By EnigmaofSorrow
At this point of time, I cannot remember the names of the girls or guys we were playing truth or dare with. So I shall just call them G1, G2, G3, B1, B2 and B3.
I will not go int details describing the guys. Let’s just say they were normal, not to tall or short, fat or thin, and go by the assumption that they were all heterosexual. They were dressed in berms and Thailand singlets. The girls were a different story.
G1 was tall and skinny, with short hair, and looked relatively butch. She wore a back-less halter-neck top and I did not see a bra. However, her chest was as flat as an airport runway, although her nipples were poking through the thin material of her top, and the sight of her skinny legs in FBT shorts kind of turned me off.
G2 was shorter, hair in a pony tail, average sized boobs, but she had huge thighs with visible cellulite, and she was wearing FBT shorts too.
G3 was by far the prettiest of the lot, she made Charmaine look like a plain Jane. She had the Victoria Beckham kind of hairstyle, and had a pouty, arrogant look. Her reasonable sized chest was spilling out of the low-cut, or was it loose necked spaghetti top she was wearing, offering a nice view of her cleavage. Her legs were slim and toned, and were nicely proportioned to the rest of her body. And yes, she was wearing FBT shorts as well.
Charmaine, in her dress, and me in my T-shirt and jeans, looked totally out of place.
The bottle stopped spinning and ended up pointing at B2. Arrogant girl was somehow appointed the game master.
G3: Truth or dare?
B2: Er. If I don’t like the truth question can I choose the dare instead and vice versa?
G3: No. It won’t be fun otherwise.
Me: Who decides the questions or dares?
G3: Hmm. I never thought of that. Let’s go in a circle then. Guys will ask the girls and girls, the guys.
Me: Ok.
G3: So truth or dare?
B2: Truth.
G3 turned to the butch and asked her for a question.
G1: How often do you masturbate and who do you think off when you do it?
With that question, I realised the direction that this game was taking. These teenagers were either high or drunk, and the game was turning sexual. I looked at Charmaine who shifted uncomfortably. She shrugged. I hoped I did not have to perform a homosexual act as a dare.
B2: Few times a week. I usually watch jap porn. Favourite is Sakura Sakurada.
The grouped laughed. Ms. Arrogant spun the bottle again. It landed on herself.
G3: Damn. Truth.
B1 asked the question.
B1: Do you have a boyfriend? If no, do any one of us stand a chance?
G3: No to both.
She spun the bottle again. It landed on Charmaine.
C: Truth.
B2: Are you sleeping with this guy?
He pointed at me. Charmaine blushed. Or maybe it was the alcohol.
C: No!
That would soon change, I thought to myself, and laughed inwardly. The bottle was spun. It landed on G3 again.
G3: This sucks. Truth.
Me: Hey. This is boring. Maybe we should alternate between truth and dares.
G3: Fine. Whatever.
B3: French kiss G1!
The juveniles started cheering as though they had never watched lesbian porn before. I expected G3 to protest but she readily went up to G1 and planted her lips on hers.
B2: Show us some tongue!
B1: Yeah.
They happily obliged. I was impressed. JC kids do know how to have fun.
B3: Grab her tits!
The butch slid her hands under arrogant girl’s spaghetti top and squeezed. She moaned. I looked at Charmaine again who was clearly uncomfortable. The two girls stopped kissing.
G3: Satisfied?
The three idiots simply sat there quietly, open-mouthed, and in awe of the lesbian kissing scene they just witness. To be truthful, I found it a little sick. Not that I was homophobic or anything, but watching lesbians on porn and in real life were two entirely different things. She spun the bottle again, and it landed on me. I cursed inwardly.
Me: Dare.
Cellulite girl decided on my dare.
G2: Take off your clothes and remain in your underwear for the rest of the game.
I looked at Charmaine. She gave me a blank look. I wondered where this was going. It did not really matter to me, I was comfortable with my body, and did not really have much qualms about showing off, but the sexual nature of the game was a little worrying. I felt Cellulite girl and Ms. Arrogant visually raping me as I removed my t-shirt and jeans. Butch paid no attention to me obviously, and I hoped that the guys were straight. Charmaine looked really embarrassed. I sat there in my boxers. Ms. Arrogant seemed to forget that she had to spin the bottle.
Me: Hello? I’m done.
The bottle was spun again, and it landed on Charmaine. She had to do a dare. B3 had a devious look in his eyes.
B3: Perform a strip tease for us.
Charmaine was shocked. She literally screamed at him.
C: NO!
B2: Come on. It’s just for fun…
B1: Yeah. Show us your tits!
I had a funny feeling that they were doing this to her on purpose. Charmaine burst into tears. She got up and tried to leave but was blocked by B3, who appeared a little drunk.
B3: Hey. You agreed to play the game. Now play by the rules!
I looked at the other three girls. They did not seem to be bothered. B3 tugged at Charmaine’s dress, managing to pull one strap off her shoulder. Charmaine screamed and slapped him, which made him angry. He pulled the other strap down, exposing her bra.
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