We drove over to a grocery called Woodman’s to pick up the ice cream. She’s so giddy about this grocery store, it’s really cute to see. We picked out a chocolate – I wanted vanilla, but she said that was too lame – and we headed back to hers.
We pull in through the garage and carry in the ice cream. On the walls there’s a few handsome pictures of her family, including a few dogs. “Oh! Where are the dogs?” I ask. “They’re with my parents, they’re out of town this weekend” She responds from the other room. The house is quite warm when we get in.
I walk in to the kitchen where she’s already scooping out the ice cream into tiny bowls. “Here’s yours!” She says, handing it to me and brushing her arm against mine as she walks downstairs into the basement. “Someone’s in a hurry” I say, following her.
The basement has a big theatre room, and in the back of it there’s a tiny cove with some blankets. The lights are on and she’s sitting back there with a bubbly energy. I make my way back, but she stops me just before I can hop up. “I don’t know if you’re allowed!” She says. “I’m willing to offer a massage” I say. “I guess I can bend the rules just this one time…” She says, and I hop up to the cove. With the remove she turns on something on the TV for background.
“You know what would be fun?” She says. “We could play some truth or dare”. She playfully takes a small bite of ice cream, holding the spoon in just an extra second as we make eye contact. I’m leaning back up against the wall with one of the throw pillows behind me, and she’s on the opposite wall. There’s a fuzzy tie blanket that we’re both sitting on. The lights seem to have been dimmed but I can still see her face very well. “I’ll go first. Truth or dare?” She said.
“Truth” I responded.
“Who was your first crush?” She says.
“My first crush… my first crush was the girl from Lizzy McGuire. Hilary Duff.”
“Wow! That’s such a basic choice! Mine was Aaron Rodgers”
“I know but she was SO cute. 4th grade me definitely thought he could get with that. OK, now my turn to ask you. Truth or dare?”
She sat uneasily, and took another bite of her chocolate ice cream. It was almost finished and the ice cream was starting to get a little runny on the spoon. “Dare!” She said bravely.
I hadn’t predicted Dare. Usually girls would go for truth first. I had to think about it now. I didn’t want to do anything too tame to keep my momentum going. “How about… you run around your house, naked.”
“What! No way! It’s way too cold outside for that.”
“It’s a dare! You have to do it.”
She pouted cutely. I could already tell she was going to do it, she just needed a little encouragement.
“What, are you afraid?”
“How will you even know that I did it?”
“I’ll see you do it, what do you mean?”
“It’s just too risky!”
“Come on, weren’t you telling me you wanted to live an adventurous life?”
“Well yes but-“
“Think of this as the adventure you can have in Appleton. Plus I heard that it’s good for your circulation.” That was a total lie, but it didn’t matter.
“…Fine. But I don’t want to be the only one in trouble. You have to do it with me.”
I would never! “No way! You’re the one who had to do the dare!”
“Do you want me to do it or not?”
I said fine, pretending to be upset when really I was actually even more exhilarated. We walked back upstairs, setting our dishes in the sink and heading to her back door.
“Now, we’re just going to do one lap, and then it’s back on with the clothes! Do you hear me mister?” She said, pushing one of her fingers into my chest.
“Oh yes, of course.” I said, pushing her finger back gently.
With that I stripped down to my birthday suit, and so did she, and we hopped out into the cold. I didn’t even have a good chance to see what she looked like naked, she just started running. We tripped the motion detecting lights in the background so I was a second behind, fully illuminating my shivering body as I ran after her laughing. We rounded the four corners and made it back inside, grabbing our clothes and laughing as we made our way from the windows somewhere else.
“You were so fast!” I said. She was kind of shivering but she had a huge smile on her face; it was so beautiful in that moment as she was half dressed back up in her dress. I didn’t bother with my socks and shoes again, and only did the bottom buttons.
She said “Let’s go downstairs! It’s warmer down there!” And we did. “OK David, Truth or Dare?” “I choose Dare” “OK, then… I Dare you to braid my hair.”
