The Four-Day Weekend: Part II – Truth or Dare

Saturday

I woke up freezing. Lying naked on your bed all night without any covers will do that. At about the same time as I was pulling blankets over me I suddenly remembered why I was naked.
“Do you feel that hard bump, near the top? That’s your clit. That’s what you want to focus on.”
“Amy… Oh my God, Amy!”
“Just relax, just let it happen.”
“Augh… augh!”
Last night, my best friend Minda and I had gotten a little experimental. One thing led to another, and before I knew it, we were masturbating in front of each other. I’d been doing it for years, but it had been Minda’s first time, and it had been one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. Getting myself off had been doubly exiting watching her do herself, knowing that she was also watching me. My pussy started tingling just thinking about it.
Say… where was Minda, anyway?
I came more fully awake and rolled over, looking around. Expecting her to be lying there next to me, I was thrown off when I saw that she wasn’t. I frowned and felt the space she had been occupying… still warm. She must have just left; maybe that was what woke me up, too.
I heard a familiar clink from downstairs, the sound of a spoon in a bowl. I smiled; so that’s where she was. I got out of bed, stretched, and found some clothes – ratty jeans with all kinds of holes in them and a black T-shirt. I went down the stairs and into the kitchen, where, as I expected, I found Minda, sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal.
“Good morning,” I said, getting a bowl of my own out of the pantry. She nodded back at me, her mouth full.
Cereal. Milk. Banana slices. Spoon. I sat down across from her. She seemed focused on her bowl, and so I didn’t bother her. We ate in silence. But soon we were finished, and even after we’d rinsed out our bowls we sat back down, and the silence continued. We were both clearly nervous about speaking to one another about what had happened. What if she didn’t like it, we were thinking. Worse – what if she did?
Finally I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to know if last night had been just a random, crazy fluke, or of there was a chance we were going to do things like that in the future. Did I want to? Well… I still wasn’t exactly sure. But I felt I deserved to know Minda’s feelings on the matter.
“So what happened last night?” I said suddenly. My voice sounded abnormally loud breaking the silence like that.
Even with Minda’s darker skin, I could tell when she was blushing. “Amy… I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean for… all that to happen.”
I stared at her. “Are you telling me you didn’t enjoy it?”
“No, no,” she said quickly. “That’s not…” Her eyes went distant and she shuddered a little. “That’s not what I’m saying at all.”
“So you did enjoy it.”
She nodded.
“Minda. Minda, look at me.” I made sure she was looking right at me before I spoke. “I enjoyed it too.”
I saw her shoulders sag as she let out a breath, and giggle a little as the tension was released. “You have nothing to be sorry for,” I continued. “It was a little weird at first, but after a while I wanted you to keep going. We both agreed that we’d stop if the other said to, remember?” I caught her gaze again. “You know I would have stopped immediately if you’d said to, right? You’re my best friend, I trust you. I know that I could have stopped you anytime I wanted to.”
She smiled a little. “It might have been a little hard for me, but I would have stopped if you’d said so.”
“What do you mean?”
She took a deep breath. “I’ve known for a little while that I’m not quite normal. I’m attracted to girls as well as guys.”
“You’re bi?” She’d never said anything about this.
“I think I might be gay, actually,” she said. “I mean, I know about sex, from Sex Ed, and I like boys and I kinda like the thought of having sex with a boy, I’ve heard it feels really good, but… well, I remember being a lot more interested when we were going over the female anatomy. And then they went over gays and lesbians, and I was like, ‘You can do that?’, and I started thinking about what it would be like to have sex with another girl, and that was a nice thought, too, and… You’re my best friend, Amy, but it’s hard to be around you sometimes. I think you’re hot. And I’ve wanted to do things like what we did last night for a long time.” She looked away, hiding a smile behind her hand. “I didn’t expect us to go quite so far, though.”
I grinned. “Neither did I. But, Minda… I had no idea you felt this way. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
She shrugged. “I was afraid if what you might say. I didn’t think you’d, um, swing that way.”
“Well, obviously I do!” I laughed.
We both started laughing then. It felt good to release all that anxiety; felt good to just be ourselves again. Nothing would ever be quite the same between us, and we both knew it, but despite everything, we were still ourselves.
A few moments passed. “So what now?” Minda asked. “Do you…” She bit her lower lip. “Do you want to go back upstairs?”
I smiled. “A little. But we’ve got Danny’s thing today, remember?” Danny was a friend from school, and had invited us to a party that afternoon.
“Oh yeah.”
“But,” I said quickly, “I don’t think we should just leave things like they are, do you? I think we owe it to ourselves to – God, I sound like our school counselor – to explore these feelings.”
“I agree,” she said, the familiar smile back on her face. She was looking and acting more like her old self. “So what should we do?”
We talked about it and came to an agreement. For the rest of the day, we would put last night out of our minds. We’d go to Danny’s party and just be our old selves. We’d pretend like nothing happened. This way, we’d clear our heads, we said. But we were still expected back home at ten, according to Mom’s curfew. So we agreed that, after ten, and after Mom called, we would lock the door, shut all the curtains, and see what happens.
“We should agree right now,” I said, “that anything goes. We’re both allowed to ask any questions or make any suggestions we want. The other one can refuse if they don’t want to answer or do whatever was suggested, but I think we should be able to ask anything without the other getting offended.”
“Right,” Minda said, “we need to be as open as possible. And I think we should at least try everything we come up with before saying no. Experiment. This is new for both of us; we should see what we like.”
“Experiment,” I agreed, nodding.
We shook hands, and said no more about it.

