The Trials of Sara and Jim - Part 2

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I just had an idea for my next storyline, or should I say my previous storyline.

Confused? Read on for understanding.

CHAPTER 2: SARAH'S FLIRTATIONS

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I think I'm in love. When you're eighteen, you're always in love, but this time, I feel different. Giddy. Like I'm walking on a cloud.

His name is Jim. He's the T..A. for the grammar class. I met him today for thirty minutes. I know it sounds crazy, I have barely met him and I am already head over heels for him. Isn't it insane?

I know most of you like descriptions, so here I go. My name's Sarah. I'm 5'6", 120 lbs, B cup, with a 34-29-38 shape. Guys are into that I guess. I have auburn hair, with blonde highlights, a little under the shoulder length. I don't have any tattoos or distinguishing features, but all my friends say I'm hot as hell, which I take as a compliment, given the devilish reference. But enough about me. I want to talk about him.

As I mentioned, Jim is teaching us grammar. At least, he will be teaching us grammar for the semester. I walk into class slowly. I always like to make an impression whenever I enter a new environment. I had chosen a red camisole that was short enough so everyone could see my navel and I was not wearing any bra, so no bra straps. I go to the tanning salon so no tan marks either. I wore blue low-cut jeans, to maximize the effect of my exposed midriff, and that day wore slightly higher heels that I normally do. I don't really like high heels, except for the dramatic effect they produce when I'm walking along, and stares turn to my ass. I like it when people look at my ass. Don't ask why because I don't really know. So I walk into class, and naturally all eyes are on me. I sit on the right side of the class, near the door. I'm thinking, grammar, mandatory class, so not really something I'm looking forward to. I glance around my fellow students. I know a few of them, but not enough that I'd want to spark up a conversation. So I turn forward.

He's standing up, writing on the black board, and I see his ass looking at me. Something shivers inside me. He's wearing green pants, with an assorted shirt. And I can't stop staring at his behind. He turns around and I immediately look away. After a while, I look up and see his face. Well, he's not so bad looking. Maybe thirty at the most. I get all these fantasies running through my head, you know, the teacher and the student. He doesn't seem too much of a jock (I've had my share of those!) He seems smart, and I'm guessing maybe this class is not going to be as boring as I initially thought. At least the view will be nice.

The first class is very short. Thirty minutes. He talks and we listen. All the while, my mind is playing with his words, twisting them. I imagine he's wooing me, pulling me up on the desk and he starts groping me. I drop my pants (I'm not wearing any panties either) and he drops his, and we start doing it in front of the class.

I manage to gather my thoughts and return to reality. My god! I've never daydreamed like this before. His voice is hypnotic, rhythmic. He knows what he's talking about, he actually makes me care about the English language and its proper use.

Class ends too soon.

"See you next week, he says. We'll do roll call then."

I hurriedly gather my stuff. I'm horny as hell, and since I'm not wearing any panties, I'm afraid it will show. I go to the ladies room, enter a cubicle and drop my pants. It's been a while since I've been so aroused. I decide to let myself go and start playing with myself. I close my eyes, I imagine his breath on my neck, his hand on my sex, and I slowly start to climax. But just before I'm about to finish, I stop. I wipe the excess fluid from myself, pull my pants back up and exit the bathroom.

Now, you may wonder why I did that? There are several reasons, and I'll be glad to tell them all to you eventually. Right now, all you need to know is that teasing and denial is something I do, something I rather enjoy. Some people would find me eccentric. My friends just think I'm playful. Luckily, grammar is my only class on Tuesdays. It's noon, now, and I'm thinking I should head home.

I live about thirty minutes from college, just out of campus, with a few friends. We share an apartment. I normally take the bus, which cuts my ride down to five minutes, but I want to walk today. I want to walk through the park. I have my reasons.

The park between the college and my home is a heavily wooded area, one of the few remaining in the area. City hall has been talking of cutting it down for two years, but at the rate they're going, it's going to take them forever, which is fine with me. Usually, the park is more deserted, but this is September, the start of the semester, and noon. There are a lot of people meandering along the paths. Which is also another reason why I cut through the park. I'm still feeling horny and I want to do something about it. The bathroom was not what I needed.

I reach a point in the park where nobody is around, so I duck into the trees. I remove my heels, taking them along, and go on barefoot. Branches crack under my feet and I feel some pain from the irregular ground, but I don't mind. I head off away from the paths, to a large rock where I can hide from view. Once I get there, I drop my backpack and take a deep breath. I've done this before, but it's always exhilarating. I quickly strip down to nothing and sit on the edge of the rock. It's cold on my ass. Then, I start playing with myself again. This time, I'm not stopping whatever happens.

Now here's the thing. Theoretically, no one can see me from the path. But there are risks. Some people don't follow the paths. And since I'm sitting on the rock and not hiding behind it, it's not really hiding me. Someone could come upon me, and I can hear in the distance voices being carried on the wind. I let these scenarios play in my mind as I play with myself. I have another challenge in mind as well. I decided not to hold anything back. If I want to scream, I'll scream.

Whether it's luck or simply stress, I masturbate to completion with barely a sound. I fall back on the stone and lie there for a moment. My body is shivering from the pleasure as much as the cold. I close my eyes and start imagining things. In my daydream, the T.A. finds me lying there, spent. He starts kissing my breasts, then puts a hand on my damp sex and starts moving it around. Finally, he drops his pants and I feel him enter me. Before I know it, I'm masturbating again, this time with more force, and this time much more vocally.

Sounds of the forest break my concentration. I sense movement, but I may be imagining things. I decide I've had enough for now and hop off the rock. I reclaim my clothes and backpack and head back towards the path.

It takes me another fifteen minutes to get home. I walk in and head straight into my room. My roommate is there, still sleeping, naked over her covers. I look at her and remember our time together.

Her name is Jennifer. She's 5'7", 118 lbs, C cup, 36-28-39. She is my former lover. I say former because for some reason, two years ago, she called it off. She said I was not the right one for her. I took it in stride. I enjoy her company too much to let our friendship subside. She's my roommate now and we have fun together. But don't get any ideas! I haven't slept with her for quite some time.

Right now, though, I could use some loving. I strip down, close the door behind me in case the other tenants of the apartment arrive, and I start kissing Jennifer's body, first her ankles, and I move up to her hips, then her ass. She starts wriggling, slowly waking up from my caresses. She turns around, still half asleep.

"Sarah?"

I motion her to be quiet. I keep kissing upwards, reaching her ample breasts. I cup them and kiss her nipples.

"What are you doing?"

I lie down on top of her, my chest pressing against hers. I need physical touch right now. My heart is still lusting after a man I've just barely met, and the only person able to provide me the comfort is right there, her body pressed against mine. I kiss her, fleetingly at first, then passionately. She is wide awake now, kissing me back. I hold back, before it goes too far. It's not that I don't want to make love to her, it's just that it's better for both of us if we keep our relationship to fondling and kissing.

"Hello, lovely.
"Sarah? What are you doing?"

I hug her tight, and she hugs me back. I noticed my crotch is leaning against her thigh. The sensation is highly delectable.

"I think I'm in love, Jenn.
"Really?"

We are staring into each other's eyes. I hope she does not misunderstand my meaning. This is not the first time since our breakup where we've been in this position. We've always managed to resist (except that one time we were both so drunk we had sex five times that night).

"Yeah.
"What's his name?
"Jim. He's my new T.A.
"And you've known him for how long?
"Thirty minutes."

Jenn laughs out loud, then she kisses me.

"Sarah, you've got to be more choosy than that!
"I am choosy. I haven't been with anyone in a year.
"Not for lack of trying on my part.
"Jenn!"

I pull back from the hug, and sit on top of her, exposing myself to her. She looks down and notices how stimulated I am.

"Sarah. Wow. I guess you must be in love.
"Will you stop it?"

I cover up a little, but not out of shyness, just as a reflex.

"I did a stint in the woods.
"You're incorrigible. That's why I love you. What else do you know about him?
"Not much, really. But I have a whole semester to get to know him."

I talk to her about Jim, about his ass, the way he spoke, the way he wrote on the black board. I realize there is not much else to talk about. And talking about him makes me even more horny. Jenn understands. She sits up, and puts some distance between me and her.

"I'm glad for you, really. But don't go overboard. Get to know him first. He might not be up to your level of activity.
"I'm sure I can get him there.
"Sarah, be realistic. You know what, you won't be realistic until you've fully cleared yourself of his influence."

Jenn reaches for her bedside drawer. I knew what she is getting at, and I get excited. Even though we'd broken up, we still occasionnally did sexual stuff together, or at least in the same room. I jump over to my bed and retrieve my own device. We sit in front of each other. My words and presence must have also stimulated her. We start working on ourselves with our toys, staring at each other. She is probably visualizing me, and although I am also thinking of her, she is definitely not alone. After a while, I cannot hold it in. I have to bite my upper lip not to scream. As if on cue, she has the same reaction. We both fall flat on our beds, legs dangling in the air. I feel spent again, but this time, I am much better and much more relaxed. The tension has gone and I am thinking more clearly.

Jenn crosses over to my side and lies beside me.

"That was nice.
"Yeah... I'm sorry it didn't work out between us, Jenn. I do love you, you know that.
"I do. And as long as I get to spend quality time with my best friend, even if you hook up with that guy...
"Jim.
"...Jim, well, it's fine by me. I just want you to be happy."

We kiss.

"So what are you going to do now?"

Her question hangs in mid air.

"I honestly don't know. I want to get to know him better, but I don't really know how to proceed.
"Want me to help you?
"Would you?
"You know, I bet we could get the whole gang to help out.
"I'm not sure I want to involve them just yet. You, I don't mind.
"Okay. It's your guy, you set the rules."

I smile. Everyone says I have a wonderful smile. It makes me want to smile even more.

"There are still thirteen weeks of classes. I don't think it would be appropriate for me to make a move until then. At least, openly. That means thirteen different opportunities to get to know him.
"Now, there are other possibilities.
"How do you mean?
"I think you and I need to have a discussion, young lady. I think we may be hatching an elaborated challenge right here."

I feel all warm and giddy inside, and not just because of the sex. I love challenges. I live for them.

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Sometimes Jenn scares me, I have to confess. Her mind works differently than most people I know. She can analyze a situation and uncover its weaknesses. She can hatch elaborate and convoluted plans and make them work. I love her like my best friend, but I always try to keep her in check. Of course, that's very hard to do when I'm the one who can't stay grounded.

I started the new semester last week. I'd started classes in social studies last January. I had decided to get a job after finishing high school at seventeen and had gone to work at a local grocery store. I'd stayed there for about two weeks, then got a job at a local pet shop. I liked the job, but the owner was strange and kept wanting to get into my pants. I darted out of there and ended up selling cosmetics inside a mall. That had not panned out either. Waiting for people to come to me was just too passive. Then I did substitute work at a day camp for young children for the rest of the summer. I fell in love with those kids, always running around, getting into trouble. Little versions of me.

Eventually, the day camp ended and September rolled around. I had not registered to any college so I was out of a job. I'd also just broken up with my best friend, Jenn. We'd been lovers ever since right before the prom, and then she had dumped me. I was lonely and miserable and had started seeing this guy who worked fixing old cars and selling the scrap metal. It lasted as long as I could tolerate. At least, I got to use the scrap yard for some of my stunts. But I never got him to join, he just liked to watch. I couldn't stand that. It felt good to dump his ass.

Still, I was out of a job, still living with my parents although I desperately wanted to get out. My school friend Thomas had just been kicked out by his parents when they'd found out he was gay, so we hooked up into this drafty vacant loft and crashed there. We were barely scraping by. Thomas was into boxing so he did legal fights and others on the side to help pay for rent. I thought about doing exotic dancing but I was afraid of the drugs and possible prostitution. These were not my best times, although I did get to experiment a little with Thomas, who was more open minded that he initially led on.

Around November, there was a huge party. I got so drunk my friend Jenn had to carry me home. She took me to her dorm room and we had sex like we were still lovers. Then I got to crying about my situation, so she fucked me again to cheer me up. Then she got depressed because we were no longer together so I fucked her in return. Then we just took shower, trying to break the alchool in our system and ended up doing it again in the shower. Finally, as the alcohol was breaking, we decided we'd break our previous record and do it one last time. I never did get to bed that night, but I vent out a lot of accumulated frustration. I also decided I wanted to do something with my life. Jenn allowed me to move in as Thomas reconciled with his parents. I decided I wanted to be a teacher. To do that, I'd have to enroll in college, so I did. Me and Jenn moved out of the dorm in January and into our own flat. Well, actually, we share it with other people, but we hardly ever see them, and that just makes our lives more convenient.

Now, why am I telling you all this again? Oh yeah. Jim. Long story short, I was living with my former lover, studying social sciences but I'd entered college in January, so naturally, I was missing some of the mandatory courses. So in September, I played catch up and had my first grammar class. And I met Jim, the T.A.

I'm not a girl to easily fall in love, at least, I don't think so. But there was something about Jim that made him stand out. Well, there was his cute butt. But more than that, he had an air of knowledge. Now, I'd been around jocks all my life, and I'd grown bored with their shallow demeanours. I wanted someone with whom I could actually have conversations, argue and sometimes fight. I wanted someone to prove me wrong once in a while, not follow me around like some lapdog. I wanted attitude. He had plenty of it.

So now, it's week 2 of the semester. Me and Jenn have come up with a plan that will not only allow me to get to know him better, but that also involves pitting myself against the universe, in a series of challenging dares. Without Jenn, none of this could be possible, but I still don't know whether I should thank her or hit her. I guess only time will tell.

Our first task to perform this week is something rather unusual, even for me, so Jenn has decided to tag along to give me some assistance. She says she's done it before, and I want to believe her, but without proof, well, it's pretty hard to believe. Then again, Jenn is sometimes even more daring than I am. We just have different limitations.

The first part of the test is easy. Get a picture of the target. I wait after the Thursday class for him to leave the school and I take a picture with my cellphone. I email it to Jenn who enhances it and prints a pocket version, which I am now carrying.

Jenn leads me into a less reputable part of town. The area has seen much damage from gangs and vandalism from kids, but most of the troublemakers have been forced to relocate by repeated police interventions. Now, it's a haven for homeless people and the disenfranchised. It's not my usual hangouts, even when I'm trying to push my limits. Jenn seems to know the place so I let her take the lead on this one.

"What are we looking for?
"Who. The question is who."

I get scared a little. It's always dangerous to involve outsiders in our little games. When I'm alone, I can pretty much do anything I want, and I think I have. In groups, with friends, I have a few limits that I won't cross. But strangers are a different matter entirely. And public dares always strike the fear of reprisal or blackmail into my heart. I want to have a career as a kindergarten teacher. I can't risk my reputation, as much as I'd like to.

Jenn seems to find someone interesting. A middle-aged man, sitting on a bench in a park. There is dust everywhere here. I would much rather be on the beach side, but Jenn insisted this was our best incentive. A detective would simply be too costly. As we get closer, I see the man is disheveled, and he reeks of alcohol. He seems lucid enough, so I'm thinking it's only his clothing at this point. Again, I let Jenn take the lead. This is her idea.

"Hello sir."

The man turns his head towards us. He looks surprised. What are two lovely young ladies doing talking to him?

"May we interest you in a business proposition?
"Go away!"

He turns away. I motion for Jenn that we should leave, but she simply stands there.

"Sir.
"Whada ya want?"

His voice sounds agressive.

"May I sit beside you?
"T's a free cuntry."

Jenn walks to the bench and sits beside him. The man is intrigued by her boldness. I get closer, not wishing to abandon Jenn, but I keep my distances. The man looks at me, then stares at Jenn. To be on the safe side, we did not dress overly seductive to come here. We are both wearing long pants and shirts, with little skin showing. We are both in running shoes, in case we need to dart off in a hurry.

"My friend and I would like to offer you something.
"Ya hookers."

I feel insulted, but Jenn just laughs it off.

"No. Actually, we're the ones willing to offer you money. And maybe a little extra."

Now the man is truly intrigued. His body turns towards us.

"Whada I hafta do?
"Something very simple. Picture?"

That's my cue. I retrieve the picture from my pocket and hand it to Jenn. She shows it to the man.

"Who this dude?
"Not important for the moment. We want you to tail him.
"Like a spy?
"Yes. Actually, more like a hobo."

For a moment, I fear Jenn's frankness will land us in trouble. But the man just shrugs it off.

"You see, we don't want him to know you're following him.
"And wadda I hafta do then?
"Learn his habits. Track his whereabouts. I want to know everything I can about him."

The man smiles. I cringe at the rotten teeth. Fortunately, Jenn is focusing all his attention on her, playing with her hair as she speaks.

"You see, he's important to us. And we're willing to pay you for the service?
"How much?
"Twenty dollars a day, and some extra at our next meeting. First day payable now, the rest payable at our next meeting."

The man suddenly seems suspicious.

"You girls for real?
"As real as you can get, sir. But don't ask our names.
"Pretty as you, don't need a name. Where's the twenty?"

My cue again. I pull out twenty bucks from the same pocket. We are not carrying more money than that, just in case. The man leers at the money.

"The more information you can gather, the better.
"Okay... and how'd I get the info to ya?
"Next week, same time... you see the overgrowth there, near the wall?
"I see it.
"We'll meet there. Alone or no more money. We might even pay a little... extra."

Jenn's hands reach over her blouse, where the cleavage would show. Oddly enough, the man does look, but his eyes immediately go back to the money.

"So. Deal?
"You gotta deal, sis."

I hand the money and the man grabs it greedily.

"Where's this guy live?
"He's on the beachfront, but you'll catch him tomorrow morning as he enters the campus grounds. 8AM."

Jenn also hands him the picture. He stares intently at it.

"One recommandation sir. Get a shave and shower, otherwise campus security may not let you in.
"Good idea..."

He stands up, starts walking away.

"So we'll see you next week, then? In the overgrowth, same time, seven days from now?
"Yeah... I'll be there. You just bring the money... all 140 of them!"

He walks hurriedly away. Jenn stands up and comes back towards me, motioning that it's time to leave.

"What if he just takes the money and does not show?
"Then we'll have lost 20 bucks. I think you're more worried that he does show next week."

I remain quiet. She is mostly right. The idea of possibly stripping in front of a stranger feels odd in my mind. I do not mind being naked, and if I should meet that man in a different context, I might even enjoy it. But the entire sector has an air of corruption and decay, and I am afraid it may rub off on me.

"Now we have to get back. And remember, you have another job to do this Friday.
"Fine. Let's just go back to the car."

Jenn laughs at me. She has never understood why I feel so uneasy around poverty. She thinks I'm being silly. And maybe she is right, but that doesn't change the way I feel.

So it's Friday now, and I'm back on campus grounds. I have not noticed the homeless man on campus, but I am also not looking actively for him. I was afraid at first he might recognize me so I actually started wearing a cap and tucking my hair underneath it. I look silly with a cap on, and Jenn makes sure to remind me of it every chance I get. It's a good thing she's my best friend or I'd probably smack her good!

But I need to focus on the task at hand. Last Friday, I came upon the campus and entered the administration building. I need information on Jim, and one way to get it is with the database. So I staked out the place. On Friday afternoons, there is only one employee in the office. With my luck, it's an intern, a young man hiding behind glasses and a computer degree. The perfect victim for our next dare. Even though there is an outsider involved, I feel less threatened because I am in control this time. This will only go as far as I let it. And I don't plan to be doing any computer geeks anytime soon.

His name is Jay. That's what it says on his desk. I've decided to wear a short black skirt, high socks and a white blouse. I'm also wearing heels for effect. Underneath, I'm wearing white almost see-through lingerie. I have glasses on. I think they contrast with the look but Jenn insisted that they would help me get my mark. My task is simple : get him to grant me access to the computer files with as little involvement on my part as possible. Now I have no idea how far I will have to go to convince him to grant me access, and that's the interesting aspect of the dare. I know Jim is not on campus, and I know no one I know will be there. It will be between me and Jay.

Before I walk in, I head to the bathroom. I touch up my make up. I don't usually wear this much but again, as Jenn would say, it's for effect. I look like a stripper. Which is kind of what I am, at least to some extent. I have to stop reflecting on the task at hand and just do it. I think thoughts of Jim are making me lose my edge. I need to prove I still have what it takes.

My entrance turns Jay's head. The package I am presenting is one that's ingrained in the mind of adolescent boys everywhere. With one hand, I start playing with the upper buttons of my shirt as I walk over to Jay. He looks up and stares at my breasts for a moment before lifting his eyes to my gaze.

"Yes? How can I help you?
"Hi. My name's Linny. I have a problem. I'm sure you can help me."

I don't like playing the dumb blonde routine, but I believe this is what will work best.

"You see, I sent my registration in late for the semester, and they have not issued my student card, and I was wondering if you could check that I am in the system.
"Sure. Full name?
"Linny Baldwin."

I smile and tilt my head to the side.

He taps the name into the computer. Sure enough, no match. The set-up is complete.

"I'm not there? Oh no!"

I immediately start to sob ever so softly.

"Uh... look, we can check again. Maybe you're in another database.
"Would you? Oh you'd be so kind..."

He immediately accesses another database. While he's looking away, I undo the top button of my blouse so he can see some cleavage. He comes back to me. Even if he does not consciously see it, it will make an impact.

"You're not there either.
"Can I see?"

Without waiting for permission, I walk around the desk to look at the computer screen. I feel his gaze go towards my skirt and hips. The high socks really help define the exposed skin.

"Oh poopy!"

Did I just say that? I'm getting a little too ditsy here.

"It's not fair. The T.A. said he'd call!
"The T.A.?"

I give him Jim's full name. He does not seem to know him.

"Maybe there's a note somewhere. Could you check?
"If there is, I don't know where to look.
"Please!"

I'm now standing very near him. I put one hand on his near the keyboard. The other hand instinctively goes towards the next button on my blouse. His eyes follow the movement and land on my cleavage.

"If I'm not in this semester, I'll just die!"

My act is too much for him. He's almost into tears. I notice my eyes are wet too.

"I'll look around the office. Just sit here."

He gets up and hands me his chair. I'm a little disappointed. Only one button had to go, and even that one, I'm not sure was really necessary. I feel cheated out of my dare. But maybe I can keep going differently. He starts rummaging across the other desks, looking for a memo with Jim's name on it. He won't find it of course. I need to either get him to give me access to Jim's file, or give me the information himself.

"Jay..."

He looks up from his search.

"Yeah?
"I have an idea. You probably won't find anything. He may not have called. What I need is to get in touch with him. Do you have his coordinates?
"We're not supposed to give out personal information.
"But this is really important!"

My hand is on the button. I 'accidentally' pop it open. Jay comes back towards me, looking around frantically, almost expecting someone to drop in on us, I think.

"What can I do to convince you?"

Jay's eyes almost pop out of their sockets. He is having difficulty reacting to my advances. Typical. Guys don't normally like strong girls.

"Huh... look, Linny..."

He grabs my hand and pulls me out of his chair. I purposely bump into him as I stand. He's breathing heavily. His body is pressed against mine and I feel a reaction coming on. Now we're getting somewhere. I pretend I don't notice it.

"Please?"

He hesitates. His brains are in the middle of an argument. The higher brain is telling him to follow protocol. The lower brain is telling the higher brain to go screw itself, or better yet, let it screw something. I am almost certain which one is going to win.

"Okay... I'll let you look at his file. But you can't tell anyone about this.
"It will be our secret."

I kiss my finger and place it on his lips. He trembles. I let him sit back down and access the teachers files. He pulls up Jim's and hands me the chair. I sit down and start reading. It's all there. Schedules, coordinates. Everything I need for the next stages of our plan.

"Can I write some of this down?
"I can print it for you.
"That would be so great! I'll make it up to you."

I don't think the added incentive is necessary, but I like the way this dare is going and I want to milk it a little more. As he goes on with the printing, I undo all the buttons of my shirt while he's looking away. The bra clip is on the front. He gathers the printed papers and turns to face me.

"I really appreciate what you're doing Jay."

I unclasp the bra from the front, then start wiggling out of it. He sees flesh and gets all excited. I pull the bra out through the arms. I hand it to him.

"Let's call it a trade?"

He smiles like a teenager who's just had his first taste of sexuality. I figure I can go one better.

"Now I don't want you to tell anyone what happened here, okay?
"I won't.
"Tell you what. Promise you'll keep this secret and I'll let you feel me up.
"I promise!"

The speed of his answer is amazing. I am still holding the bra in my right hand. He puts the papers down on the nearest desk and moves forward, his hands aimed at my breasts. Typical. I don't mind though. He slides his hands inside of the blouse and cups them. He's not gentle about it, but I don't mind. I let him play with them for a few seconds, then I pull away and start buttoning my shirt. This is enough for me.

"Thanks Jay, you're sweet."

He is speechless. I grab the papers, toss him the bra and dart out of there. He's probably going to have fantasies about this for years to come. I just love handing out good will.

Ah! The things we do for love!

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Have you ever done something that seemed like a good idea at the time but after a while you started regretting it and eventually realized you had made a horrible mistake? I know I have, many times over. But I've always managed to come out of it.

But what about when you know something is a bad idea and you still do it? That's just stupid.

It has been a week since we hired the homeless man, and we are on our way to meet with him in the bad part of town, in the overgrowth of a dirty park. Jenn is strutting along the street like we're going to the mall. I feel sick to my stomach. The money in my pocket burns, but not as much as the humiliation I feel.

It's all about limits, and since I started doing dares and stunts four years ago, I have come to learn my own. I am not in my safe zone here. There's a story I have never shared with anyone and I feel like I'm about to relive it here. Worst of all, I feel like I'm taking Jenn down with me. That hurts even more. Then again, maybe I'm being paranoid. Everything should be okay. We are just conducting a business transaction.

Jenn takes my hand. She smiles at me. We are alone on the street so she kisses me. I don't like being kissed in public. I don't usually like being kissed at all, unless it's someone with whom I've had sex. I can't explain it. It's been like this ever since I was a little girl, although I did not discover about the sex part until I was fourteen. But that's another story entirely.

We are nearing the park now and I want to run away. I freeze up. Jenn grabs me by the shoulders.

"Sarah, get a hold of yourself. What's wrong with you?
"Everything."

Jenn places her fingers on my chin and lifts my head up. Our gaze meets. Last week, she was laughing at my expense. Now, she's actually concerned. I hug her tight and gather my courage. I'm doing it for Jim, and she's doing it for me. I have to be strong. It won't be like last time.

We arrive in the undergrowth and our quarry is not there yet. I sit down on the ground because I'm just too nervous and would pace about. Jenn insisted that we dress a little more than last time. She's wearing a pink sweater and a long black skirt. I know she's wearing a t-shirt under her sweater, and athletic underwear. I'm wearing dark pants, a green camisole under an open dark blouse. We are both wearing running shoes.

"I don't think he's gonna come...
"We stick to the plan. We wait one hour, then we leave. Get your cellphone, listen to music, keep yourself busy."

I follow Jenn's advice. Anything to keep my mind off the task at hand. I'm seriously starting to wonder if this Jim character is worth the aggravation. The music helps only so much.

A noise from the bushes startles me and I jump up. He's late, but it's our man. He looks and smells much better than last time, but he still feels like a bum to me. Jenn moves towards him and shakes his hand.

"Thank you for coming.
"Well, wasn't a half-bad job... where's my money?
"In a moment. We have questions for your first. You'll get your money once we're satisfied with the answers. But just to be fair, we'll give you another twenty right now."

I did not know why Jenn wanted me to handle the money. I speculated that it was because she was doing most of the talking. I take out twenty dollars, hand it to Jenn who gives it to the man. He checks to see if it is real. Jenn laughs. How she can keep her cool under these conditions is beyond me.

"Now then, here's the deal. I'm going to ask you a question, and if I like your answer, I'll give you another twenty...
"Waitaminute...
"Let me finish, please. I will ask you a question and once I'm satisfied you've been truthful with me, I will give you the money, and either me or my friend will remove an item of clothing. That's six 20 dollar bills, six questions left, six items of clothing."

The man says nothing. He simply stares at our bodies. I feel naked and move behind Jenn.

"Now you decide who takes something off, but we decide what is taken off. Agreed?"

He nods, which I take as a yes.

"So... first question : where does he his laundry?"

During the planning of this dare, Jenn and I have come up with a list of questions that cannot be found in the files but can be discovered through observation and investigation. Our hope is that this man has spotted the clues.

"Inside the buildin'. S'a laundromat in th'basement."

The man designates me. I'm terrified, but the instincts take over. I remove the shirt from my shoulders. I'm certain he'll target me for every question, just for a chance to see one of us naked. I was hoping he would be less lucid. I also take out twenty bucks that Jenn hands to him, before continuing.

"On his way to and from work, does he do any regular stops?"

The man pauses to think. That one requires memory too, and maybe his is not so good.

"Well, nothin' clear. There's this.. huh... department store (he gave the name and we identified it)... stopped there twice, bought stuff, on the way back... huh... avoids the beach, walks mostly... no regular stops really.
"Any other places he stopped?
"Hey! That's another question!
"I'm still not satisfied with the answer.
"Fine!... huh... library on S'turday, hmm, he rented movies too... Sunday went for a walk in the park... wrote some stuff at the bench..."

Jenn motions for the money. He points to me. It's a tough call. I choose my shoes, despite Jenn's recommendation that we work our way from the top down. I can't bear to have this man see me naked. Once the money changes hands, Jenn follows up.

"Third : Did he meet with anyone in particular, specifically women? Any dates?"

Again, the man takes time to ponder the answer.

"Nope... waitaminute... nope. No girls. No boys either. Pretty lonely guy."

Jenn takes her time to analyze the answer. The man seems sincere. Jenn motions for the money, as the man's finger oozes in my direction. It is either my pants or my camisole. I have a sturdy green bra under there. It's better than nothing. The camisole falls to the ground. I notice the sneer in his eyes. Jenn must have noticed my anguish, because she intervenes as she is handing him the money.

"If you answer the next question to my liking, I'll go topless and hand you the rest of the money. How does that sound?"

The lust is apparent in his eyes. But his gaze returns to me.

"What about her?"

I want to tell him to go to hell. Jenn stops me.

"She'll help me strip."

Have I ever mentioned to you how much I love Jenn?

"Okay. Deal. Final question.
"Final question, then : when you were watching him, did he seem aware of your presence at any time?"

As she asks the question, she tells me to get the money ready. I had started putting my shoes back on, but I obey before finishing. The man is trying to understand the purpose of this question in particular. The prize, however, is just too much for him to care.

