ADare
1138 Words
“Let’s play truth or dare.”
Laura’s state hung in the air, making my stomach twist, in both disagreement and anticipation. There was something about her voice, the way the mischief made her timbre low, dangerous, yet alluring.
I shook off that feeling. Because whatever it was, it meant trouble.
“It’s dark,” I murmured, my voice thin. “We can’t even see each other.”
“That only makes it better,” Laura clasped her hands together. “We could use those candles. have.” She turned to Daniel. “It’s would be the perfect ambiance.”
Daniel remained on the sofa, a soft crease forming where his brows met. “It doesn’t make sense,” he said, “it’s just the four of us. Isabelle is my sister, I can’t do anything with her. So that basically makes it three of us.”
Raising her brows, Laura's lips curled into a soft smirk. “You’re just making an excuse. You’re not from the same presence,” she said, “I thought you said you only met her once? Since when did that make you siblings? By that logic Henrys and I are siblings, we practically grew up together.”
Daniel's frown deepened. “It’s different, your parents are not married.”
Ignoring him, Laura turned to me, her smile growing more mischievous. “Say yes, it’s not like both of you grew up in the same house.”
My body froze as everyone’s eyes were on me.
“I wouldn’t dare you to do anything extreme,” she said. “Don’t tell me you’re scared of a little Truth or dare.”
I should’ve said no. Should’ve told her I was already feeling sleepy.
Maybe it was pride. Maybe it was the way the phone’s torch light flickered across Henry’s face. Maybe it was the way my body stirred at the thought of him touching me and having Daniel watch.
All I knew was that an “alright” slipped out of my lips.
Laura yelped and then turned to Daniel. “Help us with your candles,” she said.
Daniel rose to his feet, and as he headed to his room, Henry rose too.
“I have some candles,” he said.
“I never thought you were romantic,” Laura teased Henry, who only responded with a soft smile.
In no time, both boys were back, dropping the candles on the coffee table.
Laura lit the candles and gestured for us to sit behind them. We all formed a circle, and a bottle was placed in the middle.
Laura inhaled in excitement. “Shall we begin?” She turned to Daniel. “You go first.”
“Why?” He asked.
“Your name starts with an A,” she replied.
“Fair enough.” Daniel spun the bottle.
My heart thumped as it circled round. Then it landed on Henry.
“Truth or Dare?” Daniel asked.
“Truth,” he said.
“Do you have feelings for Laura?” Daniel asked.
Laura remained unfazed by the question as though he had expected this.
Henry chuckled, his eyes still on me. “God, no. I literally saw her pissing herself while growing up,” he said.
Laura smirked, completely unaffected.
“Alright,” Daniel said.
“My turn,” Henry said, spinning the bottle.
He spun in front of me, and her eyes glistened.
“Truth or Dare?” He asked.
Hesitant, I replied. “Truth.”
“Have you ever had a threesome?”
My cheeks burned instantly as images of my dreams crept in. I could feel the heat crawl from my chest to my thighs.
“She definitely has,” Laura said, chuckling, sipping from the cup of drink she had filled before the blackout.
“She hasn’t,” Daniel said, “look at how she’s blushing.”
“Will you all let her answer,” Henry said, swirling the plastic cup in his hand.
For a reason, I felt too ashamed to say I haven't. Too ashamed I hadn’t even had s*x a guy let alone two.
My body tightened, and I fiddled with my finger. “No. I haven’t.”
“I told you,” Daniel said to Laura.
Henry held my gaze longer than necessary. Like he was searching for the answer himself.
I spun the bottle and it landed on Laura again.
“Dare,” she said before I could ask.
I paused as I scrambled through my mind for what I could ask her to do.
“I dare you to dance,” I said.
The amusement in her eyes vanished, and her lips parted. “What kind of boring dare is that?”
“Just do it,” Henry said.
Looking bored, she rose to her feet and slowly swayed her waist to the music she was playing in her head.
Henry clapped, chanting for her. While Daniel’s eyes followed her waist move like she was spineless, his eyes darkened with desire.
After she dropped back to the floor and spun the bottle, it landed on Daniel.
“I dare you to give me a head,” she said, her lips tearing wide.
My breath hitched. I couldn’t tell if I was shocked or aroused—it was definitely both.
Laura faced me. “That’s how to dare someone.”
Daniel’s eyes flicked to me. “I can’t do that in front of Joan.”
“Why? It’s not like she’s a virgin,” Laura said.
A cough slipped out of my throat.
“Fine, do it in the room,” Henry suggested. “Laura is a loud moaner so we would hear it.”
Laura flashed Henry a smile, before gripping Daniel by his hands and dragging him to the room.
As they disappeared into the room and shut the door, it didn’t take long for Henry to pull me to the door.
He placed his ears against the door. “Come on,” he whispered, “don’t act like you’re not curious.”
Giving in, I held my breath and leaned in.
Soft moans came from the other end of the door—shaky, breathy, undeniably Laura’s—came from the other end.
My body betrayed me. My thighs pressed together, clenching hard like I was trying to stop myself from getting wet.
I was so engrossed, I didn't register when Henry moved behind me, when he pulled his c**k out of his pajama trousers.
Not until I felt the tip of his d**k brushing up my thighs.
Maybe I registered it. Maybe I wanted it. To feel the warmth of his c**k on me just like in the dream.
He slipped his c**k between my thighs, the arrow tip brushing my slit of my wet cunt.
And I jerked.
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