Truth or Dare_(9)

When I was 17, I went to a party with a bunch of my friends. There were no parents there so we all got pretty drunk and had a great time. There must have been about 30 people at this party, so it was rocking and there was LOTS of booze. I didn’t really know all of them, but I’d seen a bunch around school. Not that it mattered, everyone separated into their own cliques anyways.

My small group of friends consisted of me and my best-friends, Brad, Jennifer, and Liz. We had been friends since the 3rd grade and had done pretty much everything together. Jennifer and Liz were super sexy girls. They were terrible teases though. And while they were my friends, that didn’t stop me from fantasizing about them from time to time.

Jen had long orange hair and small (though extremely perky) tits. She was a little ditzy but super nice. On that particular night, she was wearing a tight-fitting white t-shirt and a really short jean-skirt. It was pretty obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra since her nipples were practically piercing her shirt.

Liz was more gifted in the breast department. She had quite a large chest. Her brown hair was long and curly. She was the smart one in the group, but also the most playful. She flirted the most out of everyone and had no issues discussing sexual topics. If there was anyone I would love to get with, it was her. She was wearing a tight red v-neck sweater (which showed off her cleavage quite nicely) along with a pair of faded blue jeans.

We shot the shit and drank as much alcohol as we could that night. It was getting to a point where we couldn’t really walk anymore. Brad was starting to get a little worse for wear, so we decided to head home. We didn’t really live too far away from the party, so we decided to walk. Brad’s house was first so we dropped him off. He barely made it to the door and we all laughed. Brad said his good-bye’s and we continued onward. The next house was Jen’s.

The good thing about alcohol is its ability to negate any and all inhibitions one may have while sober. As our inhibitions began to leave us, the conversation between the three of us got more and more naughty. At first we spoke about who we liked and who other people liked. Then we started to talk about what made us horny, who we’d slept with, and so on.

The problem with this situation was that Jen and Liz were such huge flirts that they wouldn’t stop if they knew it was affecting me – and boy, was it! By the time we got to Jen’s house I had a huge hard-on and they knew it. They looked at each other as if they were scheming… And they probably were. Jen’s parents were away on vacation so Liz was staying with Jen until her parents came back. They both looked back at me and Jen asked if I wanted to come in and play some “Truth or Dare.”

Now, as I mentioned earlier, these two beautiful women had been part of many of my fantasies. As it happened, “Truth or Dare” had been one of them.