[FICTION] The Trials of Sara and Jim - Part 2

interesting · 10-02-2008, 09:05 AM

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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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interesting · 10-02-2008, 10:05 AM

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.

interesting · 10-02-2008, 09:49 PM

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!

interesting · 10-02-2008, 11:14 PM

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 · 10-03-2008, 06:23 AM

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 · 10-03-2008, 08:10 AM

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 · 10-03-2008, 10:36 AM

"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 · 10-03-2008, 12:28 PM

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 · 10-04-2008, 11:55 PM

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!

interesting · 10-05-2008, 10:08 PM

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?"

interesting · 10-06-2008, 06:22 AM

"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 · 10-06-2008, 10:25 PM

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 · 10-07-2008, 06:10 AM

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 · 10-07-2008, 06:45 AM

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 · 10-07-2008, 12:48 PM

"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.

10-02-2008, 09:05 AM	#1
interesting getDare Succubus Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: Somewhere between here and there, in Quebec, Canada... Posts: 1,662 Blog Entries: 27	The Trials of Sara and Jim - Part 2 Click here for Part 1 - This is Part 2! Click here to comment on the original thread! 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 - __________________ You can visit my erotic stories website at: interestinglifestories.weebly.com This link can get you to all of my stories on this site as well: *Blog for my GD stories* Last edited by Leopard; 01-05-2011 at 03:53 AM.

10-02-2008, 10:05 AM	#2
interesting getDare Succubus Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: Somewhere between here and there, in Quebec, Canada... Posts: 1,662 Blog Entries: 27	Sarah's Flirtations, week 1 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. __________________ You can visit my erotic stories website at: interestinglifestories.weebly.com This link can get you to all of my stories on this site as well: *Blog for my GD stories*

10-02-2008, 09:49 PM	#3
interesting getDare Succubus Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: Somewhere between here and there, in Quebec, Canada... Posts: 1,662 Blog Entries: 27	Sarah's Flirtations, week 2 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! __________________ You can visit my erotic stories website at: interestinglifestories.weebly.com This link can get you to all of my stories on this site as well: *Blog for my GD stories*

10-02-2008, 11:14 PM	#4
interesting getDare Succubus Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: Somewhere between here and there, in Quebec, Canada... Posts: 1,662 Blog Entries: 27	Sarah's Flirtations, week 3 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? __________________ You can visit my erotic stories website at: interestinglifestories.weebly.com This link can get you to all of my stories on this site as well: *Blog for my GD stories*

10-03-2008, 06:23 AM	#5
interesting getDare Succubus Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: Somewhere between here and there, in Quebec, Canada... Posts: 1,662 Blog Entries: 27	Sarah's Flirtations, week 4 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. __________________ You can visit my erotic stories website at: interestinglifestories.weebly.com This link can get you to all of my stories on this site as well: *Blog for my GD stories*

10-03-2008, 08:10 AM	#6
interesting getDare Succubus Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: Somewhere between here and there, in Quebec, Canada... Posts: 1,662 Blog Entries: 27	Sarah's Flirtations, week 5 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. __________________ You can visit my erotic stories website at: interestinglifestories.weebly.com This link can get you to all of my stories on this site as well: *Blog for my GD stories*

10-03-2008, 10:36 AM	#7
interesting getDare Succubus Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: Somewhere between here and there, in Quebec, Canada... Posts: 1,662 Blog Entries: 27	Sarah's Flirtations, week 6 "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. __________________ You can visit my erotic stories website at: interestinglifestories.weebly.com This link can get you to all of my stories on this site as well: *Blog for my GD stories*

10-03-2008, 12:28 PM	#8
interesting getDare Succubus Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: Somewhere between here and there, in Quebec, Canada... Posts: 1,662 Blog Entries: 27	Sarah's Flirtations, week 7 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. __________________ You can visit my erotic stories website at: interestinglifestories.weebly.com This link can get you to all of my stories on this site as well: *Blog for my GD stories*

10-04-2008, 11:55 PM	#9
interesting getDare Succubus Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: Somewhere between here and there, in Quebec, Canada... Posts: 1,662 Blog Entries: 27	Sarah's Flirtations, week off, part 1 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! __________________ You can visit my erotic stories website at: interestinglifestories.weebly.com This link can get you to all of my stories on this site as well: *Blog for my GD stories*

10-05-2008, 10:08 PM	#10
interesting getDare Succubus Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: Somewhere between here and there, in Quebec, Canada... Posts: 1,662 Blog Entries: 27	Sarah's Flirtations, week off, part 2 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?" __________________ You can visit my erotic stories website at: interestinglifestories.weebly.com This link can get you to all of my stories on this site as well: *Blog for my GD stories*

10-06-2008, 06:22 AM	#11
interesting getDare Succubus Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: Somewhere between here and there, in Quebec, Canada... Posts: 1,662 Blog Entries: 27	Sarah's Flirtations, week off, part 3 "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. __________________ You can visit my erotic stories website at: interestinglifestories.weebly.com This link can get you to all of my stories on this site as well: *Blog for my GD stories*

10-06-2008, 10:25 PM	#12
interesting getDare Succubus Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: Somewhere between here and there, in Quebec, Canada... Posts: 1,662 Blog Entries: 27	Sarah's Flirtations, week off, part 4 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. __________________ You can visit my erotic stories website at: interestinglifestories.weebly.com This link can get you to all of my stories on this site as well: *Blog for my GD stories*

10-07-2008, 06:10 AM	#13
interesting getDare Succubus Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: Somewhere between here and there, in Quebec, Canada... Posts: 1,662 Blog Entries: 27	Sarah's First Dare Retold, part 1 (Sarah's Flirtations) 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." ============================================= "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! __________________ You can visit my erotic stories website at: interestinglifestories.weebly.com This link can get you to all of my stories on this site as well: *Blog for my GD stories*

10-07-2008, 06:45 AM	#14
interesting getDare Succubus Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: Somewhere between here and there, in Quebec, Canada... Posts: 1,662 Blog Entries: 27	Sarah's First Dare Retold, part 2 (Sarah's Flirtations) 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. __________________ You can visit my erotic stories website at: interestinglifestories.weebly.com This link can get you to all of my stories on this site as well: *Blog for my GD stories*

10-07-2008, 12:48 PM	#15
interesting getDare Succubus Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: Somewhere between here and there, in Quebec, Canada... Posts: 1,662 Blog Entries: 27	Sarah's First Dare Retold, part 3 (Sarah's Flirtations) "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..." ============== "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. ===================== "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. __________________ You can visit my erotic stories website at: interestinglifestories.weebly.com This link can get you to all of my stories on this site as well: *Blog for my GD stories*