"Don't think so. Seemd pretty 'blivious to everyone. Like in his own world, sorta.
"He never noticed you.
"Can't say he did."

Jenn is pleased with the answer. It will facilitate our further surveillance of the target. By that time, my shoes are on. I imagine we will simply leave, but Jenn turns to me and smiles. She plans on going through with it. I am still in my bra, ready to put my camisole back on. I'm mad at Jenn for making me go through with this. Or is it because she's outstaging me? I use the anger to my advantage and grab her by the hair. She likes it, I know.

I pull her sweater off in one swift move. I then do the same to her t-shirt, then I move behind her and start kneading her breasts over the athletic bra. The man makes a move towards us, but my angry stare keeps him back. As I'm kneading Jenn's breasts, I slide one hand under the fabric, then the other, then I gently raise the fabric to expose the flesh. I give her exactly what she wants, and our homeless man is getting more than he bargained for. Luckily, my agressiveness is keeping him at bay. I pull the top off, as Jenn covers her own breasts. I kiss her neck. The man is livid; the blood is rushing away from his face. As swiftly as I had undressed her, she is putting her clothes back on, foregoing the bra. I recover my camisole and shirt. Before the man can utter another word, we are racing away from the scene. We don't stop until we reach our vehicle and are safely locked inside.

I am panting with anger and exhiliration. Jenn is smiling languidly, turned on by the experience. I'm not entirely sure how much the man has seen, but it seems moot now. I stare at Jenn.

"If I wasn't so mad at you, I'd fuck you right now!"

She places a finger on my lips and becomes serious all of a sudden.

"Don't make promises you won't keep."

I realize what I've said. I want to apologize but I can't. Words can't be taken back. Jenn returns to normal

"Some day, you're going to have to explain to me why this part of town scares you so?
"Some day, maybe."

Jenn is my best friend. She's the one I trust my most intimate secrets. But how can I tell her about this? How can I tell anyone that I almost died here, that my first dare could have been my last?

[interesting]

I am exhausted. I have spent the last few days and some of those nights staking out the apartment of one Jim, teacher's assistant at college and my current conquest. To make sure I was not recognized, I wore glasses (the same glasses I had used for my stunt with Jay and a black wig. If it worked for Supergirl, it should work for me.

Stalking is hard work. Jenn prefers to call it surveillance, but I feel like a stalker, and I am enjoying it. I tend to believe that everyone has voyeuristic tendencies but that most of us simply choose to ignore them. I embrace all my instincts head on. Well, most them anyways.

I started last Saturday. I arrived early in the morning and posted myself in front of his front door, on the other side of the street. My task was to validate that the information given to us by our homeless man was accurate. I was somewhat skeptic. Last Saturday, Jim had gone to library, according to him. He had also rented some movies. Was Jim a creature of habit? The question was the next one we needed to answer. During my stakeout, I had wondered if the homless man might now show up, just for the sake of curiosity. We had given him one heck of a show. But I believed he had returned to his former occupation.

Saturday rolled on by and Jim only went out of his apartment once to do the groceries. I was curious, so I followed him on foot to the store. I waited until he got to the cashiers and looked into his cart. What kinds of food did he enjoy? I half expected to find a lot of instant noodles, mac and cheese and other easy-to-prepare foods. I was pleasantly surprised to see fresh fruits and vegetables, canned soups, milk and no soda, eggs, cheese. He had bought instant pizza, but had chosen vegetarian. I can eat almost anything, and I do most of the time. I don't eat that well, Jenn says it will catch up to me one day.

I darted out of the store and returned to my stakeout place. He came back and did not leave the home.

Sunday was my day off, and Jenn took over the stalking. Yeah. We're part-time stalkers. The idea made me laugh. When she came back Sunday night, she went over his routine. The homeless man had told us he went to the park and wrote. She confirmed that he had indeed gone to the park, taken out a large ringed notebook and had spent the better part of the afternoon writing into it. She had not been able to get near so instead she had flashed another young man to go look for her. Apparently, he was writing stories, though we could not know what type.

Now, it's Tuesday and Jenn has come up with another dare. This one has me all excited, even if it is one of the tamest I have ever performed. It involves no risk, no nudity, no element of being caught. But since it involves Jim for the first time, I'm feeling like a kid again, taking a new toy of the box and marveling at all its possibilities.

The class is interesting, but that's probably because I don't really care what Jim is saying so long as he's talking. We do exercises on the blackboard, he asks for a volunteer. I raise my hand and go write the answer. I get it wrong, of course. I look distraught as I sit back down. Then there's the break. Some girl cuts me off and starts talking to Jim about verb tenses. They argue. I'm jealous. I want to be the one arguing. Eventually, she leaves and I'm left alone with Jim. Ten minutes. He does not smoke (another good thing for me) so I hope I can keep him in the classroom. The first part of my dare.

"huh... Jim?
"Yes... uh... Sarah?
"Yeah! You remembered."

I smile. He seems to melt in front of me. I don't want to overdo it at this point.

"I don't know what I got wrong, when I went up to the board."

Carefully, he gets up and moves to the board.

"I'll show you."

My eyes are on his butt as he turns away from me. I just want to spank him good. What is it about those cheeks that drive me wild? I picture him naked from the rear for a moment.

"Sarah? Are you paying attention?
"Oh... sorry."

I realize he is staring back. I look up at the board. He starts reviewing the example with me. I do my best to look confused. It's hard sometimes to feign ignorance. It's much easier to look smart, I think. Our talk is too short. Other students are coming back in. I return to my desk and the class resumes.

Jim goes on about the day's topics. I hang on his lips. Hmmm... they are so kissable. Did I just think that? I must really be out of my mind to want to kiss him so early on. It's creepy somehow. I look down at his crotch. Somehow, it's less intimidating than his mouth.

Class is over much too soon for my tastes. I don't get up. A few students go and talk to him while the rest leave. He remains seated while talking to them, unless he has to use the blackboard. He looks pale, almost tired. Is he getting enough sleep? And why am I asking myself that question?

When everyone has left, I get up. He is packing his things. I walk over to the desk and start playing with my hair.

"I'm sorry about not understanding the problem.
"Don't worry. You'll do fine. Need some more help?
"No, thanks. I'll be okay. You look tired, though.
"Do I?"

He looks at his hands.

"You look pale.
"I feel fine. Maybe a little tired but I was up late preparing the cursus for the next weeks.
"Mid term is in three weeks, right?
"It is.
"I'm not sure I'll be ready.
"If you need help, you can drop by the teacher's lounge, we can look over your notes.
"Maybe another time.
"Oh... I wasn't talking right now."

I feel a knife being plunged into my heart. Is he rejecting me? There's also the fact that my dare is going to flop if I don't do something about it.

"Can I walk you to the lounge?
"Sure."

We exit the class. The lounge is on the other side of the faculty. A good three minutes slow walk. Jim is usually not in a hurry to get anywhere. I need to spark up the conversation.

"What do you think of the upcoming election?"

It's not my idea for a topic, but it's something suggested by Jenn. She feels politics make for a good opening line. I wanted to ask about his clothes, but I go with Jenn on this one.

"I'm just glad so many young people are getting involved. You are going to vote, right?
"Of course!"

And that's the end of that discussion. I don't like politics. I think they're a waste of time. What I don't like is all the political maneuvering and lobbying going around everywhere.

"That's a nice shirt. Where did you get it?
"Discount store. Don't tell anyone.
"My secret. I love it, though. It matches your eyes."

He blushes. Finally, a reaction.

"How much did you pay?
"Ten dollars. Let's just say my salary goes elsewhere!
"I can relate. I don't have a part-time job, I have tuition. Plus my parents loan me some money from time to time.
"It's hard putting yourself through school. I know. I'm still paying off my debts.
"How old are you?"

The question is spoken in an innocent tone, but I already know the answer. I just need to know if he is honest about it.

"Twenty-eight.
"And how old were you when you graduated?
"Twenty-three.
"So you've been paying up for five years. That's tough.
"With my salary, I'll be still be paying for five or ten more. Unless I get a bigger class load.
"You'd like to work more.
"Actually, I'd much rather be doing lit classes, like native lit, or South American lit.
"South American?
"Yeah. There's a lot of good stuff from down there.
"Any good books you can recommend?"

He gives me two titles which I neglect to take down.

"What about you? What do you want to do when you get out of here?
"Well, as soon as I finish my first year, I'm going to switch to teaching at kindergarten level. I love working with kids.
"That's nice.
"I was wondering if you had any pointers, being a teacher and all that.
"I'm not dealing with young kids here. I'm sure you'd do fine, you seem naturally calm. That helps."

Me, calm? I try to hold back my laughter. I'm playing it cool with him, but my insides are a raging inferno. I just want to slam him against the wall and rub myself all over his body.

We get to the door. Now I need to keep him talking for as long as possible. No incentive, no gimmick, no flashing, just words.

"Native literature, you said?
"Yeah, native spirituality, animism, you know, old tales.
"I really don't much about it.
"It's fascinating really."

He leans beside the door but does not reach for the handle. How lucky am I? I lean to my side in front of him. We are looking straight at each other as the conversation unfolds.

"There's this entire library of books we know nothing about, simply because they're outside of the mainstream. There's an entire native culture out there, more than one in fact. The United States has, I think, over seven hundred native tribes.
"Wow!
"And each have their own unique views on life and the afterlife. Some of these tribes are extinct, others are still very strong."

I'm mesmerized by the knowledge pouring out of his mouth. He sounds so passionate about these things. In my mind, I substitute native tribes with my name. It creates a nice effect. I feel warm all over. Except where there are seven hundred of me. That's a little creepy.

"You'd be great.
"Only this college does not teach native lit, so...
"That's too bad. Maybe we could start a petition?
"I'm not sure we'd get the votes.
"Why not? It might be worth a shot."

He smiles. He doesn't think it's possible. I'll be honest, neither do I. Still, the notion of going put against the school to create a new class sounds exciting. But it involves politics, a definite turn-off for me. There is a moment of silence. I need to fill the void. As my mind races for a new topic of conversation, I start appreciating the silent communication between us. He's looking straight at me, and I'm looking back, and I feel the connection.

"Do you feel that?"
"What?"

He seems oblivious. Okay. So maybe the connection is not that strong.

"Never mind.
"Is there anything else, Sarah?
"I'd like to take you up on your offer for assistance... maybe just before the mid term?
"Sure. We can talk about it after next class?"

He moves his hand towards the door handle. I don't want him, but I have nothing to say to stop him. I could confess my love, but that would defeat the purpose of the entire journey Jenn and me have prepared. She might not forgive me actually. He remains there, as if he is waiting for me to say something.

"What are you doing now?
"I still have revisions to do.
"Oh.
"Why?
"No reason. Just wanted to know. See you around."

I dart off, leaving him in the dust. Tears almost form in my eyes. Why is this guy affecting me so? I don't look back, but I also don't hear the door. I feel him watching me walk away, staring at my sultry shape. I imagine his gaze undressing me and I start to shiver. I have to get out of there.

I get back to the apartment. Jenn is doing dishes. I join her and tell her every juicy detail.

"So he reacted.
"He did. And I did nothing overly seductive. There was a connection, at least at some point.
"Honey, with you, there's always a connection."

This bodes well for the future. Right now, I have another task to perform. It waits until the next day. I pick a time when I know Jim is at school and head over to his apartment building. He lives on the the third floor. I enter the building. Front door is locked so I need to buzz in. I press several buttons, a few voices come over the speaker, but someone just lets me in.

I'm wearing a formal suit. Skirt, blouse, business jacket. The business woman look. I even have the suitcase. I go to the third floor and start knocking on doors in order. 301 : no answer. 302 : no answer. 303 : that's his, and even though I know he's not there, I knock. I try the door but it's locked. 304 : a young kid, about four, opens. I kneel down in front of him.

"Hi, is your mommy or daddy home?
"Mommy!"

He runs away. A woman in her thirties, dressed in a night gown comes to the door. She looks sad.

"Hello ma'am. I'm doing a survey on neighborhood relations.
"Not interested, thank you."

She shuts the door in my face. I don't really mind except for the fact that I won't get the information I need. I go across the hall and start at 305 : no answer. 306 : that apartment faces Jim's door. I knock. I hear motion from inside the room. An elderly woman opens the door, looks quizzically at me.

"Yes?
"Hello ma'am. I'm doing a survey on neighborhood relations. I was wondering if I could bother you for a moment?
"Come in my dear."

Jackpot! I walk into the room. The first thing I notice is the layout of the apartment. In this type of building, all apartments are built on the same model, and since this one is actually facing Jim's, it should be a mirrored reflection. I notice the living room and the kitchen beyond. There's a small corridor leading to two closed doors. Bathroom and bedroom.

"Can I get you anything dear?
"Just coffee. And you can call me Sarah. May I ask your name?
"Estelle."

I join her in the kitchen and sit at the table. Her apartment window is facing towards the sea. It's beautiful from this height.

"A survey?
"Yes. It's on neighborhood relations. How you get along with your neighbors and everything."

She brings me the coffee. No sugar, just a dab of milk. She sits in front of me. I'm making her day. She lives alone here, far from anyone.

"I'll ask you a few questions and you just answer the ones you feel comfortable answering.
"Is this going to cost me anything?
"Of course not! This is a survey, I'm not a vendor.
"Oh good... because the telemarketers keep calling to sell me life insurance, and I loathe it."

I laugh.

"I'm not a salesman, Estelle.
"Call me Stella.
"All right, stella."

I open my suitcase and take out pieces of paper. I'm going to write everything down, just to make my part more convincing.

"So, Stella.
"Yes dear.
"Tell me about your neighbors. What do you know about them?"

Stella is only too happy to oblige. There's 308, the drunk, he beats his wife and she's called the cops on him three time, but don't tell him she called. He's in jail at the moment, and she's hoping the girl will dump the bastard. 307 is two girls. She thinks they're 'lesbians'. I shrug at her intolerance. I'm not going to change this woman's mind at her age. She thinks it's unnatural. Maybe it is, but it's fun. She's 306, so we skip her. 305 is another elderly couple. He sleeps all day while she goes to Church and prays. He's probably going to outlast his wife, and I began to wonder if she's not hoping to hook up with him once the other woman is dead. 304 is a single mother with her child, living on welfare. She says that the mother was raped by her former husband and that the child was born wrong. I'm not sure I understand the implications but she tells me there's something evil inside that child. I let it go.

We get to 303. He's a student or a teacher at campus, she's not sure which. I get a little more inquisitive. She sees him more often than the others. He's helped her out several times with her groceries. Once, she had forgotten her keys in her car and she buzzed several doors, but only he came down to assist her, even if they did have to call roadside assistance. There was that time that her cat died, and he took it away to be disposed of. He had offered to take her to the store to get a new one but she had declined. The cat had just been one more trouble.

"Wow! He seems really nice.
"He is, but he's sad too.
"Sad how?
"Well, there's no one in his life. He's always alone."

Magical words. Confirmation of something we had suspected for some time.

I got to 302 and 301, but I hardly paid attention. I put my papers away and finished my coffee.

"Well, I guess we're done.
"We are? That's too bad."

I smile. I feel sad for Stella. She looks so lonely and so vulnerable. No wonder Jim helps her out every now and then.

"I'll tell you what, Stella. You've made my day. How about I come back next week for another survey, around the same time? Would you like that?"

She smiles. Her crooked teeth give me the creeps but at least she's happy.

"It would be a pleasure, my dear.
"Great. It's settled then. You take care."

I leave her apartment before making a scene. I hurry out of there, feeling all giddy. I take out my phone and call Jenn.

"Hello?
"Hi! He's not with anyone. He lives alone and doesn't have any friends over.
"And you know this because?
"I just spoke to Stella. His lovely elderly neighbour.
"Well, good for you.
"I feel like celebrating. How about we rent a movie tonight?
"Okay. Get your ass down here, we'll go see what we want to watch!
"See you soon. Love you!
"Love you too."

We both hang up. I'm so ecstatic. This has not been easy on me, but at least I'm getting somewhere. And it's only the fourth week. I still have a lot more sleuthing, and a lot more daring to do.

[interesting]

I am in trouble now. I'm going to need Jenn's help to get out of this one. One of our dares has just backfired and I don't like being in this situation.

I'll start from beginning. I've been chasing this guy, my T.A., and so far I've been gathering information on him. We had a homelessman follow him around for a week, then we did the same me and Jenn to corroborate the information we had gathered. I played the ditsy blonde to get access to his college file. I sparked up a conversation to get to know him a little better and see if there was a connection, and I befriended his elderly neighbour Stella who confirmed he was not in a relationship. Not a bad three week's worth of information, considering we gathered everything in our spare time.

This week, the challenge is different though. I will need to be more assertive and take some chances. The first part is easy. I simply need to take pictures of him in various situations. With my cellphone, it's barely noticeable. Monday morning, I grab one of thim eating a bagel. I have him arriving at school, then at noon he's eating lunch at the cafeteria. I have one of him entering the rest room. I would have followed him in but for the traffic around.

Tuesday's my big day. I have my class with him. That's where the challenge really comes. I'm not sitting in my usual spot. Instead, I've moved to the back of the class, last row. The trick is not to get noticed here. As I sit down, I recall my conversation from the previous day with Jenn.

"You ready for this?
"I think so.
"You've done it before.
"I have."

Just because I know what I need to do does not make it easier to perform. It's not the act itself that scares me but the prospect of getting caught.

"Walk me through it, Sarah.
"Do I have to?
"Yes. Visualize and you'll be fine."

I focus my mind on the next day. I'm entering the class early, sitting in the back corner, away from prying eyes. The class starts. I take my cellphone, set it to vibrate, and slide it into my panties. It has to remain there for the first half of the class. Jenn will start calling repeatedly from her cellphone. It doesn't take away minutes so it's okay. At the break, I take out and wipe it clean, then tuck it away. Then it gets hard. I have to spend the other half of the class with my hand inside my pants. I don't necessarily need to play with myself but I know it's going to be hard to resist. Just thinking about it is making me wet. I've done this before. The trick to making it last is to go very slowly and softly, and if you feel yourself coming to, you stop and pause. I'll be wearing my pad, just to be safe.

Once I've gone through the details with Jenn, she smiles. She knows all this talk is making me horny.

"What you need to do is occupy your mind tonight, girl.
"Any ideas on how to do that?"

She winks at me. I half regret asking the question. I remember our conversation two weeks before, after our second encounter with the homeless man. I told her I'd fuck her. She warned me not to make promises I could not keep. For a moment, I'm hesitant. There's Jim's face rolling around in my mind. Then I loosen up. I'm not going steady with him yet. I like him, but my friend Jenn needs me more right now. I look at her.

"Okay. I'll do you once, if you want to.
"Only if you want to, honey."

I kiss her. Sometimes I wonder why we even broke up. I love Jenn to death. I might not marry her, but I'd do pretty much anything else. Then I remember she was the one who broke it off. And I'm left puzzled. But I leave these memories aside. She's stripping and retrieving the tools she wants me to use on her. Jenn is very much into tools. Me, not so much. There's something strange about the feeling of latex and rubber that seems odd to me somehow. I go lock the door, then start to do a striptease for her. She immediately reaches for her sex and starts exploring. Once I'm naked, she puts the girdle on me for later.

"Eat me."

It's been a while since I did this. From her reaction, I haven't lost my touch. She moans and grinds herself against my face. I grab her hips and hold her down. I don't like when she wriggles. I decide to bring her to orgasm in this fashion. In the throes of passion, she wraps her legs around my head and pulls me in. I feel her warm presence stimulating me. I want to feel her breath on my body. I push her legs apart, climb on top of the bed and twist so I am sitting on her face. I know she wants this as much as I do, moreso even. I feel her lips against me, then her tongue, then a few fingers. I come before she does, and as I take her to completion, she keeps playing with me. How I've missed this! It's been almost a year since anyone's played with me like that. I hold nothing, and we she finally climaxes, I go along for the ride. My body goes limp and I fall on top of her

"...crushing me..."

I gather my strength and pull myself off, then turn myself around and start kissing her passionately, cupping her breasts, twisting her nipples. She does the same. We frolick for a few moments.

"I love you Sarah.
"I know."

I pull myself off. She's panting, but she reaches for the accessory and ties it to the girdle.

"Can I do it to you after?
"We'll see. Right now, enjoy."

I guide the instrument into her with one hand. It slides in without resistance. She moans loudly. I start pumping in and out, up and down. Her breasts are flailing, so I cup them. Her eyes are closed now and she is completely lost in the pleasure I am giving her. My mind is elsewhere. I'm imagining I am her, and that Jim is me. That's it. I bring her to ecstasy once more and she collapses from exhaustion. I pull out and start undoing the girdle and the accessory, then move to my bed. She is oblivious to anything, which is much better than the alternative.

That night, I make my decision. No more sex with anyone but Jim. I don't mind the fondling and caressing, and even the mutual masturbation. But full-on no holds barred sex is off limits now. I know I'm going to regret this a few days on, maybe a few weeks, but I'll do my best to hold onto my limitations. Jenn sleeps soundly over her covers. I get up and slide her under the covers and kiss her good night. As much as I love her and want to make love to her, it's hurting our friendship. She can't be waiting for me. Once I've resolved my issues with Jim, then I'll reconsider my decision if necessary. Until then, access is denied.

So here I am, in class, placing my cellphone on vibrate in my underpants, all the while reliving last night's events and my own decisions. I know Jenn will be calling any minute. I need to stay focused or else I'll give tell-tale signs, and then I'd be in trouble.

The first vibration sends chills across my body, but I manage to resist the jerking motion. But there's a problem. The cellphone is touching the wooden chair through my panties and it made a gentle tap against the wood, barely audible but still problematic. Jake is sitting besides me and looks in my direction. I gently lift my butt from the chair, not enough for him to see but enough to stop the clanking. The phone vibrates ten times (I have turned off the messaging function) and thankfully stops. Jake, seeing nothing unusual, returns to his daydreams. I take the opportunity to replace the cellphone in a different position so it won't bang on the wooden chair.

For the next hour and a half, Jenn tortures me at a distance. She has the phone vibrate at irregular intervals, for an irregular number of times, so I never know exactly how frequent or how long the sessions will last. I'm forced to bite my lips more than once and hold back tiny screams. I am almost clawing the desk when Jim calls for the break. I know will keep calling and I can't wait to remove the cellphone from there. But Jake doesn't get up. Instead, he turns to me and smiles. He looks like a dog.

Let me tell you a little about Jake, that is, what little I know. Jake is short for jerk. He's one year older, and this is the second time he's taken this class. We had psych 101 together last semester, and since I was new, I sat down beside him. At the end of the first class, he said he'd give me 10 dollars if I gave him a blow job. I told him I'd give him twenty dollars for never talking to me again. He just shrugged it off, saying I did not know what I was missing. From then on, he had been a constant pain in my side, commenting on my body, making passes at me and sullying my reputation. Thankfully, he did not have much in the way of reputation himself so his accusations had little impact. Everybody thought he was a weasel.

Since this semester, things have changed a little. I barely even notice him. He sits in the back, I sit in the front. We don't talk to each other and the arrangement works out fine. So why is he staring at me now?

"Something going on, sweety?"

I want to leave, but I can't get up. If I stand, he'll see a bulge in my pants. I don't like where this is going.

"You've been fidgety all class...
"What's it to you?
"Well, if you're waiting on something, I got something for you."

I want to kick him in the face. I can't. This cellphone is really cramping my style.

"I know what's going on.
"Really. What do you think is going on?
"I think you got something down your pants."

I must not have been as discreet as I had imagined, or maybe he had been faking daydreams.

"It's none of your business.
"I can make it my business. All I gotta do is holler at the front of the class and mister teacher will come down here and check on you. That would be bad for your reputation."

No. He can't call Jim here. He can't see me like this. I have to defuse this situation. But I know where this is going, and I don't want it to go there. My mind is racing. Jake has me now.

"First things first, I want to see it."

Reluctantly, I reach into my pants and pull out my cellphone. At least, it's not in there anymore. He reaches for it and grabs it before I have a time to wipe it. He licks it and I'm disgusted.

He looks at my crotch. My pants are still unzipped, so he sees my dark underwear.

"I want to see your wet pussy."

He's whispering now. I've shown myself to other people before, but never in this context. I feel somewhat violated. I know, however, that at least for the moment, it won't go any farther than this. At least, I'm hoping he has the common sense. I lean back a little, pull down on my pants and panties, and grant him a look. Saliva drops from his mouth to the ground. He really is a dog.

"Put a finger on there.
"No. Not here."

I need to take control of the situation. I need to make him believe I am willing to submit to him, but under my conditions, until I can defuse the threat he poses. I start to lie, something I rarely do when I'm not acting. I'm still partly exposing myself to him.

"You can have this, but we need to tone it down here.
"Okay...
"Give me your number and I'll call you. We'll set up something."

He grins. I feel his evil intentions towards me. I have no idea how I am going to avoid doing the things he wants me to do.

"You better call me soon, bitch."

That word. Now I know I have to get back at him, somehow, through some evil device of my own. He returns to his desk, programming his phone number into my phone. I decide my dare has come to an end. Jim is no longer the biggest of my concerns. I have to do something about Jake before he gets to me.

[interesting]

"You need to be punished."

I stare at Jenn, bewildered.

"What?
"You failed the dare. You need to be punished."

I'm stumped. Just when I think I know my best friend, she comes out of left field with another surprise.

"You're not listening!
"I am. You just told me that you failed the dare. You were supposed to play with yourself for the other half of the class. You didn't.
"Did you miss the part about me being blackmailed?
"Priorities, Sarah.
"Fuck you! I might need to have sex with that jerk and you're thinking of punishing me?"

Jenn looks me right in the face. I quiet down. I'm sorry for yelling and she can tell.

"Sarah, where's his proof?
"Well, he saw me take out my cell and...
"And he kept the cell?
"Well, no he gave it back.
"Did he take a picture?
"No.
"Then where's his proof?"

I stop to ponder the question. She's right. Despite my open confession to him and my exposure, there is no proof. He couldn't have planned this because he had not been aware of my intention beforehand, so chances are he could not have recorded the conversation. Which means I'm off the hook. Or am I? It's still his word against mine, should it come to a confrontation. Chances are there might some investigation, this might go on my permanent record.

"I'm not off the hook, you know.
"I know. But it's not as bad as it seems. And I think we may have a way out. Sarah, trust me, I've been down this road.
"You've been caught masturbating by a creep?
"More than one, actually. To keep it quiet, they wanted me to do a gangbang. Let's just say I turned the tables on them. They've left me alone ever since.
"I don't even want to look at him.
"Well that's tough. You were careless, you need to learn to be more discreet. You'll need to handle him into position. I'll do the rest. It will be part of your punishment."

I sigh. Jenn is right. I have gotten myself into this mess. It is only fitting that I pay for it in some form or another. Humiliation is education, at least, that's the theory.

"Now, mind you, this does not exempt you from your other obligations. And there is the other part of your punishment."

Punishment is, to my group of friends, the byproduct of a failed dare. It is both a blessing and a curse. We look forward to the punishments, yet, when we get them, we cringe and whine. It's all part of the game. Sometimes, I enjoy the punishments. More often than not, they are demeaning and a little degrading. Like the one Jenn has chosen for me.

It is Saturday night and I log on. I am alone in the room for this. I turn on my computer and my webcam, retrieve the instruments I need and log onto a chatroom given to me by Jenn. I am wearing a tight leather suit, with my buttocks showing. My face is veiled. I enter a chat room. I start typing :

NaughtyBadGirl > Hi all. Anyone wanna see me spank myself?

I get so many replies and instant messages that I almost get flooded. I position myself so that my ass is facing the camera, and plant a good one on my cheek. I hear the ping on the computer as people are cheering. I do it again, and again. Ten times in all. I feel my butt cheek is on fire. I switch cheeks. The pings keep coming and I keep slapping. I'm pretty sure my group of friends is watching this, laughing their ass off (or is it my ass?)

I sit back down gently on my chair.

I read some of the comments on the page.

"Stroke your pussy... dildo urself... show tits... show pussy..."

I ignore them. My plan is already made up. I retrieve the paddle lying on the table and show it to the webcam. I get more pings. I bend over again, and this time work myself with the paddle.

Now I know that some people get off on this kind of action, and I'm not saying I dislike it. It's just not as much a turn-on for me as other things. Besides, this is supposed to be a punishment. Deriving pleasure out of it would seem out of place, out of character. My butt cheeks are sore when I stop. I must have paddled myself thirty or so times on each cheek. I am almost to the point of crying.

NaughtyBadGirl > Did you like that boys?

I get a lot of positive answers, but most are just people asking me to perform sexual stunts. The last part of my punishment is to do one of them, my choice, from the list provided by the other people present in the chat room. There seem to be many, but in reality, they all have to do with me either showing something to them or putting something up one of my holes. I'm not fond of doing either right now, but I still have to choose.

One guy wants to see how far I can deep throat. I can do that. I reach for a toy of reasonable length. Without hesitation, I swallow it, pushing it in as far as it will go, almost gagging on it. I take it out and thank him for the suggestion, then I log off. I need a shower, a drink and sleep, which I get, in that order.

The next day, I'm supposed to be on watch for Jim at the park but I don't get up. I feel sick. Jenn has come back during the night and walks over to me. She says I look pale.

"Here, let me help you up."

She takes me to the bathroom, where I throw up. She inquires about what I ate last night, but I barely ate at all. I only had one drink and then went straight to sleep. She sits down beside me.

"You know, Sarah, I think I may be pushing you too far right now. I'm sorry about last night.
"It's okay, I had to do it.
"Well, that's the thing. You don't have to do anything. You need to want to do these things. You're not being yourself lately, and I think I know why.
"I know why too."

She hugs me, then kisses my forehead.

"Come back to bed. I'll give you a butt rub, then we'll go out to get some air. And we'll finish our plan for your little revenge on Jake. How does that sound?
"Fine to me."

We get to that Tuesday. I've managed to gather my strength and call Jake, telling him that we'll hook up after class tomorrow and go to a secluded place, where we'll settle our affairs. I could hear him drooling on the phone. During the class, my mind is elsewhere, hoping Jenn comes through for me. She's told me her plan, but she says she does not want me to know how and when she's going to make it happen. I feel better than that weekend. I'm more confident now, and whatever happens, I know Jake is not going to do anything to me that I don't let him do. I'm content with that. During class, I hand him a note, telling him to meet me just outside campus grounds, near the park. I am still anxious, but I've had time to prepare, so it's a good form of anxiety.