Danny’s parents were pretty well-off, and his house was about twice the size of mine. Its backyard was huge and had a very nice view of the pine forest behind it. Since it was summer, the party was being held outside. His father was grilling burgers and hot dogs and his mom had a table set out with chips, dip, drinks, and other stuff. The sun was bright and hot, and I was glad I’d changed out of my black shirt and into a much cooler white top. Minda had put on a chocolate tank top and light khaki shorts, ones that really showed off her ass. I kept catching guys sneaking glances at it, and had to hide my smirk, because every time, I kept thinking that I had seen that ass naked, and even touched it, and they hadn’t. I tried to remind myself that I wasn’t supposed to be thinking about that. Those sorts of thoughts were for tonight. Still, I found myself sneaking glances just as often as some of the boys.
The party started winding down at about six, when many people left (most were going home to dinner). We moved things inside and started watching movies on the enormous plasma TV in the den. The first was awful, and we amused ourselves by shouting comments and making fun of it MST3K-style, laughing and generally making idiots out of ourselves. The second was much better, and we were able to be quieter when Danny’s parents went to bed.
The movie ended at about nine twenty, leaving us a decent amount of time to get home. We said our goodbyes and stared to leave.
“Aw, c’mon, stick around,” Danny said. “We were going to play Truth or Dare.”
“We can’t,” I said, and explained about my mom’s trip and the curfew. He seemed a little disappointed but he understood. Some of the other boys, though, started making comments about my mom being away, saying they’d be more than happy to come over and “keep us company.” Minda flipped them off (a normal reaction she had to dumb boys) and we left amidst jeers and laughter.
The drive home felt longer than it usually did. We kept trying to chitchat but we’d soon lapse into silence. I think we were both thinking about what was going to happen when we got home.
We walked in the door at about nine forty-five, and I locked it behind us. We sat down in the living room and flipped on the TV, just to kill some time before Mom called. And sure enough, six minutes after ten, the phone rang.
“Hi Mom.”
“Hey Amy. How’s everything going?”
“Good. You?”
“Boring,” she huffed. “Meetings and seminars all damn day. It’s driving me crazy. But you girls are okay?”
“Yeah, we’re fine.”
“Do anything today?”
“Not really. We went over to a friend’s house for a party he and his parents were throwing. Saw a lot of people from school I hadn’t seen in a while. We got back about fifteen minutes ago.
“Good. Any plans for the rest of the night?”
If you only knew, I thought. “Nothing special,” I said, trying very hard to sound casual.
“All right, well, I love you. Have a good night.”
I swallowed. “You too. G’night.”
I hung up the phone and went back to the living room, my heart beating at what had to bee a million miles an hour. Minda had already turned off the TV and was looking at me expectantly.
“Let’s go upstairs,” I said.
She practically leapt off the couch and followed me up to my room. She shut the door and turned on the lamp while I closed the curtains, making damn sure nobody could possibly see inside. We were on the second floor, I know, but neither of us knew exactly what we were going to be doing, and I wanted to be careful.
“So… what do we do first?” I asked, sitting on the floor with my back against my bed.
Minda sat down cross-legged in front of me.