After Classes Are Over [FICTION]

[japanese moron]

an unusual sort of spin to put it on the story good work! Good go anywhere from here....

And something else i meant to add, i like how you make each part of the story one scene, makes it easier to follow and it works! Keep up the great work!

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The thing I remember the most from my accident when I was seven were the lights. At first, it was the paramedics, flashing their lights in my eyes. The ambulance trip had been very well lit. The hospital halls and the room in which I was were much brighter than regular rooms. To this day, I still dislike bright lights.

There is another element which also climbs to the surface when I try to recall the events of that fateful day. It starts with my mother's voice, yelling my name. She climbed into the ambulance with me and kept repeating my name, as if it held some kind of mystical power. Once I was under observation, I remember her voice very vividly, a comment which had stuck with me to that day.

"He could have died! He's never going near the water again!"

Her comment that day mirrored exactly how I felt today, watching Sarah leave the water and return to her towel. She had tried to help me deal with my fear of water and I had completely ruined her endeavour with my unwarranted fear and panic. Chances were good I'd blown it for any future we could have had together.

"No."

The word came from her mouth, at first without conviction.

"No! Dammit, No!"

The resolution in her voice took over any feelings of despair she might have had. I was only a few feet behind her when she turned to look me in the eye. I stopped advancing, mindful not to aggravate my situation.

"It's not happening like that."

I had no idea what specifically she was refering to. Better to err on the side of caution and wait for more explanation. She picked up her clothes, another camisole, this one beige, and short pants which she quickly put on.

"Jim, get dressed."

It took a few moments for my body to respond. I gathered my stuff and wondered what was going to happen here. After a few moments, we had both recovered all of our stuff.

"Follow me."

I wanted to disobey. I wanted to apologize and return home, and hope for the best for another day. She obviously had other plans and was not about to let me get away. To prove her point, she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the street, off the beach. I finally managed to voice my questions.

"Where are we going?
"Somewhere safe. Somewhere we can deal with this as mature adults."

It was not the answer I was hoping for, but it would have to do for the time being. She dragged me across the streets towards the inner city. We did not have to walk far. We entered a large apartment building and headed for the stairs.

"Where are we?
"Sanctuary. Home."

She was taking me to her place. But why, after the debacle at the beach? I felt like dead weight she was lugging around, useless and pathetic. But she would not let go. We climbed up to the fourth floor at a hectic pace. I was almost out of breath. She arrived at a door, turned the handle and swung it open. The door was not locked.

As we entered a small hallway with an opening at the end, leading into a living room, and one to the left, leading to a small bathroom, I could smell incense in the background.

"Is this your place?
"Yes it is."

She stopped as we entered the living room. It was a large place, with three different sofas, a wall-mounted plasma screen, a table in the middle. A door at the far right led into a hallway, while a door in the far left led into a kitchen cubicle and dining room. The ceiling was high and everything was very open.

"You live alone?
"During the vacation. Otherwise, I have roommates. They're okay, though.
"How many live here?
"Four. Five sometimes.
"Do you share rooms?
"Yeah. I sleep over there, at the end of the hall, with Jennifer. Other room is empty until new people move in. Foreign students next semester.
"Who is Jennifer?
"My best friend. JIm, sit down. Do you want anything to drink?
"No thanks, I'm good."

I sat down in a sofa. She went into the kitchen and got herself a beer.

"Are you sure?
"Positive, thanks."

She opened up her beer, and went across from me, sitting on the edge of the table so we could be face-to-face. She was trying to smile, but I could easily tell how upset she was. I felt remorseful for my lack of faith in her ability to protect me in the water. I also felt guilty for denying her pleasure which I so readily sought.

"Jim, I need to apologize."

I froze up. I had expected many things, but not that one. Suddenly, I realized she must feel as guilty as I did for what had happened. She had been the one to push me into the water and into a situation of panic. Despite the best of intentions, she had put me in a position where I lost control and became erratic, if not downright dangerous.

"It's okay, I...
"Shut up, please."

She said it with a smile. There was no meanness in the comment, just a desire for me to let her finish with her apologies before I entered in my own.

"It was selfish of me to try to cure you without asking your permission first. I was abrupt and a little abusive. I manipulated you and I'm sorry for that. Please forgive me.
"I forgive you."

Those were the exact words she needed to hear. But I wasn't done with my own apology.

"Look, Sarah, I like you, but I can't change overnight, and I'm not sure I want to change. I admit it, as terrifying as that experience in the water was, in a way, I'm glad you forced me into a realization about myself. I have not been fully supportive of what you tried to do, and I do get where you're coming from."

The words flowed freely, naturally.

"I'm sorry I can't trust you enough, yet, to let you help me deal with my trauma. In time, maybe, almost certainly. It has to come from me, though, I hope you can understand that."

She smiled. Finally, she smiled.

"I do, Jim."

There was a brief moment of silence and we hugged. As I pulled back, I kissed her on the cheek. She shivered and quickly pulled away. I was afraid I'd made the wrong move, but she did not seem that troubled. She had her own limitations, and kissing me was one of them. It was starting to bother me. There were other things bothering me too, things I'd left for another time. But the incident at the beach told me that it was better to lay it all out instead of letting things fester.

"Can we talk?
"I thought that's what we were doing.
"I mean, really talk. No games for a while.
"Okay. What's on your mind?"

There were so many questions stumbling about in my brain it was hard to pick one to start with. I thought about my last question towards her, during our game, two nights ago, why she would not sleep with me. She said she would answer it if we went on a date. I still had not gotten any answer, and despite the failed encounter in the water, the notion still remained fuzzy. But that question was part of the game, and it seemed somehow inappropriate at the moment. I was not in the mood for a game at the moment. My mind wandered to another topic and it rolled off my tongue.

"Why do you turn everything you do into a dare?"

A valid question. From the memo card she had sent me, to our first date, flashing me and having me write my address in reverse, then the second date and all its erotic fun, even the beach today. Everything was a challenge to her. I wanted to understand her point of view.

"I suppose there are several reasons. But the first one is, I can't resist a good challenge. And by good, I mean, within my limitations. I've been daring myself to do things since I was thirteen, it's a second nature for me. Whenever I get faced with a task, however trivial or daunting, I always try to turn it into a challenge.
"Is that what I am to you, just a challenge?
"Jim, no! Of course not."

She stood up.

"I admit, I treat our burgeonning relationship like a game, but that's only because I do it for everything else too. But I don't play with just anyone, not when my feelings are involved. I used to, a few years back. But you grow with each new dare, and all I've put myself through has shaped me. The games we play are my way of getting to know you. We can go to the movies and watch a flick in silence, or we can fool around and learn to know each other through our interaction, defining the parameters of our relationship. Is this making any sense?"

To be honest, she was making sense to me. It was still hard to acknowledge because I still felt somewhat used. But then again, wasn't I using her in return?

"I don't know yet. Sometimes, I don't feel in control.
"What would it take to make you feel better about it, then?. Because Jim, I'll be honest with you, you may not want to change, but I don't either. And yet we're both learning from this experience, and it's opened you up to entirely new ideas, am I right?
"You are.
"You'd never imagined doing the things we did, right?
"I did not.
"There you go. The change does not have to be major. But you have to consider the possibility that there are other ways to do things than the ones we've all been taught or tried before. Novelty and imagination keeps the relationship interesting."

She sat back down, took my hands in hers.

"Look, Jim, if you weren't important to me, we would not be here, having this conversation.
"You're important to me, too. I'm just trying to figure out our relationship. Grammar has rules you have to follow. You can bend them but the limits are clear about what is good and what is not. It's very different here.
"The limits are those we set ourselves. It takes a lot more maturity to know one's limits than to play with those imposed by society. It's a conscious decision, at least, that's how I see it."

She let go of my hands. I was feeling better and so was she. This was very important to me. We were working through our difficulty through dialogue.

"Come on, I know you have other questions.
"What about you, you can ask me questions too.
"Yes. But I can wait. You need to be in control, so ask questions. Anything you want to know. Consider this my penance for the stunt I pulled on you earlier.
"Okay."

It was time for me to take the gloves off. If I was going to get involved with Sarah, there were questions which I needed to address. Events had already gone farther than I'd imagined they would.

"In a way, I'm glad nothing happened in the water.

My comment took her by surprise.

"Why?
"Don't get me wrong, I think you're a good person, but I don't know where you've been. And you don't know where I've been. If we're going to get intimate, we need to talk about a few things first.
"I see where you're going. Okay. Ask away.
"When was your last medical check-up, for disease?
"Three months ago, when I started entertaining the possibility of hooking up with you. I'm clean. You?
"I haven't been with anyone for years, and I was clean back then. Do you take the pill?
"I do. And to anticipate another question, my last sexual encounter was a little under a year ago.
"Should I take protection?
"I don't see why, but if you're more comfortable with it, I don't mind.
"If we can skip it, I don't mind either, no one really likes the feeling of the latex. But it's your body.
"It's yours too, you know."