The class goes by too fast for me, and pretty soon, I'm hanging out just outside of the campus grounds. My only hope is that Jake comes alone. If he brings anyone, our plan is done for, well not completely, but it will surely complicate things. I'm lucky again. I see him strolling in my direction, hands in his pockets. He has that air of confidence about him, but I'm going to make him regret messing with me. I hope.

He follows me into the park, then I cut through the woods. I look around to see if anyone is there, but I see no one.

"Nice and cozy here, bitch."

Again with that word. I want to smack him with a rock. I refrain myself from violence. Murder is not the answer here. Revenge is.

We walk across the park to a metallic fence crossing through the woods. I don't know exactly why it's there but it will serve our purpose. Again, I look around, trying to find the signs I'm hoping for. Nothing. I'm on my own right now. Jenn must be stuck in traffic. I have to stall.

"So?...
"So. Let's just see what we can get going here. Now, if I do these things to you, you swear you're never going to tell anyone?
"I swear."

He's lying of course. I have an idea on how to buy some time. I pull out my cellphone and throw it to him.

"Why don't you start by taking some nice pictures?"

He seems to like the idea. He turns my phone on and selects the camera option. By giving him my camera, I'm making sure than any and all pictures taken will be in my hands at the end of the ordeal.

For my challenge, I've decided to go with a standard look. My hair is undone, I'm wearing an orange camisole. He can see my black bra straps. I'm also wearing jeans and a black thong underneath. I don't mind the nudity in front of him, I've done worst than what I'm about to do here (that's the plan, anyway). I don't want to have to give him sexual favors. If I thought he'd let me get away with a strip, I might not have to resort to that revenge plan.

"Oh yeah bitch, pose for me."

And then he becomes a dog again. So I have no more qualms about what's going to happen.

At first, I pose fully clothed against the fence. First from the back, then from the front.

"Start taking it off now!"

He's moving fast. I've got to slow him down.

"What's the rush?"

I move towards the ground, bending over, giving a side view. I roll up my camisole so I expose my stomach. I unbutton my jeans and part them slightly, revealing the black mesh.

"Yeah, baby, that's the stuff."

I raise the camisole over my bra and cup my breasts above the bra. He's panting like a dog in heat. He's clicking on that picture button like it's going to make me strip faster.

"Get those pants out of the way."

I comply, but very slowly. I first get down on my knees, and start pulling my pants down, offering him a good view of my rear end. Then I fall on my ass and pull the pants off. The whole gesture takes me more than two minutes, and all the while, he's snapping pictures, completely oblivious to the fact that the memory is probably full.

Suddenly, I see a light shine through the trees from behind him. Salvation.

I get up, give him a good view of my panties, slightly moving them aside so he can see the pink. He starts wriggling with his zipper, dropping my phone to the ground.

"Not so fast, cowboy."

I move over to him and drag him by the hand to the fence. I place him facing the fence, then I start to undo his trousers.

"Oh yeah..."

I lower them just enough so I can pull his manhood into the air. It feels damp and disgusting. I ignore the sensation. I grab it. That's it. I've reached my limit. I whisper in his ear.

"I want you to close your eyes while I turn you around. I have a surprise for you, and it's not going to cost you ten bucks."

He immediately understands what I'm talking about and complies. I turn him around.

He feels a hand pulling away from his sex, then suddenly, he senses lips wrapping themselves around it. He jerks a little, then starts swaying back and forth.

"Oh yeah, baby. Take it all in."

He feels a hand grab his balls, massaging them.

"So good, baby! You know how to work it."

The lips leave him, and suddenly, a male voice pierces the silence.

"Thanks. I've had experience!"

Jake jumps, falls backward and tips over to the other side of the low fence His pants tear themselves open as they catch the grating.

Meanwhile, Jenn is actively taking pictures of him with her digital camera, flat on his back, his penis popping out, a bewildered look on his face. I am putting my pants back on as Thomas is laughing out loud. I love Thomas. He's a true friend.

"Man, that was priceless!
"What the fuck?
"That, my bitch, is payback!"

That felt good to say.

"Hey! You can't do that. That's illegal.
"So was yours.
"Give me those pictures."

Jake manages to pull his torn pants back up, covering his dignity and moving threateningly towards us. Thomas, who is much bigger than him, stares back and Jakes freezes. I recover my cellphone and start deleting pictures.

"Bottom line, Jake, is that if you don't want your friends to think you're gay, you will leave Sarah alone. For good. You never speak to her again, you don't even look at her unless she looks at you first.
"This ain't right!"

Thomas intervenes.

"Yeah! Well neither is intimidating a girl into sex. I should kick your ass right now. You're lucky I only sucked your cock!"

Jake is livid. Fear, confusion, rage.

"You better run. And if my friend ever tells me you bothered her, they'll have to take you to the hospital in two different ambulances! Scat!"

It does not take more than that for Jake to flee. I know I'm safe. Thanks to my friends. Well, I had a little hand in it. Speaking of which, I wipe my hand on the leaves.

"You know, if he weren't such an asshole, I would have sucked him dry.
"Tom, you're the best.
"Do I get a hug then?"

I hug him tight. He is always the protector. I'm so lucky. As soon as I let go, he turns to both of us.

"Now, is one of you going to explain to me the whole story of why I had to suck that guy's dick?"

Jenn looks at me. This is going to be a long explanation.

[interesting]

In my dream, I'm studying for my mid term at the school lounge with Jim. It's late at night and we are sitting beside each other on a sofa. We are looking at our books, citing examples and making progress. I feel like I'm going to pass this test.

All of a sudden, he flips the page to my notebook, and it's a naked picture of me. He's surprised, looks into my eyes. I wink at him. He understands. He leans over me and kisses me on the neck. I unbutton my shirt. I'm not wearing any bra. His hands reach first for my neck, then to my shoulders, down my sides, under my breasts and finally on them.

We push the table away. I kneel down before him and start to unzip his pants. I take it out and start stroking it. I kiss it, then put it in my mouth. He writhes from the pleasure I'm giving him.

I stand up. I remove his shirt. He kisses my nipples as I bend towards him. His breath is warm, inviting. He reaches for my skirt, undoes the button and it falls to the floor. I'm not wearing anything under. He puts his face in between my legs and starts working his way there. I'm in the throes of ecstasy. I kneel on him, trying to glide him into me.

And then I wake up. Actually, it's more like I come back to my senses.

"I think we've been at this for too long, you're starting to drift."

I look away from my fantasy and return to reality. I'm in the student lounge, reviewing grammar with Jim before tomorrow's exam. He's sitting comfortably across the table from me, and we've been talking about grammar for more than two hours. I love his voice, but I think my brain is dying.

"Can I get you something? he asks.
"Sure. Energy drink, maybe."

He gets up and walks to the vending machine. I look at his behind as he walks away and for a moment, I'm almost in my dream again. Why won't he just jump me?

I call out to him.

"You know what, on second thought, no drink."

He spins around and comes back.

"I'm not going to be able to cram anything more in my brain tonight. What I need is to get some fresh air. You coming?
"Sure."

So innocent, so unaware of my feelings for him. Totally clueless. I want him so bad!

We get up and walk out, leaving our books on the table. In reality, I have both underwear and bra on, and I'm not dressed as sexy as I would have liked. But it's for the best. I can't jump him because of the impropriety, if I was to date my teacher and it became known, well, there would be repercussions for both of us. It might ruin both of our teaching careers, his current and my future. That doesn't stop the desire but it does restrain the impulses.

The fresh air does me some good. It helps me gather my senses and rethink my strategy. I have something more to accomplish tonight than simply study for my test.

"You okay? Sure you don't want anything? Water?
"Water would be fine, thanks."

He goes back inside to get a bottle of water from the dispenser. I don't look at him. Instead, I'm trying to conjure up a way to invite myself to his house after the exam, something that does not sound like I'm coming on to him. Something innocent. I need to get inside his apartment. If I can't do that, I'll have to endure another punishment, and I don't want that. The last one was painful enough, and they tend to escalate as we go along. This is my final dare before the week off of the half semester. I'm looking forward to it. I'm not looking forward to not seeing him, but Jenn and agreed at the beginning that I'd be allowed a break, and I need it. This succession of challenges is taking its toll. Jenn has promised me we'd have fun. All that's left is this task. I don't want to disappoint.

Jim returns and hands me the bottle of water. I open it, take a sip, and hand it to him. He takes a sip too. I look at the water droplets on his lips. I want to lick them off. He looks kissable... there I go again! I must really be going nuts here. Then again, I've made love to him in my mind so many times I feel like we're going steady already. But I have my principles, and I'll stick to them.

"You know, Jim, it's nice of you to take time to help me.
"Come on, it's no problem.
"I sincerely appreciate it. And you've helped me understand most of the problems I was having.
"My pleasure."

There is a lull in the conversation.

"I like tutoring, he says. It's often more rewarding than teaching.
"How so?
"Well, you get to be one-on-one with the person. You can actually see the progress they're making as you're talking to them. In a big classroom, you dont' have time to adress every single concern. One-on-one, you get a more private approach.
"I like one-on-one too."

The words escape me. Again. I'm talking out of my ass now! Jim notices and blushes. He blushes. Oh! I could die happy. He saves me from further embarassment.

"The important thing is you're ready for the test tomorrow.
"Yes. And it's thanks to you."

Again another silence. I feel an urge coming on to me, and I know I have to fight it with all my might. I manage to hold it in.

"You know, I was wondering if I could get the cursus for the next half of the semester in advance.
"Why?
"Just so I'd be ready when the lessons come along. It might help."

He appears puzzled. I'm pretty sure no one has ever made such a request. He ponders the question for a moment. I continue, in order to take the conversation elsewhere.

"If it's inconvenient or you don't have it, I could always drop by and pick it up."

I'm vague enough so I can pick it up at the teacher's lounge or some other place, like his residence. I hope he catches the latter, but I can't be too formal.

"Although it would have to be after the exam.
"Of course. I don't see why not.
"And I could study it during the break.
"Makes sense."

Finally, some progress.

"When can you have it ready?
"I could bring it in class tomorrow."

I curse his diligence. Why must he be so nice and polite and convenient?

"I don't think so. It may not be the best idea.
"Why not?
"Well, if someone sees you handing me a document, they might not know what it is. Other students might make the same request, or misinterpret it.
"Sure."

He's not convinced but he's hooked.

"How about I get it after class? Where do you live? I can drop by, pick it up and be on my way."

Now I'm reaching. I think he senses it. I have to downplay my attraction to him.

"Or maybe just after class, at the teacher's lounge, I don't know."

I wait for his answer. My fate is in his hands. I don't know if he feels my anxiety.

"I guess you could drop by my place. I'm off campus on Wednesday.
"Okay. Where do you live?"

Like I need to know. We go back inside to our books and I write it down anyway.

"I don't want to keep you waiting all afternoon. How about I drop just after lunch, say, one PM.
"Fine.
"Great."

I smile at him. He seems to enjoy it. I'm definitely going to smile at him more often.

Exam day rolls around and I'm pretty confident I'll at least get a C, and if I'm lucky a B. I usually am. I spend the rest of the day relaxing. I take a shower in the evening and get to bed early.

Tomorrow doesn't get there soon enough. I have a date. Correction. I am going to Jim's house to get the cursus for the next half of the semester. I can't eat. I'm too nervous. Jenn is not there this morning. I look for a note but she had simply vanished. I can't wait around for her approval. I get going a little after lunch. It is only thirty minutes on foot from my apartment to his. I'll be there early. I think he'll like that.

On the way, I try to remember everything I've learned about him so far. I'll need all my best arguments to lower his guard enough so I can get what I'm really after. I just hope I manage it. I need to avoid any more punishments, and Jenn does not want to inflict me with another one. For both our sakes, this has to work.

I climb the stairs to his apartment, careful not to be noticed by his next door neighbour. Now is now the time for her to reveal my previous visits. I get to the door and look myself over one last time. I'm wearing dark blue pants, and a white shirt. My hair is tied in a ponytail. I have a backpack for the notes. I'm ready.

Jim answers the door almost the moment I knock. I smell chicken in the kitchen. My stomach grumbles. I'm famished. Now, I'm hungry and nervous. Great combination.

"Hi! Something smells good here.
"Just some chicken soup. Come in."

I walk in.

"Am I too early?
"No it's all right. Have you eaten?
"Actually, no.
"Come sit down. I'll pour you a bowl."

I love him, I love him, I love him!

"Thanks."

We go to the kitchen. As I move about the apartment, I'm pleased that my reconnaissance of the building was accurate. The apartment is the mirror image, save for the furniture, of the one on the other side of the hall. I sit down at the table and he brings me a steaming bowl of chicken soup, with real bits of chicken inside.

"Did you make it yourself?
"Hardly. It's canned. Good though."

He hands me a spoon and I start eating. I swallow the whole thing before he even finishes his own.

"Would you like more?"

I'm a bit shy about it.

"No... thank you."

He smiles and I smile back. I just want to tell him right now how I feel about him. It has to wait. For both our sakes. It can't simply be physical attraction. There has to be more or it won't last. I know that. Past experiences have taught me that falling head over heels without taking time to let the person into my lifestyle is a bad idea.

I get up as he finishes his own soup and takes the bowls and spoons to the sink.

"So this is your place? How much is the rent?"

He gives me the numbers. It's a reasonable price, given its proximity to the shoreline.

"So where are the notes?
"They're in my room. Let me get them."

He walks into the corridor and heads for the far door. I follow him. I want to see his room. He does not shut the door, so I remain at the entrance to look in. It's pretty clean. He's at his desk, sorting through piles of paper. I glance around and spot my trophy case. His drawers are on the other side of the bed. How do I maneuver myself into position?

"Mind if I get myself a glass of water?
"Go ahead."

He's rummaging through his files. I head for the kitchen. Good old water! You have never failed me before. I take out a glass, place it into the sink. If his apartment is like mine, the water pressure is intense. I turn the water on to its maximum, making sure the spray hits the side of the glass. It works and I get splashed all over my white blouse. I curse out loud.

"What?"

He comes running. I turn to face him, looking mad.

"Darn!
"What happened?
"Water pressure.
"Oh... I'm sorry.
"It's not your fault."

Through my wet blouse, he can clearly see my bra.

"It's just water, it will dry off in an hour or so..."

I look distraught. I hope he picks up my cue. He does.

"Well, maybe I can put it in the dryer downstairs.
"No, that would be too long. Do you have a blow dryer?
"Yeah.
"Maybe you can blowdry it?"

Again, I'm reaching. He's such a gentleman he agrees.

"Just one problem."

I'm not shy at all, but I need to appear so, at least for the moment. Again, he understands instantly.

"Come with me."

I follow him back to his room. He goes into his drawers and retrieves a t-shirt.

"You can change here, or in the bathroom, just toss me your blouse and I'll dry it.
"Thanks. You're so nice."

He leaves the room. I take off my blouse. I take off my bra too. I'm topless in his room. I fondle myself for a few seconds before putting on his t-shirt. I open the door and hand him both the blouse and the bra.

"Can you dry this too?
"Sure."

I sense his rising curiosity. He's starting to suspect something. I'll have to leave quickly once I'm done here. I wait until I hear the blowdryer working. I start to caress myself over his t-shirt. It smells good. I get back to the business at hand and start looking through his drawers. My time is short. At the bottom I find my prize. I pull the one from the bottom of the pile, close the drawer and return to the living room, where I stock it into my backpack. Mission accomplished. Now all I have to do is leave. I head to the bathroom. He's blowdrying my bra. I want to hug him.

"So?
"Won't take long.
"I'm really sorry for the trouble.
"And I still haven't given you the notes.
"I can take over, if you'd like.
"It's your bra."

I laugh. He seems to enjoy it.

"I'll get the note and put them in your pack.
"No."

He freezes. I have to think of something fast.

"I want to see them first. I want you to give me the headlines."

It seems to work. I decide my bra is dry enough so I remove his t-shirt and put it back on. Then, I start drying the blouse, making sure my back is to the open bathroom door. As he walks past, he can't stop but look into the bathroom and see me in my bra, even if it is from the back. Eventually, I decide my blouse is dry enough so I put it on and return to the living room. I toss him his t-shirt.

"Thank you.
"My pleasure."

He hands me the notes and we quickly look them over.

"Thank you very much, Jim. You have a nice break.
"No break for us teachers.
"Really. That's too bad. I'll see in two weeks."

I don't offer my hand and don't extend cheek kisses. He just waves me out. I have my prize, and I've managed to be topless in his house. Two stunts in one. That should count for something. Jenn will most assuredly be impressed with me. I know I am.

I pause at the bottom of the stairs. I feel sad. I know that I now have to put some distance between me and him. I need him to forget about me, if the rest of our plan is to work. I blow him a kiss, hoping it will reach him in his dreams. Right now, they're all we really have together. I hope I'm in his dreams.

[interesting]

Jennifer and me get up early on the second Saturday of the break week. We have a lot to do in the morning to get ready for our afternoon and evening activities. I take a quick shower, she jumps in with me to wash my back, I wash hers then get out and she finishes. We gather everything we will need and store it in a bag. I could turn into a sleepover but I don't bring anything for the night. I'm sure we'll manage somehow (we always do).

I have spent the entire week reviewing literature for some of my classes. It's unusual on my part. I am not the most studious person I know. In fact, I am actually pretty lazy in that department most of the time. For some reason, this time, I have additional motivation to perform well academically. If you've been following my story, most of you know why. If you have not, then I will recap my adventures so you can bring yourself up to date.

His name is Jim, and he's my T.A. for the grammar class. I've become infatuated with him but he doesn't know yet. He has the cutest little... the story. Okay. Jennifer and me have come up with several challenges that I needed to do in order to get to know him better. I performed these challenges in the past seven weeks. Most of the tasks have been oriented towards information gathering, and a limited few have just been for the thrill of it. Jennifer and me first hired a homeless man to spy on him, and it worked great, despite my own reservations at dealing with this type of individual. I went to the secretary and played with the young technician there and got access to Jim's official file. Then, I spark up a conversation out of the blue with Jim to see if we can connect. I investigate his apartment building and get to know his neighbour Stella, a lovely old lady with tales to tell. I take pictures of him in various circumstances. All the while this is happening, I'm slowly learning to deal with and understand my feeling for him.

Things get complicated when a sexual dare in class is witnessed by another student, who wants to blackmail me with it. Luckily, with the help of Jennifer and my friend Thomas (more on him later), we blackmail him back into oblivion. I finally get to my last challenge, which is to enter Jim's apartment while he is there and steal an item of clothing from him.

I have not seen Jim in over a week and I'm already starting to miss him. In fact, I've been missing him the entire week. I have a slideshow of pictures in my computer which I watch at least once per day. Jennifer thinks I'm obsessing, and I think she's right. The problem is that I can't make a move on Jim until classes are over, as it would be inappropriate since he's my teacher. Right now, our indirect relationship is all we have.

On that Saturday morning, once our stuff is packed, Jenn and I go to the supermarket to purchase some food for lunch. Nothing exceptional, just instant noodles, juice, fruit and some bread and butter. We return the film we'd rented last night, dropping it by the rental office, then we head straight for Bonnie and Barry's house.

I love Barry and Bonnie, in every possible sense of the word. They've been a couple for over three years now. They hooked up thanks to me, well, actually, thanks to our activities together. Just recently, Barry got a great job and was able to purchase a house not far from where I live with Jenn. They moved in at the end of September and have been setting up the place since then. Now, in the last week of October, they've managed to turn their casa into a cozy home. I've never been there, but I'm looking forward to it. So is Jenn, I can tell. I wouldn't be surprised if Bonnie and Barry had a child before two or three years. I don't know if they'll ever get married, though.

These two have been my friends since over three years. As I mentionned earlier, I helped get them together through my activities. Way back in high school, we were five girls hanging out. Among them were Jenn and Bonnie, Claire and Cassie (I'll get to them later too) and of course myself. I'd gotten my friends interested in doing dares and although everyone had gone at their own pace, we were all pretty far into it. At some point, and I forget the reason, we decided that we'd invite a guy and make him our "slave". We each designated an individual and then voted. Now at the time, I did not have a boyfriend and I had a crush on Barry, so I entered his name. I didn't know at the time that Bonnie also had a crush on him, far more serious than my own. We invited him over to a slumber party, and then once the party was well under way, we started playing truth or dare, tricking him into becoming our slave. He was a sport about it and actually enjoyed the experience, so we decided to allow him to play with us from now on.

On our third night of dares with him, he got to feel me up pretty good. That's when I first noticed Bonnie's reaction. I realized what was going on, and by that time, I had found a new boyfriend. We maneuvered the game so Bonnie would end up having to take a shower with him and wash him all over. We watched her clumsily try to make her way on his body. He seemed to enjoy. Then, while they were still in the shower, he got to pick a dare. He chose the obvious, which we knew he would, and she blew him then and there. Needless to say, after such an experience, they started seeing more of each other, and were going out by the end of the month.

What is so great about their relationship is that they still want to perform dares with us, pushing their limits, both emotionnally and mentally. We've done some pretty racy things with one of them while the other watched. We've always kept it within their limitations, which is important. They have great communication so it's even better.

When we get there, it's eleven PM and I'm starting to get hungry. Bonnie and Barry greet us and tell us Thomas, Brad, Cassie and Claire will be arriving right after lunch. We put the food on the table and start eating right away, as if that will make them arrive any faster. Once we're done, we let Bonnie and Barry do the clean-up while Jenn and I do a tour of the house. It's as cozy as were told. You enter into the living room, a large room with several sofas, television in the corner. There's a panoramic window but the blinds are closed on it. If we're going to be playing in here, then it's better to close the blinds.

The living room opens into a great looking kitchen and dining room all-in-one. I love what they have done with the place. There'a large see-through door leading into the backyard. It's not covered but no one can look in because of high cedar fences. A small corridor leads to a bathroom, an office of some sort and their bedroom. We take our gear into the bedroom and set it down there. I come back to the kitchen alone.

"You've got a great place!
"You think so?
"Bonnie, this is really nice.
"Thanks."

By now, Barry has put away the dishes. They have a dishwasher. I'm a bit jealous.

Ring at the door. Bonnie answers. Claire and Cassie have arrived. We hug and kiss. I have not seen them since the summer. They are both so beautiful. We take their stuff and drag it into the bedroom as well.

I promised you some information on them earlier. First of all, they are a couple. That's right, a lesbian couple. Not that it should shock you, at least I hope not. Besides, if you've been following my adventures, you know that me and Jenn were an item some years back, and we even had an encounter a few weeks back.

They say that in gay relationships, one is the man and one is the woman. It's not entirely true, at least, that's my understanding. In any relationship, one is dominant and the other is submissive. The same applies to gay couples. In that respect, Claire is the dominant while Cassie is the submissive.

I've known Claire for much longer than Cassie. We went to elementary school together. She is the first person I ever kissed in fact, when we were about eleven. We were playing in the park near my parents' house and she planted one straight on my lips. It felt strange, somewhat agreeable, yet disconcerting. I asked her then why she had kissed me. She had said it was because she liked me. Even back then, Claire had known she was into girls. Several years later, when I had first started doing dares, I remembered that kiss and decided to bring her in with Jennifer. We ended up making out together most of the night, experimenting with our bodies and needs. Hers is the first female sex I ever licked. Even today, almost four years later, I remember distinctly her taste.

Cassie, on the other hand, is much more open to other types of sexuality than Claire. She's had boyfriends and girlfriends. We hooked her up with our gang not long after Claire, and on the first night, they ended up having sex together in front of us. It was amazing. They were going at it like some sort of devilish creatures. Their performance got me so hot that I also had sex with Jenn that night for the first time, using Claire's tools. There were a lot less limitations to our games when we were teenagers. I wouldn't say our games got tamer but I think we know more now what we want and what we need from our games.

After that night, Claire and Cassie decided to go steady. I was in a relationship at the time so Jennifer and me did not hook up until the almost last month of our final school year. Our relationship did not last; but Cassie's and Claire's has stood the test of time. They're starting to talk mariage and adoption, though it's probably going to be a few more years before anything concrete comes out of those discussions.

Only ten minutes after Claire and Cassie have sat down in the living room, we hear the screeching of tires. Brad must be here. We look out the window and she Thomas is with him. Good. Hopefully Brad will be more careful with someone else with him.

Thomas is an athlete. He was my best friend in my first year of high school, and even though we lost touch for a while as he got into sports and I got into other activities, he has always been like a big brother. He has a twin sister too, Mary, who participated in our daring activities in high school and actually got her Brother involved with us. Mary has moved to Denver, and we hardly ever see her. She is married and has a kid. I don't even know the father. Thomas has taken it pretty hard. He protects me now, since he can no longer protect his younger sister.

In high school, despite his exceptional physical prowess and his nice physique, Thomas had problems getting dates. The reason was, he was a closeted homosexual. He prefers to think of himself as swinging both way, to use a sports metaphor, but I know he prefers men. I've tried to sway him in the past, and although he enjoys the stimulation from a women, he really gets into it when there's another man involved.

In fact, the closest I've ever been to being intimate with him was about a year ago, when we lived together in a rented-out decrepit flat. We shared a bed and got pretty frisky once or twice. I even game him a blow job once (I was not in any relationship at the time) and he seemed to enjoy it but he could not bring himself to fuck me. He said I was too much like his sister, which was just another way of saying he was not into me. He is still there, whenever I need him, like a few weeks back when that creep Jake blackmailed me. Jenn called him out of the blue and told him we need to set up Jake for a fall. He enjoyed the plan. Thomas is no longer shy about his homosexuality. The only reason he does not go public with it is because he is a boxer, and there is a chance he might lose contracts if it were known.

Brad is a different matter entirely. He's not too smart, sometimes utterly stupid. I can't believe we dated for several months in my last high school year. He was a friend of Cassie whom she had invited to our parties. He is not so much into daring as much into voyeurism. He likes to watch. Unfortunately for him, we don't allow passive participation. If he's in, he's in all the way. More often than not, he gets to see us all naked, but he returns the favor so it's cool.

He was my first serious boyfriend. While we were going out, he did not mind if I slept with other girls, but he was my exclusive male partner. No other male could touch me. It was a limitation that I accepted at the time, mainly because I was very much in love with him. We spent most of the year together and things seemed to be going great. Then, at the end of March, on our eigth month anniversary, he proposed to me. That's when I realized I would have to give up my daring and most of my activities. I said no and I broke off the relationship. He did not speak to me for a year.

Eventually, we made up, but our relationship has been sour ever since. He is still a good friend of Thomas, but sometimes I get the feeling he just comes along to complain about his life. Brad has become reckless in the last year, driving like a maniac and doing hard drugs. We have tried to help him overcome his problems, but Thomas says he does not want the help.

The gang is all here, so we gather into the living room and catch up on everyone's story. Cassie and Claire just came back from a trip to Florida, where they dared themselves to dance naked at a strip joint for amateur night. They got a pretty big tip, from what they say. Thomas has several fights planned before Christmas and invites us, saying he can get us VIP passes. Jenn talks about her work at the homeless shelter (but leaves the details of our current project out). I talk about my classes (but leave Jim out). Brad complains about his bills getting high, and the last ticket he got for speeding. Then he rants on about the price of living, and how his parents are cutting him off. Now, he has to find a job or sell his car. He's thinking of becoming a car salesman because he knows someone who does it and it pays extremely well. Barry finally interrupts him to give us details on his new job, and Bonnie tells us she is enjoying playing house but she wants to get a part-time job, maybe something to do with cosmetics.

It's about two PM and we decide it's time to start the games. The girls all get up, leaving the boys in the living room, and head for the bedroom, where all the stuff for the games has been sitting for the last few hours. I'm a little anxious at Brad's presence. He has not been to one of our activities since last December.

"What's wrong, Sarah? asks Bonnie.
"I don't know. Brad seems awfully bitchy.
"He's been like that for some time, Sarah."

Jenn's comment hits me like a hammer on the head. I feel partly responsible. I did break his heart.

Claire comes over to me and places her arms around my shoulders, talking in my ear.

"You can't blame yourself, it was over two years ago, and he's a big boy. He has to be mature enough to take responsibility for himself."

I hug her arms and thank her.

Jenn starts pulling out the various costumes. This will help us get in the mood.

"Okay. So who wants to the french maid, and who plays the nurse?"

This is going to be fun, I just know it!

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Barry, Thomas and Brad are setting up the living room for the game. This one is Bonnie's idea, and it's not something we've ever done before. It has something for everyone : costumes, dares, provocation, humiliation and possibly some sexual situations, if we get around to those. I don't know how comfortable I'll feel, especially since my last sexual encounter with Jenn, but I always like to test my limits, and this will be a good chance to see if I have to stop altogether or if I have some leeway left in my psyche.

As the girls get in costume, my mind wanders to Brad. I have not seen him in a while, partly my own fault, and his presence unnerves me somewhat. He has never gotten over the fact that I said no to his proposal towards the end of high school. I was only seventeen. I'm almost nineteen now (will be next January) and I sincerely don't feel like I can settle down yet. I still have so many things I want to try out, and I know Brad's not the one I can share these experiences with.

"Earth to Sarah! Get dressed!"

I realize the girls are already in uniform while I'm still naked in the room. I pick up the costume I was assigned. Bonnie picked it for me and somehow it feels appropriate. The girls watch me slip into the red suit. Feeling their gaze on me is highly stimulating.

Once we're done, Bonnie calls out to Barry. I hear him standing up, and hear the presentations.

"Our first contestant, gentleman, is none other than our beloved Claire!"

Claire steps out into the hall and heads to the living room.

"And she is sporting a sexy nurse outfit!"

Thomas and Brad cheer for her. I imagine her strutting about, shaking her ass and parading in front of them. It will be my turn soon.

"Next, we have Cassie, the eighth wonder of the world!"

Thomas and Brad's reaction is similar, as Cassie struts into view in a sexy business woman uniform, glasses and all.

"Please welcome our lovely Jennifer!"

Wearing a skimpy angel outfit complete with wings, Jennifer illicits a great reaction from the boys.

"I sense where this is going... from good to bad, it's Sarah!"

I breathe in and walk out. I'm accessorized. Red heels, red mini-skirt with matching red panties, a red corset that shows just the right amount of cleavage, a neckband and horns. I carry my pitchfork around. The guys holler at me and I like it. I stand beside the other four girls.

"Our final contestant, my lover and the greatest maid around, Bonnie!"

Our little show would not be complete without Bonnie sporting the traditional french maid outfit. Once Bonnie has made her entrance, the ambiance dumbs down a little.

"Okay, boys, I'll explain the rules of the game. Our five contestants here, nurse, businesswoman, angel, devil and maid are competing for the greatest prize of all, and you know what I'm talking about!"