“How do you know that I can even braid?” I said. Actually, I had done it many years ago, but it had been a long time.
“Well you’re going to learn!”
I pulled up a video online, and with her seated in one of the chairs, I repeated the three repeating steps, each time running my fingers through her long, silky hair and pulling the braid taut at each step. As I was a couple braids in, I said “Truth or dare?”
“Hmm.. Truth” She said.
“What’s a secret about yourself that very few other people know?” I said.
I continued to work on the braid, folding each section over the next repeatedly. I probably did two more braids before she responded, clearly having thought through what she was going to say.
“I… I have… a … I used to have a pet snake.” She said sheepishly, then rushed. She was clearly quite close to saying something OTHER than that she used to have a pet snake, but then it’s not like you go telling everyone about the reptile in your house. I decided not to give her a hard time about probably changing her answer. “Wow! That’s actually pretty cool!” I said. “What was its name?”
“It was named Kernel! We gave it away a while ago. It was so cool. One time it even got out and we had to find it in the house.”
I was just about done with the braid. I grabbed a hair tie and folded her hair through four times. “Show me! Show me what the braid looks like!” She said, excited. There were a number of stray hairs, and the top of the braid was starting to come undone, but overall it looked actually pretty good. I pulled the braid to the front of her shoulder. She looked so cute like this.
“Now Davey, er, David, your turn again: Truth or dare?”
“Truth”
“What was your first impression of me?”
“My first impression?”
“And don’t be snarky. It’s got to be TRUTH.”
“Ok. Well, actually I thought you were so beautiful that it was hard for me to believe you were there at the theatre alone. I was worried you’d be really standoffish, since girls as cute as you often are, but you weren’t at all. You have such a beautiful smile I was instantly drawn to you.” I said. I put my hand to her face. “Too bad her celebrity crush is Aaron Rodgers.”
She pushed my hand away and pretended like she was offended. “Now you have to ask me” She said.
“Truth or dare?”
“Dare” she said.
“I dare you to undo three of my shirt buttons with only your mouth.” I said.
“Well we better go up to the cove for that.” She said, and we moved back up.
I laid back against the wall on top of the fuzzy blanket with my legs outstretched. She got on all fours in front of me and straddled me. “Here we go” she said.
She was surprisingly good at the technique. I was getting very excited feeling her draping dress come down and brush up against my pants. *Click* She had the top-most button done. She gave my chest a little kiss where the button had been, and then looked innocently up at my eyes. From my vantage I could see the braid I made in her hair. As she moved down for the second button, the braid brushed up against me. I started to rub her head with my hands. I could feel her breath right below my sternum as she negotiated the second button. Her hands were on the blanket but her arms still straddling me and my shirt. Her breathing was getting a little faster; the second button was a little tougher. Eventually she made the *click* and it was done.
“Ok, now you have to choose truth this next time. Ready?” She said.
“Um, OK… truth?”
“What do you think we’ll be tomorrow?” She said, squeezing me between her arms and legs just a little tighter in the straddle. She looked deep in to my eyes as she asked the question. It cut like a knife. I was only here for a few more months, who knows what we’ll be tomorrow! I wanted to say. My mind was racing. Flirtations aside, she was a pretty fun girl to hang out with, since she liked musicals, liked to have outdoor adventures.
“Well, how about tomorrow we can think about next weekend” I said. It was an honest answer! I was interested in seeing what she was like in other ways. Plus I bet she looks fantastic in running shorts.
“What do you mean, think about?” She said.
“Depends how much you give me to think about tonight” I said back.
“Screw you,” she said with a smile, and got to work on her final button. This button was quite low, just above my belly button. Her breasts were now right over my cock. She looked up at me as she finished the third button, it quickly *clicked* off. “Wow, you are talented” I said.
She moved in close to me, like a swimmer puffs their chest out doing a pool exit, and planted her lips on mine. I put my hand on her hips, holding her close to me. I could feel my balls were getting sore from being hard for so long. “Truth or dare?” I asked, pulling away by just a centimeter.