The tension had gone away completely. The openness of our dialogue had put me at ease. I knew I could trust her to care for her needs as well as mine. I felt bad about the entire trust issue. She took the initiative to speak.

"I want to ask you something now.
"Fire away.
"I have a party tonight, with friends. I'd like you to come along. But I must warn you. It might get... somewhat spicy.
"Spicy?
"Nothing too much, just titillation for the senses. It can go as far as you want it.
"You'll have to be more specific.
"Three years ago, my friend Jennifer and I started daring each other for stunts. Eventually, we started to include some of our friends. You wouldn't know them, but I'd love to introduce them to you.
"What do you have planned for this party tonight?
"Nothing is planned. Things sort of happen. I would like you to be there. But you don't have to, if you feel uneasy."

It took me a moment to consider my answer. I wanted to spend time with her, but spending time with her with strangers (at least to me) in a potentially racy scenario was a bit out of my league.

"How about my limitations?
"They can stand. You can set them up at the beginning and no one will question them."

Again, my mind probed my psyche, to see if I would be up to the task.

"I'll go. If you answer one last question for me.
"Go ahead.
"Why won't you kiss me?"

It was a shot in the dark. She might shoot me down right there. It might fall apart and I might never see her again.

"Because... when we kiss, I want it to be memorable. I want it to be something I can hold onto for the rest of my life. Because when we kiss, that's a commitment, to me at least. I like you, Jim, a lot, but I need to know you better before I can commit to you. For me, that's playing these games with you. I hope you can understand that."

I smiled. I had envisionned so many different scenarios that the truth seemed so simple. I had gotten it all wrong - again!

"Okay. I'll go to your party. And I won't kiss you until you're ready to be kissed."

She smiled back. Things were looking up again. My only concern was how much I would have to involve myself in the activities of the party, and how much would I be willing to let Sarah participate, given the potential for eroticism involved. If it was a question of knowing my limits, I had a feeling they were going to be put to the test!

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Would you like me to include subtitles for the parts of the story?

[Nohbdy123]

This is absolutely excellent. I'm really enjoying this...

[Redneckgirl88]

This is such an amazing story.. i can't wait to read more.. Please continue.. You are such a wonderful writer... I feel like I am right there experiencing the whole situation... kind of like being a fly on the wall..

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I went back home to change for the evening's entertainment. I needed a shower and shave, and frankly, I wanted some time alone to reflect on my situation. My week had been challenging emotionally and I was trying to cope with Sarah's presence in my life.

While I lay under the cool water, rinsing away my worries and the salt from the ocean water, I tried to visualize Sarah's inner journey. She had talked about the way she had transformed herself through this daring process. The notion was intriguing, but there were some aspects which I found unsettling. I wondered if anything was taboo to her anymore. We had talked about limitations, about going only as far as you are able to handle, but also about pushing boundaries. I was not dumb. The idea of setting limits for yourself is so you can challenge them once in a while. Eventually, if you challenge them often enough, your reservations about them change, and you lower your expectations, and sometimes your morality. There were some steps I was willing to take, but there were others I would never reach. Not every one can be comfortable doing anything. Then, there was the notion that Sarah was already very involved in the manipulation of her own limitations. She might not see it that way, but she was pushing her boundaries in a very conscious fashion. She could move in and out of them without breaking a sweat. Could I be comfortable knowing her limits could shift according to circumstance? What did that say about her own morality?

In the end, of course, it did not really matter. Everyone has his own set of principles. She had been right about freedom of thought. It is fairly easy to adopt a set of rules and regulations from a religious belief, or from a moral high ground. It is quite another to actually ponder the rules of your own personal universe. And it was for that particular reason that I had agreed to follow her that night, if only to question myself.

There was of course the reason that I cared for her, and that I was still hoping this could turn into a meaningful relationship. We had such good chemistry, and we were able to talk about anything.

I stepped out of the shower, shaved my stubble and got dressed. New Year's party, nothing fancy. Blue Jeans, white t-shirt and open black shirt over it. Sarah would drop by my place around 6 PM. I still had an hour or so to kill. I watched television for some time and ate the rest of the leftover fruit from our previous date.

She was punctual. I got out to meet her. She said it was not that far and we could walk there. She had also taken a shower and changed. She was a green camisole, a red skirt that went to half her thigh and knee socks. She looked appropriately dressed for the occasion. As we walked over to the house where the activity was supposed to take place, she started talking about her friends. When we got there, I felt I had a better understanding of who they were, and they no longer felt like complete strangers, just potential friends I had not yet met.

We were going to Barry's and Bonnie's. Barry had a job with the government, obtained through his father's connections, despite having little schooling. He had purchased his first house during the year, so he must have been pretty loaded, with the market prices being what they were. He was seeing Bonnie, they lived together and were engaged to be married sometime during the year. Sarah had met both in high school. Barry and Bonnie had been an item since their third year. They'd met during an athletics competition and had never let go of each other. They'd been among the first people whom Sarah and her friend Jennifer had inducted in their activities.

Then, there were Claire and Cassie. Sarah told me the girls were also an item. I was intrigued, but then again, this was San Francisco. Sarah had told me that Claire had always known she was into girls, but that Cassie had discovered it through the dares they'd imposed on themselves. They'd been together for two years now. Both studied fashion.

Thomas was gay. Well, he was actually bi. I wondered for a moment why she would start by mentioning it. I realized it was out of respect for my own sensititivies, since we were going over there for some erotic fun. My former roommate in college had also been gay, and although I did not mind his advances, I also had never acted upon his overt invitations towards me. Thomas was also a trained boxer, seeking to break into the professional ring. I was impressed. I had heard his name a few times before on campus. He was a part-time trainer there. I would never have guessed he swung both ways.

Which took us to Jennifer, Sarah's best friend. She had already given me a few hints about her. They shared the same room in their apartment and I began to wonder what else they might have shared. Sarah apparently read my mind because she told me she had gone out with Jennifer for several months.

"You did not tell me that?
"You asked my boyfriends. Not my girlfriends."

Her playful smile played with the images in my mind.

"Okay. And?
"Well, we're great friends, just not great lovers. I can confide in her, but she can be overbearing and I need my space.
"If she lives with you, and we're going to see her tonight, where was she? With her parents?
"No, she worked all week. She does commercials, she was in San Diego.
"Commercials? What for?
"Erotic phone lines. You know those girls in the bikini ads? She does those.
"She handles calls?
"No. She just does the ads. She's done hand modeling too, and some nude stuff.
"Nudes?
"Yeah. For a website. No porn. Just nudity."

I did not know if I should be impressed or disgusted. I decided not to pass judgement until I met her in person.

We arrived at the house a little before 6:30. It was a small cottage, really not that big a deal, but it was cozy and it was theirs. Sarah rapped on the door, and Barry, a large athletic man came to the door.

"Sarah!"

They hugged and kissed on the cheeks.

"This must be James. Hi! I'm Barry. Welcome to my place.
"Thanks Barry. You've heard about me.
"Oh I have!
"What does that mean?"

Barry just laughed and waved us in. His lover, Bonnie, came over from the kitchen to greet us. Presentations, kisses. I noticed Bonnie and Sarah kissed on the lips. I wondered what that meant. Then I decided to stop asking myself questions to which I could not have the immediate answer. It would only make my evening less of a mystery.

"The others are in the living room, watching a movie.
"Great!"

Sarah grabbed me by the hand and dragged me off. We entered a large living room, possibly the largest room of the house. They were all there, and from Sarah's commentary on the way here, I recognized each of them. Again, presentation and kisses. When Thomas came over and shook my hand, I must admit I had some reserves as I saw him lean over, as if to kiss me on the cheeks. He must have felt it because he stopped his motion and simply greeted me. I felt ashamed. I'd been around gay people before and I'd never had such a reaction. Perhaps it was the prospect of the evening that froze me up. Regardless, Sarah took over and started talking about how we'd met in class, how she'd instantly developed a crush on me, but had waited until the end of the session to act upon it. I'd called her, we'd been on three dates so far and things were going great. I was giddy. The troubles on the beach seemed distant now.

We sat down and watched the end. It was one of those movies that parodies other movies. Thomas seemed really into it. The others, not so much. Bonnie brought over two plates of nachos and we wolfed them down. I was brought a beer but I declined. Barry asked me if I wanted something stronger. I asked for rhum and something and he brought it.