Barry returns to his seated position on the sofa. All the boys are only wearing their tops and their underwear.

"Now, each guy will get to ask one girl truth or dare. If the girl chooses truth, she has to take off an item of clothing before answering the question. If she asks for dare and manages to perform it, the guy who asked the question exposes himself and yanks on his joystick for a minute. If she fails or refuses the dare, she loses an item of clothing. Whichever guy has not come at the end is the winner, and gets a prize from one of these lovely ladies. Everybody agreed on the rules?
"What about punishments? asks Brad.
"It's set up in the rules. If the girl fails, she strips.
"Fine, but can we add a punishment to that?
"Group?"

Silent consultation reveals that no one objects, so the punishment rule is also in.

"One final detail : you have to ask each girl in turn, and you can't get back to the same girl until you've spoken to all others. Got it?"

We're all set to go. Seating arrangements mean Thomas goes first. He looks at Jenn. She chooses truth.

"When was the last time you had sex?
"Well, a few weeks back, for old times sake, me and Sarah spent some time together. We did a 69, which was totally awesome, then she took me with my strap-on and made me come repeatedly. It was so good."

All the while, she's looking at me and I'm blushing. I don't know why I should be. I've never been before. She finishes her sentence then puts down her halo.

"Looks like I'm not as saintly anymore."

It's Brad's turn and he chooses Cassie. She chooses Dare.

"I want you to put three fingers in your pussy!"

Cassie is shocked.

"Damn, Brad! How about some foreplay first?
"That's my dare. Do it or lose it."

Cassie cringes. She removes her businesswoman glasses and sets them on the ground behind her, refusing the dare. Barry stares at Brad, somewhat unnerved.

"What? Fine, we'll do it slow from now. Sorry."

I can tell that Brad does not really mean it but I say nothing. Barry hurries to select Claire, so we can get in the mood. Claire asks for truth. Putting her sthetoscope down, she listens to Barry's question.

"Would you let Cassie videotape the two of you having sex?
"Absolutely. We have three or four such tapes at home already!
"Really. When can we see them?
"Sorry, dear, that's another question."

It's Thomas' turn again. He turns to me. I have to say dare because I know what truth he wants me to tell, and I can't lie to my friends. I have never lied even once (even though I have bent the truth once in a while). Thomas smiles :

"Rub against your pitchfork like it were a pole for dancing."

I comply. The fabric on my red panties is very thin, and I feel the stick as it slightly parts my lips as I perform my dance. I finish my movements.

Thomas sticks his manhood out and starts rubbing his hand up and down, staring at it the entire thirty seconds. Barry calls it off. Thomas leaves it exposed. I'm not the only to stare.

Brad picks Bonnie, since she's the last one taken. She chooses truth.

"Who has the bigger dick of all three guys here?
"I don't know. Can I see?"

Brad and Barry are only happy to oblige.

"Well, right now, Thomas, but he's got an edge on you. I'd say it's a close call. Can I answer later?
"Sure."

Brad grins. As Bonnie drops her apron, all the guys decide to drop their underwear. We watch them strip before getting back to the game. Brad picks me. I choose truth because I want to strip as well.

"Who's Jim?"

I look around at Jennifer, then Thomas. Who told him about Jim? Luckily, I can remain elusive, since the question is so vague.

"He's my T.A. in grammar class."

I hear oohs and aahs from my friends. Someone has definetely been talking. It has to be Jenn. I'll get my revenge later. I drop my mini-skirt.

Thomas picks Bonnie. She chooses dare.

"Give me your best imitation of a blow job.
"What do I use?
"Anything you want."

Bonnie picks Cassie's hand and starts sucking on her thumb, letting her lips and tongue glide across it. Barry starts the timer as Thomas jerks himself off to the sight. Time elapses, and everyone stops.

Brad selects Jennifer. She chooses dare.

"I want you to kiss each girl in turn, while caressing their breasts."

Jennifer is more than happy to comply. She starts with Bonnie. The sight of their lips touching is so erotic. She moves on to Cassie, then to Claire, taking her time to enjoy the kiss. When she gets to me, our lips meet, and I want her again. When our lips part, I try to steal a passing kiss. The guys are definitely turned on by our display of affection, and Brad is pulling on himself real hard. Fortunately for him, his time runs out.

Barry chooses Cassie. She asks for truth.

"If you could have sex with anyone in the room other than Claire, without consequence to your relationship, who would it be and why?"

Cassie opens her business jacket and drops it to the ground, revealing a very transparent white blouse. We see the outline of her black bra.

"I think it would you, Barry. From what Bonnie tells us, you're one sweet ride! I'd even let Bonnie join in, if she wanted."

I look at Barry and I have to agree with Cassie. His is the only one I haven't tried out in any fashion. I remember my old crush on him and get sentimental at the fact that I could have enjoyed it before he and Bonnie hooked up. Still, no use dwelling in the past. Besides, no one knows what the future can bring.

Thomas then picks Claire, who selects truth as well.

"Have you ever had sex with more than one person in one day?"

Claire smiles, as she unzips her skirt and reveals white see-through underwear.

"You already know the answer to that one, bad boy!"

Cassie looks intrigued.

"I've never told you this, love, but it was before I met you. I'd been invited to a birthday party for Thomas and his sister Mary. She had invited some of her friends over... Kate, Pauline, that girl who didn't bathe... Judy. There was no adult supervision so were letting loose on the alcohol. We were all pretty drunk. Kate dared me to lick her pussy, so I started muching on her. I was into it when I feel this sensation behind me, entering me. I was Mary, with a strap-on. They actually took turns riding me, even Thomas here.
"Wow. Thomas, you fucked Claire?"

Brad's interruption almost breaks the mood, but Thomas recovers.

"With the strap-on, yeah.
"Wait. How does a guy put on a strap-on? No wait. I don't want to know.
"Anyway, continues Claire, they're on me and I'm sucking on Thomas. All of a sudden, he can't control it anymore and I get... well.. sprayed. Kind of ruined the mood for me that time.
"So you're saying Mary, and Kate, and Pauline... and Judy? All in the same night? And Thomas?
"Yeah. It was two years before I meet, love."

Cassie seems shocked. For a moment, Claire looks her with concern. Then Cassie laughs.

"It's all right, you big silly!"

They kiss. Everyone feels better.

"My turn, says Brad."

He picks me. I swallow hard. I decide to go for truth. Somehow, I still don't trust Brad enough for a dare. As I undo the corset, Brad comes up with his question.

"Describe to me your ideal man."

Damn! I knew this would get personal with him. I keep my calm.

"I guess the ideal partner, for me, is first of all someone who is not afraid to take chances. I also need someone smart and intelligent, able to challenge me if he thinks I'm wrong. I need someone who will give me the freedom I need to play around with my limitations, and who will play along with me.
"And physically?
"I'm not really that picky. He has to be able to take care of himself, but as long as he fits the other criteria, I'd hook up and see what happened."

There is some tension, which Barry dispels when he calls upon Bonnie. She chooses dare, as everyone knew she would. Before Barry can speak, she turns to Brad.

"Definitely Thomas.
"What?
"Thomas has the bigger dick. Sorry, honey.
"No offense taken. He does have the bigger dick. But enough about that. Drop your underwear, sit down, spread your legs and show us the goods! Then, rub yourself until you're next called upon."

Bonnie proceeds to the task without hesitation. Everyone gets turned on at the sight. Barry yanks at himself as if his life depended on it, while Bonnie looks at him. We forget to set the timer so we approximate thirty seconds. Bonnie is still rubbing herself as we return to Thomas. His only choice left is Cassie. She selects truth.

"Describe how it feels when Claire is making love to you?
"Oh, that's a tough one. It starts with caresses, a lot of caresses and kisses. She kisses me everywhere. It doesn't usually take long that her head is between my legs, and she doesn't stop until I've had a complete orgasm, before moving on to other stuff.
"Describe her movements.
"It's hard to do. There's just so much going on, with the lips and tongue and fingers, toys once in a while. There's no routine, she keeps switching gears and it drives me wild.
"And then?
"Then, it's usually my turn, although sometimes I do it first. We like to take turns. We don't often do it simultaneously, it's sort of distracting. We don't stop until we're sure both of us have had our orgasm."

Through Cassie's discourse, I hear Bonnie panting. She's listening to the story as she keeps rubbing herself.

Brad chooses Claire. She selects dare also.

"Can I ask for a group dare?
"No. But you can get someone to do something to Claire, or vice versa.
"Fine. Claire, if that's within your limits, I want you to lick Sarah's pussy."

He's still after me. I'd almost be mad if I wasn't so turned on. I remember the promise I made to myself after my last encounter with Jenn. Claire looks at Cassie, who gives her the go-ahead, then she looks at me to see if I'm okay with this. At my current level of stimulation, I'll have an almost instantaneous orgasm. Brad's presence intimidates me. I decline.

"Fine. Both of you strip then.
"She wasn't called out, says Claire, I was.
"It's all right Claire, I don't mind."

I drop my panties, exposing myself to all. Claire drops her nurse's blouse, revealing a white lacy bra underneath. I see Brad staring at my crotch and I can't help but stare at his. I remember our months together. I'm beginning to feel an urge building up inside. Barry is inaccessible and Thomas won't do it. I don't want to have to resort to Brad.

Barry finally picks Jennifer, completing our circle. She takes a dare.

"I want you to make out with Bonnie while she keeps doing what she's doing."

Jennifer smiles, goes over to Bonnie's side and starts kissing her slowly, then more passionately, running her hand across Bonnie's arm, then her legs. Bonnie can't take it anymore. She makes out with Jenn for a short while, then pushes her off long enough to speak.

"Stick it in."

We all stop. She stares up at Barry.

"Stick it in, now!
"Here?
"Yes. Do me!"

Barry looks at us. We're all giving him the green light. He kneels in front of Bonnie and positions himself so we can see everything. As I see it disappearing inside Bonnie, I can almost feel it entering me. I feel faint. Before I can collapse, Thomas is holding me up. His manhood brushes by my leg and I instinctively grab it with one hand.

"Easy, Sarah."

My eyes are on Bonnie, Barry and Jennifer. Bonnie's face has disappeared behind Jennifer's body in her angel guise. All I actually see is her lower portion, with Barry sliding in and out of her. My hand is swaying on Thomas with the same rhythm. He does nothing to stop me.

Jennifer has moved away. We see Bonnie's face riddled with pleasure as she finally achieves orgasm. This triggers Barry's own response and he releases into her.

Suddenly, I hear another gasp and I feel something wet on my thigh. I look at Thomas, but I'm still rubbing it. My gaze turns to Brad, who is slowly easing himself back to normal. I feel disgusted. Claire must realize what's going on because she immediately runs to get something to clean it up. Thomas makes no apologies, although I'm not really expecting one.

Barry kisses Bonnie, then gets back up.

"Well, I'm done for now.
"Apparently, so is Brad, says Jennifer."

Brad looks distraught. He did not mind, so long as the attention was not on him. I smile and turn to Thomas.

"Looks like you're the winner, Tom!"

He winks at me, then at the others.

"Can I claim my prize, now?"

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"Well, it was fun, but I gotta run."

We all look at Brad. He is picking up his briefs from the floor. Thomas turns to him.

"And where do you think you're going?"

Thomas moves away from me.

"You're my lift.
"You can get a taxi, or take the bus.
"Brad, of all the selfish..."

We're all a little taken aback. Thomas is preventing Brad from putting his underwear back on, but we don't know how long he will hold him back.

"You're not a team player, says Cassie.
"Yeah... you only came for the show, Claire interjects. Well we want a show too.
"Hey! don't gang up on me, that's not fair."

I think Thomas is remembering what happened the last time he tried to pull something like that on us.

"I think he needs to be punished! says Thomas."

Before anything else can happen, Brad yields.

"Fine! I'll stay for Thomas' prize, but then I gotta go. Seriously!
"Just to be on the safe side, we should tie him up."

Everybody likes my suggestion. Thomas picks Brad up. For a moment, he tries to resist, but realizes we are going to outnumber him. Cassie gets a chair from the kitchen and brings it here; Thomas sits Brad on the chair. Using our shoelaces, we tie his hands behind his back and his feet to the legs, after pulling off his t-shirt so he's naked.

"Very funny.
"We should gag his mouth too."

I'm deriving pleasure from this. Despite his objections, I know Brad is also turned on. We all do. If he truly did not want, he'd tell us. He'll appreciate the irony so I take my red panties and stuff them in his mouth, before we wrap something around his face.

"Can you breathe? asks Jennifer."

He nods that he can, squirms a little so we see he can't get away. This is better than the alternative for him. Sometimes, I think he likes beind bound.

Bonnie has recovered from her experience and is looking at us.

"ooh... a prisoner. What do we wo with him?
"For the moment, nothing, answers Thomas. I still have to claim my prize."

We all look at Tom and wonder what he has in mind.

"Bonnie, get me your razor and shaving cream."

Bonnie hops into the bathroom and returns with the material.

"We're going to give ol' Bradley a shave!"

Everyone knows where this is going, even Brad. If he minds, he doesn't say anything.

"Brad, this is your punishment for trying to bail out on us."

Thomas applies the shaving cream. He's done this before, and he's extra careful, while Brad is mindful not to move. Before long, Brad is all smooth down there. Thomas places his hand on it, and starts pulling up and down. Brad feigns resistance, but we know he doesn't mind from past experiences.

"And now, for my prize, I want one of you guys to work me until I'm good and done."

Barry instinctively steps forward, but I intervene.

"I want to do it."

Everybody is surprised. Thomas is the first to speak.

"What about your Jim?
"Screw him, for now. He's not here, and I'm not even going steady."

If I can't feel it in me, I want to at least feel it. Thomas is already kneeling in front of Brad, so he lifts himself up so I can glide underneath him. I unhook my bra so I can start working on him with my breasts. Tilting my head back, I see Brad's manhood disappear into Thomas' mouth. I do the same and start sucking.

All of a sudden, I feel hands on my hips, pulling them apart, and a tongue against my sex. From my vantage point, I can't see who it is so I stop what I'm doing and look around Thomas. Claire's head has disappeared between my legs. I also see Cassie moving into position behind Claire, and Jennifer waiting at the end of the line to join up. Barry and Bonnie have just sat down on the couch and are fondling each other. I get back to my own work on Thomas. It's been some time since we've done anything like this. Claire is really good at what she does, and I'm already hot and heavy from all the previous rounds of games, so the release builds up fast. Claire stops just short of the mark and Cassie takes her place. This is much more than I anticipated. I wonder if Jennifer will join in : after all, she technically still owes from that night we spent together. I'm almost hoping she does.

I recognize Thomas's tell-tale signs that he's about to come, so I pull him out of my mouth and slide him between my breasts. I am myself in the throes of ecstasy when he gets his release. It sprays on my neck and chin, and slides into my hair. I'll take a shower after. I focus on Cassie, working on me, and the orgasm is instantaneous. I'm so engrossed in what's being done to me I don't immediately notice that Thomas has pulled back from Brad, and tha Brad has just released into the air. It falls to the ground, landing on my chest and face. My mouth is wide open so some of it falls in, and I almost cough, but Cassie keeps me going for a few moments longer.

As Thomas and Cassie finally pull away, I roll over to my side and gag. I'm covered in it, with Brad's taste in my mouth. Jennifer helps me get up and drags me to the bathroom, where I wash my mouth. Jenn places a hand on my chest, spreading the sticky substance.

"Fuck me, Jenn.
"Excuse me?
"Get your strap-on and fuck me. I want to feel something inside, now!"

I'm rarely direct.

"Does it have to be me?
"No. But not Brad or one of the guys.
"Can the others watch?
"Don't care... just do it."

As Jenn leaves the room, I enter into the shower and start pouring water over my body, closing my eyes in the process. After some time, I feel a presence stepping into the shower with me, and then a rubbing sensation against my sex. I lift one leg to the side and bend over slightly. I feel it entering me. I almost scream. I feel ample breasts against my back and my mind identifies whoever is taking me from behind. I feel blessed.

"Is... Barry here?"

I manage to squeeze the words. Bonnie answers from behind me.

"He is. What can he do for you?
"I want to jerk him off."

Bonnie's hand reaches for mine, and places it on Barry's sex. I start to yank on it. From this position, I can't suck on it, but maybe it's better like that. I realize I've been holding back on my sexual needs in the past few months, and now, I'm overcompensating. But I stop thinking as Bonnie works her magic on me. The pleasure I'm deriving is intense, moreso than before. I imagine Jim is here behind me, taking me in. Then it's Bonnie again. Then Jennifer. Even Brad.

"I... want to suck it!"

At first, Barry and Bonnie misunderstand my intention, as Barry's member touches my lips.

"No... yours Bonnie."

She pulls out. I spin around and place it deep within my mouth. With one hand, I jerk on Barry. With the other, I find Bonnie's sweet spot under the apparatus and start working. I slip on the slippery surface and fall on my ass. I laugh.

"Are you okay?"

I stand up as best I can, with Bonnie and Barry helping me. Now, facing her, I raise myself so I can slide onto her. I lean over and kiss Barry, then forward and kiss Bonnie. I start riding myself up and down. Barry steps into the shower to support Bonnie, who is having a hard time keeping me up. I ride her until my legs are sore, then ride her some more. When I finally climax, I feel myself squirt all over the device.

It takes me a full minute to calm myself down and pull myself off. Barry and Bonnie are amazed at my performance, and I must admit to some degree of amazement myself. It's definitely been a while since I've done anything this crazy sexually with them. They seemed to enjoy. I know I did. I then notice there is nobody else in the room. We are alone. I'm glad it was private. I'm glad Brad wasn't there, though he probably heard my screams.

"Damn girl! How long have you been holding back?
"Too long, Bonnie. Too damn long."

I kiss her passionately, thanking her for her efforts.

"I was just along for the ride. You were driving!"

I smile. I was wrong to hold back before. I need this. I'm a sexual person. I've been letting images of Jim hold me back. If I went to meet him in this state, he would not experience the real me. I need to get back in touch with the Sarah of yore, the Sarah who is unafraid of anything.

We get out of the shower and the bathroom. I see Brad is dressed up and ready to leave. He looks at me quizzically, not entirely what happened in the bathroom. Good.

"I don't mean to be a party pooper, but I really gotta run. Sorry about before. I know I can be a pain sometimes."

Thomas smiles at him.

"Just don't go making a habit of it."

Brad leaves without hugs and kisses. We hear his car careeling out of the driveway.

"Well, that's one down. What do we do now? asks Jennifer.
"Who says we have to stop?
"I'm spent."

Bonnie smiles at me.

"I'll say. Want to eat something?
"Definitely."

As we head to the kitchen, retrieving our clothes on the way, Thomas leans towards me.

"When are you gonna tell the others about Jim?
"I already told them.
"I mean, the whole story."

I pause. I guess I should tell them, if only to explain my earlier display. The thing is, I don't know how they'll react. I'm actually a bit scared that they might want to join in on Jennifer's plan. I really don't want these things to backfire.

I'm still pondering the question when we hit the kitchen.

[interesting]

Much later, after supper, we're all back in our regular clothes and sitting around the kitchen table. I know my friends are all eager for me to tell my story, but somehow I can't get around to it. Barry is putting the dishes away and Bonnie is helping him. Jennifer is holding my hand under the table, while Thomas is chatting away with Cassie and Claire, retelling the story of Claire's group sex adventure at Mary's birthday party, adding spice and flavor to the event. Jennifer leans towards me and whispers in my ear.

"What's wrong?
"I don't know. This situation is dragging me down, I'm still seven weeks away from being able to tell Jim how I feel. Things got out of hand here... I mean, I sucked Tom, for crying out loud, and I let Bonnie fuck me!
"You enjoyed it.
"I did. That's not the point. The point is, how am I going to have a relationship with anyone if I can't stay faithful?"

Jennifer turns my head towards her and looks me in the eye.

"Sarah, you like sex. You like sexual situations with other people.
"But...
"So far, I've only known you one limit. You know it, I know it. Well, maybe two...
"What if Jim can't handle me, my lifestyle?
"Then he's not the right for you. You see, that's the problem. We won't know until you go out with him, so you're left with all this free time to think of him, create an illusion and fall in love with it.
"Should I talk to him?
"I don't know. I don't think so."

Bonnie sits down beside us.

"What's going on?"

Jenn wants to talk, but I motion her to be quiet.

"Dammit, Sarah!"

Jenn rises and walks over to the living room. Her movement draws the attention of everyone towards me. I like being the centre of attention, but this time it's different. Thomas is the first to speak.

"Sarah, we've gotta get this out of your system.
"It is out.
"I thought so too, but it's eating you up."

Tom stands up and grabs me by the hand. He puts on me on his shoulder effortlessly.

"Tom, what are you doing?
"Can I use your bedroom?
"Sure, says Barry. Can we come?
"By all means.
"Tom, tell me what you are doing?
"Therapy. Jenn, get the rope."

I try to resist but Thomas is so much stronger. I'm a rag doll in his arms. He carries me to the bedroom, drops me on the bed and stands to block my path.

"Two ways we can do this. You strip or I tear your clothes off."

I'm bewildered. I actually believe he might do it. As I start undressing, Jenn and Bonnie arrive behind him. Jenn hands him the rope.

"You need cuffs? she asks.
"No thanks."

I have no idea what Thomas has in store for me and I'm a bit scared. At the same time, I trust him too much not to go along. I know he won't force himself unto me, for several reasons, and I know the same for the others, but at the same time, he can probably do much worse. Still, I obey. Pretty soon, I'm naked, sitting on the bed.

"Lie down and spread."

I comply. I've done bondage before, but I really think that Tom has another idea up his sleeve here. He ties me up to the four posts, stretched but not so that it hurts, only so I can't get out.

"Now you stay here until we get back!"

He closes the door behind him as he leaves, shutting the light as well. It's dark, I'm naked, tied to Barry and Bonnie's bed, about to be subjected to some kind of torture. I think I hear talking from the other room. I try to make out words but they're too far. I give up listening and concentrate on my situation. I'm slightly aroused and I hope I don't have to wait too long. I start to wonder what all this has to do with Jim. Eventually, I no longer hear the voices. What's going on? What are they doing?

The creeping silence envelops me and my mind drifts. There are so many possibilities crawling inside my mind, I can't anticipate anything. We've done so much over the years...

The door opens. I have no idea how much time has elapsed, but not more than twenty or so minutes. They don't open the light and they file in, closing the door between them. I notice they're all naked, but some of them are carrying things in their hands. The only thing I can really make out is the lit candle, which Bonnie is holding, and the jar in her other hand. Cassie and Claire go the left side of the bed, while Bonnie and Barry go to the right. Jennifer and Thomas post themselves at the end. I say nothing. I'm starting to piece the puzzle pieces together, but Thomas finally speaks.

"Sarah, you're torturing yourself, and you know that's not right. If anyone is going to torture you, it will be us."

My mind comes to understand Thomas' plan. I tremble at the prospect, both scared and excited.

"Your friends here have eight gifts for you, but in order to enjoy them, you'll have to answer truthfully their questions. Being privy to your secret, Jenn and I will be the arbiters of this interrogation. You must choose between pain and pleasure, and then you must choose your torturer. Once we're satisfied that you've told us the truth, we may release you."

In the darkness, I can merely shape out their figures. I'm anticipating the difficulties here, but in a way, I'm glad Thomas is forcing me to speak out in the open to my friends, and in a way where I can save face. I don't exactly understand why that's important to me, but I appreciate it. Jenn speaks.

"Choose pain or pleasure, then choose a torturer."

Since I already see what's in Bonnie's hands, I choose pain and select her.

"Sarah, you will tell me everything you know about the man named Jim, your T.A."

Where to begin. I start recounting the first day of class, his personal information, some of my conversations with him and our combined observations on his behavior and whereabouts. I describe his physical appearance and gait. I try to be as thorough as possible.

Jenn obviously finds my answers satisfactory because I see Bonnie bring the candle over my form. She lets wax fall, first on my stomach, then moving up to between my breasts. The pain makes me cringe, but it also stimulates my skin. I feel the wax cool down and coalesce, still hot and difficult to bear. I clench my teeth. Jenn then asks me to select again. I realize Bonnie is holding something in the jar to cool the heat, but I want to endure it some more so I choose pain again, this time from Barry. I see him moving into the light. He is holding two flacons and directs them to my mouth. Something to drink, perhaps? I hope it's not urine. I've had my share of that over the years. They know my limits. I know they won't go there. But anything else goes.

"Sarah, tell us your most erotic fantasy about Jim?"

That one feels personal, and I don't know how Jenn and Thomas will tell if I'm telling the truth. I've told some of them to Jenn, but my most precious one is still intact in its vault. Is it the most erotic? Probably not, but I realize I want to tell it.

"I'm this forest creature, living in a lake. I find a wounded soldier. It's Jim. I kiss him so he can breathe underwater, and take him into my undersea home. I strip him and bandage his wounds. He takes a long time to recover, and in his dreams, he speaks of a woman, somewhere out there, waiting for him. I realize I must find a way to reunite them, so I sleep with him in his delirium - he thinks he's with his woman. Then I use my magic to turn into him and venture out into the world. I eventually find this woman, pretending to be him, and offer her the body one last time before the earth can claim it. In his body, I make love to her, absorbing her into me, becoming her. Then I return just as he awakes, and he finds his lover underneath the sea with him. I reunite and bond with their love, and we are one."

The others are surprised by the story. I wonder what they will make of it.

"Open your mouth."

I do and extend my tongue. Barry lets a few drops fall on it. Vinegar. I pull back from the sensation instinctively. Barry drops a few more drops in my mouth, then goes back to his position. Two down, six to go. I don't wait for Jenn this time. I choose pain and Claire. As she gets nearer, I see a metal brush in one hand and a piece of cloth in the other.

"How long has it been since you've had a man inside you?"

I can't answer that one, because I don't know the exact date. I know she's not talking about blow jobs. It has to be my last boyfriend. Over a year ago. Has it been that long? No wonder I'm getting desperate. Even Brad's was appealing to me earlier. I provide a satisfactory answer.

Claire runs the brush past my inner thigh. The metal tips tear slightly into my flesh but do not draw blood. I hold back any screams. She does this for both my thighs before pulling back. As I agonize, Jenn calls out for my next choice. It's obviously pain and Cassie. I notice a wooden ruler in one hand and a feather in the other. I anticipate the pain on this one.

"If you could tell Jim what you feel right now, what would you say?"

Another tough question. I visualize Jim in the room, standing where Thomas is.

"Jim, I want you. I want you to love me, I want you to fuck me. I want you to make me scream so much we wake up the neighbors and the police comes knocking. You're driving me crazy with the distance, and I can't stand it anymore."

I realize tears are rolling down the side of my face, but no one does anything about it.

"I fantasize about you all the time, and when you're near, your voice is hypnotic. I'd do anything you ask, anything. I know it doesn't make sense but I want you to play with me, play my games, I want you part of my life. It doesn't feel so good when you're not in it."

Suddenly, the ruler comes down on my sex. I scream in pain. Cassie strikes at my midriff once, then on my breasts. Then she stops. I can feel the pain resonating against my flesh. The tears are flowing now, both from the pain and the emotion. Tied up on the bed, there is nowhere to go, nothing to do but let the accumulated tension out. I needed this as bad as I needed to be taken this afternoon. Eventually, my eyes dry up and I stop convulsing. I remain silent, unaware of my friends' presence until Jenn speaks.

"All that's left is pleasure, then. Choose."

Cassie. Her feather is inviting.

"Sarah, if we wanted to help you out with Jim, would you let us?"

The question is more of a demand. I feel guilty for not including my friends in my adventures before this. I should have trusted them more. I guess I wanted to keep Jim all to myself, but in our kind of frienship, we learn to share everything. I needed Thomas' intervention to help me sort this out. I'll have to find some way of thanking him later. I'd blow him again, but I think once is enough for him. I'll just have to be more imaginative.

"Yes. I'd let you help, but there would be conditions. Like, he can't see you at all. Everything has to remain under the radar. And he can't know about our games beforehand. And I'd want to know everything you do."

The feather brushes against my skin, first my lips, then my neck, and slowly down my body. It tickles and stimulates at the same time. Cassie spends some time feathering my nipples, then down my stomach, running along the now coalesced wax. She feathers my sex and I squirm. She pulls away. I get to choose again. Claire is the next logical choice.

She lays the cloth over my body. It is made of silk, soft to the touch.

"Sarah, would you allow us to play with Jim, should be be open to such activities?"

I realize Cassie's questions implied the actual investigation of Jim and not the subsequent games. With Claire's, I have to consider this notion, but I immediately become aware that my friendship with these people depends on the games we play, and if I'm to have Jim into my life, I'd have to accept it. I answer yes, without restrictions, as long as he sets his own limits and they work within the group.

Claire slowly slides the cloth against my body. Like the feather, it stimulates my nerve endings, but over a broader surface. The sensation is delectable.

My next choice is Bonnie. She has set the candle besides the bed and brings a pitcher over my body. It is filled with clear liquid.

"Why are you afraid of the homeless?"

I am fuming! I tilt my head towards Jennifer. This was supposed to be about Jim.

"Undo these ropes!"

The tone of my voice takes all my friends by surprise, Jennifer the most. Thomas holds his ground.

"The game is not over, Sarah.
"It is for me. If you value your manhood, you'll untie me."

Barry goes towards me but Thomas holds him back.

"I'll untie you, if you agree to tell us the story."

I stare at him in the darkness. I hope he can see my eyes.

"Look, Sarah, you've been dragging this for years now. You've always refused to let it out and it's holding you back, it's hurting you.
"I don't want to think about it!
"Well, you have to, sooner or later."

He turns on the light. I see their faces. The others are scared. Only Thomas remains unafraid.

"I love you, Sarah, you were my best friend in high school, and it pains me to do this to you. Let it out, once and for all. I Know you can."

He is smiling at me. I'm trying to be mad and he is smiling at me.

"Okay! okay... fine... I'll tell you what happened. I'll tell you everything."

True to his word, Thomas starts untying me. The others help, unsure of what to make of my reaction. Jennifer is particularly anxious. I look at Thomas. I want to hate him but he's almost my big brother. In my mind, I don't owe him anything anymore. But I still have to pay up. I have to tell him - no, them - how I almost died when I did my first dare, four years ago.

[interesting]

It was four years ago. I was barely fourteen, in my second year of high school. I was young, naive, unwise in the ways of daring. Everything was new to me. I was discovering my body as a woman, I was experimenting with games and stimulation with my boyfriend at the time, Rick. We'd meet two weeks prior to the incident and hadn't gone very far in our relationship. My life was going to change, but the transition would be one of the most painful and possibly destructive I would ever have to deal with.

