Dares and Discoveries

It was late, just after two in the morning, and the thudding music finally died down as Jet walked over to his parents’ enormous sound system and turned the volume down to a dull thrumming. Most of the party-goers had long since left, and it was just six people left in the basement where there had previously been a small mob of dancing teens. Jet was one of course, as it was his house. He was a lanky guy with spiked dark blonde hair, his outrageous fur-lined jacket ditched hours ago to reveal his thin but muscled frame under his tight-fitting black shirt. The other five were Cooper, Edgar, Aria, Christabella, and Violet.

Cooper was one of Jet’s best friends, a seemingly eternally relaxed Boy who despite being a bit short and always dressing in dark colors had a pretty powerful presence wherever he went. Part of this was the fact that despite multiple comments informing him of this, he insisted on wearing far too much body spray. However, most of this was attributed to his powerful sense of observation and his willingness to weigh in on the personal matters of friends and strangers alike, offering advice to anyone who cared. Edgar and Christabella were a couple, albeit an odd one. Edgar was a somewhat tall and athletic guy dressed in greys and whites with a quiet and reserved disposition. He almost never spoke at the parties, and seemed pretty uncomfortable in social situations, but otherwise was pretty relaxed. Christabella was his opposite, clad all in black and wearing various strange pieces of jewelry. She was a bit of a wild card, fond of the occult and also not one to be the center of attention, but she actually seemed to enjoy the parties regardless, hanging out with Edgar and close friends in the corner of the room, poking fun and laughing.

Aria and Violet were friends of the couple, the former being a lean and almost boyishly figured girl wearing a bright red athletic tee and blue jeans, laughing quietly as she sipped on the beverage in her hand. She was much more social than the rest, having been at the center of the party all night, pulling out some admittedly impressive dancing skills. It was only just within the past few minutes that she had taken a seat to rest, and there were beads of sweat on her brow which she wiped unceremoniously away with a smile on her face as they talked. Violet chuckled every now and then, emptying her cup and flipping it upside down before reaching for a cigarette. She was pretty mellow most of the time, but she could be fun if she wanted to.

They sat and joked around for a while, before Violet spoke up. “Any more booze, Jet?” she asked, taking a puff of her cigarette. She was dressed somewhat similarly to Christabella, in a dark faux-corset top laced with emerald green ribbon under a black jacket. She had positioned herself on the floor with her back against the couch, her legs disappeared beneath her layered black skirt. Her cleavage, however, was present as ever, as her bust was on the large side and she (likely on purpose) always seemed to have shirts at a size too small. “Not that I’m letting you get your hands on. I’d like to have some left when the night’s over.” Jet replied with a smirk, flopping down on a chair in the corner of the room. The group laughed at the rib, and Violet spoke again. “Fine then. But if there’s not going to be any liquid fun, how about a game?”

The room quieted a bit in interest. “Like what?” Christabella asked, leaning forward on the couch where she sat, between Violet on the floor and Edgar on the middle cushion next to her. “Dares in a hat?” Violet offered, grinning. Edgar sighed and rolled his eyes, but Christabella smiled and Cooper offered an “I’m game.” His expression was hard to read with his black and white bangs covering a sizable portion of his face, but his lips were upturned ever so slightly. Aria cocked her head, confused. “Dares in a hat?” she inquired. “Basically,” Jet explained, “Everyone writes their name and puts it in a hat. Each person takes turn drawing names, and the person who drew gets to make the person whose name they draw do a dare of their choice.” Violet looked to Aria expectantly. “So?” Aria shrugged. “Why the hell not?” Jet sighed through his smile. “Guess we’re decided. I’ll find a hat and some paper.” Edgar spoke up “I don’t suppose I get a say?” he didn’t appear convinced that this was the case. “Of course babe… but we already outvote you, so it doesn’t really matter.” Christabella answered with a kiss on his cheek. He exhaled slowly and accepted his fate.

Jet returned shortly after with the supplies, and soon each of the group had written their names and positioned themselves in a circle around the hat, dropping in their names. “And so I am doomed.” Edgar murmured as he let his paper fall with the rest. “Oh loosen up, Edgar. Have a little fun for once.” Aria chastised, rubbing her hands together. “So who goes first?” she asked. “You’re the first-timer, Aria. You go first.” Christabella suggested. No one spoke up in opposition, so Aria shrugged. “Alright.”