Around 7:15, the movie ended. I was glad it was over. It was definetely not my kind of entertainment. Thomas kept replaying some of the key scenes out loud to himself. The others just laughed along with him. Eventually, Barry and Bonnie came to join us, bringing a plate of cheeses and cold meats. We ate quickly, and Barry refilled my glass. I decided that would be my last one for the night. I did not want to lose control here. If I was going to be tested, I wanted it to be on my own terms, and I did not want the alcohol to affect my judgement.

"So what do we do now?"

The question had come from Claire. Thomas answered.

"I say we start with the night's activities. Besides, we want to be ready for midnight and the lowering of the ball in Times Square."

All agreed, so I followed along.

"Sarah, did you take the time to explain our evening to James?
"I did. He knows we're here to play truth or dare.
"And did you discuss limitations?
"I did. But I think he's best suited to tell us what he's willing to do, or not."

Cassie broke in.

"James, there are two ways. Since you're the new player, you get to set up a few things. We can either play with all the same limitations, meaning yours, or we can play with our regular limitations and you play with your own, easing yourself towards ours if you want to.
"I get that, I answered. I've thought about it, and I'd like us all to start with the same limitations. Once I get the hang of it, then you can move on to your own limits. How does that sound?"

Thomas interjected.

"Sounds like a plan to me!"

Everyone laughed. It looked like it was time to get this party started.

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Sarah took the floor.

"Okay, Jim. Tell us the rules.
"Fine. Give me a moment."

I had actually been preparing myself for this, since Sarah had warned that my limitations would come into play. I was glad that these veteran players were taking my inexperience into account. I did not want to hold back too much, but I wanted to set my own pace.

"I want us to start with only truths, one full turn, everybody answers a question, and I get to answer the first one. After that, we do a full turn of dares. Only solo stuff first, at least for me.
"For us too then, said Sarah.
"Okay. Nothing disgusting, public, dangerous or sexual. After these two turns, we'll see where we go from there."

Everyone agreed. I felt confident they would respect my intimacy. Barry got up.

"I have an idea. I have a game, set-up, on my computer. It generates random truths and dares. I can set it up so it displays on the television. How about we work with it?"

The others seemed to think it was a good idea. I was not sure about playing with random truths or dares, but Sarah did not seem to mind. I agreed. As Barry went into the other room to set it up, Jennifer explained.

"You see, we've done a lot of dares, and asked a lot of questions. We know each other pretty well. Doing things random makes it interesting for us, because we can't expect what the person will ask us to do.
"What about punishments? I asked. Do you play with them?
"Usually. Would you like to?
"I don't mind. I understand sometimes things can be hard or impossible to do.
"Well, Thomas said, nothing's impossible. There are things you simply don't want to do, and we understand that."

Barry came back with a computer keyboard and turned on the television. There was a black screen. He put the keyboard in the middle of the room.

"Okay, so you press F1 for Truths and F2 for dares. If we get something inappropriate, we can simply skip it."

Everyone looked at me. It was time to jump into the fray. I hit the F1 button. A question popped on the screen.

Where and what time of the day, do you like to have sex other than the bedroom?

I was in it now. Everyone stared at me to break the ice.

"Time of day is easy. I prefer at night, right before going to sleep. And I guess I always fancied having sex in the shower, but I never got around to it with any of my previous relationships."

My eyes darted away from Sarah. I knew she picked up on this kind of information and was liable to use it against me at some point.

Sarah, sitting next to me, was next.

What question would you most dread to be asked?

I started to understand the implications of the game. I felt sorry for Sarah, but she did not seem to mind.

"Right now, the question that would frighten me most would be if someone asked me about how far I'd gone with each and everyone of you, seeing as how it might intimidate Jim."

She had hit a nerve. I did have reservations about these people, namely in respect to how involved she had been with each of them. I now knew Jennifer had been a previous girlfriend (I was still wrapping my head around that one) but I was wondering if any of these boys had been one of the anonmymous boyfriends.

It was Jennifer's turn.

What do you think is the best and worst things about group sex?

I was feeling flustered. These questions were almost all geared towards sex. I reminded myself that so far, this had been only the third question, and only Sarah's answer had been somewhat sexually-oriented, not the question.

"Best thing : swapping partners. Worst thing : no intimacy."

From her quick answer, I gathered she'd had experience. The game moved on to Thomas.

Have you ever made an idiot of yourself in front of someone you were interested in?

"All the time! I'm no good when I'm flirting. I always say stupid things, trying to be all aloof, and I always mess up my introduction. There was this guy, a few weeks back, at a bar. We made eye contact, and I went over to offer him a beer. All of a sudden, I feel this sneeze coming up, and I try to stop it, but I sneeze all over his jacket. I got home lonely that night!"

He handed the keyboard to Cassie. She hit F1 eagerly.

Which colleague have you ever had a fantasy about?

"Do you mean work colleague, or someone here?
"Anything you want, said Thomas.
"Okay... well, Jim's nice enough looking."

I blushed. She laughed, then continued.

"There's this girl at my office. Her name's Prissy. She has this cute little ass, and always wears miniskirts. One night, I dreamt she was leaning over the photocopy machine, and I came in from behind, and I rode her right then and there. With my strap-on.
"Naughty girl! replied Claire. You didn't tell me about that one.
"Well I gotta keep some secrets for when we play."

They exchanged a mild kiss. The keyboard was passed on to Claire.

If you had 2 wishes, that would expire after 24 hours, what would the wishes be?

"Only two. I think I was asked that question last time, but here goes. I'd like to become a man, see what it feels like, having a dick and all that. I'd like to do my girlfriend as a man.
"That's one, said Barry.
"Yeah. Huh... I'd like the violence and crap in the world to stop, for twenty-four hours. Maybe that would be enough for people to actually start caring about each other."

I was both aroused and impressed by her comments. This was easier than I thought it would be. Of course, we were still only doing truths.

Bonnie's turn came up.

Have you ever had sex with another person while your partner watched?

She giggled. Everyone smiled.

"Well, not sex per se. But I did have interesting experiences with some of the people in this room while Barry was around. And I don't he minded too much.
"I got to watch!
"You got a little more than that.
"True."

They kissed. Their complicity was nice. I felt that they had developed their limits together, and that explained how they were so at ease with the topics at hand. I tried to imagine Bonnie with some of the girls here, but quickly decided my imagination might play tricks on me. Better to remain grounded for the moment.

It was Barry's turn, last one, last truth.

What is the strangest object you have ever used to masterbate with?

"Strangest? I don't usually use stuff to masturbate, except visual aids!"

We all laughed.

"Uh... I'd say a pillow. Sounds right honey?
"I don't know. I'm not usually here when you masturbate."

Laughter filled the room. Sarah turned to me.

"How was it? Did you like it?
"It's okay. I can handle it. Besides, I set the rules, might as well follow them.
"Dares then, said Thomas.
"Within limits, continued Barry."

The keyboard returned to my hands. Just as I was pressing F2, I hoped the dare would be something I was willing to do, and that I would not disappoint these people. Lady luck smile upon me, I whispered.

Exchange an article of clothing from above the waist, with TARGET player as fast as you can.

Something easy. The group looked around and designated Jennifer, who was wearing a loose blue blouse which might fit me. I had my black shirt on. We both got up, and people gave us our cue to start. I focused on removing my shirt and handed it to her. The buttons on her were snap-ons, so she simply pulled it apart.

She was not wearing any bra. I got stunned for a moment, staring at her figure, but she took the black shirt from my hand and put her blue blouse in mine.

"Come on, you'll have plenty of opportunity to stare later!"

Hurriedly, she put on my black shirt. I slid her blouse over my t-shirt and kept it open. We both sat down. She tied my shirt around her breasts, showing enough cleavage to keep everyone interested, while hiding the more private areas.

Sarah was laughing silly.

"You should have seen your face!"

I was still in shock. Her breasts were gorgeous, somewhat larger than Sarah's. Sarah leaned over and pecked me on the cheek.

"You're gonna live?
"Sure. You know, every time something happens, I feel like I'm being set up!
"Relax."

She looked deep into my eyes. I saw her bite her lower lip. She quickly pulled back and retrieved the keyboard.

Take a shower. The rest of the group watches you wash yourself. If there is no water, strip and pretend to shower. You may dress yourself back.

I froze. The idea of seeing her naked turned me on, but the idea of her friends being there bothered me. It probably wasn't something they had never seen before, but still. She simply stood up.

"I don't want to get wet, so I'll do it here."