“mmmm… I’ve had enough dares. Truth.”
“No reason for asking this, but… what’s your favorite sex position?” I asked.
“Well, what an off-topic question…” she said. “I love it when I get to ride. Especially if I can go nice and slow on the cock and really grind in. OK, your turn. Truth or dare?”
“I choose Dare” I said.
“I dare you to have your hands bound behind your back.” She said. I was so hard, I would do almost anything right now. “Give me your shirt.”
I finished taking my shirt off, turned around, and let her bind me. It was a little tight, but I also knew if anything really crazy happened I could definitely break out. She climbed back in to the cove with me in my position against the wall, hands tied and legs spread just a bit. She dimmed the lights and crawled a little more on top of me. “I’ll give you a little bit to think about,” She said, and started to undo my pants button with her mouth. I started to reflexively wiggle, but she said ~no movement!~ and I stopped myself from moving. She popped it out of its hole, then un did the zipper with her mouth as well. She was running her hands up and down my legs slowly. She could see the faint outline of my cock against my leg, and played with it with her fingers.
“What do we have here?” She said, mouthing it through my pants. I wanted to cum so badly, but it would have ruined the night. I held it in.
She pulled my pants and boxers down, and threw them off of the cove area. There was so much pre-cum around the tip of my penis. She took her time, spreading it around my penis head. She started kissing from my knee, to the inside of my leg, and then all the way up to my balls, mouthing one of them. Once she got to my ball, she started playing with the pre-cum again, and then started stroking my cock. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done to not squirm right there.
“Being so good!” She said. “I think you deserve a little something more.” And put her mouth just around the tip of my penis. It was so hot to see that braid I had put in her hair bouncing around as she moved her head up and down. There was just the tiniest sucking noise as she was going down on me. Each time it was a little bit deeper. Then, she grabbed at the base of my cock, and looked up at me. My cock was bulging and pulsating. She kissed the tip of it very gently and said “Nope, you’re not allowed to cum just yet!”
I exhaled, and flexed my body as tight as it would go to force the cum back inside. She pulled off her panties and threw them up by my shoulder. They were so wet from her. “Now I think it’s time I had some fun,” she said, climbing on top of me. Her legs were so smooth. She mounted me slowly. One hand was on my chest, which was flexed hard for her as a support, and one of her hands was on my cock, which she was fitting a condom onto. If she’d gone raw, I probably wouldn’t have lasted one second inside of her.
She went down barely one centimeter at a time, moaning a little louder each time. “Oh… Oh my God.” She said, finally all the way down. She rubbed her clit just a little bit as she moved slowly up and down on my cock. She was going so slowly, it was almost torture for me. Our legs were right up against each other, hers outside of mine on top of the fuzzy blanket. She leaned up against me, putting her arms over my shoulders where my arms were tied.
She was grinding slowly in circular motions. I could feel that her clit was being pushed against me, and I was lifting my hips pushing in to her to get a better angle with my cock. She positioned one of her breasts into my mouth. I delicately sucked on her breast as I kept my hips lifted, making sure I didn’t thrust faster than what she was wanting. “Oh fuck baby… Oh I’m so hard for you” I said. I was starting to build up a sweat from working so hard, and she was too. Our tight bellies were pressed up against each other. She was starting to breath heavily and rhythmically – in, out, in, out, – and I stared to make my breath the same cycle.
“Oh…. Oh baby,” she said, “Oh come now for me baby” She said. Like that, my cock erupted, bulging bigger than it had been all night and getting deeper inside of her. She let out a loud cry and went limp as I continued to thrust slowly, feeling her pussy lips grasping me tightly as I went in and out. I slowly stopped, and we laid there in a glow for what I wanted to be for ever.
She let out a contented sigh, and gave me a kiss., running her hands over my sweaty chest. I could start to feel some of the cum ooze out of the condom, and told her I’d better get cleaned up.
“Well, there is is one condition for me letting your hands free.. You still have to give me that massage for letting you up here.”
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