Reaching into the hat, she pulled out a slip, and unfolded it to read the name. “Cooper.” she announced. Cooper arched his back and rolled his shoulders under his hoodie, smirking. “Give me your worst, newbie.” Aria scoffed. “What kind of dares can I give?” she asked. “Whatever you want.” Jet answered. “Okay…” Aria starting, mulling it over. “I dare you to lose that stupid hoodie. It’s like 80 degrees down here, you freak.” Everyone chuckled, and Cooper did as he was told, shaking his head as he did. “What?” Aria asked, looking around. “Nothing, it’s just that we didn’t realize you were that tame and unimaginative.” Christabella teased. “What do you mean by that?” Aria asked. “You’ll see.” Violet answered. Now it was Edgar who spoke up, concerned. “Wait… and what does THAT mean?” Everyone laughed again. “I forgot that you’d never played with us either.” Christabella said through a smile. Edgar went to speak again, but was cut off by Cooper. “Are we gonna talk, or are we gonna play? It’s my turn now, suckers.”

Cooper stuck his hand into the hat, pulling out a slip and reading the name. “Christabella.” He turned to her, grinning, and she met him with a challenging stare. After a moment, he spoke. “I dare you to act like you and Edgar are here alone for two minutes, to show them what we mean.” Christabella grinned, as Edgar turned to her questioningly. “Is that some kind of code? What does he mean?” Aria looked on with similar confusion. “What does who mean?” She asked. “We’re here alone.” Before he could inquire further, Christabella pushed him back against the couch, straddling his lap, and pressing her lips onto his. In his stunned shock, he sat unmoving while she continued. She leaned her mouth in close to his ear, whispering softly “I’m going to have fun, having you all to myself.” His eyes danced across the room, but his focus was poorly swayed from his girlfriend, who now grinded his lap, her ass getting pushed well into view under her tight black jeans, a bit of pink peeking out from beneath.

“Nice panties.” Aria stammered, trying to hide her astonishment, but Christabella gave no response. Instead, she continued her motion while reaching to grab Edgar’s head and pull it in toward her chest. When she released, his blush came into view, and she stopped, leaving her straddle to stand, letting her hair down. “How do you want me?” She asked, running a hand over her body. Violet had to throw a hand over her mouth to keep herself from laughing. Edgar was bewildered. Aria looked around the room and saw Cooper and Jet smiling widely. “You’re not nervous are you? Don’t worry. Jet won’t mind. I’m sure dirtier things have happened on this couch.” She reached behind her back under her shirt, going to unlatch her bra when Cooper spoke. “Aaaaaand… time.” Finally breaking character, Christabella let out a laugh, pointing at Edgar. “Aww, you’re so cute when you’re flustered.” He blushed deeper, and said nothing. “And thanks Aria. Maybe sometime I’ll take you to get some.” She winked. “But for now… it’s my turn.”

She reached into the hat and drew a name, grinning evilly as she noted the name and turned back to the group, looking at them one by one until finally staring directly at Edgar. “Oh no… come on.” She nodded. “Really? That last one might as well have been mine. Don’t I get a pass?” Cooper grinned. “Not how the game works, bro.” Edgar looked around the room for support, but was met with only grins and chuckles. Aria bit her lip and looked away, trying not to smile herself. “Fine, but I’m not gonna grind on anyone in front of a room full of people.” Christabella kept smiling. “No… I’ll go easy on you, since you’re clearly still recovering from my performance. But since we still have the audience to consider, I dare you to take off that shirt, Oh-Hunk-of-Mine.” Looking a bit reprehensive, Edgar realized that this was the easiest he would be getting off, and proceeded to lose his shirt. Jet raised an eyebrow. “Too easy I think, but hell, I’ll take it.” Aria looked aggrivated. “That’s exactly what I dared Cooper to do!” Violet interjected. “You just had him take off his hoodie. Get some skin in the game, then we can talk.”

Edgar’s muscled torso in full view, he dropped his shirt to the floor and sat back down. He started to settle back in, but Christabella stopped him. “What now?” he asked, and she pointed to the hat. “Your turn, Muscles.” He rolled his eyes again and reached into the hat. Reading the name, he blushed, looking at Aria. “Oh, this is classic.” Violet remarked, pleased. Jet and Cooper now had the chance to be confused. Violet explained. “Edgar and Aria were an item, before she became a vagitarian.” Cooper’s smile broadened, and Jet started laughing outright. Aria blushed. “I can’t give up my turn?” Edgar asked. “If you do, one of us will give the dare instead. And we probably won’t be as nice.” Cooper jeered. “Especially now that we know what we do.” Edgar looked torn as he began to weight his options. “Don’t make us have to give you a countdown.” Jet heckled. When there was no response, he continued. “Alright. 10…9…8…7…6…” Edgar looked as though he was attempting to mask his panic. “5…4…3…2…” Suddenly, Edgar blurted “I dare you to make out with Christabella.” Aria’s face flushed white, and Christabella smiled mischievously. Jet started to clap and Cooper and Violet howled with laughter. “And all it takes is a time limit. Good on ya kid.”

