven’t done with a girl that I really want to do? It’s not a threesome – I’ve had one of those. This is what I want”. She’d been to this rodeo before with another guy, not her favorite thing, but she did just come 4 times on his interior.

He looked at her as if to say “last chance to back out” but she just smiled at him and said – “It’s fine – I want to feel you deep inside me.” He pushed the head of his penis gently into her tight bum, making sure she was comfortable, until he began losing control of his own thoughts.

One stroke at a time, he slipped deeper and deeper in her ass. It didn’t’ hurt like she’d worried it would probably because while he thrust inside her over and over again, he kept massaging her clit as if to distract from what was going on.

“How long did you say you could hold your breath? – Do it now.” She took a deep breath and he plunged into her ass as deep as he could go. He moved faster and faster, fucking her to the hilt over and over again. Finally, when she couldn’t hold her breath any longer she reached down underneath and cupped his balls in her hands, tickling his testicles and rubbing around his ass with her fingers. “Cum for me” she insisted, giving his nuts a gentle squeeze. “I want it all.” With one final thrust, he pulled out and shot wave after wave of hot cum all over her tits, her stomach, even a little on her cheek.

He picked up her teal panties and wiped his cum off of her. He then reached over, kissed her, and asked if she wanted them back or if he could keep them as a memento of the night. “I want them back, but you can play with them for now,” she winked at him. “I have plenty more thongs where that came from.”

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/c9v4zu/truth_or_dare