She started playacting entering the bathroom, then turning on the water. She pulled her camisole off and slid her skirt down to the ground. I could not take my eyes off of her, and I imagine neither could anyone else. She had matching white bras and panties. She unhooked her bra, exposing her breasts to all, then slid out of her panties. She finally rolled out of each sock, from the knee down. I was so turned on I could not focus on anything but her shape and my erection. I immediately started rubbing it through my pants, unaware if the others were paying attention to me. She then stepped "into the shower" and started washing herself. She slid her hands across her body from head to toe, making sure to wash herself in every nook and cranny. Her fingers gently rubbed around her opening, then she moved on. I could tell she was excited as well. Once she was done with the shower, she stepped out and winked at me, tilting her head slightly towards the floor. I realized I was almost masturbating through my clothes. I recomposed myself before anyone noticed - at least I hoped. She quickly recovered all of her clothes and got dressed up again.

It was there I noticed I was not the only turned on by the display. My heart was racing. I did not know if I should feel content or jealous. Yet, before I could dwell on my condition any further, Jennifer had already picked up the keyboard and entered into her own dare.

Allow TARGET player to caress your thighs.

She smiled, and asked if she could pick the target player. The others said yes. I knew where she was going.

"Jim, if you would be so kind."

For a moment, I wanted to argue that I had said I would do only solo stuff, but I was turned on. I had already seen her breasts. I wanted to see her thighs now. I did send a quick glimpse to Sarah, to see if she was all right with this, but she just smiled her usual smile.

Jennifer was wearing black pants so she pulled them off, revealing black undies. I was glad they were opaque. I knelt down in front of her, she edged herself towards me so her feet were on each side of me. I started to massage her left thigh with both hands. She closed her eyes. I imagined it was to increase her perception. I tried to be gentle. She did seem to enjoy it, and I was increasingly turned on, staring at her crotch almost the whole time. You can imagine what was going on through my mind.

When the deed was done, I returned to my place. She did not bother putting her pants back on. She was now wearing only her black undies, black socks and my black shirt.

Thomas hurried his turn. He was anxious.

Strip naked TARGET player.

He immediately hopped to his feet.

"Barry! Come here!"

Barry laughed, as if he was expecting it.

"What, you don't see enough of me naked in the showers at the gym?
"I never see enough of you - or anyone - naked!
"Fine. Go ahead."

Thomas studied his prey. Barry was wearing a red t-shirt with a company logo, black pants and socks. It occured to me that I was going to see another guy naked. I wondered what my reaction would be. I decided to let the event unfold and analyze my reaction later.

At first, Thomas played around Barry, unbuckling his pants, then pulling the t-shirt half off. Barry was wearing red underwear, briefs from what I could tell. Suddenly, Thomas got more agitated, pulled the t-shirt off, then the pants, letting his hands slide down Barry's legs, as Barry laughed all the way. He pulled off the socks one by one, then stared at Barry's crotch.

"That's my kind of toy.
"Will you just get it over with?"

Barry was having a hard time containing his good humor, and it was communicative. In one swift move, Thomas pulled the briefs off of Barry. I immediately noticed the shape Barry was in. He had a good six-pack, nothing too impressive, but just enough to be respectable. His entire body was well-built, with muscles in the right places. My own body felt somewhat inadequate compared to his, and I saw Sarah was enjoying the sight. I wondered if I should start training more. Looking at his naked form, at his half-erect person, I had no reaction. Nothing. No aversion, no attraction. He was just there, a few feet from me, naked, and I was fine with it. It cooled my nerves. I'd been dreading the male presence. But he was just like me, somewhat uncomfortable, using laughter to pass through it.

He sat back down and turned to Thomas.

"Happy now?
"Oh I most assuredly am!"

We laughed once more. Cassie retrieved the keyboard.

TARGET player removes bra. You must cup their breasts for FOUR turns, acting as their bra. At the end, they may put their bra back on.

Cassie turned to Claire.

"Mind if I don't choose you?
"Honey, you cup my breasts all the time when we're at home. Have fun here.
"Bonnie!"

Bonnie smirked. She was wearing a red blouse. Removing it, she exposed a redder bra. She also took it off without hesitation, giving us ample view of her breasts. Cassie moved behind Bonnie and cupped her mounds, jiggling them a little.

"Hey stop it! It tickles.
"Sorry. Hmm... they feel nice.
"Don't I know it! answered Barry."

Claire watched Cassie fondle Bonnie's breasts as she reached for the keyboard and her turn to play.

Gently STROKE any erogenous zone of TARGET player with your feet.

"Sarah, do you mind?
"Jim?"

She had turned to me. I felt flattered. I decided to let her do what she wanted.

"It's your decision."

She smiled. Claire moved towards Sarah, who pulled up her skirt just enough to reveal her white panties. Claire eased her foot into position and started moving it up an down. At first, Sarah watched Claire work, but her face became languid, and her gaze turned towards me. She closed her eyes, bit her lower lip and let Claire play with her for a while. It was gentle and sweet, almost loving. Before Sarah could really get going, Claire stopped.

"I think that's enough for now."

Sarah was almost panting.

"I think you're right."

Bonnie had already secured the keyboard, with Cassie's hands still on her breasts.

Allow TARGET player to kiss you up and down your backside.

Now that one posed a problem. Since Cassie was holding her breasts from behind, someone would have to reach around Cassie to perform the task. This did not seem to stop anyone.

"Jennifer, do you think you can try it?
"I most certainly can!"

All three girls got up. Since Bonnie was topless (safe for Cassie's hands), it was easy for Jennifer to kiss her back. She slid in between the two, and slowly started kissing her way up the backbone of Bonnie. Bonnie was ticklish and she was not doing anything to hide it. Once she had gone all the way up, Jennifer went all the way down. These girls knew the game and knew how to work together to get things done.

All that remained for that turn was Barry. I knew when my turn came up, I'd have to make a decision. I started pondering it as Barry entered F2.

Convince TARGET player to strip by making a deal; if you can't, you must strip instead.

Another problem presented itself. Barry was already naked. If he couldn't complete the first part of it, what would happen? Thomas intervened.

"Okay. Here's what we do. You get someone to strip, dare is over. You don't, you get a punishment. Deal?
"Sounds fair, Barry said without hesitation.
"And the person you have to get to strip is... Jim!"

Again, I knew it would be me. I stared at Barry's face and wondered if he could convince me to strip. He looked at me for a moment, then said.

"Can I do it in private?
"I don't see why not. But if you do convince him, he has to strip in front of us.
"What do you think, Jim?
"Whatever you got, Barry."

So Barry led us from the living room into his bedroom. It was a large space, with only a queen-sized bed and several shelves. He shut the door and sat on the bed. I sat at the opposite end.

"Okay, here's the deal. I know you like Sarah, and I know she likes you.
"Not news to me.
"Well here's news. You're the first guy she's ever invited here. She definetely likes you a lot. You want to impress her, you play along.
"Yeah, but I could impress her by sticking up for myself.
"True, but I can give you pointers.
"Tell you what, Barry. You people like games, so I'm going to play a quick game with you. I'll ask you six questions. Since I'm wearing six items of clothing, I'll remove one item for every answer you provide me - to my satisfaction. Do we have a deal?
"You bet! Fire away!"

I knew most of the questions I wanted to ask, but I did have to improvise a few. I also knew that Barry would not deceive me. He wanted to win this dare at all costs. I decided to be candid.

"Am I being set-up here? Is there a plan in motion that I'm not aware of."

He hesitated. A bad sign.

"I have to answer yes and no. The thing is, Sarah likes you, she wants to get to know you, but she's... well, she's special. I'm sure you've figured it out.
"I have. Go on.
"We have not had a party like this in over a year. She called us up, right after Christmas, asked us to set it up. She had this great guy she wanted us to meet, you, and she wanted our appreciation of you. See what kind of guy. You're being set-up, yeah, but in a good way. You seem nice, and you're open-minded. HEck, you're talking to a naked dude!
"Okay, that's one. WHo here has slept with Sarah?
"That one I don't like to answer, but here goes. As far as going all the way, only Jennifer.
"And what about the other bases?
"She's been to third base with pretty much everyone except me.
"Okay that's two. Is she bi?
"No. She's experimented, she thought she might be, but she likes... well... dicks!
"Three. Doing good so far. Do these activities end in orgies, or stuff like that?
"No. Well, yes, once. But it was a special case. Jennifer was with Sarah, and Bonnie and me together, and Claire and Cassie. All in the same room, but with our own partners. Thomas wasn't there that time.
"So no exchanges.
"No! I wouldn't mind if Bonnie experimented a little more, but I could never tolerate her banging another dude. That's just wrong.
"But you're okay with her with other women?
"Yeah, I mean... have you ever seen two women going at it? Totally hot! Does that make it four or five?
"I'll be generous and say five. Last question. How do I get her to kiss me?"

