Truth or Dare – Part 2

A week had passed since that fateful night when we played ‘Truth or Dare.’ Liz, Jen and I were way more then friends now. The problem with our game though – as is the case any time ‘Truth or Dare’ is played – is that it bred escalation. Just as each subsequent ‘truth’ was more revealing than the last, each ensuing ‘dare’ was more dangerous than the one previous.

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So once again it was Friday night, and once again we all went out for a night on the town. Brad came with us. He had absolutely no idea what had happened just one week ago. I had a feeling he was going to be used for a future dare.

We walked along the main strip looking for a good bar to go into. We were underage so we needed to find a place that wouldn’t look too closely at our fake IDs. Liz thought that to avoid suspicion, we should go in one at a time instead of as a group. I didn’t really agree with that idea, but when you’re 17, it’s hard to argue with a girl willing to give you head.

Jen went up first and was let in without any issues. When it was Liz’s turn, the bouncer looked at her ID for what seemed like forever. I wasn’t too concerned though. This happened to Liz all the time. It was just a way for the bouncer to get a good long look at Liz. And who could blame him? Liz was wearing a tiny white skirt and an ultra-tight V-neck T-shirt. The combination of no bra and a light-blue color made it possible to see her breasts through her shirt if you looked hard enough. And believe me, the bouncer was looking.

When Liz was finally let in, I was next up in line. I flashed my ID and was let in right away. I looked back at Brad and stepped inside where Liz and Jen were waiting. We waited for Brad near the entrance for about 15 minutes before my cell phone finally rang. It was Brad… Apparently the bouncer caught the fake ID and booted him out of line. I asked if he wanted us to come back outside and he disagreed. “I didn’t really want to go out tonight anyways,” he said. “You guys just have fun okay?”

If only he knew…

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I hung up the phone and before I could say anything Jen turned to me and said, “truth or dare?” From that statement alone I started getting a hard-on. I looked over at Liz who had a huge smile on her face. Looking back at Jen, I could tell she was just as giddy. This was going to be a good night…

“Dare!” I said. I wasn’t going to waste any time on any truths. I was ready to get this party started! Jen leaned closer towards me. But I was disappointed when all she did was grab my hand and tell me to come dance with her and Liz. Feeling let down, I dutifully agreed and the three of us made our way to the dance floor.

The music was awesome. The DJ was really rocking the house that night. Each song made girls dance more vigorously than the last. My previous feeling of being let down slowly went away with each pair of bouncing boobs I saw. The best of which were of course, Liz’s. Her movements made her breasts jump from side-to-side, up and down and all over the damn place.

Jen’s breasts were small so there wasn’t as much jiggle. She made up for it by grinding up against me. She ran her hands up and down my chest and back. She turned and ground her amazing ass against my crotch. She could definitely feel my hard-on, but that only seemed to make her more intense.

Like Liz, Jen was also wearing a short skirt. Each time she swung her hips to the music I could see her pink thong underneath. This just made things worse for me. How the hell are you supposed to dance when your cock is pressed up against your pants?