There we sat, 6 of us in the [REDACTED] studies group of [REDACTED] university decided to spend an erstwhile evening drinking cheap hooch.
Eventually, the subject turned to sex and our host/instigator (a romanian ex-pat with alabaster skin and fantastic tits) suggested we play truth or dare.
After a couple of warm-up rounds consisting of a little girl-on-girl, guy-on-girl, guy-on-guy kissing and few displays of self-abuse (ie. nude mastabatory exhibitions set to classical orchestral works) and after consuming an alarming amount of cheap red wine, we knuckled down to some serious perversion.
[REDACTED] was a sensual explosion of a woman with warm freckled skin the color of creamed coffee, and reddish curly hair, the product of Venezuela's 300 year history of interbreeding. She was an elite of the Venezuelan social hierarchy, sent to America for finishing school. Her gymnastic skills were only equaled by her enthusiasm. The dice spin, and the command came down: "strip and shower for the group". Without complaint, she wriggled out of her v-neck and cotton yoga pants, delightfully void of an underlayer, and made for the apartment's closet-sized bathroom, the rest of us slack-jawed at the perfect skin and artful display of depilatory talent our friend had displayed for the first time.