Barry seemed depressed.

"Oh man! If I knew the answer to that one! She doesn't kiss, except other girls. Except for actual sex, that's the only limit I know to her. She told you she was engaged once?
"She told me she said no.
"Well yeah. Well, the guy, Brad, he's in the hospital or he would probably be here. He said she never actually kissed him on the lips."

I pondered.

"Okay. That makes six. Thanks Barry.
"Hey, anything to help a guy get laid! Plus, I thing you'd be good for Sarah. I hope you get to kiss her.
"Have any mistletoe?
"Nah! She won't go for that tradition.
"Worth a shot, I guess."

We shook hands, and walked back into the living room. It was now time for my live performance.

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very interesting and great how there was 3 LONG chapters put up in the space of 24 hours. A total fan and liking where this is going!

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Barry sat back down triumphantly.

"Am I good or what?
"What deal did you make? inquired Jennifer.
"A gentleman never tells. Jim?"

I took this as my cue. I rushed off the blue blouse and threw it back at Jennifer. She wooed me and clapped a few times. My gaze met Sarah's. She was anticipating this probably more than the others. I could not really tell, since she was the only important thing on my mind. If the others got off on it, good for them.

Facing her, I slowly slid my hands under my t-shirt, and with a move as gracious as I could make it, pulled it off my body. Sarah was entranced by my dance. She had been excited at Barry's undressing but she was in awe of my own. I was not as athletic or good-looking as Barry, but she still preferred me. That fact got me all riled up. I struggled to remove my socks without using my hands, which was not the most erotic display but the people seemed to laugh it off.

I was down to jeans and underwear. Slowly, I unhooked and unzipped. I could hear words of encouragement from the girls. I was not sure if Barry or Thomas had joined in but maybe I did not want to know. Sarah was quiet, her attention focused solely on my display. Turning my back towards her, I lowered my pants and pulled them as best as I could. I was now only in my black boxers. Anyone staring could tell I was somewhat excited. I slid my thumbs down the front, then to the sides. I was still facing away from her.

That's when I saw Thomas' face. I almost froze up. He was enjoying this as much as the girls, maybe moreso. My excitation somewhat dropped, but I realized I had no reason to feel shame. I should be flattered I was turning him on. It did not mean anything had to happen.

Without a care in the world, I pulled off my boxers, exposing myself to the group. Then I turned around to face Sarah. Her face was glowing. I saw her play with her mouth and suddenly my arousal returned. I inched myself towards her, dancing around her, then I eventually sat back down, exhausted but content. I had done it. I was naked.

The others applauded my courage and asked for an encore.

"Give me a break!"

I noticed all eyes were on me, specifically, on my lower body.

"Sarah's lucky," said Bonnie, also rolling her mouth.

I was as hard as I'd ever been. Cassie had returned to her position, so Bonnie's breasts were exposed. I could visualize myself crawling up to her, leaning her on her back and sliding myself right between those mounds.

"Hey Romeo! Cover yourself up, you're gonna poke someone's eye out!"

I turned to Jennifer. She had removed my black shirt and was now topless too. I imagined her crawling up to me and going down on me. She tossed me my shirt.

"Put it over yourself before I start getting ideas."

I finally turned to Sarah. She was smiling. As I covered my nudity with my shirt, she leaned against my shoulder and whispered in my ear.

"I'm gonna fuck your brains out later."

To which I answered, in the same tone.

"Not if I do it first."

I was shocked at my answer. Thomas called out to me.

"Hey Jim!
"What?
"Nice!"

I blushed.

"Don't take it the wrong way, but Sarah, if you're ever done with him I call dibs!
"Back off, he's mine!"

Claire and Cassie called everyone back to order. Claire spoke.

"I'm glad everyone's enjoying this so much. I just wanted to remind you it's almost nine, so we really should keep playing. Jim, it's been two turns, you said you'd consider the rules once we got there."

Claire's presence of mind was greatly appreciated on my part. It helped me gather my mind and chase the confusion away. I quickly assessed my situation as well as that of the group. I was fine with everything that had happened, I was more than fine in fact, I was great. I had never felt so liberated. The sight of flesh, even Barry's, turned me on.

"I think... I'm comfortable if we crank it up a notch.
"Speak your mind, then, said Bonnie.
"I'm ready for dares with other people, and I don't mind a little stimulation, if it comes up."

She cupped her breasts. I blushed.

"I know what you're thinking. I'm thinking it too.
"We're all thinking it, said Thomas. Can we get on with it? I wanna get naked too!
"I suggest we keep on daring, just to keep it interesting."

No one objected to Sarah's comment. It was still my turn. What more could I do now?

Have a 3-way kiss with two other players.

My first thought was : great! I get to kiss Sarah. Then I remembered Barry's warning about her limit. I decided against it. Besides, if I could show her I was a good kisser, she might be more enclined to let her defenses fall.

"I choose... Claire and Cassie."
"All right, said Cassie."

She got up and Claire followed. Both girls had white t-shirts on and I could almost see the bras through them from this close. They got to about six inches of my face, and then started kissing. Cassie's hand reached behind my head as she pulled me in. I put my hand behind her head. Our lips met, then our tongues. I had wanted to kiss Sarah for so long that I probably overdid it, switching from girl to girl. Cassie's hand got a little adventurous near my thing and I retreated. The girls kept on kissing for a moment, then smiled at me before returning to their assigned places. I glanced over at Sarah but I noticed she was barely looking at me.

She quickly typed on the keyboard.

TARGET player removes panties. Wear them on your head for FOUR turns. If no one has panties left, fondle TARGET player's bottom.

"Jennifer?
"Yes dear?
"May I have your panties?
"Why don't you come and take them off?"

Jennifer laid on her back. Sarah crawled on top of her, up to her mouth and she kissed her lightly on the lips. The eroticism might have worked better on me if she would actually kiss me too. She slid her hands down Jennifer's body, caressing around her breasts, her navel. She grabbed the black undies and gently pulled them down. She gently kissed just above Jennifer's sex, and then pulled the panties completely off.

"It's been a while since you did anything like that, love.
"Don't get too used to it."

Sarah then clumsily placed Jennifer's panties on top of her head.

"Next?"

It was Jennifer's turn. She was wearing only blue socks that went up to the heels. I could see how excited she was, and I could easily imagine myself sliding into her.

Take a shot for every willing participant (up to 4) willing to strip for the round for you.

"Shot of what? she asked.
"I got something you'll like!"

Barry got up and went into the kitchen. He brought back a bottle of scotch.

"Huh! I hate scotch.
"Then you better hope no one strips!"

As if on cue, Thomas rose and started to strip right there. Not that Thomas was not a beautiful man, but my attention was still on Jennifer. Her left hand was near her crotch, slowly going up and down her inner thigh, as she was watching Thomas strip. Sarah must have noticed because she placed herself in my line of sight. She got in close to me.

"Are you all right?
"I don't know. I'm horny and I want to do your best friend. And you too."

Her smile reassured me.

"It's normal. She's extremely hot, I want to do her myself. But now's not the time to be thinking these things. Can you focus?
"Yes. I think I can.
"I know what will help you focus on me."

Thomas was naked now, and proud of it. Immediately, Sarah started to strip. Now she had my undivided attention. I noticed from the corner of my eye that Claire and Cassie were stripping each other, and that Bonnie was already naked. Jennifer was holding five fingers in the air, and Barry was pouring shots into shotglasses he had fetched. But my eyes kept returning to Sarah, as each piece of clothing came off. She proceeded like she had for the shower dare, first top, then bottom, bra and underwear. As she was going for her socks, I grabbed her by the hip and pulled her towards me. I buried my face in between her legs for a second. She moaned loudly, drawing attention to the action. I heard shouts of encouragement, and I pulled back. She was red and panting. Jennifer was the first to speak.

"You can stop there, Sarah, I think we see all we want to see."

She smiled at her, then at me. She still had her green knee socks on. Everyone took in the sights, then everyone sat back down. Jennifer downed the shotglasses one after the other without flinching - until the end, when she gagged on the last one. Sarah helped her regain her composure.

"God awful!"

Barry laughed. Thomas was already at the keyboard.

Suck, kiss and lick TARGET player's nipples, first gently, then getting harder.

I awaited my punishment. I was surprised, and pleasantly so, when Thomas looked at Barry, then to Bonnie.

"May I?
"Help yourself, said Barry."

Thomas leaned over to Bonnie, cupped her breasts and started suckling on them. His sucking turned to licks and kisses. Bonnie was ticklish so she half resisted his motion and tried not to laugh. The deed did not last long and Thomas returned to his position.