Rick had invited me over to his house so we could hang out and experiment a little. He had about as much experience as I did in matters of sexuality, so we were learning at our own pace. Rick had a big brother, two years his senior, named Mick. He would be the architect of my transformation.

Mick had many girlfriends at the time. Rick had often wondered how his brother managed such a feat, to get so many girls interested in him. That night, Rick told me that one of his brother's girlfriends was coming in and we decided we'd watch them go at it, if only to see it live. I was naive and I wanted to please my boyfriend, so I agreed. We hid into Mick's closet in his room. We could see through the vents. Eventually, Mick came in with a girl, Jody he called her. There was little exchange in terms of words. She knelt before him and started to unbuckle his belt, then lowered his zip and she took it out. I had never seen one before live, not even Rick's (we hadn't gone that far yet). She put it in her mouth and started sucking on it. We could only stare from our vantage point, but Rick was groping my ass. After a while, Jody spun around, lowered her underwear and raised her skirt, exposing her bare bottom to us. Mick dug his head in between her legs, and although we could hardly see anything, we could feel their tension rising along with our own.

Suddenly, Mick got up from his position, his dick still hanging out and he raced to the closet and opened it. We were caught. Instinctively, Jody jumped from the bed and closed the door to Mick's room. We were stuck.

"Rick, what the fuck are you doing? Mick asks.
"Uh... nothing."

Mick grabbed Rick by the neck and threw him onto the bed with one swoop. Jody had come towards me and seized my wrist. I squirmed, but she was stronger than me.

"Who's he?
"My kid brother and his girlfriend. I think they wanted a show!"

Jody laughs.

"That's almost a turn-on.
"I'll say!"

She drags me towards the bed and forced me to kneel down beside it. I'm terrified at the consequences. All the while, I'm staring at Mick's crotch. He notices - how can he not?

"What's this, Rick? You haven't educated your girl on this?"

He grabs it by the hand. He turns to Jody, and they have some sort of unspoken understanding.

"I won't tell our parents, or (speaking to me) yours, if you play a little game with us. You like my brother, don't you?
"I do.
"Good... it's about time you two got acquainted. I want you both to strip."

We both freeze.

"Come on, we don't have all night!"

Mick is twice his brothers size. I've never been naked in front of man before, let alone two. Mick goes over to Rick, and I miss their conversation because Jody gets me up.

"Come on... what's your name?
"Sarah.
"It'll be fun, Sarah, I promise. We're gonna play a game, all four of us. You're lucky Mick's in a good mood. Just play along, everything will be fine and you'll have fun."

I see both Rick and Mick start stripping. Jody smiles. I feel more confident with her, yet I can't bring myself to do it. She sees me hesitate, so she helps me strip. She pulls on my shirt and takes it off. I'm wearing a sports bra. She then unzips my pants and starts pulling them off, removing my socks along with them. She turns me around so I'm facing in the brothers' direction. They are both fully naked, and I see their erections. Jody whispers in my ear.

"See? Doesn't that turn you on?

I have to admit it. Jody starts to pull on my bra, but I resist this time. She goes for my bottom, and somehow, it's less intimidating. As she is pulling them off, she looks at my crotch.

"My oh my... we have a naughty girl here."

She plants a kiss there. I move back. The brothers stare at it too. Jody turns to Rick.

"How do you want to do it?
"So, here's the deal. Jody and I were planning an intimate encounter, if you know what I mean, and you sort of broke the mood. So you're going to help us get back into it. Sarah, lie down on the bed. You can keep your top for now."

I see Jody is also stripping. Her figure is full and enticing. I'm utterly jealous.

"Now, bro, I want you to pay attention at what's going to happen and try to learn something."

Jody is naked now, and she climbs on the bed, on top of me. She presses her body against mine and I'm intimidated by her presence. She whispers in my ear, telling me to calm down, that she's only going to teach me a thing or two about being a woman. She then tells me she's going to give me some orders, and she wants me to follow them to the letter. She insists that if I let Mick show me he might not be as gentle.

Jody places her breasts in my face.

"I want you to cup them, and then, I want you to kiss them."

At first, I'm hesitant. She grabs one hand and places it on her ample breast. The other simply follows. She moves about, pressing them on my lips. The kisses are simply the flesh rubbing against my mouth, until I suddenly get a nipple in my mouth. I close my mouth on it and start suckling, like a baby. I hear a low moan from Jody. She seems to be enjoying this. I go to the other and repeat the experience. Wow! Jody pulls back from me.

"Now, I want you to kiss me."

She leans forward. I've kissed other girls before. She places her mouth on mine, and her tongue slides into mine, and then we meet. The kiss is passionate, not like those fleeting kisses we used to exchange during spin the bottle. I feel moist down there, possibly for the first time. Mick's voice snaps me out of my reverie.

"Hey Jody, you should see this."

Jody gets up. I notice both Rick and Mick have moved to the edge of the bed and are staring at my crotch. I try to close my legs, but Jody prevents me.

"Don't do that. It's beautiful."

She slides a finger against it. I'm so wet. She pulls the finger to her mouth and taste it. How can she do that?

"What does it taste like?
"Have a go, Mick."

His finger nears my crotch, and he does the same as Jody, inviting Rick to do it as well. I shiver every time I'm touched. Rick tastes it but doesn't seem to like it.

"Don't worry, bro, you get used to it after a while."

Jody has turned her attention towards me.

"I want to see your breasts, Sarah."

After some hesitation, I pull the sports bra off. Jody rewards me with cupping my breasts, kneading them then licking and suckling the nipples. They turn hard. I'm panting. Jody looks at Rick, who gives her the go-ahead. He turns to his brother and I hear :

"Now don't go jacking off to this."

Jody crawls up to my face.

"I'm going to do something to you, and then, I want you to do it to me. Okay?
"uh-huh."

She smiles at me, then places a hand on my crotch and starts rubbing. Now I've done this to myself before, and I've even let Rick do it to me once, but to have this gorgeous woman do it to me is unbelievable. I should be frightened but I'm ecstatic. I kiss her.

"I think she likes it."

Jody moves down on my body, placing her head between my legs. Her lips touch mine down there, and she slighly parts them. I forget about the brothers' presence in the room for a while and focus solely on Jody's tongue, working its magic on me. Mick's voice brings me back to reality.

"Go ahead, she won't mind."

I wonder what's going on. I feel Jody stop for a moment, so I look up. Rick is standing behind her. Oh my God! My boyfriend is entering Jody from behind. Before I can dwell on it further, Jody starts again on me, and it does not take long for me to have an orgasm. I hear Rick grunting and I imagine it's the same for him. I'm both excited and disappointed. I wanted to be his first.

Jody gets up and says something to Mick. He seems disappointed, but agrees to whatever she is demanding. Rick has backed in the corner of the room, exhausted. Jody returns to me, helps me get up.

"Now it's your turn."

She lies down on the bed and I know what I have to do. I want to do it but something is holding me back. I place my hand on her crotch, where Rick, my boyfriend was, a few moments ago. I start playing with her. My gaze wanders to Mick. I'm wondering if I'll have to let him fuck me, now. I stare at his crotch. It's so big. He seems to understand my concern.

"I'm not gonna stick it in, if that's what you're asking."

Somehow, I feel relieved. I go back to working on Judy. Apparently I'm good at this because she is trembling.

"With your mouth. Eat me with your mouth."

I've never done this before. I place my lips against her sex, and start licking. The taste is strange, not unpleasant but definetely unfamiliar. I feel her breathing getting faster, and I want to please her. I want to thank her for before.

As I'm working on her, I suddenly feel something against my sex. I look between my legs and see Rick's face, smothered in my crotch. I try to pull away, but he grabs me by the hips and holds me in place. Jody grabs my hair and pulls me back in. I'm being pinned down, unable to do anything but perform. Any resistance I may have subside and the experience drives my body to new highs. I feel fingers inside me now, going deeper than I've ever done to myself. My orgasm is muffled by the fact that I'm deep between Jody's legs. I collapse from exhaustion, barely able to breathe. Rick releases me and Jody moves. I remain there, motionless, stimulated like never before. Suddenly, I feel hands on my buttocks and something pressing itself against my sex, entering me. Oh God! How much more can I take?

I manage to look around. It's Rick. He's mounting me from behind. I look beside me, see Mick lying down on his back, while Jody goes to work on his manhood, putting it into her mouth and sucking it. All the while, Rick is pounding me. Jody pulls up from her perch, grabs me by the hair and I'm drawn towards Mick's swollen member. Jody has me kiss it, then slides it into my mouth. We then alternate between sucking him, licking it and kissing each other. I feel Rick behind me, then suddenly remember a few details.

"Oh God! Rick. Don't come into me."

I don't want to have a baby! He pulls out and remains there, somewhat confused. Jody drags him to the bed, lays him on his back. I start sucking on Rick, while Jody returns to Mick. I don't mind the taste so much this time, and I'm definitely into it. While Jody is working Mick, she seems to be paying attention to me and Rick.

"Do you want to swallow?

I pull up for a few seconds.

"No!"

But then I go back down, almost reflexively. I can't tell what's going on anymore. Am I really playing with myself while eating out my boyfriend? All of a sudden, Jody pulls me back - just in time to avoid swallowing. Instead, I get sprayed in the face. The sight of me covered in his brother's fluids is too much for Mick and he also releases. However, Jody does not remove her head, and swallows everything. I wonder how she can do that? Mick turns to his brother.

"That, bro, is what I'm talking about."

Jody pulls me away from the bed, and into the bathroom, so I can get myself cleaned up. She washes my face, then washes her mouth with rinse. She turns to face me.

"Did you like it?
"Yeah... it was strange, exhilirating.
"What did you like best?
"I don't know... I'm tired.
"Rest a while, then, but don't think it's over by a long shot."

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"Wait, says Jennifer. That's your big traumatizing experience? What does it have to do with the homeless?"

I look at her. I've been recounting the story of my first dare. She does not realize that this is only the setup. The dare itself is coming. The others are glued to my story. I've been anxiously building up to it, maybe embellishing the truth a little.

They have no idea how close I came to never doing dares again!

[interesting]

It was four years ago. I'd just lost my virginity to my boyfriend, after being in my first "orgy" event with his brother and his girlfriend at the time. Now, we were riding around town. Rick (my boyfriend) and Mick (his brother) had stopped by the pharmacy to pick up stuff which they would not show us. They were sitting in the front seat, while Jody and me were lazily resting in the back. I had dozed off for a while, but now I was awake again. So far, the night had not gone exactly as planned, but I was fine with it. I'd had my share of new experiences, though, and I did not know what else we could do. Mick shut down the radio to speak to us.

"Here's the thing. This is fun and all, but me and Jody are also into more kinky stuff.
"Like what? asked Rick.
"Doing dares, stunts, stuff like that. We had planned to spend the first part of the night in, then go out and do some stuff. We have a list. Now, I promise we won't tell anyone what happened, and about your spying, if you both agree to assist us with our dares. How about it?

I looked at Rick. We were both so new to this that the prospect seemed exciting.

"Okay, so we have a list of things to do tonight.
"A list?
"Yeah. We play online. Our friends give us a list of things to do, and we do them, take pictures and report in. We're nearing our first dare. This one will be for me and Rick. Jody, you take the pictures. Sarah, for now, just watch. You'll get your turn."

We move to the front seats, as the guys exit. We are just outside the soccer field. Late like this, no one is there. I see Mick talk to his brother, then they both strip and start to run up and down the field.

"What are they doing?
"Steaking."

Jody takes pictures. They eventually stop their race and return to the car, get dressed and get in. We return to the back seat. Mick takes a look at the pictures and is pleased. We drive on to our next task.

"Okay, girls, this one is yours."

Jody takes the list and smiles. We exit the car once we we reach a wooden area. Mick and Rick accompany us.

"All right, first part of the dare is that we strip.
"Do all dares involve nudity?
"No, of course not, but it helps."

They've already seen me naked, but this time, we're in public. Still, I play along. Jody grabs me by the hand and pulls me towards the small river.

"In the water? It has to be freezing!
"We can keep ourselves warm. The dare was for me to masturbate in the cold water, but I'll play with you and you play with me.
"Wait, is he going to take pictures.
"Of course."

I refuse to go in the water.

"Don't worry. We remove the heads.
"What?
"When a person doesn't want to be recognized, we cut off the head. That way, they see everything but what they need to recognize the person."

I'm still hesitant but I let Jody drag me into the cold stream. My legs immediately cramp up, but Jody pulls me in and starts kissing me. The water is up to our upper thighs. Jody's hand slides onto my sex, and she starts probing. I kiss her back, passionately, and then let her work me up good. I see Mick with the camera come in to get a close-up. I resist my instinct to cover myself and let Jody work her magic on me.

"You're supposed to be doing the same to me."

I apologize and start working on her as well. We get all flustered, and then she suddenly pulls back. I try to hold on, but she is simply too strong.

"Come on.
"But..."

She drags me out of the water and pulls me back towards the car. We get dressed and climb back in. The dare is over. We drive off, and I'm left frustrated and unsure of what happened.

As we drive to our next location, I turn to Jody. I want to know why she didn't go through with it.

"Simple, dear. It's all about teasing and denial here. We play some, then we hold back.
"But why?
"For the thrill. You still have a lot to learn. Trust me on this."

I decide to be quiet for the time being. I enjoy the experience for what it is, but somewhere inside me, I'm unnerved. I realize that despite Jody's best efforts, I'm still unsure of myself and unsafe in my surroundings. I wish Thomas was here. He would help me deal with my stress. Or Jennifer. Or anyone I know. I mean, I've only been going out with Rick for two weeks, even though I've known him for years. I'm already doing stunts with his brother and the girlfriend. And he did put his... into... I can't even think it. I want to puke, but I don't have anything in my stomach. Everyone seems oblivious to my distress. I enjoyed the sex, I have been anticipating it since I started to go out with Rick, but I never expected it to happen this way. I feel I've lost something I'll never get back.

I remember there was some blood. I'm confused. Where did it come from? No. I know where it came from. There was pain and pleasure. I let myself rest against the window. I feel somewhat sick. The car stops but I don't move. The brothers are running out of the car, carrying their stuff, but I don't really care at the moment. Jody is with them, taking pictures. I think : wait, if I get out here, I can go back home, and forget about all of this. But what about Rick? What about my relationship with him?

Before I can make up my mind, the trio has returned. The boys are laughing at the prank they just pulled, something involving toilet paper I hear. My mind is elsewhere.

"Mick, I think she's not doing so good.
"Nah! She's fine."

I hear the concern in Jody's voice, and the dismissal in Mick's. My mind is elsewhere at the moment. I don't exactly know where, but it's floating about the car, disembodied, as if it was misplaced. I fall asleep.

I feel something tickling my face. I wink but it comes back. I try to chase it away with my hand. The feeling of the mousse snaps me out of my reverie, and laughter completely breaks the mood. I can't believe I just fell for that old trick.

"Priceless, man!"

The two brothers. Rick and Mick. I'm starting to have my fill with them. Luckily, Jody is nearby. She is smiling, but she is not laughing.

"Sorry. They couldn't resist.
"It's okay."

She hands me a handkerchief and I wash my face with it.

"What did I miss?"

Rick answers.

"Only the two sweetest dares ever. Listen we...
"Rick, be quiet."

His brother looks mad. I wonder what happened.

"She wasn't there, so she can't know.
"Wait, you didn't do something to me, did you?
"Other than the trick we just pulled on you, no. Get up, come on. Your last dare is up.
"My dare?
"Yeap. Come on!"

I stretch my arms and legs and step out of the vehicle. I recognize the neighborhood.

"What are we doing here?"

The smell of stench is strongest here, away from the beachfront. I see the old decrepit housing, the broken street lights. A few years ago, this old section of town was condemned for a few weeks because of an accidental spill in the sewers. A lot of people still live here, having come back once the crisis was over, but the place never recovered. I'm standing outside of what was once a hotel, now a condemned building

"What do I have to do?"

Mick hands me the camera.

"There are six stories to this hotel. There's something at the upper level which I want you to photograph and then return.
"What do I need to photograph?
"There's a metallic grate. Behind it, there's a broken hourglass. Photograph the hourglass.
"What if it's not there?
"Oh it's there.
"Great...
"Not so fast. You have to do it naked."

I stare at Jody, to find some support, but she simply nods.

"What if there are people inside?
"The building is scheduled for demolition soon. There won't be anyone inside. And if you're discreet, even if there were, they won't spot you. It's dark in there. You can keep your shoes. That's all."

Rick seems ecstatic at having me perform this stunt. Mick remains as stoic as ever. Jody pulls me apart.

"This is an easy dare, really. You enter through that door... the stairwell is right beside it, you just climb your way to the top. You'll find the grate at the end of the main hall. Just grab a picture and hurry on down. We'll be right here."

Despite Jody's calming words, I have reservations. I don't want to chicken out, and I do want them to like me, so I start undressing. It gets difficult to remove my underwear, but I do it anyway. I feel cold from the night air.

"We'll keep your clothes in the car so they'll stay warm, and keep the car running."

I acknowledge Mick's words and silently thank him. I grab the camera and place its strap around my neck. I peer inside the building, well aware that the three other onlooker are staring at my naked form. I make a dash inside and reach the stars. I'm grateful for the shoes. I see the wodden floors and imagine getting splinters all over my feet. I find the railway in the half darkness (there's some light peering through cracked windows from the street) and dart up the stairs. They make a squeaking sound that keeps me alert to my surroundings. I slow my pace, realizing I'm out of breath after four flights. I take a few seconds to gather my strength, before proceeding up. So far so so good. I listen. Only the noises of the old building capture my attention. I see an obsured hallway. I creep along its side, mindful of every little noise, scared of being intercepted, or worse.

Eventually, through the darkness, I notice the makings of a grate. I creep forward and my hand touches the cold metal. I realize I can't see in the dark, but I have a flash on the camera. I point it at the room, so the flash will illuminate it and I can see the broken hourglass. A flash of light pierces the darkness and I identify the hourglass in the room beyond the grate.

"Who's there?"

A male voice reaches from around me. I panic and start running in the other direction, back towards the stairs. As I dart off into the darkness, I reach the steps. In my haste, I miss the first step. The rest is just me falling down against the wooden stairs, hitting the wall with a loud thump. My head hits the heating vent (which is cold) and I black out.

I feel hands on me but I feel like I'm in a daydream. A small light illuminates the room where I am. I taste blood in my mouth, but I realize it's spilling from my forehead. I'm hurt. I suddenly see this presence looming above me. I can't make out if it's a man or a creature. I scream. He freezes for a second, then rushes to place his hand on my mouth. I try to bite him and he pulls away.

"Three times the charm... three times... the charm..."

What is he saying?

"Like mom used to make."

I'm petrified with fear. My left arm hurts, and I think it may be broken. No. I can still move it. The man stares at my naked form, holding a flashlight aimed at me. I attempt to cover up. I feel blood on my legs too. Or is it water? I have no idea. His gaze is strange, unlike anything I've ever seen before. My mind is racing. What do I do? How do I get out of this one? Am I going to die here?

"Three times the charm... like mom used to make... little girls and their ponies... ponies..."

He's insane. I'm naked in a desolate hotel with a raving homeless man. Tears are flowing, tears of fear and rage and despair.

"You like ponies?"

He creeps towards me. I scream again, yelling at him to stay away. He pulls back again. I feel dizzy from the bloodloss and I feel I'm going to pass out again. If I pass out, I'll have no way of keeping him at bay. I have to remain conscious. But it's hard. I want to sleep... I want to cry... I just want everything to stop.

I hear a commotion somewhere around me, and then running. The man is running away. He drops his flashlight. I'm about to scream again when Jody's face comes into view. I start crying even more. She hurries to my side, and checks up on me.

"Oh... poor Sarah... you're hurt. Can you walk?"

Words are not forming in my mouth. I can't stop gagging from the tears. She picks me up in her arms (to this day, I still don't know where she got the strength).

"Come on. Let's get out of there."

She carries me like a child in her arms. She barely has thirty pounds on me. Through my sobbing, I manage to blurt out.

"...the... camera...
"It's broken. Forget about it. You're safe now."

She carries me down several flights of stairs, I can't keep count. When we finally exit the building and she can drop me down, I hear cursing.

"Bastard took off!"

I look up. The car is gone. Mick and Rick are gone. My clothes are gone. I'm bleeding from the forehead, my arm is sore, and I can barely walk. I'm still trembling, though this time it's mostly from the cold now. Jody comes over to me, removes her blouse and covers my nudity with it. She also removes her pants and offers them, but I decline. Instead, she removes her panties and this time, I put them on. At least I have my shoes. She puts her pants back on, then helps me up.

"What are we gonna do now?"

She can sense desperation in my voice.

"Sarah, do you trust me?
"uh-huh.
"Okay. Then you're going to do everything I say from now on. And I mean everything. We have to find clothes and transportation. But there could be complications if we rely on the police. And I don't want too many questions asked. That man up there did not have time to do anything to you. I heard the scream and came running immediately.
"Thank you."

I hug her like she is my mother.

"So you will do what I say, no matter how strange or incomprehensible it may sound?
"I will.
"Now dry those tears. We're going to get out of here. You're going to have to trust me now. With your life."

I don't have any choice. I feel safe with Jody, but then again, why should I? I'm wearing her panties and blouse, while she has pants and her bra on, and we're in the middle of the less reputable part of town. My expectations are running low.

[interesting]

"So, you mean to tell me, that time you hurt your arm and head wasn't a bike accident?"

Jennifer stares at me. She can't believe I lied to her all those years back. Then again, it was before we started playing truth or dare together. The others are quiet as I keep telling my story.

"It's the truth. I felt ashamed. That's why I can't feel safe in that neighborhood. There was something that stuck with me from that night, that creepy man, the injuries.
"But you didn't die, says Thomas. You're here. Jody saved you, right?
"She did. But we were not out of the woods. We were lost, and scared. She had more experience than me, but we were still almost naked, with no phones. I learned a lot of things that day, mostly from Jody. We did manage to get out, of course, but not before facing another set of challenges..."

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"Sarah, look at me."

I am sobbing, crouched against the building. Jody has put her arms around me. I look up.

"I need you to stop crying. I know you're hurt, but it looks like nothing is broken. I'm going to get you out of here. You have my word. But I can't do that unless I know you can be strong too."

The blood from my forehead has stopped flowing. My arm still hurts but my legs are okay now.

"I'll try.
"I know this is a lot to take in on your first day, but trust me, you could be in a far worse position. Come on, get up."

She helps me straigten up. I'm still wearing only her blouse and her underwear, although I have my own shoes.

"The way I see it, we have several ways of getting out of here. The first one involves calling a taxi. We only need a quarter for that, and maybe we can get it from charity... although it's doubtful and I don't know where the homeless hang out. I'm not going back in there."

I acquiesce. I don't want her to leave.

"The problem is... you're hurt. You should go to the hospital, but if you go dressed like this, there will be questions. We'd have to tell your parents.
"You can't tell them!
"I know. I know, believe me. There's another possibility, it involves some risks for me, but you should be all right.
"What risks?
"Sarah, trust me."

I stare at her. I remember her asking me to trust her implicitely. I know nothing will happen to me as long as she is around. She darts into the alley, holding my hand and dragging me along. She reaches a cross street, looks around and sees nobody. We cross it and enter another alley. I want to ask where we are going, but I'm too scared to speak. We reach another cross street and stops.

"I thought it was around here."

Jody draws my attention to a building on the other side of that street. I see the neon sign shaped in the form of a female body, and the highlighted letters. NUDE GRLS. The I is unlit.

"We can't go in there!
"We have to.
"But I'm naked.
"You're not. And don't worry. They won't ask you to do anything.
"But what are you going to do?
"Talk to the manager and see if we can get some form of assistance.
"But what if he asks something in return, you know...
"I know. Sarah, trust me."

Jody seems so confident in this crisis. I have to trust her insight. We wait until the street is empty, and then make a run across, then shift sideways, heading towards the club entrance.

The bouncer is standing just outside the door, a burly man covered in tattoos. I've only seen the type in movies and television, never in person. There is no line up. Jody makes her way towards him without flinching; I tuck behind her, intimidated by the entire scene. The man is amazed to see a young woman in her bra and jeans walk up to him in the middle of the street; perhaps my presence is as disturbing, since I'm not wearing any pants.

"We need your help."

Jody's confidence shines through her demeanor. The man is still confused, but answers.

"I can see that. Whadda ya want?
"Several things. First, no questions asked. My friend here is hurt. I'd like to take her in the back and fix her up. That would be for starters."

The strangeness of the scene is not lost on the man.

"She's not... eighteen.
"Obviously, that's why I want to get her in the back. Well?"

The man is too bewildered to consider a refusal. He waves us into the entrance. I stay well away from him.

"What's your name?
"Candy. Her name's not important.
"Candy, huh?"

There is a small vestibule before entering the main room. Music plays in the background. The stench of cigarette permeates the air. The man pulls the drapes apart, peering into the room.

"Okay coast is clear, it's still early. Go around the room against the wall to your left, you'll reach the girl's change room. Knock and say Eddy sent you.
"Thanks. I'll have something for you later.
"Whatever."

He says that, but I sense some anticipation in his voice. Jody turns to me.

"Head down, move fast, stay behind me."

I comply. We slip past the drapes and crawl against the wall up to the door. A rap on the door and it slides open. A half-naked middle-aged woman appears.

"Yeah?
"Eddy sent me. My friend needs help.
"And apparently, you need clothes. Come on in."

We step into the backroom of the bar, the ladies' changing room. I freeze. I'm surrounded by five of the most beautiful, yet the most depressive women I have ever seen. The stench of cigarette smoke is so strong, I choke. Jody walks up to the woman who opened up and explains we got mugged, that it didn't get too far, but someone stole our clothes and we had to share. I sense limited sympathy from these women. One comes to check my forehead.

"Nasty gash... might leave a scar."

I'm intimidated by her presence. Her breasts seem unnatural to me, too large for her frame, held in place by two short strings and two bands of cloth. She has to be over forty.

"Don't worry, child, men like scars."

She retrieves the stuff to clean away my wound.

"She also bumped her shoulder."

While I get taken care of by the older stripper, a man comes into the room from another entrance.

"Well, well, what do we have here?"

The man smells of cologne, a more pungent odor than the cigarette, if it's at all possible. He notices but ignores me, walking straight to Jody.

"Hello, young lady. You seem to be in a bit of a pickle. What's your name?
"You can call me Candy.
"And your sister?
"Is underage."

He pauses. Now he's avoiding me.

"So... you need help, Eddy says.
"What I need is a quarter to call a cab. I don't have any money on me. I'm willing to dance for it.
"A quarter for a dance?"

She steps back, takes a sexy pose for him. She cups her breasts, then exposes her back, raising her behind so he can get a better look. He examines her intently with his eyes.

"Little lady, if you dance for me tonight, I'll pay your fare. Is that a deal?
"It is."

They shake on it. The man smiles.

"I'll be in the room ladies. Prep this one up. I want her on stage as soon as possible."

He quickly exits the room through the club access. Some of the other dancers seem pleased with the turnout, one seems mad about it, and the one taking care of me has hardly been paying attention. She feels like my mother, only dirtier and sluttier.

"You've got one good friend, there."

I stare at Jody. She is talking to the dancers about her upcoming performance. I notice that at no time does the issue of age become mentionned, except for mine. I'm fairly certain Jody is not eighteen, but I can't be sure. I say nothing, of course. Eventually, once my head wound is bandaged, Jody comes to me.

"Are you really going to dance?
"Of course. I have to.
"You don't have to.
"You're right, of course. But I want to. You're better now.
"I think so."

She kisses me on the cheek. I want to kiss her on the mouth, like we did earlier today, but I hold back. Something tells me this is not the right place for this.

"I want to see you dance.
"Honey, you can't be in the room.
"She can watch from backstage."

My 'mother' has returned. She brings a mini pink skirt which might fit me. It is hideous. I look to Jody, but she tells me everything is going to be fine. Reluctantly, I put on the mini skirt. I feel slutty. I want to leave. I want to lie in Jody's arms, kiss her, and make love to her again. I realize she is the one who took my virginity. Not Rick. She was my first. I feel almost giddy, but then the stench returns as my 'mother' blows smoke out of her mouth in my direction.

"She's a pretty girl. You're pretty too. You're not really sisters, are you?
"We never said we were.
"No, you didn't."

Jody is getting dressed in a fireman's (firewoman's?) outfit. She looks at me and smiles. My 'mother' moves me to a location from where I can see the stage. The girl exiting the stage is naked except for a g-string. I hear a few claps in the crowd. There must not be more than ten people. The announcer's voice comes over the music.

"And now, a special treat, a girl you've never seen before, an exclusive : Candy!"

Without missing a beat, Jody climbs onto the stage and starts her routine. I get the feeling she's done something like this before. She grabs the pole, dancing around it, removing bits of her costume as the song continues. I see some money landing on the stage. Will she get to keep it? I get distracted by her curves as she exposes her breasts to the public. I'm jealous of her confidence, her freedom. I want to be her. I want to be with her. Before I know it, she is dancing naked on stage. The crowd is reacting very loudly this time. The song ends, and she dashes back stage, all sweaty from the dance and hot lights.

The girls hand her a robe and she covers herself. I notice that while this was going on, the other girls rummaged through her pants. There was nothing to find, of course.

The man returns to the changing room, clapping, visibly satisfied.

"That was great... you sure you're not looking for a more permanent position?
"I am. Thanks for the offer, though. Here's your money.
"Nah... keep it. It'll help pay your fare."

Jody hands me the money while she is getting dressed. I count it. Forty dollars in bills and coins. I'm impressed. That's more than enough for the taxi. I get to keep Jody's blouse, as one girl hands her a sweater.

"I'll give it back.
"Nah, keep it."

Jody grabs my hand. We hurry across the club, careful not to be noticed and return to the street. The bouncer, Eddy, is there.

"That was a nice dance, Candy.
"Thanks Ed. See you around."

We call a cab. Fifteen minutes later, we're on our way home. But I don't want to leave her. I ask her to take me home with her. She tries to change the subject, but I insist. She tells the driver to simply take her home. We both get out there. She lives inside in the basement under a house. We both get in. I'm tired but I don't want to sleep.

"You need a bath. I'll wash you."

I let her lead me into the bathroom, then strip me as the water pours. As she motions me to the water, I try to kiss her, falling on her nose instead as she moves.

"Sarah.
"I love you!"

The words blurt out innocently.

