Truth Or Dare

By Klayton Frost

Copyright 2012 Klayton Frost

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It started with a knock on the door. This was at university, in my first year when I was still living in halls. All the sections and all the floors in halls are separated off from one another, so when I heard that knock I naturally assumed it was one of my friends or flatmates. Setting down my cup of tea, I shut the lid of my laptop I wheeled my desk chair over and opened the door. There stood a girl; one that I had never met before. I blinked in surprise.

"Hi," she said. "Sorry to bother you."

I was so surprised that for a moment I didn't know what to say. She was a pretty enough specimen. Short, curvy and blonde, with wide hips and big breasts. Her hair hung down to just above her shoulders, and her face was very prettily made up. A strand of tinsel glittered on her wrist. For some reason she stood a little hunched, as though embarrassed or afraid.

"Sorry to bother you," she said again. "Are you busy?"

I shrugged. "No. Not really, no."

"Good," said the girl. "My name's Mel. Um..." There was a long pause, and then she blurted out all at once: "Would you like to come up to my room?"

It was with a great effort that I stopped myself from raising my eyebrows. "Up to your room? Why?"

"To play truth or dare," she said, giggling a little and hiding her giggle behind her hand. She looked terribly embarrassed to even be asking. "It's okay if you don't want to," she added hurriedly. "See, I'm supposed to go find a boy to come play truth or dare with us. That was my dare. I've been knocking on all the doors, but nobody's in."

"Yeah," I said. "They're all out at the union." And then I shook myself mentally. Here was a pretty blonde girl asking me to come up to her room with her. There'd be time for chit chat later. I stood. "Of course I'll come play," I said. I grabbed my keys and my phone and flicked off the light as I left the room. "Mel, right?"

"Yeah, that's right."

"Well, I'm David. Which way are we headed?"

As we climbed the stairs to the floor above and Mel fiddled with her keys she explained that most of her flatmates were out at the union as well. Only she and one other girl had remained behind, and to entertain themselves they'd started a game of truth or dare. "And Julia dared me to go and find a boy to play as well. I was really nervous. I didn't think anyone'd want to come."

I almost laughed at how naive she was. Any lad I know would have jumped at the chance. I said, "Well, I have a philosophy of always saying yes to any opportunity that comes my way."

"Just down here," she said as we made our way down the corridor. Part of me could hardly believe what was happening. Just five minutes ago I'd been sitting peacefully in my room with a cup of tea and a sociology essay, and now here I was following a girl up to her room. Part of me was barely surprised at all though: I'd been at university for a couple of months by this stage, and I'd learned well enough that a lot of crazy stuff went on here.

Mel's room was cosy. It was warm and dim, with most of the illumination coming from a bedside lamp and some fairy lights she had strung over her desk. Clothes were spilling from the wardrobe and the desk was buried under books and paper. A messy girl then. On the bed sat a girl who could only be Julia. She was skinnier than Mel, with a pierced lip and curly dark red hair. We waved hello to each other. Mel took a seat on the bed, and since it was free I sat down in the desk chair and spun to face them.

"Wow, Mel, I'm impressed," said Julia. "I didn't think you'd actually do it."

"Neither did I," said Mel, smiling, clearly proud of herself. "I was so scared. Whenever I knocked on a door I just wanted to turn around and run."

"Well, he's here now," said Julia. She took a sip from a bottle of beer. "And he's a fit one too. You did well, Mel my darling."

I laughed. "My name's David," I said. "You're Julia, right? Mel's told me all about you."

She laughed too. "Have a beer, David," she said. Then to Mel she added, "You know, I think it's only polite that we let our guest go first."

I took a bottle and opened it with my keys while Julia explained the rules. It was pretty simple. Whoever had that turn would pick another player, and that player would ask for a truth or a dare. They could be anything, and once you'd been assigned a truth or a dare there was no going back. "We take this game very seriously, we do," said Julia.

"Glad to hear it." I took a swig from my bottle. "I think I'll go with you first, then." I nodded towards Julia. Mel stifled a giggle in her palm.

"Truth," said Julia, without hesitation.

I had to think for a minute before I came up with something, but when I did I was pretty pleased with my question: "Where's the strangest place you've ever done it?" I asked. At once, both of the girls exploded into laughter. I just sat there calmly and waited for it to subside.

"You're very direct," spluttered Julia, but she was grinning at the same time.

I shrugged. "Why start with the boring stuff? This is a question I really want to know the answer to."

"Fair do," said Julia. "Cheers to that." We clinked our bottles. "Well, the strangest place I ever did it, Mister David, was... the slide of a children's playground. Yep. One of those twisty turny little plastic slides. At night when nobody was around."

"Are you serious?" cried Mel. Julia nodded.

"How was it?" I asked.

"Uncomfortable," she said. "Can't honestly recommend it."

We all had a good laugh at that. And for a moment I found myself marvelling at the situation. How I'd literally only just met these girls minutes ago, and yet we were comfortably ensconced in a room together, sharing intimate secrets and beer, laughing together like old friends. Like I say, university is a pretty crazy time, and I loved it. Absolutely loved it.

It was Mel's turn after that, and predictably enough, she picked me.

"Dare," I said.