Cassie was next. She took her time. She was still appreciating the sight of everyone naked.

You must buy pizza for the group, even if food is readily available.

"Anyone hungry?"
"Starving, I said.
"Are you willing to answer the door naked? asked Bonnie.
"Are you kidding? I probably know the guy from past dares!"

They all laughed. We decided on vegetarian pizza and Cassie ordered two. It occured to me that I had said nothing public. I brought the topic up.

"Hmmm... that's true, said Thomas. So what do we about it?
"Well, I don't mind, but for Jim's sake, I'll answer in a half-open bathrobe, He'll see skin but not much else.
"You don't have to downplay because I'm here.
"Actually, I do. That's what the limits are for."

I decided not to argue the point any further. I hoped I hadn't ruined the mood of the game, but apparently, they had been expecting a reaction from me for some time now.

As soon as the order was done, Bonnie came back with a Bathrobe which Cassie laid beside her. It was Claire's turn.

Lie on your back, open mouth. Others mix drink into your mouth (no pure alcool). Swallow.

"Do you have anything other than scotch?
"Sure do, said Barry. Everyone, except you Claire, gather in the kitchen."

As we got up, Claire laid down on her back. Her breasts were natural. They all were in fact. This made me feel good, somehow.

"Okay, look in the fridge, find something and we'll pour it down her throat."

Barry already had the scotch. We each took something : vinegar (who keeps vinegar in the fridge?), milk, apple juice, tomate juice, cherry juice from a jar of cherries and beer.

"Better bring the bucket, just in case.
"Let's forget the vinegar, I said. With the milk, it could be bad for her health.
"You're the expert."

I took out the tabasco sauce from the pantry. We went back to the living room and saw her lying naked on the ground, mouth open, eyes closed. I saw the guys were thinking the same thing as me, but we laughed it off. We first poured the milk, then the apple juice, then the cherry juice. So far so good. When the tomate juice hit her tongue, she had a gag reflex but managed to keep it in. I added in the tabaso, then the beer and finally scotch. We told her to swallow.

She did. She immediately grimaced and forced against the drink to keep it in. She succeeded, though she kept gagging for a while longer.

"You all right, honey?
"Don't kiss me. I might throw up!"

Cassie comforted Claire, putting the game was on pause for a few moments. Eventually, Bonnie reached for the keyboard.

Shut your eyes. Any player can fondle your body anywhere they want. If you can't guess who on the first try, another player gets to fondle you, and on…

Bonnie shivered at the thought. Her eyes first went to Barry, and then to me. I was the new player, the forbidden fruit I imagined. Barry took a t-shirt from the pile of clothes and placed it over her eyes. She laid down in the middle of the room. This could go on indefinetely, I realized, until she guessed it right. I felt I had to ask a question.

"How far can we go fondling you?
"As far as you want, baby."

The answer was not what I expected but I went with it. We motioned to each other to see who would go first. Barry seemed adamant to go first. I did not think it was a good idea as I figured she would guess it immediately, but the others seemed to agree with him. He placed one hand on her right shoulder, and moved right above her breast.

"It's Jim, right?"

Barry smiled.

"No." I said.

We designated Jennifer. She went to tickle her feet.

"That's gotta be Claire."

Sarah was next. She cupped Bonnie's breasts from above. This time, Bonnie took her time.

"Hmmm... Jennifer.

Thomas was up. He put his hands on her stomach, right below her breasts, and massaged her.

"Now that's Jim!"

I couldn't believe it. Was she fantasizing about me? We decided to give Claire a go. She rubbed her hand on Bonnie's crotch, massaging it. Bonnie let the sensation sink in, biting her upper lip.

"huh.... Jennifer?"

This time Barry pointed towards me. As I moved in, he pointed at my sex and pointed at his girlfriend's breasts. I looked at him to make sure I understood correctly, then looked at Sarah to see if she was okay with this. She nodded that she agreed. Unsure of myself, I climbed on top of Bonnie, sat down on her stomach and put myself in between her mounds, and started rubbing gently, grabbing her breasts with my hands.

Her moan was audible in the other room. I was sure she would guess it. But she remained silent as I moved back and forth. I mouthed wordlessly how long I had to go. All I got was keep going. So I kept going for a while, enjoying the warmth of her breasts against me, edging myself slowly to completion. I mentionned this wordlessly to Sarah, who placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Jim" she finally said, out of breath.

I got off her as fast as I could, and not a moment too soon. Then, I noticed one of her hands down there. She had been caressing herself the whole time. I was not certain if I should feel flattered or used. I remained quiet for several moments, letting the tension die down. Meanwhile, Barry's turn had come up.

Stand motionless in the middle of the room. Target player performs a pole dance around you.

I had not yet fully recovered so I did not hear who Barry picked. He simply stood up and motionless. Next thing I knew, Sarah was dancing around him. For a moment, I just stayed there, staring into space. Abruptly, I rose up and darted away from the scene, into the bathroom.

"Jim?"

Sarah's voice reached my ears but I could not stop. I shut the door and locked myself in. This was too much for me. I wanted out!

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Thank you for all the comments. Greatly appreciated and highly motivating to keep the story going. What can I say, I write fast!

BTW, the program I mentionned in my post is actually and Excel Sheet that I programmed which gives out random dares. I am actually using it to come up with the truths/dares in this story, so it's actually affecting the way the story unfolds.

I don't know if there's a file sharing capability on this site, but I'd be happy to provide it to anyone who wants it. I'm also always looking to update it. I've scooped around this site but there are just so many topics that it's a dreadful task to compile. And so many dares repeat themselves.

But I digress. Stay tuned for more!

P.S. Notice how words disappear from my posts? I think I might suffer from missing-word-in-the-sentence syndrome, or MWITS.

[japanese moron]

MWITS lol!

And if you find a way to share that software i'm up for lending a hand keeping it up to date!

Keep the stor coming, this rocks! So far i've only found 3 stories that i've stuck with, and this is one of them!

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When I was four, I learned to play a game called Cowboys and Indians. You are probably familiar with it, but just for the sake of argument, let me highlight the rules for you.

The players divide into two teams. Cowboys and Indians. Then, they run around the place, shooting at each with imaginary pistols, or firing imaginary arrows, in an attempt the slay the opposing team.

Then, there's this : "Pow! You're dead or I don't play anymore."

Nestled against the toilet, curled up in ball, I felt exactly like that four year old kid. From beyond the door, I heard Sarah plead for me to open the door. But I was not there. My body was not responding, reliving the events which had led me in here.

Not more than mere moments ago, I had been playing truth or dare with a group of Sarah's friends. I had been mounting Bonnie's large cups, kneading them and almost masturbating to completion. Then, as Sarah started to pole dance around Barry, Bonnie's boyfriend, I had panicked and raced into the bathroom, where I had locked myself in. Somehow, seeing Sarah rubbing herself against another man was too much, while I had been tittyfucking that man's girl just moments before. Yeah. I was okay.

Why had it come to this? How could I justify humping another girl and deny Sarah's own pleasure? When had I become so jealous? I could not remember ever feeling this way. Or could I?

My mind raced back to my teenage years, to my last year in high school. Me and a friend both had a crush on the same girl. We also knew that our chances were slim to none. I had therefore decided that I would not pursue the matter and had moved on. Imagine my shock at the final dance when I saw them enter the room together. The sight of them slow dancing and making out was too much to bear and I'd stormed, mad as hell, ready to kill someone.

Revenge presented itself to me in the parking lot. My friend had borrowed his dad's car to get to the prom. I picked up a big rock and lifted it in the air. For several moments, I remained there, focused on the car. Then, in one swift move, I dropped the rock to the ground, unable to go through with my deed. And that's when I noticed one of the chaperones had been watching me the whole time.

He asked me what was going on. I told him everything, crying on his shoulder.

Eventually, when I had calmed down, he spoke.

"You know, it doesn't get any easier from here, son.
"Why?
"You have to get used to deception if you want to survive.
"But why? What's the bother?
"Son, there are two sets of things in this life. There are things you can control and things you can't. When you learn to tell the difference between each one, then, you become a man."

The memory eased my sorrow and slowly brought me back to reality. It was then I heard a click at the door, and it opened. Someone must have jimmied it from the small hole on the other side. I expected Sarah to enter, but was surprised to see Jennifer. She came in, closed the door and locked it. She walked towards me and sat down against the counter. She was still naked, but it did not matter at the time.

"What happened, Jim?"

I told her everything. From the incident at my prom to Sarah's dance against Barry's body. She listened quietly, then she gently kissed me before speaking.

