Two Virgins Play Truth Or Dare

Two Virgins Play Truth or Dare
By Robbie

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My parents were away one weekend, so I had a group of
friends over. We were all around 15-16 years old at the
time. There was Mary, a pretty brunette; Jenny, a tall,
muscular brunette; and Sandy, a blonde who – I swear –
looked just like Britney Spears! Blond hair, blue
eyes…. a knockout! There was also me, my friend Paul
and David.

We watched TV, ate popcorn, and listened to some music.
Later in the evening, we decided to play Truth Or Dare.
Mary had a bunch of “dare cards” that her older sister
had given her. We all got in a circle and got started.

Paul goes first. A card is drawn. Mary reads it: “You
have to kiss the person to the left of you.”

“Hey, David is next to me! No fair!” yelled Paul.

“Yuck!” protested David.

“Sorry,” said Mary, “Gotta do it, Paul.”

“Oh, OK,” answered Paul, who closed his eyes and gave a
quick kiss to David. “That sucked!” said Paul, “OK, next
is Jenny.”

Mary draws the card. “It says that you have to be
tickled for two minutes by the person to the right of
you, and that’s ME!” said Mary.

“No, No, I’m really ticklish,” replied Jenny.

“Too bad, Jen, here goes,” said Mary, who started
working her wiggling fingers all over Jenny’s body.

“No ha ha ha STOP HA HA HA HA no no no no ha ha HA HA!”
Jenny was laughing like a hyena. I thought that she was
going to explode.

After two minutes, Mary stopped. Jenny was
hyperventilating. In between breaths she said “Sheesh…
I thought I was going to pass out!”

It was my turn next. “OK Robbie, here’s your dare,” said
Mary as she picked a card. Looking at it, she said, “Oh
boy, is this going to be fun!”

“What’s the dare?” I asked. “Welllll…” began Mary,
“Robbie, you have to go into a closet with the person on
your right, and come out wearing each other’s
underwear. On my right was Sandy! My brain started to
go into overdrive. Was this actually going to happen, or
was this a joke? Exchange underwear with a hot babe, then both of us stand in front of the gang in just our skivvies?

Sandy yelled, “Wait a minute! Hold on! No way! I’m not
doing that! No way!”

“Me, neither!” I chimed in. “I’m not standing in front of you people in girl’s underwear!”

“Sorry. You two guys better get in that closet and come
out in each other’s underwear. Go ahead. We’re not
changing the rules. Do it!” ordered Mary.

“But….” began Sandy.

“Are you serious?” I asked.

“NO! NO! That’s going TOO FAR!” protested Sandy.

“You can’t quit the game is what you can’t do. Now go
for it! If it were one of us, you would be saying the
same thing,” said Mary.

Sandy looked at me and then at Mary. “I’ll get you for
this!” Sandy growled. Mary opened the closet and we both
stepped in.

We squeezed in the closet, and I do mean squeezed! It
was actually a broom closet that was about two foot
square. When the door was closed Sandy and I were
literally pressed together. I pulled the light cord to I
could see what I was doing.

“Well, we better get going,” Sandy said, talking right
into my face.

“I can’t even bend down, how are we going to do this?” I
asked.

“We’ll just have to help each other,” Sandy replied.
“Can you get my shoes?” she asked.

I stretched my arm down all the way and grabbed her
ankle, pulling her leg up until her foot was right in
front of my face. I untied her sneaker and removed it.
Then, I slipped my thumb under her sock and stripped
it right off, which made Sandy giggle. Her long, bare toes were directly in front of my nose! They smelled like…. well… feet. Phew! What can I say? I lifted her other leg and got rid of her other sneaker and sock.

“Here, let me get yours,” Sandy said. She yanked off my
boots and then pulled off my socks. “Wow! Look at those big feet!” she teased.


“Well, let’s keep going,” I said. Our chests were
pressed together so we squeezed our hands between us and
started to unbutton our shirts. As we opened them, her
bra squeezed right up against my bare chest. Our shirts
dropped to the floor.

“Here, where’s your belt buckle?” Sandy asked, fumbling
around. We were so tightly pressed together that she had
to work her hand down between us. She found it, and
started to unbuckle it, while I found the snaps on her
jeans. She pulled my pants down and I pushed them away
with my foot. Then I pulled her jeans down. They were
pretty tight, so she had to hold on to her panties to keep them
from coming off, too.


Still pressed together, the bulge in my shorts was right
up against her panties as her toenails were digging into
the tops of my feet. “Well, I guess you’ll need my bra.
You’ll have to reach back, I can’t get it from here,”
Sandy said.

I reached back and unclasped her bra. It was tightly
jammed between us, but I worked it sideways and off. She
went “woo baby!” and giggled when her bare tits finally
squeezed against my bare chest.

I could feel her hard nipples against my skin.
Meanwhile, our hips were still pressed tightly together
with my rock hard dick in my briefs squashed tightly
against her panties. “What have you got in there,
anyway?” Sandy chuckled.

“You’ll find out!” I replied.

“That’s what I’m afraid of! Well, let’s get it over
with… they’re waiting,” Sandy answered.

I felt down between us and stuck my fingers under the
elastic of her undies and slowly wiggled them down, as
she did the same to me. We were now naked, but still
pressed together. My dick was tightly up against her
coarse pubic hair.

She looked down and squealed, “Oh my GOD! Be careful
with your……umm……..you know……. your…….”

“You mean my DICK?” I replied

“Yes, your……..DICK!” she giggled, red-faced. “Whatever you do, don’t stick it in me!”.