"No, you don't. You like me. I like you too. What we shared together was nice, but I'm not the one for you.
"But you made love to me, and you took my virginity.
"Well, yes, I did that. Because you wanted it, right?"

She seems unsure of herself.

"Yes. I wanted it."

She helps me climb in the water, then strips herself and joins me. I lean forward to kiss her, but she keeps me at arm's length.

"Sarah, we need to talk.
"Why? Don't you love me? Don't you want to be with me?
"You're confused, Sarah. We had sex, and it was great, but that doesn't make a relationship. I can't have sex with you anymore until you straighten yourself out. You've been through quite an ordeal. And even then, it would only be sex, not love."

I am defeated. I start crying again. The stress of the night is getting to me. She pulls me in and leans my head against her chest.

"Poor girl. You've been through so much in one day. No wonder you can't handle it. Just rest against me right now. Just rest."

I try to resist, but her touch is so soothing that I instantly give up. I want to lie in her arms for the rest of my life.

"Sarah, there's one thing I need you to promise me.
"What? Anything!
"Not anything, just. Look, I know you had fun tonight, at least, for most of it. I want you to promise you'll try again.
"Try what?
"Daring yourself to try stuff. Challenging your limitations.
"Only if you're there with me.
"Sarah... all right. But only as long as I can. I'm leaving town after school is done. We can stay in touch, but we won't be able to see each other. But until then, I'll help you. I'll teach you what I know."

She kisses me on the forehead. I feel better. The pain is subsiding. I feel her arms around me. I feel safe.

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"That summer, I invited some of you to a party at my house, and we did dares. I called you over as soon as Jody left.
"Where is she now?
"Doing missionary work in Africa.
"Really?
"Yeah."

Thomas has been paying the most attention to my story. He seems genuinely relieved at its completion.

"What happened to the two brothers?
"I broke it off with Rick the next day. As for Mick, I honestly don't know.
"If I ever get my hands on them.
"It's ancient history, Tom. But thanks for caring."

Jenn intervenes.

"Do you still keep in touch with Jody?
"Hardly.
"Did you ever have sex again?"

I smile. They all understand that's another story. Barry steps in to change the conversation.

"So. You want our help with your Jim situation?
"I do. But on my terms. I want him in my life, but I don't want to force him. I don't want you to influence him, I just want... I just want to see if he's the one for me."

My friends smile. I know their minds are racing to come up with new challenges to assist me in my quest. I take Jennifer's hand. It's good to have friends you can count on to shake you out of your rut. I'll have to find a way to thank them all later. Or maybe I already have.

[interesting]

Okay. So a bit about me first, right? My name's Tom... Thomas. You can call me Tom. Anyway, I'm doing this as a favor to a friend of mine, but you already know her, I guess. Sarah. She wants to know what happened on week eight of her little adventure with that guy, her T.A., Jim, that's his name.

Now, the thing is, what can I tell you about me? I'm eighteen years old, I still live with my parents, but only because they live close and I don't mind. Rent is cheap. Anyway, they live upstairs, I live in the basement, although I still have access to the entire house, fridge, washer, dryer, the works. I'm okay with my parents now, but it wasn't always this nice. Let's just say I got kicked out a few times for several different reasons, but I always manage to reconcile. Well, it's my mom, really, who does the reconciling between me and my dad. What do we fight about?

I'm a homosexual. Gay. That's what my dad calls me. His gay son. He's learnt to tolerate it, and to some extent, accept it. My mom is a real sport though. She just wants me to be happy. Which I am, mostly.

I'm a boxer too. I've been boxing since I was... oh... fourteen, maybe? It's not easy picking fights. Many of my opponents would outright refuse to fight with me if they knew I like guys. So I have to stay in the closet. I'm so glad my friends, my real friends, allow me to indulge. I can be so open with them. I've even tried it out with girls, thanks to them. It doesn't feel as good or as natural, but it's still fun.

I particularly like Sarah. If I wasn't gay, I'd make a pass at her, and she'd probably let me. I love that girl like my sister. Oh, and I have a sister too, but she moved away after high school. That sucks. She lives in Denver and I hardly ever see her. She even has a kid, his name is Kenneth, like my dad. I think she's one who took my sexuality the hardest.

But enough of that. The story. There's this guy, Jim, Sarah's really into him and she asked for our help to get to know him better. Now the rules are fairly straightforward. We can't interact directly with him. We each got assigned a week within which we could perform our deeds. Now my plan is fairly simple. I'm a simple man most of the time. I don't like complicated things.

I have hired a friend of mine, another boxer who happens to know my secret but doesn't care, to walk up to Jim and threaten him, you know, but only with words. If that guy is going to get near my Sarah, he's going to have to prove to me (and to her) than he can defend himself when shoved around. Now my intent is not to inflict harm, just to see how far this Jim needs to be pushed before he'll push back. A simple idea.

The problem is I want to see him in action. I don't want to get a second hand account of the event. I know he hangs out at the park on Sundays, almost like clockwork. What I do is tell my friend (his name is Jimmy, he's one of the fastest fists I ever saw) to hang around the park. I need to be there, but in disguise. I don't know how to do that though. Luckily, Jennifer assists me there. She works with homeless people part time, so she gets me some rags that I can wear and pretend to be a drunk in the park. Now I'm all set, and I just need to wait for that Sunday.

When it rolls around, I go up there in the morning. I'm unrecognizable, unshaved, messy hair, dirty clothes. I don't hang out in the middle of the park because I don't want to get kicked out, so I hang low near the forested areas. I lie down because I have a long wait.

I decide to make this thing fun. If I'm challenging myself, might as well do it for real. This early morning, not much people about. I get up to stretch, walk towards the woods, lower my trousers, exposing my behind. I'm not wearing underwear today. I piss right then and there, facing the trees, my butt exposed for all to see, not that anyone stares I imagine. It feels so good to have myself dangling in public. I try not to make too much of a spectacle of it and sit back down fairly quickly, pulling my pants up.

If anyone has seen no calls the authorities. A good start.

I wait until noon, unpack a sandwich and start eating. According to Jenn, he should be around just after lunch. I'm sincerely hoping I'm not wasting my day, that would piss me off.

Now, I've never seen this guy in person, and he has never seen me. I've seen his picture, though, and that's good enough for me. I wait for a while, growing impatient. Finally, he comes into view. Sarah's right. He's good looking. He walks to a table and sits down, taking out a notebook of some kind and a pen. He starts writing.

I wish I knew what he was writing. Nothing to do now but wait for Jimmy to show.

Jimmy comes along, with two buddies of his. I don't know them, and I don't know how much Jimmy has told them. I get nervous. I know Jimmy, I know he won't do anything to hurt the guy, but those two others, I've seen them before. Fellow boxers. One of them has a bad temper, and the other is just nasty. I need to get closer. The fountain is my best bet, so I move about.

Jimmy and his gang go to sit at the man's table. They're talking real loud about their last fight, how Jimmy KO'd the guy in four rounds, talking punches and feints. It's gotta be distracting to Jim. He doesn't budge, he just keeps writing. He's got a good concentration. Jimmy can be quite the mouthful. Jimmy will need to take this to the next level. Fortunately, I already gave him a game plan. I wouldn't want him to improvise on Sarah's prospect. It might get ugly.

"Wadda ya think, dude?"

Jimmy is trying to draw Jim into the conversation. At first, Jim doesn't look up. He probably doesn't realize Jimmy is talking to him. However, he looks after setting his pen down.

"I didn't hear the question."

Wow! Jumping right into it. I like this guy.

"I said, I punched that guy out, cold, one two three.
"Possibly. I wasn't there."

Jim goes back to his writing.

"Not into boxing?
"No."

Jim answers but does not look up.

"Hey!"

Jimmy's tone is aggravated. The T.A. looks up, stops writing, stares Jimmy down.

"Lookit me when I'm talkin' to ya.
"Okay. Are you done talking?
"You gotta attitude problem, dude?"

I see Jim sigh.

"No, I'm just not involved in your conversation.
"We not botherin' ya, then?
"No. Can I keep writing now?"

Obviously, standard intimidation is not going to work on this guy. I'm sincerely impressed. I figured a student in literature would be a scaredy-cat. I'm glad I'm mistaken. I still don't want Jimmy to overdo it, but since Jim is not reacting openly enough, Jimmy's next step is escalation. He goes in and grabs the notebook.

"Lemme read..."

Jim sighs again. He is becoming irritated. Well, he's no passive sissy. But he doesn't reach for the book as I thought he might. Instead, he just sits there while Jimmy purses the page. Eventually, Jimmy reads the words out loud, and I'm guessing they're more for my benefit than his.

"So if you take into account the fact that the killer knew the victim, then this leads us to only one possible conclusion... what is this crap?
"Police novel.
"What the fuck?
"I'm writing a police novel. Can I have it back?"

He remains polite, but there is a certain determination in his voice, something I've heard from fellow boxers from time to time. I've used that tone myself on more than one occasion.

"What're ya willin' ta do for it?
"Look, I don't want to fight. I just want my book.
"You gonna cry, now?
"No. I'll ask again. Please, give me my notebook.
"Pleasy-Weasy. Gimme my booky..."

Jimmy's friends laugh. Now we're getting somewhere. The T.A. pauses for a moment, then stands up for the first time.

"Listen... Jimmy... that is your name, right?"

I realize Jimmy's name must have been mentioned in the conversation. I wasn't paying attention, but apparently, Jim was.

"Yup.
"Why are you doing this?
"'Cause I can.
"Well I can too. I can have my book back. I can try to take it, but you've got friends and I'm alone. But we're in a crowded park, there's probably security somewhere around here. I don't know why you want to pick a fight here, and I don't want to pick a fight.
"Mebbe 'cause I don't like ya.
"Tough. I have no opinion on you yet, but I'm starting to form one. Now. Three scenarios. One, you give my book back and it ends here. Two, I somehow manage to overpower you, get my book back and get out of here. Three, you beat me up, realize the book has no value to you, and either leave it here or destroy it. The only one where we're both winners is the first one. If we fight, security comes up, we all get arrested, and things go downhill from there."

I see Jimmy's resolve wavering. The guy makes a pretty good case. He's exaggerating, of course, there's no way anyone would get arrested for this, but he's managed to make Jimmy hesitate. There's a tense moment, then Jimmy tosses him the book.

"Thank you."

An officer and a gentleman too. This guy's the real deal. Jimmy motions for his gang to leave. I cut around the park and join him. He sees me coming and waves to me. His friends seem confused.

"So? Wadda ya think?
"Did good, Jimmy-boy.
"I coulda kicked his ass.
"Yes, you coulda. Wasn't the point. Thanks man. Owe ya.
"Ya do."

I watch them leave. I'll find some way to pack him back. If he were into guys, it wouldn't be a problem. Oh well.

I spend the rest of the afternoon watching him. He seems somewhat shaken up from the ordeal. I don't think he's used to doing this, and I think he was scared somewhat. Makes sense. If I didn't know Jimmy, and I wasn't half as strong as I am, I might be scared too. Still, he stood up for himself.

As the afternoon ends, I see him leave. I let him go. I'm going to have a last bit of fun in the park before I go.

I retrieve the backpack I stored up a tree at the start of the day and head deeper into the trees. I want to be out of sight for this next one, but I want to do it before it's dark. Sarah told me she comes around this park once in a while and plays with herself. I figure I might as well do the same, get acquainted with the place. Once I'm really out of sight, I pull down my pants. Then I search into my backpack. I find my vibrator and check the batteries. I take out a tube of lube. I crouch down, use the lube on the vibrator and insert it gently, then start it up. I go working on myself. It doesn't take long, with the stimulation, the damp air and the wind, until I shoot out into the woods. I hurriedly pack up my things, wiping as needed, then pull up my pants. I thought I'd last longer, but apparently I was too primed. Next time, maybe.

When I get back home, I call Sarah to let her know what I've found out.

[interesting]

[This post is highly experimental, as it will involve two different narrators. Hopefully, it won't get too confusing.]

So, Claire, how do we go about doing this?

I don't know. Why don't you tell the story, Cassie, and I'll interrupt you if I need to add anything?

Okay. Sounds good.

So it's the end of week nine in the semester long dare to get to know Jim better. I won't bore you with the details of the dare itself, I'm sure Sarah and Thomas have done a good job so far.

Bore them with the details? How could they be bored with this story?

I don't know. It's just an expression. Can I continue?

Sure. Sorry.

Thanks. So our task for Sarah is to find out more about Jim, about his limitations, how he reacts to all sorts of situations. I know Thomas did his part last week, I don't know how it went. Sarah keeps everything pretty wrapped up for now, hopefully she'll tell us more when we get to meet this Jim in person. Now, me and Claire, being lesbians and all, we thought we'd test his reaction to lesbian overtures.

My idea, actually.

Yes, Claire, your idea.

Buy you did help set it up.

The story?

Oh... right.

The idea was simple. We can't interact with Jim, but that doesn't mean he doesn't notice us. Our main problem is timing. Thomas already got the park, and we don't want to do anything there. Our boy doesn't get out much except for writing and doing the groceries, and school. Our best bet is the store, then. But how do we check his reactions to a display of lesbian affection?

I think we should explain why this is important to us, and to Sarah?

I think they already know about that.

You mean Jennifer and Sarah? I'm not talking about that.

Oh. What are you talking about then?

Well, the thing is, in our group, most of us are pretty open about our sexuality. I've done things with pretty much every girl in the group. You, Cassie, you've also gone farther than me with the boys. But the thing is, if he's going to integrate in our group, he has to be comfortable with girls... doing girls.

Well that seems obvious.

I thought it needed explaining, that's all.

Now there aren't that many things we can do in a grocery store that won't get us thrown out, so we'll have to be careful. Nowadays, they have mirrors and cameras everywhere. We'll have to be in your face about it without being indecent.

A shame, really.

We'll get to more juicy stuff later. Let's just finish with this story so we can get it to Sarah so she doesn't go out of her mind again.

Go on, then.

With Jennifer and Sarah's help, we manage to find out when he leaves for the grocery store. I'm at the ready, so I call Claire at her work and she joins me.

Always nice to take an afternoon off.

When she gets there, he's already inside. Our time is limited. We don't know how long he will remain in there. Our acolyte is there too.

You forgot to talk about him in the beginning!

I did?

You did. I'll tell about him.

Go ahead.

He's our next door neighbour, a few years younger than us. He lives with his father and goes to our former high school. I knew his sister from classes we had together. We hired him for the task because, well, we have some history with him.

You should tell them.

Maybe another time. His only job is to tag along discreetly around the store, and observe the target's reactions to our blatant exhibition of lesbian love. Brian - that's his name - is good at reading people most of the time.


So we enter, and Brian follows us in. First job : find Jim. He's in the soup alley. Buying chicken noodle. I recall Sarah's story about when she stole his underwear and he served her chicken noodle soup because she hadn't eaten.

So we find him and deduce which direction he's going. Now, we want to put on a show for him, so...

You're telling it or I am?

Sorry. The best part is coming. Go ahead.

We move into the next lane, lean into the alley. I back up against the stands, while Claire stands in front of me. She places her hand in my hair and starts kissing me passionately.

You should mention there's no one in the alley. It's the middle of the afternoon, the store is practically empty.

You just did that. Anyway, Brian positions himself so he'll get a good look at Jim's face. He's even prepared a few comments to peak his interest.

Now we didn't necessarily hear what they said, but Brian told us afterwards.

You're getting ahead of the story, honey. So we're getting hot and heavy, and Jim rounds the corner. Now, I'm focusing on Claire, but my eyes are also wandering in his direction. Claire's only concern appear to be my lips. I feel giddy all over, place my hands across her blouse. And Jim, well, he just walks by, barely looking at us. Now I don't have a good point of view, so I don't know what he's thinking.

Neither do I, but luckily, Brian does. Brian is playing the lecher, staring at us. He hails the stranger.

"That's some sight, he says. Gotta love it.
"It's all right.
"All right. Two hot babes are going at it and you say it's all right. It's heaven man!"

Brian tells us that Jim then turns around and stares at us.

"They are beautiful. And in love, it appears."

And Jim is smiling.

Now that's a good sign. Then, Jim just keeps on walking by. So what we do next is get a few items of groceries, and wait until he's heading for the checkout line before cutting him off. Claire is squeezing my hand, rubbing my shoulders, kissing my neck, and I'm acting giddy like a school girl. We smile at him and he smiles back at us. When we get to pay, we cuddle a little, take our time, seem distracted by one another...

We want to see how he reacts to being delayed. Does he stress out, does he try go around.

But he just stays there, smile on his face, finding us all cute and pretty.

Eventually, we exit. Brian is waiting outside. He tells us his appreciation. The guy does not mind, according to him. He also states that Jim is not gay, which we already knew.

Brian is one of those people who can tell with one look who is gay and who is not.

And I suppose it's good to have some confirmation.

More importantly, though, Brian says he thinks the guy is nice, sincere, not bogged down by conventions too much. He says his reaction to our lesbian overtures were standard and open-minded. His smile to us also says a lot.

Brian is very intuitive.

Which is good for him, because he wants to be a psychologist.

You're drifting, now.

So there you have it. I hope Sarah finds this helpful. We were sort of stuck on possibilities, we did the best we could.

I'm sure she'll find some us for our information.

It was fun, even though it was short. We'll have to try some store nudity some time, but we need to find some place where they don't have cameras. We don't want to get arrested.

That's enough story. Come on, I have another story I want to share with you.

What are you talking about?... ooh! Claire, you dirty little...

[interesting]

I think I'm in love. I hope Barry won't mind too much.

Okay, so I'm not really in love, but he is dreamy. I have just spent the last day gazing at Jim in the park, watching him write. I decided I'd do this one alone. At first, we argued that it would be Barry and me doing the observation this week, but then I talked to Barry and plans changed.

Now don't get me wrong. I love my boyfriend so much, I'd do almost anything for him, and in fact, I have done pretty much everything for him, or to him. We have such a loving and open relationship that I can share with him anything that comes into mind. Now it wasn't always like this, mind you. It's just that, with what we've both been through, we decided that it was better to be happy together and for one another than to impose a lot of restrictions and limitations and try to control each other's movements.

I've never been unfaithful, and I'm pretty sure he hasn't either. Even if he had, I'd still forgive him if he talked to me about it. We have needs, desires, and we've learned to act on them. I've never slept with another man, and whenever I do things with other girls, he's always present. And when he does things, I'm there too. That's the basis of our relationship : we share everything.

Sometimes, though, we need our time apart, and that's what I need to deal with this investigation. I like to fantasize about other men, sometimes, and it helps when Barry's not around. Now, this Jim character, I could get to like him. He's smart, intelligent and focused, good looking. Thomas and Barry are both really into sports and this Jim seems different somehow. I like a sturdy man, but Thomas is too much for me. Barry's physique is good, but what I like about him is how he makes me smile, and laugh. I think this Jim might be able to do the same. But he's Sarah's prey, so he's off limits, except in my fantasies. Those belong to no one but me.

After a day of watching a guy, you can't help but wonder at his daily life, at his routine, at the size of his penis, at how gentle or hard he is when he is making love to you. I follow him around after the park, mindful not to be seen. He seems as oblivious to my presence as he has been to the others who tailed him. It helps our endeavor.

He picks up supplies from the grocery store and heads back home. I wait until he enters, then go in after him, but I don't climb up the stairs. Instead, I look at the door and the handles there. I memorize the look and style of the handles. The information will come in handy later.

I should probably talk a little about me. I think the others do that. I'm Bonnie, of course. I've known the gang for six years or so, when I moved into the neighborhood. I'm originally from the Midwest, but my mom got a job at an important law firm here so we moved. My dad is the stay-at-home type, that is, when we lived in the mid-west, he'd go roaming all day in the woods. Since we moved here, he hasn't been as enthusiastic. He goes bowling with some guys he met twice a week. But that's about it.

I have two brothers, both younger, much younger in fact. One is 10 and the other is 8. I don't really get to see them, since I moved out of the house after high school to go live with Barry.

I've been doing dares since I was fifteen. It's Sarah who took me in. First night in, they had me strip and do all sorts of stunts in the buff. They were kind to me, I didn't have to do anything sexual on my first night. I got to get into this very progressively, which is what I needed. I only did sexual stuff on my fourth night. Sometimes, I still find it hard to believe that I've actually slept with all these girls in the past. I can't believe we're still friends. I guess things might have gone awry had it not been for Barry.

We introduced him to the game by making him our slave. And he enjoyed it. That was the part that actually turned me on to him, having control over him. I blew him that first night. I had been experimenting with girls, but I knew I was into boys. He was my first. In fact, I've never been with anyone else. Oh! I've blown Thomas a couple of times, a few other people along the way during our more daring times. But I've never had anyone but Barry inside me. Somehow... that's his privilege. That belongs only to him.

When I met Barry, I had experimented enough that I knew what I was looking for, in terms of relationship. It was a hunch, but it panned out. That's why I think Sarah's quest is a legitimate one. I do believe in love at first sight. I know Jennifer disagrees. It's her right. It happened to me, I hope it happens to her someday.

I don't have to work. There are several reasons. I guess you could call me lucky. Not only is my mother very well paid, she gives me money every month, basically paying for all my expenses. I think she's compensating for the fact she has missed so much of my growing up. I don't mind. I had my dad almost all to myself. The other thing is that Barry's family is also loaded, an added bonus. He works with his father and uncle. They own many government owned supply outlets on the West Coast. He was working there while in school, and now he's a full-time member of the clan. He's barely nineteen and already into a lot of money, which has just allowed us to buy our first home. It's not big, but it's cozy. It's great for having friends over. I always found doing our games in our apartments was, well, less than stimulating. Especially since we had to share them with other roommates who were outsiders.

Now, just because I don't have to work, doesn't mean I waste my time at home. I sell stuff door-to-door, but I make my own hours. You name it, I have it or I can get it. It's only as a supplemental income.

Our friends might be jealous of our good fortune if we hoarded. But we share it with them as best we can. I hope they appreciate and don't find us too shallow or greedy. No, I know they don't.

That monday, I go visit my friend Lupo. He's forty years old and a friend of my dad's. I have a special relationship with Lupo. He's a veteran from the first Gulf war, and he's been through a rough patch. One night my dad was out, before I was going out with Barry, he had come over to see my dad and instead we talked about the war, how his wife had left him when he came back, taking his five year old son with her. He had no choice but to recycle his life. He became a locksmith. I hope you see where I'm getting with this. Anyway, I cheered him up by telling him of my school life. I also did something which, thinking back, was my first ever dare. Now, don't get any ideas here, he was thirty-five, I was fourteen, so nothing much happened. I just posed for him in several bikinis, and he gave me ratings. I still have the original ratings chart somewhere in my stuff back home, probably still in a box.

Lupo is of course happy to see me. I don't drop by as often as I could, but life just keeps us busy. We have a system for transactions, and he can tell I'm in need of assistance.

"Hello, Bonnie. Lovely day.
"Lovely indeed, Lupo."

There is no one else in the store. I pull out a picture from my handbag and hand it to him. It's me in a bikini. I'm not wearing any bottom, though, and I'm showing my behind, covering it partly with my hands. He smiles. I always manage to make his day.

"What can I do you for?
"I need... a service.
"You have it."

I don't go into detail, but I explain that I have this door model, with this handle model, and I wonder if he can help me. He understands. We both know this is highly illegal and we keep everything as blurry as possible. He knows I'm not a thief, and I know he's reliable.

"I think this one might fit."

He pulls out a master key set from under the counter, and pulls out one specific key, placing it on the table.

"Or maybe I got something back there."

He turns around, looking at his shelves. I pocket the key discreetly. All the while, I'm positioned so my body is covering the angle of the camera aimed at the counter.

"No... not here. Sorry, don't have anything else.
"Well, it's all right. Thanks Lupo.
"Don't be a stranger, now."

I blow him a kiss and leave. That was the easy part. Now for the hard part.

I don't get to it until that Wednesday. This time, I've asked Barry to come along. With what I've got planned, I'm going to need him. He's carrying a heavy back pack and since this is my operation, he has no idea what's inside it.

"Ton of bricks, right? I'm carrying a ton of bricks.
"Will you stop it? This will be fun.
"You have the key?
"Stop panicking."

Barry doesn't like it when I rely on Lupo's services. I've done it four times in five years. This will be my fifth.

We enter the apartment building and climb up the stairs. I open the way, Barry remains hidden in the stairwell. We want to make sure we're not seen. We've been warned by Sarah about the nosy neighbour. We're very mindful of the sound we make. I get to Jim's door and use the master key. It's harder to operate than it looks. Eventually, I unlock the door and walk in. I secure the place, then come back for Barry. We know Jim has classes all afternoon, so we have a window of about four hours to do whatever we need to do. Ample time. I lock the door and go about the room, pulling the blinds down. We'll need to remember to bring them back up.

Barry puts the bag down in the living room, but I tell him to bring it to the bedroom. Everything seems nice and tidy. Jim doesn't have a lot of stuff, it appears.

Once Barry has set the bag down, he goes to the computer. He has his own assignment while I set up the room. I open the bag and take out a large blanket, which I set over the bed. There's no place to tie the handcuffs so I leave them in the bag. I pull out the camera and the tripod, and set it up towards the bed. I smile at the prospect of what's going to happen here. We have a full hour of video. It should be ample time. I go to Barry's side. He's into the computer now and it's not password protected.

"What do we have here, then?
"Well, I'm looking at recently opened files. Text documents mostly, a few pictures.
"Show the pictures."

Barry opens the pictures up one by one, mindful to close them. I'm disappointed. No nudity, no porn. Just some drawings of characters. His? I don't think so. Probably found on the internet. Barry opens up a text file titled The True Face of Rebecca. We skim through the text. It's an erotic story about some girl, Rebecca, whose description feels awfully like Sarah. She's learning about her sexuality in contact with an older man in some kind of make believe setting. This is more like it.

"I think our boy has fantasies about Sarah.
"Maybe", Barry replies.

He closes it and then logs onto the internet, checking the cache for recently viewed pages. Most of it is literature oriented, a few pages are from the college, yet more are about museum research. We finally locate the good stuff. Nude Samples. Barry clicks on it.

Naked women fill the screen. I imagine Jim masturbating to these images. All of these girls are posing, none are involved in sexual situations.

Next, we do a search on his hard drive for video files. We find a few, nothing pertinent to our research. But we don't give up. Barry goes back several days in the internet log's history, until finally we find something. Erotic Heroes. Intriguing. We click on it. It's a website about popular superheroines involved in sexual situations. There are small samples of videos. We'll have to keep this in mind for later reference. We play a few of the samples. They're enticing but they're only tease.

"This is the best we'll find.
"I wish we'd brought costumes.
"We couldn't know. Come on."

Barry gets up and pushes me towards the bed. I fall back on our blanket. He pulls his top off.

"Wait! Start the video!"

He does. I start opening buttons on my blouse. The camera is on me, now, he's out of sight. I open up completely : I'm not wearing any bra. Barry pulls into frame, starts kissing my chest. I look at the camera; I've set the screen facing us, so we can see what we're doing as we're doing it. He crawls up to my mouth and we kiss. I fondle at his zipper and start unbuckling his pants. The sample on the computer ends, so he stands up and starts another one.

"Bring the keyboard here, and the mouse."

Both are wireless so we drag them onto the bed. He returns and I start removing his pants. He's only wearing a g-string. I rub my hand against it. He's already rock hard, and it sticks out. I glide my tongue against it, then kiss it gently before putting it in my mouth. Barry pushes me back because we're slightly out of frame. We should have brought someone along to hold the camera. Next time, maybe. I work on him for some time. He resets a new sample and is looking at the computer screen. I pull away eventually. I completely take off my blouse.

He reaches under my skirt and pulls off my panties. I lie down on the bed so my crotch is facing the camera. I also have a good view of the screen. There are two girls in hero costumes kissing and fondling each other. I don't know their names. Barry buries his head under my skirt and starts playing with me with his mouth. I keep staring at the screen on the computer, then at the tiny screen of the camera, where I see my blushing face. This turns me on even more.

"Make me come... make me come..."

I feel the rush coming on. I can't scream. I don't know how thick the walls are. I bite my lip as the orgasm overpowers me. I close my eyes and let the pleasure ride me. When I finally relax, Barry has pulled away and started a new sample. This one is about this male villain exacting a revenge over a female hero. There's some blood in my mouth. I must have bit my lip harder than I imagined.

Barry pulls up to me. He has removed his thong. I look down and see he still has his socks on.

"For God's sake, Barry, take off your socks!"

He looks down, notices, and starts laughing.

"I can't fuck you with your socks on!
"You can't? But why?
"Because... socks!"

He laughs again and takes them off. I remove my skirt. I keep my high socks on. I don't know why but it turns him on. Jennifer says it's because it accentuates the rest of the legs. I start licking him again, but he pulls away.

"No. I want to take you.
"Okay."

I was into pleasuring him, but if he'd rather take me I'm not one to complain. I lay on my back, lift my legs. He enters me from above. We move about a little, so the camera has a good pan on both of our bodies. Only our heads and lower legs are out of frame. He's pumping me good and enjoying every minute of it. We stop for a moment and he exits, allowing us both to catch our breath. He sets up a new sample while I move about. I face the camera on all fours and let him enter me from behind. Now I can actually see both our faces, even if he's behind me. He returns to his previous pumping action. Seeing his face is intoxicating. He's really into it, and I'm slowly edging back into full orgasm mode. The sample ends, but this time, he's not stopping to start a new one.

I feel him inside me, releasing himself into me. I want him to keep pumping and he does for a moment, but then he stops, tired and exhausted. I'm content but that first orgasm was better. He came too fast. But I don't hold it against him. I've already had my fun.

I stop the camera and lie down beside him.

"I love you.
"Love you too."

He's exhausted. Normally, I'd let him sleep. Unless there are other people present, Barry always falls asleep after sex. This time, we're in a stranger's home. We don't have that luxury.

"Come on, lover. Don't fall asleep.
"Sorry."

He makes an effort to sit in bed. I hug him tight.

"That was great! I say. Unbelievable.
"Yeah... awesome."

I kiss him. Before getting out of bed, I reach into the bag and get tissues so we can wipe ourselves. We must not leave any evidence of our presence here (well nothing obvious, I'm not talking police here, just the resident himself), hence the blanket over his bed. We retrieve every piece of clothing on the bed, return the keyboard and mouse to the desk after wiping both with tissues. We take our time getting dressed. Barry folds the blanket and returns it to the bag, while I dismantle the camera and tripod. I shut down the computer after shutting down the opened applications, while Barry packs everything of ours remaining into the backpack.