"It's a lot to take in, isn't it?"

I did not answer. She grabbed my hand.

"Listen, Jim. What happened is not unexpected, just sudden. It had to come out sooner or later.
"I don't know what happened."

She paused for a moment, tilting her head to the side as if it could help her think.

"It's called jealousy. And it's normal. Believe me, I know.
"I've never been jealous before!
"You've never actually had to be. You saw something, Sarah dancing against another man, and it hurt you, bad. Enough to break you. That's why you ran away, even though that doesn't solve anything. It hurts, but in a sense, it's good for you. You like, Sarah, don't you?
"I do.
"Do you love her?
"Yes. I love her."

She smiled and squeezed my hand.

"It's hard seeing those you love in the arms of another, isn't it?
"I guess so.
"I should know. Sarah told you about me and her, right?
"She did.
"Did she tell you that I was the one who broke it off?
"No."
"You know why I did?
"No."
"I did it because I love her too. It may sound strange, but it's for her that I ended our relationship. When we started being intimate, it was for my sake, and I'm not saying she did not like it, but it was to make me happy. But she was not happy. So I set her free. Do you understand?
"I think so.
"God knows I love her so. She's so desirable... sexy. I'd do her again anytime. But I'm not the one she loves. She loves you."

Somehow, my expression must have told her that I was not convinced.

"You don't believe me? I live with her. You can't imagine the stories, the fantasies she's told me about you. Walking into your classroom in her schoolgirl outfit and fucking you right there on your desk. Giving you a blowjob while you were handing out instructions. The list goes on!"

Suddenly, her tone changed.

"You don't have much experience with girls, do you?
"Well, some. I've had a steady girlfriend.
"Okay. What were your sexual relations like?
"How do you mean?
"Tricks. Positions. Games. How did you have sex?
"Well, mostly doggy-style, because that's what she preferred.
"I see. Did she masturbate you?
"No.
"Blow jobs?
"No.
"Did you ever eat her out?
"I tried once, but she did not like it."

Jennifer seemed to understand something.

"You see, Sarah's had a lot more experience than you.
"Has she been that open?
"No. I'm just saying that she's learned the extent of her limits and you're still trying out your own. The fact that she loves you means that she wants to include you in her games, and she's willing to tone herself down to be with you."

She kissed me again, then got up. She looked down upon me.

"You know, I understand your jealousy. I feel it. I love that girl to death. And that's why I want her to be happy. With you. There's a difference between sex and love, although they work great together. I'd fuck you myself if Sarah would let me."

I smiled for the first time since I'd entered the bathroom. She helped me up, then washed my face with soap and water. She hugged me, pressing her body against mine, then kissed me with some passion. I returned her kiss. I needed it badly.

"That was from Sarah."

She kissed me again, this time more forcefully, pressing her chest against mine.

"And this is from me. Come on. Pizza's here."

We let go, and she pulled me out of the bathroom. We returned to the kitchen, where everyone was still naked, waiting for me and eating pizza. Everyone save Sarah. Jennifer walked up to Sarah, whispered something in her ear.

"I'm sorry" I said as she neared me.

She put her arms around me and gently placed her lips against mine for a quick contact. She pulled away and placed her head against my shoulder.

"I'm sorry everyone.
"Hey, don't worry about it, said Barry. You think it was easy for me watching you mount my girlfriend? You think I didn't ask myself what my reaction would be beforehand? I knew she'd like it, and I was content with that.
"I did like it."

I blushed. Thomas came over and handed me a slice of pizza.

"It's not easy for anyone, you know. You're lucky you broke apart when you did. It's not healthy to go against one's limits. I should know. I've known I was gay since high school. It took me a long time to be accepted and a longer time to accept it myself. I still struggle with it sometimes. How do you think my opponents would react in the ring if they knew I was gay? I'd never book a fight again."

I gave Sarah a bite of my pizza. She smiled.

"Can I talk to you in private, Sarah, for a moment?
"Go into my room. If you need to lock the door."

I smiled as I laughed.

"Thanks."

I led Sarah into the room. She was letting me have the control again. Once we had closed the door (but not locked it) I sat her down on the bed.

"I want to apologize.
"You don't need to. That was a bit much.
"I do want to apologize. Look, it can't be different for you than for me.
"But it is, it's all right.
"No it's not. I mean, I wanted to come on her chest, you know.
"I know.
"And you didn't mind?
"Well, to be honest, I was sort of excited. A little concerned, sure, but you seemed to be enjoying yourself.
"I was. Believe me. Sarah, I...
"No. Don't say it. I know it. You know it. Don't say it out loud."

I rose up in desperation.

"Why not?"

She stood up, grabbed my chin and planted her lips on mine, ever so gently, then pulled back.

"Because there's no need. I know we still have issues to work out, but that does not change how I feel about you. I love the fact that you're willing to go the extra distance for me, but you don't have to.
"I want to. I want to make you happy. I want you to be happy."

Silence imposed itself between us. We were at crossroad of mutual understanding. I was beginning to see things from her point-of-view.

"I know what we need to do. We need to keep playing.
"Are you sure?
"I am. Now, I am. And what's more, we need to pick exactly where we left off. With the dance.
"Only if you want to.
"I want to. I want to see you dance against his body. I want to learn to make it all right."

We walked back to the kitchen.

"That was a quickie, said Barry."

I smiled and blushed a little.

"I'd like to keep playing, if everyone agrees. I'd like to pick exactly where we left off."

Bonnie looked at the time. With the interruption, it was now ten o'clock. Plenty of time according to everyone. As we returned to the living room, Jennifer took me aside for a moment.

"If you ever feel uneasy again, just say it out loud. We'll understand."

I kissed her on the cheek. I felt much better now. It was all ups and downs, ups and downs, ever since I'd met Sarah. I wondered if that was going to be our lot in life, if we actually ended up together? Only way was to see this through.

[japanese moron]

fantastic story, how you punch them out so fast is beyond me! Also it seems to have taken a more personal route than traditional stories round here, which tend to involve ridiculous characters and thigns getting out of hand. Yu though mate have got it dead on, please keep this story going for long to come!

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With my renewed confidence in myself and in my relationship with Sarah, I sat back down in the circle. We decided to keep the same order.

"So now what? asked Barry.
"You stand still. Sarah will dance around you."

Barry carried out my order. I was realizing that as long as I was in control, I was fine with almost anything that happened. Sarah rose from her spot, looked intently at me, then slowly started to put a hand on Barry's shoulder, moving it up and down his back, as if he were a pole. I forced myself to look, even though a part of me was still tempted to look away. Sarah often made eye contact with me, as her hand still down across Barry's body. He was incredible at this. I hardly saw him breathe.

Sarah rubbed her breasts around his arm, slid up and down, then did the same with her back. She lifted one leg around his arm, almost encircling him, all the while keeping her eyes locked with mine. She was dancing for me.

The dance did not drag on for long. When Barry started to shiver, Sarah withdrew to her place and Barry did the same.

"Oh my!"

Barry took a breather while I recovered the keyboard. I decided the rules did not need revisions. I punched the key to get my next dare.

Play rock-paper scissors with TARGET player. Winner gets to fondle the loser; on ties, both players fondle each other.

I had already made up my mind on who I would challenge if a dare occured with someone.

"Jennifer."

She came towards me. We put one hand behind our backs. Since Sarah was sitting between us, she would call it.

I chose rock. She chose scissors. She acted distraught for the sake of appeareances.

"Well, if I must."

She laid down on the ground, on her back. I looked at Sarah as if asking her for permission, even though I knew she would grant it. At first, I kissed Jennifer gently, placing one hand on her navel and the other on her neck. I moved my hands around, playing with the flesh around her breasts for some time, before actually groping them repeatedly. She seemed to enjoy my touch. I proceeded to her lower body, gently moving her hips open and massaging the insides. This seemed to be very appreciated. I slid down to her feet, then moved back on the outside of her body. I finished with two kisses, on each breast. She shivered.

I turned to Sarah. She was cupping her own breasts and biting her lower lip. It was a good time to stop. I was feeling the tension rise again. Jennifer remained on the ground for a few moments, taking in the sensations, then she rose again in time for Sarah to call her own dare.

You and TARGET player strip. The group puts you in an erotic sexual pose together.

"We don't need to have sex, said Sarah. Just pose us.
"Okay, said Thomas. You and whom?
"How about me and Bonnie?
"Sounds good to me, Barry shouted."

The question was now how should we place them. The obvious options were immediately dispelled. It was Claire who took the initiative.

"Okay, Sarah, you lie down on your back, legs apart, like this. Arch your back, like so. Great. Now, Bonnie, move in, and place your sex against Sarah's, except you lean forward and grab her stomach. Got it?"

