Truth or Dare With Lexy and Alicia

Truth Or Dare

Jason and Mark ran hurriedly around the house getting everything ready for the game. The girls were going to be over anytime now and they wanted to make sure they had everything ready. The attic was the perfect set-up in Jason’s old three-story house, boasting thick walls and parents that went to bed early. The boys were both 18, enjoying their last year of high school with gusto. Parties, panties, and pornographic lifestyles in general seemed to be their taglines as graduation was only a month away. College plans had already been finalized, and now the only thing left to do was enjoy the immoralities of youth in all their splendor.
Mark turned as he heard the tell-tale pelting of the window by pebbles below, he opened it to reveal two beautiful girls both holding up generous amounts of alcohol.
“Wait right there!” He said as he tip-toed down the ladder and down through the house to let them up. He followed the girls as they made their way secretively into the house, both looking as gorgeous as ever.
Lexy was 18, a well rounded senior who’d been friends with both Jason and Mark since freshman year. She’d previously dated Jason for a time before they both found that they made much better friends. Her hair was a dark brunette, trimmed into adorable bangs that covered friendly green eyes and a sneaky smile. Her boobs were average in size, but the rest of her body bottomed out like a Greek statue. Maybe it was her sly confidence, or maybe it was her four years playing for the high school soccer team—the fact was, she’d been blessed with the most and perky ass of any girl in the school…a fact that not many knew thanks to her tomboyish ways. Walking with her and holding her hand, a foreplay-like tease Mark hated with a passion for its effectiveness, was a short Latin girl named Alicia who was a cheerleader for the school. Her jet-black hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her alluring smile and lips seemed to compliment what was indeed a cheerleaders figure. She wore a skirt, and as Mark followed the girls, climbing the attic latter up behind her he could see up her flared red skirt to where a pair of booty shorts hugged her delicious ass—the words “Wanna play?” printed achingly across them.
They reached the arched attic where the boys had been setting up the room—a wood floor was covered nicely by a thick rug big enough for each of them to sit. Around it, pillows, blankets, beanbags and sleeping bags had been laid out for whatever uses they may be employed. Directly against the wall where the rug began, a shelf covered in bottle openers, shot glasses, red Styrofoam cups, and chunks of bread (for the inevitable over-drinking no doubt) sat lined up in quite the organized fashion. To cap the make-due decorations off, large-bulbed Christmas lights hung through the rafters above them, their quaint coloring giving the room a cheery glow as the girls unleashed their alcoholic selections.
“Alright boys,” Lexy said, blowing a piece of hair out of her face as she heaved the heavy bottles onto the stand, an action she seemed practiced in. “We’ve got jegar…or course, some girly beers for Mark to chase his vodka with,” Mark laughed sarcastically, as she continued, “some southern comfort for when you’re feelin’ down, and of course, some 151 for when you’re feeling brave.”
“And I brought some cranberry juice and orange juice for the properly mixed fruit drinks.” Alicia said as she popped those into a mini-fridge set up next to the stand. The group poured their first round of jegar-bombs, quickly downing them as their collective eyes felt the night’s first awakening. Beers were opened from the boys on stock and they plopped down to the rug, engaging in various drinking games and laughter. It wasn’t long before the heat of the drinks caused the girls to shed their coats and the boys their sweatshirts, leaving both boys in jeans in t’s along with Lexy while Alicia had her skirt and blouse securely fastened.
They talked for a time about the year…classes that they hated and people that they hated even more. Two more rounds of jegar went by and the curious loosening of words slowly started to take affect. Lexy laid sideways on a long beanbag and Alicia, crossed her, laying her head down on her stomach as she stretched out towards the middle of the open rug.
Finally Lexy reached over and grabbed the bottle of 151, looking slowly to each member of the group before finally asking: “Is everyone either tipsy and/or drunk at this point if so raise your hand?” Each member raised his or her hand sheepishly, while Jason laughed at nothing in particular. “Good…then we should play a game.”
“Poker.” Jason said holding a deck of cards in his hand.
“Boring” Alicia said reaching out and knocking the deck out of his hand with her outstretched foot. Everyone laughed.
“Truth or dare.” Mark said, one eyebrow rising as if to be mysterious. Everyone quickly agreed that this was the winning suggestion. Rules were made so that they couldn’t be made to leave the attic for anything and that no one could be forced to drink until they threw up (a rule born out of another unfortunate attic party that Jason had thrown). It was decided that it would go girl/boy/girl/boy in sort of a zigzag formation due to the fact that the group was sitting with girls on one side of the circular rug and boys on the other, though they were still relatively close.
“Jason. Truth or dare?”. Alicia asked, her hand lightly stroking the top of the 151 bottle subconsciously, though it didn’t appear that anyone but Jason noticed.