Everyone looked to Aria expectantly. She tried to play it off nonchalantly, smiling and beckoning with her finger, but inside her heart was pounding. Edgar seemed as though he didn’t know how to feel about what he had done, but couldn’t bring himself to look away. Christabella crossed the space between them, took Aria’s face in her hands, and the two met lips, running their hands through each others’ hair. Aria felt her own hands drifting down, tracing along Christabella’s body and settling on her waist. Christabella, never one to do the bare minimum, pressed in further, knocking Aria to her back, almost pinning her down as her tongue traced Aria’s lips and slipped into her mouth. Aria let herself get swept up in the moment, only vaguely aware that one hand was groping Christabella’s ass while the other cupped her breast. Then, just as she was about to lose all semblance of self control, Christabella parted, winked, and moved back to her seat as Cooper and Jet clapped and whistled.

Clearing her throat, Aria smiled, catching her breath and trying to let her brain reboot for a moment. Deciding to continue the game before any ribbing ensued, she reached into the hat and drew… “Christabella.” Christabella chuckled. “Yeah, I’m sure, you lesbo. You just want to get more of this.” Aria held the paper in plain view, and Jet grinned. “I was sure it was gonna be me. Guess I’m just a lucky son of a bitch.” He looked over at Christabella before sarcastically adding “My condolences.” Christabella shrugged. “Eh, whatever. I can take it, especially from this lightweight.” She kissed at Aria to make it clear that she was being playful. Aria grinned. Time to pay back the tease. “Christabella, I dare you to take off those pretty pink panties of yours. I think I’d like them now.” Edgar began “Isn’t that a bit-” but was interrupted by his girlfriend. “That’s the game, babe. Looks like the newbie is catching on.” She stood up, started to unbutton her pants… and turned to walk toward the closet. “But she still has a lot to learn. She never specified that I had to take them off HERE.” Entering the closet, she shut the door, shuffled out of her pants and underwear, and walked out with her pants back on but her panties in hand. She tossed them at Aria, who reflexively caught them. “Enjoy, but if I don’t get those back, remember that I know where you live, Panty-snatcher.”

Aria grinned and waved her prize in the air as Christabella moved toward the hat and drew another name. “And the winner is… Mr. Holden.” She pointed to Cooper, who kept on smiling. “Uh-oh. I’m in for it now.” He said nonchalantly. “Damned right you are.” Christabella shot back. “And because of your cocky attitude, I’m not gonna go easy on you either.” He clasped his hands to his face in feigned fear. “Well, you can’t luck out forever. Shoot to kill, Chrissy.” “With pleasure.” She responded, making a gun with her finger and pointing it toward him. “Since I’m about to gag on that cloud of body spray, hows about… I dare you to go take a shower upstairs… and leave your clothes up there when you come back down.” She made a ‘pew’ noise, then blew on the end of her ‘gun’ before ‘holstering’ it in her pocket. “Wow.” Violet said, wide eyed with approval. “Not pulling any punches tonight, eh? Looks like this game is about to get really interesting.” Jet added. Cooper stood up, said nothing, and started for the door. At first, it seemed as if he was going to give up and leave, until he muttered “Eh, I needed to piss anyway. Might as well shower while I’m at it.”

Once he left the basement, the room grew silent for a few minutes until the sound of running water could be heard upstairs. “Damn, he’s really doing it.” Jet muttered. Christabella grinned, and Aria and Violet praised Christabella’s good idea. “I’ve always been curious about what he might be packing. I have my suspicions that he might be pretty well hung.” Violet added. “What the fuck, Violet?” Aria giggled. “Why?” “All that confidence has to come from somewhere.” She shrugged. Edgar looked at Christabella with a forlorn look. “I was not really interested in seeing another guy’s junk today.” Christabella waved her hand dismissively. “Then don’t look.” Edgar let out a sigh of exasperation. Jet rubbed his hands together expectantly as the sound of running water was finally silenced. “Happy birthday to me.” he said cheerily to himself.