I kiss Barry. I head towards the wardrobe and open it. Pants, shirts, jeans. Nothing out of the ordinary. I look in the back. Boxes. I'm curious and ask Barry to pull one out. It's heavy. We look inside. Comic books.

"No surprise here, considering what we found on the computer."

I smile. We carefully put the box back where we found it. We search the rest of the apartment for signs of sexual conduct. Nothing. No toys, no tools.

"I guess he's only seeing mr. Righty, says Barry."

I laugh heartily. Mr. Righty. What will my boyfriend think of next? Barry gets serious.

"I don't think there's anything more here. I mean, he's not into bondage, cross-dressing, no sign he shaves down there... probably has a pretty boring life.
"I wouldn't say boring. I'd say... focused. We'll just have to find a way to alter his focus. I think we can bring him along. I hope so, for Sarah's sake.
"She's really putting a lot of hope in this guy.
"She is. And that's why we need to help her. We want our Sarah happy."

Barry agrees. We leave as discreetly as we came. Hopefully, we left no clues to our presence here.

[interesting]

Hello.

I'm Barry. Bonnie's boyfriend.

I live in Southern California, not far from the sea, in the house I purchased only a few months ago. I live there with my girlfriend.

I'm supposed to relate to you my own personal investigation of Jim, Sarah's love interest. So, here goes.

We already know a lot about the man. We know he's a teacher, a writer, he likes comic books, he doesn't watch much porn but likes naked girls, he's nice and helpful, caring, clean, eccentric, not easily intimidated or vexed... that's about what I know.

What else can we learn? And how much fun can we have learning it?

I'll admit it. I'm not as imaginative as my friends. I'm not usually the one to come up with new ideas for our games.

Last week was great. Bonnie got us into Jim's apartment and we had sex on his bed. That's when we found out about his love for comics. Now, I want to do something along those lines. See how passionate he can get about something. But I don't know the first thing about comic books.

What I do then is get to a comic book store that Monday and browse around a little. I look at titles. I don't understand it. It's for children. What's a grown man doing collecting these?

I open up one. Violent story. Another. Lots of sex. I begin to wonder. I ask the clerk.

"Sure, he says, there's comic books for every age now. It's just not for kids anymore."

I forgot to check the titles in Jim's collection and I don't want to go back there. It scares me how Bonnie can get into places sometimes, even if I benefit from it. She has her ways. I don't ask.

I ask the clerk if Jim shops there, I say he's my friend and I want to buy him a present - but it's a secret. Now, since I have his name, the clerk doesn't think twice and checks his file. Jim does purchase his comics here, at the store nearest to his house. He hasn't dropped by in a while, though, but his file is still open. The clerk mentions the titles in the folder and they mean nothing to me.

I inquire about related collections, something Jim might not have, a special limited edition of something. The clerk recommends a paperback of collected stories. I have to trust his insight, but just to be safe, I purchase a few others he recommends. Money is no issue, as I'm sure Bonnie told you.

Once I get back home, I print up a list of the comics I have just bought and make several copies.

The next day, I'm at work. I get Steven, one of our student part-timers, and ask him for a favor. I'll pay him out of my pocket, of course. All he has to do is put the list up on campus everywhere and be the intermediate between me and whoever calls. He agrees. I give him a picture of Jim, tell him he's the guy I'm looking for, but we have to wait to see if he calls. I've asked other stuff of Steven in the past, so he's used to my strange requests. I know he'll do the job as I want it.

The following days are just waiting. Steven gets a few phone calls, but refuses all offers. That Friday, he tells me he got a call from someone named Jim. They will meet that night, at a local coffee shop. I plan to go there in disguise. I give my final instructions to Steven.

I get there before the meeting, sit on the second floor, looking down on the first floor. I tell Steven to get there early as well. He sits at an angle so I can have a good look at the scene. I know Steven has taken the time to read the comics, whereas I just looked at the images. Eventually, Jim comes in. They meet. I drink my coffee and watch the scene unfold.

They talk. The music in the background prevents me from hearing what they are saying. Jim is waving his hands around a lot, doing most of the talking. He does seem passionate, whatever he is saying. Steven just nods. Steven pulls out the comic book Jim is interested in.

Just then, my cellphone rings. It's Bonnie. I answer.

"Barry... Brad's in the hospital.
"What?
"He got into an accident. Sarah's with him..."

I put my game on pause. I'm stunned. Jim, Steven, comics, passion, they all fade away. My friend Brad.

"Was she with him when the accident happened?
"I don't think so. Should we meet at the hospital?
"No. I'll pick you up. We'll go together."

I'll get Steven to fill me in later. His conversation is clearly not over, but I can't stay. Steven sees me leave, probably wondering where I'm running off to. Maybe Jim notices me too. I don't really care at this point.

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I'm not dying. Not yet. Maybe I wanted to. Maybe I ran my car off the road on purpose. Probably not.

I'm in a cast now. My leg. I'm sore everywhere, despite the pain killers. This is not the first time my driving has landed me in a hospital. It might be my last, though. After this one, they might revoke my license. Luckily, no one else was hurt.

Speed kills. That's what they say. It doesn't. It just hurts like hell.

In the hall, I hear voices. The nurse came earlier, said I had a visitor, a girl. From the description, I know it's Sarah. I'm not sure I want to see her. No. I want to see her. But I don't want her pity, or her accusations. I just want her.

I look down at my leg. Broken in two places. I have bruising on my entire body. I was wearing my seat belt and the doctors said it saved my life. Lucky me.

More voices. The door creaks open. Maybe I should pretend I'm sleeping.

I see Sarah's face peak in. I lower my head. What is she doing here? Why is her number still the one to call in case of an emergency? I should really change that. And what does she care, anyway?

"Brad?"
"I'm up."

No point pretending.

"What happened?
"Stupid car ran off the stupid road.
"Were you speeding?
"Shut up!"

I regret raising my voice and look down. I was. I'm angry at myself, angry at her, angry at the world. She's so damn beautiful and I'm such a dork. No wonder she wouldn't marry me.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to...
"It's okay, Brad."

The tone in her voice does not hide the disappointment very well. Why do I keep putting myself through this? Is this the only way I can get her attention? What kind of relationship is that supposed to be?

Great! I'm crying now. She'll think I'm a sissy.

"It hurts? I should get the nurse.
"No."

I manage the strength to look at her.

"Dammit, Sarah, what are you doing here?
"They called me, told you'd been in an accident.
"No, I mean, why are you here? Why bother coming?
"Because I care about you.
"Yeah right.
"I do."

Sarah tries so hard to be nice to me, and I just shut her off. Why do I do that?

"Look, Brad, you're still my friend, despite everything. I hate to see you like this.
"Like what? Crippled?
"Beating yourself up. You've been doing it for years now, ever since...
"Ever since, yeah."

That's it. Shift the blame to her. Make this all her fault. Make her feel guilty. That will help your chances! What stupid moron I am!

She doesn't reply. I'm already pushing her away and she's barely been here a minute. I can't handle this anymore. My nerves are shot, the pain is killing me, and the woman of my dreams is just out of reach.

"Why don't you love me?"

I start sobbing. I can't control it anymore. I've been carrying the weight of her rejection for too long. Something's gotta give.

"I love you, Brad, but, just not... the way you want me to.
"Well, why not?
"Well, for one, you're too bleak. I mean, you already were when we were going out, always beating yourself and everyone down. I can't live with that. And, we were in high school. That's not the time to get married, or have kids, or raise a family.
"I've been trying so hard...
"Have you? Really? Look at you, Brad."

I look away. She's probably right on everything.

"Why are you so reckless?
"Maybe because I don't have anything to lose.
"But you're so wrong. You're smart, talented...
"Just not enough for you.
"And you have friends who care for you. I don't know why I still do, sometimes, you certainly don't make it easy!"

The tears have stopped. I'm calmer now.

"It's just... we had a life together and...
"And it's over. But that doesn't mean your life ends. What about that Brigitte you met last summer?
"Didn't last.
"Did you even give it a try?"

Brigitte. We hung out a couple of times, but she felt hollow. She did not complete me. She wasn't Sarah. Dammit.

"Or were you too busy comparing her to me?"

That girl knows me too much. Then again, we were together for about six months, and friends long before that.

"You know I wanted to marry ever since elementary school?
"I know. You proposed to me in second grade. I remember. Remember what I answered?
"No.
"We'll see when we get there."

She's right. Now I remember. Her exact words. She remembered. She always does.

"You and me, Brad, it was nice, but you took it too far, too fast. You've always been too fast.
"Always?
"Well, there were times when it was okay."

She smiles. God! I love that smile. It's what made me go for her in the first place.

"Brad, you need to find a way to get me out of your system. We're not going to get back together. I have someone new in my life... someone I hope can bring me the happiness I wish upon you.
"That Jim guy?
"Yes."

I try to smile.

"I could probably kick his ass.
"Yes. Probably."

I suppose I've been holding on to Sarah because she's the only girl who ever gave a damn about me. Well, there was Brigitte, but i cut her off rather abruptly. I'm so crazy sometimes. I act too fast, Sarah's right.

"I don't want our talks to be when I visit you in the hospital, Brad. That's not something I want to live over and over again.
"It's only the third time.
"Well, it's three times too many. You're done. Next time, I won't drop by. Not because I don't care, but because I do. You need to move on.
"I do, don't I?"

I remember when we first made love. It was after one of her games. She had made out with a lot of girls that night. I've always been a voyeur. I watched her get it on. We were all pretty drunk. We got sent into the closet together. I was so turned on I started kissing her there, and she kissed me back. Next thing I knew, I was doing her in the tight space of the closet. Next morning, we'd decided to give our relationship a try. Six beautiful months. Then I pop the question. What was I thinking? Was I high?

"I'll do better, Sarah. I promise.
"Don't promise me. Promise yourself."

We hear a commotion in the hall. Barry, Bonnie and Thomas arrive. I'm glad Sarah was the first. I needed to let things out, I needed to talk to her alone. We've had our time together. She's right, I need to let her go. Let her be happy. I still love her.

Once I get out of there, I think I'll give Brigitte a call. Maybe try my hand again, if she'll forgive my sorry ass.

[interesting]

It's time for me to step up to the plate. Not that I haven't done so previously, just that this time, I'm on my own. Well, that's not exactly true either. But I'll get to that in a moment.

My name is Jennifer and I'm a former lover of Sarah. Well, the former part is sometimes not as clear as Sarah makes it out, since we do spent a lot of time together, every so often we masturbate in front of the other and once in a while we actually have sex. We're just not in a committed or exclusive relationship. Which is fine by me, but I must tell you I'm afraid. Jim. He frightens me. I'm afraid once he's definitely into the picture, I'll lose part of the special relationship that I have with Sarah. I'm not sure she'll do me anymore.

You must think I'm so shallow, only thinking about sex. Well, I admit, sex is the first thing on my mind when I wake up and the last thing when I go to bed. Statistically, I'm not far away from being a nymphomaniac. The story of my life. I'm always so close to being exactly where or what or who I want to be. I'm almost Sarah's lover. I'm almost a nymphomaniac. I'm almost happy.

Second best is overrated.

I was born in Sacramento, but I moved a little further north when I started elementary school. I have known Sarah for as long as I can remember. We met in kindergarten. She has always been my best friend. Even today, she remains the best thing in my life. I'm an orphan you see. My parents died in a car accident with my younger brother when I was four. I got adopted by a loving couple who had a girl my age and a boy one year younger. My stepsister and brother, Janice and Daniel. I don't talk much about them for many reasons. In fact, most of my friends don't even know they exist, since they went to a different school than me. Only Sarah and Thomas know, I think. They'd have to, given what we've all been through together.

When I finished high school, I was in a relationship with Sarah. I could tell she was holding back. Our lovemaking, so unbelievable at the start, quickly became boring and repetitive. We tried to integrate games around it, but Sarah never got into them. We lasted a little under six months. I was the one who broke it off, because I could tell Sarah was slowly losing interest. She loves having sex with girls, but she needs a man for a relationship. I would have been content to live on love and sex alone, but without either, once we broke up, I had to do something with my life.

I met Anny in a bar. We hit it off, got to her place, had sex, then talked. She works with the homeless at a soup kitchen. Pay is cheap but the work is rewarding. I followed her there the next morning and found my calling. The disenfranchised. I guess... I can relate to them. There's a whole section of the old town where they hang out, far from the tourist traps. Unfortunately, and this is the story of my life, Anny, whom I was growing fond of, met a guy, moved to New York and I've never seen her since.

So, right now, I'm biding my time, working minimum wage to help the homeless. I also do odd jobs here and there... I may delve further into this eventually.

This long-winded introduction is only there so I can introduce my partner in crime for this dare, the next to last in our long series of 'getting to know Jim' dares. Sarah will be back at play next week. Meanwhile, I'm teaming up with Walter. Some of you may remember him from a previous week.

I can be mean sometimes. I never told her that the homeless man we met in the park is actually a very good friend of mine. I'd never risk her integrity with a stranger. I was aware of her aversion to the homeless, though not the reasons. Now that I understand it better, I may play on it at a later time. But enough about Sarah.

Walter is in his late thirties, a former mill worker, and an all-around good guy. He's also the only homeless man I ever allowed to get intimate with me. Walter is not like most homeless men. He doesn't drink, doesn't smoke, he's still got his wits about him. He's simply had a run of unbelievable bad luck, worst than mine actually. I'll spare you the details, but he can't go back. He's almost better on the street than anywhere else. First time we met, we talked for six hours. He told me his life story, then cracked up and told me his real story. We got to hanging out, once per week at the soup kitchen. Eventually, after about one year, I brought him along to do some dares, asking him to hold the camera while I posed for my dares. Some of them were pretty racy. On our second outing, he dared me to integrate him into my dares somehow. By that time, I was eighteen, so I actually ended up giving him a blow job, and he fucked my tits. Now, whenever I do a dare in the less reputable part of town, he's the lookout, usually jerking off to my stunts. We laugh about it a lot. I know he's not falling in love with me, and I also know he keeps our secret. If he didn't, then everything would stop, and neither of us wants that.

That day we met him so many weeks ago, I had pre-arranged the whole thing. Poor Sarah. Walter had chosen his suit accordingly, for the look, the scent of smoke and the smell of alcohol. His performance had been priceless. I'd rewarded him with a private show later.

Today, I still need Walter's help. Everything has already been set up. All that's left is to snare our victim. It's Sunday, so Jim is at the park, writing. I've been briefed on everyone else's effort. With Barry's help (actually, his money), I've had Walter, dressed as a presentable gentleman, get Jim's comics from his store. They're all sealed in plastic bags so we know they'll be all right, even if it should rain, which it never does during the day.

So we have three different books to play with. The plan might not work, but if it doesn't, it will have told us a lot about Jim. It might actually reveal more if he fails to participate. If he does, well, that will reveal something else entirely.

I'm at the end of the road, so I don't exactly know how things will proceed. I won't even know if Jim took the bait until I get a call from Walter.

The phone finally rings on that fateful Sunday. It's Walter.

"He's on the move.
"How did it go?
"Like a charm. I walked up to him, showed him the comic book. He seemed puzzled. I told him he had a secret admirer, and if he wanted to know more, he just had to follow the clues.
"And?
"Well at first, he was skeptical. He asked who I was, how I knew him. He asked if he had seen me before. I said, maybe, I get around.
"He recognized you?
"No. He was fishing.
"Then what?
"He opened the comic book, saw the crude map I drew, and asked why he should follow this map. I told him there was treasure of the greatest kind at the end. It took him a while, but he said he'd do it, on one condition.
"Which one is that?
"I had to tell him my name.
"And did you?
"I told him my name is Kennedy."

I smile.

"Are you sure he's following the map?
"No. But I have someone keeping an eye on him and he went in the right direction.
"Someone? Who?
"Some guy from the district.
"Walter, be careful. I trust you but...
"Don't worry, Chad's cool. Besides, Chad's stalking the guy, but I'll be stalking Chad.
"Okay. Keep me informed."

We say goodbye and hangup. From my perch, I can see the beach, the end point for this treasure hunt. I feel a slight breeze against my naked skin. This wouldn't be a dare if there was not some nudity involved, at least, that's my opinion. An hour or so passes by before I get another call from Walter.

"Hi, got some news from Chad.
"Great! Let's hear it. Good or bad?
"Good, actually. He got to the location, and he did the stunt, and he retrieved his comic book, and the next set of instructions.
"And?
"Well, Chad wasn't very specific.
"I need details, Walter.
"Okay... I'll get them at the next check-in."

I hang up. I'm a bit vexed. I've been perched naked for three hours, hidden on the roof of a building overlooking the beach, with my binoculars. I should have brought something else to pass the time. Maybe a dildo or something. I need to keep those sexual instincts in check for now.

About thirty minutes later (I still have a watch - the only thing I'm actually wearing), the phone rings.

"News?
"I got Chad to tell me about the first stunt. He's also completed the second.
"Which means he should be headed my way, if he follows through with the last set of instructions. Tell me about the first stunt.
"Well, Chad said he got to the abandoned construction site, then started to climb onto the railing, got up to the box and knocked it down. He opened it, got his comic out and saw the set of instructions to follow. Chad said he hesitated but seemed to go in the right direction.
"So he skipped a few beats.
"Yeah.
"Well, can't say it's unexpected."

The instructions were for Jim to climb onto the railing completely, and open the box from there. A difficult and slightly dangerous task; it was much easier to push it down. He's not into taking risks that might injure him.

"Okay, and the next event?
"Chad followed him to the pond. Chad says he took off his pants and entered the pond. When it was obvious he had to get fully underwater to retrieve his item, he pondered for a moment. He finally looked around and found the towel. He stripped down to his underwear and dove in, retrieving the final comic and the final instructions.
"Did you get a good picture?
"I did.
"Send it to me."

Within moments, I get a picture of Jim in his underwear. Nice.

"He dried himself with the towel, even removing his underwear but covering himself.
"Makes sense."

I imagine Jim naked for a moment. I may not have to imagine much longer, if all goes right.

"And?
"Well, I sent Chad away after that.
"Good. And is he heading in my direction?
"Near as I can tell.
"Okay. Follow but don't let him see you."

We hang up after goodbyes. I look towards the beach and wait for him to come into view. It feels like an eternity, even if my watch says thirty minutes.

I spot him, walking along the beach, heading to the designated spot. He pauses and looks around. From his angle, he can't see me, which is the point. I wish I was closer but Sarah was adamant, and I respect her decision. Jim has already retrieved all of his borrowed comics (which he did not have to pay for). The last instructions tell of a greater treasure, tied to a post in the sea. I personally placed it there. He is told to strip naked to retrieve it for an additional reward.

I eagerly await. I have chosen this spot because it is secluded, there are rocks so no one comes here. The day is getting late, which provides much shadow over the cove. Only from my vantage point do I have a clear line of sight.

He hesitates. One hand is already on my crotch. I can't believe I'm doing this. It turns me on so much.

He hurriedly pulls his top off, then his bottom, socks and underwear. I use the binoculars to their best effect. I see him dash into the water, splashing around, looking for the pole. He finds it, pulls it out and turns towards the beach. He sees the picture on one side of the plastic bag, and reads the instructions on the other. Will he do it?

He's facing me now, but his bottom half is still in the water. Does he suspect someone is watching him? He must. I would. I'm playing hard with myself now, trying to keep my focus on him. I see his hand reach into the water and stay there, in front of him. His arm flails back and forth. I can't see a thing because of the water but I don't care. He's doing it. I climax then and there with a loud scream.

When I finally look back with the binoculars, I focus on his face. He's in the throes of pleasure. He's masturbating to the edited image of my breasts and pussy (my face is removed, as well as any distinguishing marks). It drives me wild and I start on me again. Before I can finish, he runs out of the water, dries himself off with the towel (which he had carried along) and slips back into his clothes. I stop playing with myself. The moment is gone.

I'll have to give an account of this to Sarah, of course. I'll choose what I include and what I leave out. I have my secrets, things I don't want my friends to know yet. When you play truth or dare on a regular basis, it's important not to tell everything all at once.

For now, I'm content that Jim has passed all my tests. He's curious but careful, not willing to endanger himself, not afraid to get dirty or get wet, and able to follow instructions without actual knowledge of their origin. He's aware of his public surroundings but is able to bend his reserve.

Now, I need to find some way to thank Walter for his help. I'm pretty sure I'll come up with something he'll appreciate. I always do.

And I need to remember that I still owe a final gift to Jim. After all, he did follow through on the final instructions. That one, I keep for myself.

[interesting]

Next week are exams. I'm ready. I need to make a good impression. I've been lying low ever since the mid-terms. I got a C+. It could have been better. That's not the reason I've been lying low. The reason is that Jim has been under the scrutiny of my friends, leaving me free to concentrate on my studies, although that wasn't the actual intent.

They've all taken turns at watching him, understanding him, in order to help me. With friends like these, I feel either blessed or cursed.

Thomas was the first one up. He got one of his boxer friends to try to intimidate Jim. They spoke harshly to him, took his notebook where he's writing a police novel. Jim defused the situation without letting himself get bossed around and without violence.

Cassie and Claire got to perform in front of him without interacting with him; apparently, he's okay with lesbian relationships, at least, according to them. I guess if he's going to be playing around with us, it's better that way.

Bonnie uncovered his fetish : costumed superheroines. I still don't know how I'm going to use that one since I know practically nothing about that. He collects comic books, and Barry used it to gauge his passion. We got sidetracked by Brad's accident, but Barry got in touch with his friend, and apparently, Jim is really passionnate about comics. They ended up talking for over two hours, and Jim never let up. Again, I am uncertain as to how helpful this is, but I keep it in my backpocket.

Then, there was Jennifer and her treasure hunt. She has been pretty elusive about that one. She only said that he looks like the curious type, he followed the clues to their end. She came back with pretty good snapshots of Jim almost naked.

I'm now just wondering if we're all stalkers here, and if so, if it's wrong somehow. The point will become moot once exams are over next week. Thank God for that! I feel I've been chasing after Jim forever now.

I've already decided what my final dare is going to be. I contacted Bonnie and she has agreed to be my backup. Of course, the dare cannot work if Jim does not follow his routine.

That Sunday, Bonnie and me wait just outside his apartment building. It's almost noon, and we are both extremely nervous.

"Thanks for being here.
"No problem. Although I've never broken in twice into the same apartment. Are you sure you want me to stay?
"I am. It will be fun."

We wait a while longer, then we see Jim exit and head into the park direction. With no time to waste, we hurry inside the building and climb up the stairs to his apartment. I play the lookout while Bonnie unlocks the door. We hurry in and lock it behind us.

"What do we do if he comes back?
"We hide under the bed, Bonnie says. It's the only place where we can really hide."

Once inside, I head into the bedroom. I've already been topless in here. Time to top things up. I strip naked and hide all my clothes at the wall edge under the bed. I hear the click of a camera.

"We'll edit your face out later."

I agree with Bonnie. I lie down on Jim's bed and start posing. Bonnie directs me, takes a few snap shots.

"You want to play with yourself?
"No, too soon."

After a few quick snapshots, we travel to the bathroom. I enter the shower and turn on the water. I start showering. Bonnie joins me. She has removed her shirt and pants and is now in underwear and bra. She snaps pictures of me showering.

"Want to come in?" I ask.

I distinctly remember the last time we were in a shower together. She just smiles and keeps taking pictures. I wash myself completely, including my hair. Once I exit, I wrap a towel around myself, then one on my head. I check out Jim's beauty products. Soap, nothing fancy, aftershave, shaving cream. The bare minimum.

We head to the kitchen. I go close the blinds at the patio door. I look inside the fridge. I'm impressed at the quality of food, if not the quantity. He lives alone, after all. Juice, milk, eggs, fruit, vegetables, some meat in the meat drawer, regular cheese. I find peanut butter and jelly in the cupboard along with the bread. I dish out a knife and prepare a PB&J sandwich. I hand half to Bonnie. She snaps pictures of me while preparing the sandwich and then eating it.

When I'm done, I finish drying myself off and head towards the living room. I sit down, naked, in the loveseat and turn on the television. It opens to the weather channel. Sunny with slight chance of rain in the evening. I start flipping through the channels, to see which Jim has. Culture stuff. More culture stuff. A movie channel. Cartoons. More culture stuff. I go back to the cartoons. Bugs Bunny is playing at this hour : that's still on the air? I get to an episode with the skunk, Pepe. He's my favourite character, so clueless, makes me think of Jim. I like when he catches the 'girl' at the end. He does in this episode. 'Tunnel of love'. 'Tunnel d'amour'.

I turn off the television. I'm barely noticing Bonnie's presence as she follows me around, back to his room, snapping pictures once in a while. His computer is already on, so I sit down naked on his chair and start looking at his bookmarks. Culture, culture and more culture. Literary websites. Writing tools.

"Can you show me where you found the erotic stuff?"

For some strange reason, I want to see what kind of naked girls Jim is into. Bonnie helps me track it, and I start looking at these naked pictures. My God! These girls are hot. They all look like professional models. I quickly browse through them.

"What about the superheroines thing?

Again, Bonnie helps me find it. I log onto the samples page. There we go. I click on one sample and take in the action. It starts with a fight between two costumed girls. Then the image cuts to them pulling on their hair. It's a montage. The image cuts to one being tied up and undressed by the other. Then you have the victor (I'm guessing she's a bad girl) eating out the loser, before forcing herself into her with a strap-on. It's roleplay. I wish I recognized the characters.

I click on another sample. I see a man being pounded by a costumed heroine. Suddenly, he sprays her with some mist, and she starts coughing. He drags her into a room and forces her to suck on his member. Next, she's on all fours, her costume torn open, as he forces himself on her.

I notice I've been playing with myself the whole time. I like this. I click on another sample. Three superheroines are wriggling on the floor while a fourth girl, dressed in back, the bad girl, is laughing at them. The girls start to strip while the bad girl watches, and then they start to make out for no apparent reason. The bad girl says they're being mind controlled into submission. Pretty soon, all three costumes heroes are going at it.

I've seen enough. I ask Bonnie to hand me my device. She pulls out the dildo we brought along. I pull away from the desk, lean back in the chair, and start rubbing myself with the end of the toy. Once I'm wet enough, I plunge it in and start working. Bonnie is taking pictures all the while. She pulls down her panties and sits on the edge of the bed. I swirl the chair around so I am facing her. She starts fingering herself while I keep playing with myself. If Jim were to come back at this time, there would be no way for us to hide. I'm not stopping, no matter what happens. Neither is Bonnie.

I release much faster than her, but then again I've been arousing myself for longer. I pull out the toy, twist it around and start pumping it into her. I owe her that much from a few weeks past. She releases almost instantly. The room smells of sex and sweat. I've dripped on the chair, while Bonnie has dripped on the floor.

I wipe the dildo off with kleenex from beside the bed, then head to the bathroom to drop them into the bowl and flush. When I get back to the room, I see that Bonnie is wiping the chair and the carpet. Her behind is prepped up and I'm tempted to slide the dildo back into her. I hold back. We've done enough already. She turns to me.

"What?
"You got a nice piece of ass, too."

She wiggles it for me. I laugh.

I eventually sit down on the bed. My eyes wander along with my mind. Bonnie notices my situation and sits beside me.

"What's on your mind?
"Am I... sane? Are we normal?
"Honey, normal is overrated.
"I mean, this fascination, these games. It's all too much, sometimes.
"Is it?"

Bonnie turns my face towards her and plants one on my lips.

"It's normal to want to be with someone.
"Yeah, but... all this...
"So what's if it's not normal. Does it make you happy?
"I guess so.
"I know you enjoy this as much as, if not more than, the rest of us. Sarah, you're a player. You like to test yourself and test everything around you. You wouldn't be you if you were different.
"Sometimes, I just think I overdo it."

She hugs me tight.

"Sarah, right now, you're compensating for the fact that you can't be with him, not until a few days. You're just feeling the jitters. You're scared, aren't you?
"It's just... I've invested so much energy into this. If he says no... if he...
"Don't think like that. He's a nice guy. You just have to remember to take it slow once you go out with him. You can't ask him to make leaps of faith too fast. Understand?
"I think I do.
"You'll need to pace yourself. He's not even close to being on par with you. Play at his level, learn his limits before pushing them."

We hug tighter, then we let go. I kiss her on the nose.

"You're great. Barry's lucky.
"We're both lucky."

Bonnie recovers her panties. Only one thing left to do now. I make sure I'm dry everywhere, then I slip under his covers, hugging his pillow tightly against my chest. Bonnie retrieves the camera and snaps a few pictures of me. She pulls off the covers, and takes a few more snapshots of me, 'sleeping' in his bed. Once we're done, I retrieve my clothes.

Now we're left with a question. Do we erase traces of our presence or do we leave them there, to further the mystery? Bonnie recommends against it.

"Let's play it safe, for now."

I follow her advice. She closes the computer windows we opened. I go to put the peanut butter and jelly and bread back in the cupboard. I put the towels in the clothes hamper. I think I've been thorough, but Bonnie helps me double check.

"Once I'm home, I'll edit the pictures and send them to you.
"Don't edit them. Just send me the whole package.
"You know that's dangerous. If Jim should ever see them...
"I know. I like risks."

She will comply with my demand. Jim is my problem, after all. Always has been, even if I appreciate all the help my friends have provided.

Nothing to do now but wait for the exams and hope for the best.

[interesting]

The wait is over. Finally. I can breathe again.

I just exited the classroom after my final exam. I should pass, and not simply because I was pleasing to the teacher's eyes all semester long. I actually did learn things in this class, and I'm eagerly awaiting the results. I should at least get a C+, and hopefully a little better.

Poor Jim! I'm still surprised he hasn't put two and two together, given all that he's been subjected to this semester by me and my friends. We've prodded into his personal life, gained access to his home, learned many things and even possibly some secrets. He's been tested indirectly and directly at every turn, from bullies to treasure hunts to his passion for comic books.

I might actually feel bad about all that we did if I were someone else. But part of the challenge in chasing Jim was doing it under the radar, learning to understand his behaviour and see if there was hope for us. With all I've learned now, I am more certain than ever that I can make him mine, that I can impress myself upon him and help him meet me at least halfway.

And now, classes are over and he is no longer my T.A. That means all bets are off. Every bone in my body is aching to wait for him after class, to ambush him somewhere on campus, slam him against the wall and end these games. I fight back the instincts. There are still things I need to do before I can fully involve myself with Jim. There are two debts I need to repay.