The girls executed. It was a great sight. Barry spoke :

"I'd love to take a picture."

Bonnie replied.

"You know the rule.
"I do."

He got up, as if to get his camera. I might have misunderstood.

"What's the rule? I inquired.
"No faces, Jennifer answered. And we rarely take pictures. We never post them, they're for our fancy. Whoever is in them usually gets to keep them."

Bonnie spoke to Barry in the other room.

"Hurry up, this is really turning me on!
"Me too, said Sarah.
"Me three, said Jennifer.
"Will you stop?"

Barry came in and tossed me the camera. I immediately got up and positionned myself so I would have their entire bodies, but their heads would be cut off. I took my time, because I did not know how the camera operated. Through the lens, I saw that Bonnie was doing her best to stay still, but she actively wanted to rub herself against Sarah. I hurried with the picture. The girls could not wait to move.

I put the camera down besides me. It was Jennifer's turn to play.

Put target player in a blindfold. You may do what you want to them.

"Within limits, added Sarah."

She must have guessed that Jennifer wanted to return the favor I had just handed her. Jennifer's gaze was on me the whole time she was pondering. Eventually, she called my name. Barry tossed me a white shirt and I wrapped it around my eyes.

I heard Sarah say something to Jennifer, but I could not make out the words, because the blindfold partially covered my ears. I was pushed down on my back by a female hand, Jennifer's I imagined.

"Remember, if at any time you want me to stop, just say stop."

I nodded that I understood. I felt hands on my feet, massaging them, and another pair of hands at my shoulders. A third set of hands grabbed my right hand while a fourth, that one male, grabbed my right. It was a nice feeling. A fifth set of hand started to massage my scalp. I could not tell who was doing what, and that was the beauty of this challenge. I could imagine anyone anywhere, well, if I could bypass the obviousness of the male/female hands. The hands on my feet began moving up, those on my shoulders moving hand, and those on my hands went up the arms. The massage on my scalp went to my neck. I felt relaxed, in the hands of these individuals, almost strangers thanks to the blindfold. I was learning to let go.

Eventually, another set of hands came upon me. This time, however, it touched around my middle section, circling from inside the hips. I was tempted to say stop. It was a female hand, so I managed to convince myself to let it go a moment longer. Eventually, that hand started massaging my genitalia. It felt relaxing and stimulating at the same time. A shiver went up my spine. The hands finally retreated. I had never felt so relaxed - and so cold.

I was apparently not the only one to notice, as Barry got up and turned on the heating. It was now dark outside, had been for a while, but we had noticed the change. We waited for the room to heat up before we continued. In the meantime I returned to my seat, trying to identify whose hands had been doing what, but it was impossible to tell.

Thomas' turn came up.

Lick something the group agrees upon.

"I know what I want, but it's your call.

Barry spoke up.

"I'll let you do it, but we're gonna make it interesting. And it's just a lick. Come on, Bonnie!"

Barry and Bonnie got up.

"Is he really going to let him lick his...
"Yeah said Claire. It's just a lick."

All the same, I knew I could not do it. I would probably look away when it happened, but I was intrigued by added challenge which Barry wanted to add. The couple was not gone long. Nothing seemed different. We'd heard rummaging through the kitchen.

"Come and claim your prize, Tom!"

Thomas seemed skeptical, as if he expected Barry to pull away at the last second. I started to look away, but Sarah caught my attention.

"If you look away, you're going to miss the spectacle."

That was a dare. I knew it. I bit back my uncertainty and dared myself to look, as Thomas slid his tongue across the surface. His face turned from enjoyment to disgust, as he started to almost choke. It was easier to look at the scene than at Barry's face.

"Huh! What did you put on it?"
"Nothing toxic or dangerous, just something very very sour."

Thomas almost gagged. He rose quickly to get something to drink.

"What did you put on it?
"Just rancid lemon juice. Doesn't mix well."

We laughed as Thomas came back, still clearing his throat. He was a sport about it. Up next was Cassie.

Two players kiss you : one on the mouth, the other on your sex.

"We'll, I've already kissed Jim, and I certainly don't want to kiss Thomas right now! So Barry, you come up here. And down there... huh... Claire. 'Cause I like it."

Cassie got up and so did Barry. Before he even reached Cassie, Claire had already started making out with Cassie down there.

"Woh! It said kiss, not devour..."

Before she could continue, Barry's lips were on Cassie's. She mumbled at first, then let herself go. She had small spasms, then everything stopped. Barry and Claire returned to their positions.

"ooh... so nice."

Claire could not wait for her turn.

TARGET player will gently spank you on your BARE bottom.

"You don't have to be gentle. Sarah?
"Sure."

Sarah walked over to Claire, who knelt on all fours. She spanked her twice gently, than a third slap echoed across the room. Claire yipped but seemed to like it. Sarah kissed one buttcheek before returning to her place.

Bonnie's turn was up. She had been staring at my crotch again, and I wondered if the dare would allow her to do something about her itch. More importantly, that was what had triggered my initial shock last time. I meant to be more adequately prepared.

Select one other player and demonstrate to all players your favourite sexual position, while acting out an orgasm.

I knew it. She picked me. This would not be for real, of course, but it would as real as she would make it. I noticed, however, that she also looked to Barry for permission, like I did with Sarah. He gave her the okay. She laid down her back, legs in the air. I was somewhat uncomfortable with what was about to happen. Luckily, Sarah intervened.

"Hang on, I'll help you set up."

She picked up a t-shirt and placed it on her crotch. Then she moved me towards her. I got down on my knees. Sarah bent me forward, a little above her, so my manhood actually ended up above her sex and not directly on it. With that and the cloth to separate us, it was easier to fake. I noticed Thomas leaving but did not know why. Once the set-up was complete, I started grinding myself against her. She immediately started moaning. I felt Sarah's hand on my butt, holding up. If she hadn't been doing so, I would have slid down straight into Bonnie, cloth or no cloth. Before I even knew what was happening, I was having an actual orgasm, mouth wide open. It felt like Bonnie had felt something too.

Thomas came back in with something to clean up. Apparently, I was the only one who had not anticipated this to happen.

"What, I missed the show?"

I immediately started to apologize, but Sarah pulled me away and placed a hand on my mouth.

"Don't be sorry. You needed it. You wanted to come on her breasts, right?"

She was right. Ever since the beginning of the night, ever since she had taken off her top, it had been in my mind. I just never imagined I'd get away with it. My gaze turned to Barry, who was cajoling his girlfriend, asking her how she was, if she was glad. She said yes and he smiled at her. I cleaned myself up and returned to my original position.

Barry turned to me.

"I think that's enough game for now. You should go rest up a little, maybe wash yourself.
"Are we good?
"Are you kidding? I hadn't seen Bonnie this excited since I got my tongue pierced! Thanks man.
"You're welcome."

The words felt awkward yet somehow appropriate. I looked at Sarah, to see how she was handling it. She grabbed me by the hand and led me into the bathroom to finish cleaning myself up.

"I can't believe I just did that.
"How does it feel?
"Strange. Liberating. Confusing. I mean, I want to be with you. And yet...
"And yet Bonnie's breasts are so exciting. I know. I've sucked on them so many times.
"You have?
"Well, maybe not that often. Look, Jim, I'm good with it, if you are. If it's a problem, we talk about it or we let it go. Is it a problem?"

I had to consider the question for a moment. I had been riding on my own sexual drive since the start of this night. It was not surprising I had cracked under pressure. Drive without release is detrimental to one's sanity. I had wanted to feel the release since Sarah's fake shower. And it had been fun, great in fact. But was it a problem, in the end?

"I don't think so. I don't feel like I cheated on you... we have not even had full-on sex yet.
"Well then, we better remedy that, and soon."

Her words hung in mid air, a portent of things to come.

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Originally Posted by japanese moron

fantastic story, how you punch them out so fast is beyond me! Also it seems to have taken a more personal route than traditional stories round here, which tend to involve ridiculous characters and thigns getting out of hand. Yu though mate have got it dead on, please keep this story going for long to come!

Most good stories, I find, are character driven, and that's true of erotic stories as well. I've read porn stories where it's all about the banging of genitalia together. I don't find it as arousing or interesting as getting into the character's psyche, finding out his motivations, why he is how he is, and the processes he goes through. Just because people are having sex or playing games does not mean there's not a lot going on in their minds. We're all doing a hundred things at once without realizing it. It's nice for stories to reflect that scope of mental activity.

As for the pace, well, that's just the way I write (60-80 words a minute, if you must know).

But I digress. Expect another post tomorrow. I've got actual work to do now (sob).