"Oh," said Mel. She had to think for ages before she could come up with anything. Me and Julia teased her as she tried to think. I pretended to fall asleep and Julia kept looking pointedly at her watch and yawning. At last Mel's face lit up. "I've got one," she announced. "I dare you to take off your top." Just as she had before when she asked me to come up to her room she rushed the words out, as though she were shy of what she was saying.

For a moment there was a kind of resistance in me. Shyness. Take off my top before the gaze of two attractive girls I'd only just met. But then I thought: what the hell. I'm never going to be asked such a thing again. Might as well make the most of it. Setting down my beer on the desk I stood and pulled my t-shirt over my head. It dropped to the floor, and I sat again feeling about ten times more naked than I actually was. Julia was studying me with a kind of blatant curiosity that I found strangely appealing. Mel was looking too, although she was shy enough to try and hide it.

"Your turn," said Mel to Julia.

"Hmm," she said, stroking her chin in mock-thought. "I think I'll go with David as well."

"Dare," I said again. I'd decided right then and there that I was going to answer dare whenever I was asked. No exceptions.

Julia smiled wickedly. "Give Mel a kiss," she said. "A proper one. It's got to last at least a minute."

"Julia!" cried Mel. I almost gasped myself. It was strange the way a kind of charge ran through the air. In that second we all knew that it was going to happen, that--now that the dare had been uttered--there was no going back on it. And somehow by making the dare Julia had unlocked something. If we went through with this then anything could happen afterwards...

"It's a dare Mel. Now be a good girl..." The wicked smile was still there on her lips. I realised that Julia would be watching the whole performance. Better make it good, I thought. Raising an arm I beckoned Mel to come over to me, and like a puppet on strings she rose. I could see that she was blushing furiously and trying to hide behind her hair. She came and stood by my chair and sort of bent halfway down towards me. She knew that she had to play along (it was a dare after all) but she didn't know how close she was allowed to come to me. In a way it was rather sweet.

To help her out I reached up and put a gentle hand on the back of her neck. In one smooth, quick movement I pulled her down into a kiss. Her mouth met mine, and for a second there was an awkward stiffness there. Then she melted, gave herself over to it. Her mouth opened and her lips met mine. She tasted sweetly of cherry lip gloss. My tongue pressed against hers and my hand slipped up her neck to the side of her face. Her eyes were closed. After a minute I felt her cool hand on my bare chest, just resting there. It sent thrills through me, and I kissed her harder, exploring her mouth, her tongue, her teeth, her lips. There was complete silence in the room. Not a sound. Not a movement.

It went on for far longer than a minute. And in the end it was me who pulled away. Mel hovered, eyes closed in the air in front of me, looking almost as though she were still waking from a dream. The she blinked and straightened up. Her blush--which had all but disappeared--returned full force, and she quickly retreated to her place on the bed, and buried her smiling face in the duvet. I breathed steadily. My heart was pounding and my dick was hard, pressing against the fabric of my jeans.

Julia, still seated in her place on the bed, gave a low whistle. "Your turn, David," she said.

"Julia again," I said without hesitation.

"Dare," replied Julia, equally quickly.

It only took a moment's thought to come up with my dare. "I think I'm a bit tired of being the only half-naked one around here," I said. "Get your top off."

Julia rolled her eyes. "Such a typical boy," she said.

"I'm waiting."

She sat up straighter in bed and pulled her blouse off over her head, revealing a black bra dotted with bright red hearts. Her breasts were larger than they looked beneath her clothes, rounded and inviting. It was strange how feminine her narrow shoulders looked, how slim and toned her belly.

"Happy?" she said.

"Quite," I replied, meeting the challenge in her eyes.

Mel's turn next. She picked Julia and Julia picked dare. "You've got to kiss David now," said Mel with obvious delight. "At least a minute, remember."

Julia shrugged, clearly unphased. She stood and came to me and leaned down, all so quickly that I barely had time to react. Her hand was on the side of my neck and her lips met mine. I felt her tongue, luscious and hot in my mouth and--after getting over my initial shock--I responded in kind. Kissing Julia was such a totally different experience from kissing Mel. Mel had been passive, gentle, but Julia pushed herself into me with a hard, blazing urgency. She tasted of alcohol, heady and rich. I could feel her leading me, vying for dominance over the kiss, and I fought. Sometimes I lead and sometimes she.

And then I felt her hand on my chest. Not resting there like Mel's had, but slipping lower, lower, over my naked chest and stomach and down to my jeans, where my hard cock pressed against denim. Her hand made contact through my jeans. Not an accidental touch, but a firm, full grope. I felt my dick swell in response and I relished the surprised intake of breath that Julia could not hide. I felt hard as rock, as a metal rod.

At last, when she was finally done, Julia pulled away, her hand leaving me in the same instant. With a shock the rest of the world returned. Mel was gaping at us, her cheeks bright red, her mouth open. I cleared my throat, sat up straighter, took a sip of beer.

"My turn now," said Julia. She glanced over her shoulder. "Mel," she said as she took her seat on the bed again.

Mel stared in shock a moment longer before coming to her senses. "Um... truth please," she said.

"Truth..." Julia mulled over the possibilities for a moment, and then said: "Would you sleep with David?"

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