I hang around the hall for a while. When I leaned in to thank Jim for the semester, I gave him an ample view of my cleavage, intentionally of course. Being a gentleman but a man first, he raised his eyes to mine, not before admiring the show for a brief moment. This gave me the opportunity to slip a memo card in the exam pile. My name and number are on it. It was Jennifer who recommended this to me.

"You have to let him make the call first. You have to be patient. If you simply jump in, sure, he might do you, but then you'll never know if it's because he wants to get to know you or if he's just trying to get you in the sack."

Eventually, I gather my strength and depart from campus. I still have one other exam on Thursday, and then it's over. That means, Thurdsay night, we party!

I contact Jennifer and Thomas and arrange everything. I'm told Claire and Cassie may join us, but they won't be able to confirm until that evening. Bonnie and Barry will be with Barry's family so they're out. I'd love to see them, but my time will be focused on fulfilling my obligations to my friends.

Jennifer. She's the one who made this entire affair possible. She's been the brains between most of the stunts, and the architect of both my pain and pleasure. I owe her so much I can't even begin to repay her, but I'll manage.

Thomas. He's the one who allowed me to finally express my feelings to my friends, not only about Jim but also about my ordeal with the homeless when I was fourteen. He's helped me face demons I thought would destroy me.

Our other roommates have already returned home to their families, so I'm all alone in the apartment. I shut the blinds in the living room and the kitchen, then start with my setup. We've invited Thomas for supper and Jennifer has agreed to go get him. She knows I'm planning something but she does not know what. I make sure everything is in place before they get there. This will be my final dare before I get with Jim. I will not be doing anything else until Jim contacts me, or until the Holidays are over, should he fail to contact me. I'm hoping for the former.

When Jennifer and Thomas enter, I don't go to greet them yet.

"Sarah, we're here!"

I wait until they shut the door before moving into view. They see me and freeze.

"Sarah, what are you wearing?"

I'm sporting a tight fitting leather corset, with straps that open to reveal sensitive areas of the body. I'm also wearing a studded choker with a leash, which I'm holding in my left hand. My hair is tied into a ponytail. I'm also wearing high heels for effect.

"Come in, mistress and master, come in."

They are too stunned to argue and they enter the living room. I help them get to the sofa, and I sit one beside the other. They are still trying to understand what is going on. I provide the explanation.

"So, finally says Jennifer, this is your way of paying us back for our help?
"I am yours, both, to command for the night and do as you please. This slave only asks to serve and obey her masters.
"Anything we ask? inquires Thomas.
"Anything at all."

I know this is risky, setting absolutely no limits. I also trust my friends with my life. I know they will respect me in their decisions.

"I have prepared a supper for you both. Mistress Jennifer, I have prepared a fried salmon steak with green beans and stir-fried noodles. And for you, master Thomas, a large helping of spaghetti with homemade tomato sauce.
"And you?
"I will eat whatever my masters give me."

Jenn and Tom look at each other complicitly. I know they are starting to ponder the possibilites.

"Shall I retire to my room and let my masters discuss this slave's fate?
"No. Stand there, motionless."

I assume the pose. They are whispering. I do my best not to listen. Jennifer is the first to speak up.

"We will eat now. You will first get a bowl, fill it water and place it here on the table."

I comply. I get the bowl, fill it with water and set it on the table, then stand still again. Thomas continues.

"You will retrieve both our plates, then set them in front of us. You will then get our ustensils and set them. Do this and return."

Both of the plates are ready. One is in the microwave, the other in the oven. I carry them both in a maid-like fashion, set them down before my masters and return to the kitchen, then set the ustensils. Jenn takes over.

"We will now eat. While we do, you will start lapping the water. You cannot stop lapping until we have finished eating. Understood, slave?
"Yes, mistress."

I kneel down before the low table and start lapping the water, like an animal. I go slowly : I need the water to last long and I don't want to get an ache in my stomach. I barely look up as Jennifer and Thomas start eating their respective plates. Thomas calls to me.

"Slave, look up."

I do. He's holding out a fork full of spaghetti.

"Chew this for me."

I bite on the fork and start chewing the spaghetti. I know it's good because I made it myself.

"Give me the bite now."

I stand up, go over to Thomas. We lock lips and I awkwardly transfer the chewed pasta and sauce to his mouth.

"Thank you slave."

I return to my lapping. Jennifer eventually asks for the same favor. I don't like fish as much but I perform my task with the same diligence before returning to my lapping. The taste of spaghetti from earlier lingers, and I realize I'm extremely hungry. I keep the need to myself.

It takes my masters about thirty or so minutes to finish their meal. I'm almost out of water, licking the bottom of the bowl.

"You may stop now, slave."

I stop. Jennifer is again first to speak.

"Expose your top to us, slave."

I undo the straps holding the flaps covering the breasts, and they fall off, dangling from the cloth. My breasts pop out. I see Jenn's eyes light up.

"Clear the table, then bring chocolate syrup back with you."

With no hesitation, I pick up plates, bowl and ustensils and carry them to the kitchen. From the cupboard, I bring back the syrup. As Jennifer takes the bottle from me, Thomas speaks.

"Lay your back on the table."

As soon as I am set up, Jennifer goes around to the other side and pours chocolate syrup on my breast, having fun doing it. She does the same for the other breast. She goes down on one, while Thomas goes down on the other. I close my eyes as their lips and tongues caress my flesh, licking the syrup away. Jennifer is more thorough than Thomas, eventually picking up where leaves off until my breasts are clean again. Jennifer kisses me.

"You may stand now."

I return to my upright position.

"Are you hungry my slave? asks Thomas.
"I am, master.
"We will give you something to eat then."

He gets up and walks me to the kitchen. Jennifer follows. He opens the fridge as Jenn lays me down on the kitchen table.

"Close your eyes, slave, and do not open them for any reason."

As I carry out the order, I hear Thomas rummaging through the fridge.

"We will now feed you. We will put things in your mouth. You are not to chew or swallow until we tell you to."

I nod my understanding and open my mouth. At first, they put a scoop of peanut butter in my mouth. Then, something cold, like ice cream. Olives. Soy sauce.

"You may now chew."

I start masticating. The peanut butter is sticking to my mouth, while the ice cream melts. The acid in the olives and the salt in the soy sauce make for a strange combination.

"Now swallow."

I do my best not to gag as the food makes its way down my throat.

I feel Jennifer unbuckling the lower section of my uniform, exposing my lower region. I hear disappointment in her voice.

"Not very encouraging. We'll have to remedy that."

I feel her tongue down there. I moan. Thomas speaks up.

"Be silent, slave."

Jenn is slowly letting her tongue stimulate me, and now I'm feeling stimulated. After what seems to be a minute, she pulls away.

"That's more like it."

I feel something cold and strange rubbing against me now, something long and smooth. My muscles contract at first, but repeated rubbing loosens them, and the food item glides inside. I have to hold back a scream. It's very big, bigger than what I'm used to. It slides in and out and I have to do my utmost not to react. It doesn't remain there very long, though. I suddenly sense it against my lips, cold and wet now. It is slowly eased into my mouth. Thomas speaks.

"Bite into it."

A cucumber. I figured as much.

"You may eat it normally."

As I swallow the first bite, it makes its way back to where it started, entering me again. The sensation is not unpleasant but feels definitely unnatural. After a few strokes, it is removed and brought back to my mouth. I bite again. The scene continues until I have eaten it all, and am now highly stimulated.

I sense Thomas pulling me up. I keep my eyes closed as he carries me back to the living room. He sets me on all fours on the low table.

"And now for dessert."

I feel his sex against my lips and immediately swallow it. I've done this a few times before so it's not intimidating anymore. I take the opportunity to enjoy this because once I'm with Jim, he may not want me to do that to anyone else.

I feel movement behind me, then suddenly I feel something rubbing against my own sex. I recognize Jennifer's strap-on as she mounts me. I have a hard time focusing on what to do. Jennifer's words snap me to attention.

"Now slave, here are the rules. As long as I am inside you, you may not remove your mouth from master Thomas' sex. He must not come before you do."

Jennifer provides me with the focus I need. This takes me back to our wilder daring days, where anything was possible and our limits were still very unclear. It was a simpler time, one without any constraints. Age redefines you. My reflexion is cut short by the pumping action Jennifer is doing, so I return my attention to Thomas. I glide my tongue on his member, while I feel Jenn's artificial one ride me expertly. She knows each one of my sweet spots. I am now in the throes of a very potent orgasm and don't want it to stop. Even when I finally cool down a little, Jennifer remains there, pumping away, bringing me back up. She's been wanting to do that for weeks. I finally manage to focus back on Thomas, noticing the twitch he does whenever he is about to come. I slow down, hoping it will halt his progress. It does. I sense a second orgasm coming.

"Now, my slave, says Jennifer, slowing down for a moment, you will let master Thomas release into your mouth."

Now, that, I don't like. I don't mind giving head but I always pull away before. I personnally don't like the taste nor the sensation.

"But do not swallow."

Even worse. It has to remain in my mouth. I know they would not blame me if I pulled away or accidentally swallowed. But there's something in the game of playing a slave that makes one want to test their limits, and pull them back. I will endure this ordeal.

As Jennifer starts pumping hard again, I go to work, determined to see this thing through. My friends know this might be the last time we get to play like this, without limits. I must not let them down. I go deep on Thomas, using only my mouth, until finally, in the midst of my own orgasm, he shoots into my mouth. I hold back the gag reflex as best as I can, even if some it spills out. There's a lot more of it than I anticipated. I keep sucking, because Jennifer is still inside me and I remember the rules. She is pumping fierce now. I'm having a hard time breathing, some of Tom's juices are clogging my throat. I sense a third orgasm incoming. Tom, who was going limp, is getting hard again. How much more can I take? I hear Tom's voice through the haze.

"I am pulling out now. Keep it in your mouth. Keep your eyes closed also."

Even though some of it spills out as he moves away, I manage to hold onto most of it. Jennifer's pumping is driving me crazy. I feel as if I'm going to break in two. Just as I reach my third climax, I feel something sticky on my face. Tom is shooting again, so soon after the first time, and it lands in my face, in my hair and in my eyes. It drips along my cheeks and to my lips. I hold back the disgust. Jennifer finally pulls out and I almost collapse on the table.

My mind immediately races to Jim. What would he say if he saw me like this? I have to convince myself that I am not currently seeing Jim, therefore currently as unattached as both of my friends. I may be seeing him in the very near future, and I am hoping as such, but for the here and now, it is just me. I feel almost nostalgic. This could actually be the last time I can let Jenn fuck me or the last time I can suck on Tom (since he also won't do anything more involved). With this stunt, I feel I am paying my dues, offering myself up as a buffet to my friends before I take the plunge. I wonder if that's how Bonnie felt when she fell for Barry.

I remember when they first had their sexual encounter in the shower. Bonnie was never entirely the same after that. Before, she allowed us access to her entire body. After, she changed the rules of access, and even when we were allowed to touch her, Barry would have to be present. Will I be like that, I wonder. Can I be like that? How about Jim? So many unanswered questions linger in my mind.

"You can spit it out now, in this glass."

Thomas' command snaps me back to reality, and I'm only happy to oblige. Jennifer provides me with water, which I use to rinse the taste, then she washes my face as well. I feel somewhat cleaner, but there's still some in my hair.

"You can also open your eyes now."

I had not even realized my eyes were still closed. The light from the room temporarily dulls my sense of sight. Jennifer has removed the tool she used on me and Thomas has pulled up his pants. I feel like I've missed some trick. I put my hand in my hair and taste it. It's not... it's mayonnaise. First one was real, second one, not so much. I knew it was too quick a recovery, even for someone like Thomas. I try to keep my cool and remain in character.

"Did you enjoy that, slave?
"I did, mistress.
"Very good. Now, you will go take a shower, then change into your night clothes. We are going out tonight, are we not?
"If that is your wish, mistress.
"Oh it is! But since we'll be out in public, we'll need to set new ground rules. Your slavery will end at exactly midnight. Until then, you are ours to command.
"I am yours to command."

I'm glad the sex is out of the way. It's the easy part for me. I've done it so many times with them it's almost second nature now.

As I stand, I feel faint. The taste of the food and Tom's fluids is making me feel dizzy.

"I have to throw up, master."

Thomas must feel that I'm not entirely play-acting here, because he helps me to the bathroom.

"You may throw up in the bowl."

I bend over and finally let the gag reflex take its course. That meal did not suit me well. They may later let me eat something more consistent. Right now, I need to rinse my mouth, take that shower and get ready for the rest of the night. I have a feeling my ordeal has only just begun, and I'm looking forward to the rest of it.

[interesting]

"Seriously, Sarah, don't you think you're overdoing it a little?"

I wipe myself in the bathroom stall and pull up my skirt. There's music in the background. I hear Jennifer's voice from the other side of the door.

"It's not like we're never gonna be able to play together again!"

Listening to us, you'd think we're nine years old. Instead, we're two young women in their prime out for a night on the town. And the games we're refering to are of a slightly different nature than those we played when we were nine. I step out of the booth and go wash my hands.

"What do you mean, overdoing it?
"Sarah... I mean come on. You let Thomas and me fuck you. Together.
"So?
"So we haven't done anything this crazy for years.
"Your point?"

Jennifer spins me towards her and locks gaze.

"Are you sure you're all right? You haven't taken anything, have you?
"No. You know I don't do drugs!
"Sarah, this is serious.
"Yes, mistress.
"No, not mistress right now."

I cross my arms over my chest.

"Look, Jenn, it's no stranger than what we did at the midterm party, with Brad and Thomas, Claire and Cassie taking their turns on me, then what happened in the shower with Bonnie and Barry.
"You're right, and it's strange. Think about it!"

I humor her and reminisce on the past. Our first dares. The psychological, physical and sexual exploration. It was an interesting and troubling time in our lives. I practically had sex with anyone and everyone back then. Only reason I never did Thomas was because of his attraction to men and Barry because Bonnie would not let us near him. Things cooled off when we ended high school and went our separate ways. Even the parties we did were tamer. Our last one, just two months ago, was pretty wild. Come to think of it, it was almost an orgy. I distinctly remember Brad being sucked on by Thomas, whom I was myself blowing, while Claire or Cassie... or was it Jennifer... was eating me out. And of course, with Bonnie in the shower, that was intense and... I kissed Barry.

I freeze. Jenn is looking at me funny. I'm feeling something in my stomach, and I hope I'll be able to keep down the sandwich I ate getting here.

I'Ve never kissed Barry before. No, wait. Was I kissing Barry or Jim? My memory becomes muddled. Jenn grabs hold of my shoulder and sits me back down in the stall.

"Are you okay?
"I honestly don't know. I actually...
"Yeah, you did."

She's probably refering to what just happened at our apartment a few hours ago, but I'm still focused on that kiss. My lips locked with Barry's, our tongues met and... I lean my head against the side wall.

"This Jim, he's really got you worked up good, doesn't he?
"It's been two days and he hasn't called...
"There could be so many reasons, you know."

Her words are barely reaching my ears. I wasn't kissing Barry, at least, not in my mind. The lips were Jim's. I recall Jim being in the room, but I know he wasn't there. It wasn't him I was riding up and down, it was... Jennifer? No. Thomas wasn't there and... was I riding Jim? No. My fantasy is playing with my memory.

"I think you've had enough to drink tonight."

She caresses my hair. Tears roll down my eyes uncontrollably, even though I don't really feel sad. Jennifer is right, the alcohol is getting to me. I've only had three beers... and a few shooters... there was that drink also... and I sipped on Jennifer's glass...

Jennifer helps me get up and we exit the bathroom. I dry the tears. I'm not wearing too much makeup so it should not show. I barely glance at the dancers as we make our way through the crowd and return to our table, where Thomas is sitting alone, possibly wondering what has been taking us so long.

"There's some man meat tonight..."

The comment slips by me. I might have had a witty comeback if I weren't so out of it.

"I'm gonna walk up to the bar, try to chat up a conversation with a few of the locals. See you girls later."

Thomas is oblivious to my condition. I'm glad he's enjoying himself. It was, after all, him who chose the place. I don't mind the gay bar scene, in fact, it keeps me from temptation. Having a girlfriend along is also a good way to avoid being hit on by lust-driven girls. I lean against Jennifer. She speaks but the words fail to make their way to my ears because of the music. I simply nod and let myself drift off.

My mind clears after a while. Thomas has returned, still empty-handed. He really needs to work on his pickup skills. In all the time I've been following him around to his favorite hangouts, he has never once been able to close. I'm a little sad for him but he takes it in stride.

"What are you two gorgeous ladies up to?
"I'm helping Sarah sober up. She's been pretty... dazed."

I straighten myself up and kneel towards Thomas. I can hear better now.

"Tom, am I going overboard?
"What do you mean?
"Am I overcompensating or some such thing because of Jim?
"You'll have to be more specific.
"Well... like what happened at the apartment.
"I enjoyed it.
"I know you did. We all did. But I mean... am I really going too far?"

Jenn interjects.

"I didn't say too far, I just said maybe you're not thinking clearly.
"Well, what do you think Tom?"

I realize this is neither the time nor the place for Tom to have such a conversation. I ask anyway because I trust him to be honest with me, even moreso than Jennifer.

"You know what, maybe. Who cares?
"Well, I kinda do.
"Then care. But listen, Sarah, are you happy?
"I am.
"And you like having fun?
"Yeah.
"And you're afraid with Jim around you might have... less fun?
"I don't know. Maybe?"

Tom gets in really close to me.

"Honey, remember when you got me involved in these dares?
"Yeah... through your sister.
"Nope. That's not how it happened.
"We were playing with your sister, and we decided to invite you over so you could be her slave.
"That's not what I'm talking about. Before that, you ambushed me in the boys' locker room, and you asked to see my dick. You said you'd never seen one. Now I was suspicious, because I knew you'd been with Mick and... that other guy... now we'd been friends in our first year of high school, but you'd pretty much ignored me until that day. I was skeptical but I played along. Well, after you left, I had a talk with my sister.
"And?
"She told me about you, about your dares, about how you'd initiated everyone else. How somehow, you'd convinced everyone to turn their life around and go all crazy with this daring stuff. You've always been the glue, Sarah.
"The glue?
"You're the one that brought us together. We've shared stuff... and not just our bodies! Stories of our lives, our truths... man, the things I told you all. That creates a bond, you know. And it can be broken, but only if we lose trust in each other.
"Okay?
"When you invited us into your apartment earlier today, you knew what to expect, right?
"Sort of. I mean, you surprised me a little.
"But you knew we'd respect you and wouldn't do anything you would not like, or hurtful. Just some humiliation, some pain, a lot of fun.
"I did.
"Otherwise you would never have gone along with what happened, am I right?
"I suppose you are."

Jennifer has pulled in as well, and we are now all in close proximity.

"Trust, Sarah. That's what it's about, I think.
"But I don't see what that has to do with my question?
"Maybe you are crazy, Sarah, but if you are, then we're just as crazy as you. Maybe you are overdoing it. I can't tell you that. Only you know your own limits, if you've infringed upon them. I can tell that whatever happens, whatever decisions you make, I'll respect them. I know you'll respect mine."

Thomas smiles. With the effects of the alcohol diluted, I'm more able to appreciate the sentiment he is expressing, a rare occasion for Thomas. I hug him tight.

"And while I do appreciate your friendship, it's not getting me laid."

Jennifer and I laugh. Thomas is also laughing, but I can sense some desperation behind the joke.

"Tell you what, loverboy. We'll help you catch a mate for the night.
"I'd like something more than for the night.
"Well, we can't do miracles but we'll do what we can."

I look at Jennifer and she agrees with my plan.

"Pick a guy you like in the crowd."

Thomas hesitates. For a moment, he wonders how serious I am. Then he goes along with it and points to a guy on the dance floor. Thomas has good taste. Great physique, short black hair, great eyes, wearing tight jeans and a tighter shirt. Yummy. Too bad he's gay. Wait, no, great! He's gay! I've got to start thinking for Thomas now.

I look at Jenn. We motion for Thomas to stay there and head for the dance floor, in search of our prey, ready to snare him, whoever he is.

[interesting]

It's Thursday night. I am hanging out with my friends Jennifer and Thomas at a local gay bar. Thomas' idea, not that I mind, the music is great and the people are friendly. For the night, I'm already tagged with Jennifer so the other girls leave me alone. Right now, though, Jennifer and I are on a mission. Thomas has always been such a great friend to me, even after we lost touch during some of our high school years. He's helped me so much in recent weeks, I feel I owe him a favor. I've already provided a little for him this evening, earlier. I'm still somewhat dazed over the entire ordeal, but again, Thomas has helped me to cope with my conflicted feelings. It's only fitting I try to help him out.

Jenn and I first circle the dance floor. Our target is dancing the night away, not a care in the world. As Thomas himself would say, he is one fine piece of man meat.

We integrate the dance from each side of the floor and meet towards the middle. We move about so the man is dancing between us. He remains oblivious to our intent, but not to our presence. I look at Jennifer and let her make the connection : she is much better at this than I am.

"Hi!"

We can barely hear ourselves over the music. The man smiles at Jenn but says nothing.

"My name's Jenn. This is Sarah.
"Hello ladies."

The dance slows for the three of us. The man is intrigued at our presence, probably wondering why two lovely ladies are manifesting interest in him in a place like this.

"I'm Timothy.
"You look so hot!"

I like Jennifer. She's always straightforward.

"Thanks, but I don't swing that way.
"Neither do I."

Timothy looks confused. Jenn gets in close, bypassing him and starts slow dancing with me. Timothy appears puzzled but amused.

"Did you girls want something?"

Jennifer turns towards him.

"As a matter of fact, we did. Well, actually, not us. Our friend.
"Ah!"

I move in.

"Yeah... he's been eyeing you for a time, but he's somewhat shy and doesn't want to make a bad impression, so we decided we'd give him a leg up.
"That friend have a name?
"Thomas. We call him Tom.
"And how is this Tom different from all others?"

Jennifer picks up that one.

"Well, for starters, he's a really nice guy. Second, I think you're his type. Third, I won't take no for an answer. He's my friend, and what Tom wants, Tom gets!"

The man is amused at Jenn's boldness. There is some alcohol in him so his inhibitions are possibly lower than usual.

"Well, if he's so important to you girls, he must be one special guy.
"Would you like to meet him?
"Why not?"

We grab him by the arms and pull him off the dance floor and towards the table. Thomas sees us arriving, looks around to try to find a place to hide but there is nowhere to go. Timothy is looking at Thomas, who is shying away from eye contact. How can a man so strong in his normal life be so awkward in relationships? We'll have to work on that.

We sit Timothy in front of Thomas and take the side chairs so we're face to face.

"Tom, this is Tim. Tim, Tom."

They shake hands. Thomas is still having a hard time looking up.

"Don't worry, bro, I think we're both being set up here."

I'm glad Timothy is playing along. This will help our little endeavor. He seems genuinely intrigued by the goings-on. Better roll with it.

"So, we were thinking, starts Jennifer, that it might be fun to play a quick game to get to know one another. Tom?
"Sure... whatever.
"Sarah?
"I'm all for games.
"Tim?
"Count me in."

Jennifer laughs. We've had a few minutes to discuss the details of the game so I start talking.

"Basic game. Thomas gives a word to me, I have to try to make Jennifer guess it with only hand gestures. If I fail, I take a shot. Wether I succeed or fail, I give a word to Timothy, etc. Got it?
"Sounds simple enough."

Jennifer cuts in.

"Why don't we replace shots with something more enticing?"

I jump in.

"What do you have in mind?
"Well, if you fail, you have to do a dare. Something that can be done in here.
"Okay, what if I win?
"Then you get to impose a dare on the next player. Tim, Tom, what do you think?"

Tim gets serious for a moment.

"What kind of dares are we talking about here?
"Something that can be done here, in the bar. Nothing too fancy."

Tim hesitates for a moment. I know Tom is hoping for a positive answer. Doing dares will definitely loosen him up.

"Okay, sure."

We all smile. I start.

"Tom, hit me."

We start playing. It's a bit unfair because Jenn and I know each other so well that I have her guess the word in no time. I turn to our guest.

"Tim, your dare?
"Yes?...
"You have to... show us your stomach and chest."

He pulls up the shirt. He is every bit as athletic as we had imagined. Thomas is staring intently.

I give a word to Tim. Try as he might, he can't get Thomas to guess it. So it's another dare for Tim, still from me.

"How about... you... stand on your chair and spin around."

Tim seems amused by my silly dares. Good. I thought they might work better on him than more obviously erotic dares. He gets up, spins around on himself. Thomas' eyes are not leaving his body.

Tim returns, gives a word to Jenn. I immediately guess her hand signals, but I decide to play with it and fail. Jenn now has to do a dare.

"Why don't you two girls kiss?"

As if that was going to be a problem. I'm guessing Tim is probably bisexual, not that it would be a problem for Tom.

I look at Jennifer. We lean in and our lips lock for some time. I manage to notice that Tim is actually looking over at Tom and not us. All we needed was to get them to sit down at the table together.

Next up is Jenn giving a word to Thomas. Thomas fails, of course. Jenn says.

"Why don't you guys kiss, then?"

I know Thomas has been waiting for this since we sat down. I feel like Timothy is also into it, as their lips lock and they exchange fluids. I get a feeling that Timothy is looking more for a one-night stand than an actual relationship. I'm tempted to say something to Jennifer, but one look at her tells me she's come to the same conclusion. We both know how badly Thomas wants a man in his bed. We're not going to ruin this night for him.

We carry on with the game for several turns. I end up showing my breasts, as does Jennifer (we do it discreetly), while Tom gets to have his back massaged by Timothy. Eventually, they ditch us and leave the bar. Thomas will thank us later. I move closer to Jenn.

"You know, I'm glad for Tom, even if it is a bit sad.
"Sad how?
"Well, it doesn't look like Tim is looking for a steady relationship.
"I think right now, all Tom needs is a good lay. He's been with more girls in the past months than men. I mean, for God's sake, you sucked him twice, remember?
"I know, my bad."

We laugh it off. Thomas will be fine, once he gets Timothy into his system, so to speak. Jennifer looks at me.

"What do we do now?
"I say we go home, take a bath, rub ourselves with lotion and give each other a massage. Then, we go to bed.
"What? No sex for us?
"Haven't you had enough of me tonight?"

She smiles.

"I'll never have enough of you."

We kiss fleetingly. It feels good to have a friend as true as Jennifer. I'd be lost without her. I just hope Thomas finds someone meaningful soon. I'm hoping my relationship will be as rewarding as all my others, hopefully even more rewarding. Right now, I can only hope. Christmas is in a few days. I'm going over to my parents' place. If Jim does not call before then, it will have to wait after Christmas.

I can't wait for his call. I have so many games planned for him.

[interesting]

I'm lying in bed now and Jim is riding me. It is the first day of the New Year, and I'm making love to Jim in Bonnie and Barry's bed. We leave the others in the other parts of the house and retreat to the sanctuary of the bedroom. There, Jim lays me down on the bed and starts caressing my body, kissing it everywhere. I close my eyes as his mouth, lips and tongue, work their way across my shoulders, stomach, breasts. He gets to my lips. I pull back a little, playing with his desire. He forcefully presses his lips against mine and I tremble. We kiss for what seems like an eternity. I enjoy his kisses, they fill me with desire and lust. His hands are on my hair, and I feel his manhood rubbing gently against my leg, making its way closer and closer to its destination. I let the anticipation fill me with all manner of desire.

"I think I love you..."

Jim smiles.

"I know I love you."

He comes back to my face and we kiss again. As he moves, his manhood sets itself to the proper angle. He starts sliding it into me. I bite my lip and my face turns. I want him so bad. Suddenly, he's inside me, and starts moving in and out. I sense tears rolling down my cheeks. He pauses.

"Are you all right? Am I hurting you?
"No."

I manage to speak through the emotions.

"I' ve just been dreaming of this for so long."

He kisses me again.

"I've been dreaming about this too."

He remains there, inside me, motionless, for a moment. I feel him hard and good. I let the sensation impress itself upon me.

"You weren't crying in the other room...
"That was different."

It's true. This may be the second time we have sex, but this is the first time we make love. I start moving about, and he understands. He resumes his work on me. With his hands, he caresses my shoulders or cups my breasts, alternating between them. As the pace quickens, he kisses me before straightening himself, getting down on his knees and resuming. I feel him so well now, entering me and then partially pulling out, in a non-repetitive motion, with infrequent lulls in the action. I feel my face reacting to the pleasure, I moan with delight to let him know my appreciation. Giving myself to him is so much better than imposing myself on him. I've always been more submissive in matters of sex, maybe because I am so masterful in everything else in my life.

He lifts my legs up, and leans in, allowing him to go deeper. I moan louder : I don't really mind if the others hear in the rest of the house. Jim is really into it. For the first time in a long time, I'm not fantasizing about anything or anyone. I'm with Jim, in bed, and we're making love, and that's all that's happening.

From between my legs, I see his face contort. Tell tale signs. I want to tell him to stop, I want to tell him to switch positions and start over. I let him go, I let him finish. I feel his release into me, feel the warmth and thrust, and it drives me over the edge as well. I let out a loud scream that covers his own.

For the next few minutes, we remain motionless, locked into each other. Eventually, he pulls away and lies on his back beside me. I roll over to my side, facing him. I still feel him inside me, feel his warmth and his love seeping into my every cell. I smile at him. He finally tilts his head to the side, facing me.

"Three times in one night..."

He seems shocked. I simply go and lay my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. I have things I want to tell him, but they will wait for the morning. They will wait.

We hear the door open. Barry's head pops in.

"Are you... done?
"Why? I ask.
"Because it's my bedroom?"

Jim starts laughing and I follow. Barry pushes the door open. Bonnie is behind him. Both of them are still naked. Barry speaks.

"Well, we sort of wanted the room to ourselves, now, if you don't mind. Thomas is already gone, Claire and Cassie are in the living room with Jennifer. We have a spare bunk, we can set you up in the kitchen, maybe?
"Kitchen is fine, answers Jim."

He looks at me.

"Kitchen is fine, right?
"As long as you're there, I could sleep anywhere."

We both get up.

"So, we're gonna see you around, more Jim?
"Barry, it's a given!"

They shake hands. I go to Bonnie and kiss her passionately.

"Have fun, you two.
"And you!"

Barry shows us where to get the spare bunk. As we get into the kitchen, we see the loveseat is already unfolded into a bed. We set up the bunk so we can't readily see into the living room or be seen from there. I want some intimacy right now, and I know what the three girls have planned. I know they'll be as discreet as possible about it. The idea does come to my mind that we could go watch, and they probably wouldn't mind, but right now, Jim is all the loving I need. The morning will come, and life will chart a new course for us.


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