"Truth" - Have you ever fantasized about Ian?

“Truth.”

“Have you ever gotten yourself off while fantasizing about Ian?”

Everyone “oohed” scandalously. The usually confident Talia looked at me, then down at her toes, blushing. The suspense was killing me. “Yeah,” she finally muttered, “Sometimes, I guess.”

Corrine let out a cheesy howl at Talia’s confession. Talia rolled her eyes, “Right, like I’m the only one.”

Amy teased, her sing-song voice chanting, “Talia loves Ian… Talia loves Ian…”

Talia called Amy out in retaliation: “Truth or Dare.”

“Truth.”

“Tell us all about the horniest you’ve ever been.”

As the most sexually experienced girl in the group, Amy was all too happy to brag.

“Well,” she began, “a few months ago, this college guy Mike took me to a concert—which was awesome, by the way—and on the way home there was this crazy traffic jam. Like, full-on, freeway-became-a-parking-lot.

“We had been grinding against each other on the dance floor all night, and we were both anxious to get to his dorm room and get busy, but we weren’t getting anywhere with all the traffic. Mike made things worse when he started talking dirty to me, telling me all the sexy things he was gonna do to me once he got me back to his dorm. It was typical horny guy stuff, you know—‘I’m gonna make you worship my cock before I come all over your tits, blah, blah, etcetera’— but I was already so hot I couldn’t handle it. It was like he had turned on a faucet between my legs. I grabbed the gear shift and slid it into park. We weren’t moving, and I NEEDED some.

“We started making out in full view of everyone else on the road: him squeezing my boobs, and me rubbing his crotch through his pants. He got impatient and fished out his erection, and I immediately started sucking on it. God, he had a beautiful cock. It was long, and curved like a boomerang, with lots of little ridges for me to play with.”

“Couldn’t the other cars see you?” Talia asked in disbelief.

Amy just grinned, continuing, “Oh yeah, totally. If they bothered looking in our direction. But knowing that everyone passing by could see what I was doing just lit a fire under me.”

I glanced around the room—all the other girls seemed as turned on as I was.

“After a couple minutes, Mike lifted my mouth off of him and pulled me onto his lap. He reached up under my miniskirt, pulled my thong aside, and he just slipped right into me. I’ve never been so wet in my life. He got all the way inside me in one try. So easy, I couldn’t believe it.

“I started bouncing up and down on him, right there in the traffic jam. The curve of that thing felt incredible, stretching me out in all different ways with every thrust. Then I looked out the window.”

“Someone was watching you?” Corrine whispered.

“Everyone was watching me. Everyone in every car around us was watching me bounce on his fucking pole. In one car I spotted these two totally cute guys who were clearly beating themselves off while they looked at me. The hotter those guys got, the hotter I got, so I decided I’d give them even more of a show. I twisted at the waist so I was facing them, then I pulled my top down off my shoulders and pressed my boobs up against the cold car window.”

Amy shivered as she told the story. Her thighs rubbed together beneath her towel.

“Argh! It gets me all worked up just thinking about it! It was so hot. I couldn’t stop coming, and neither could Mike. He would come, and stay hard, and then just come again like a machine. I felt possessed; I was so turned on I wasn’t even me anymore. We finally made it back to his dorm, but there was no way we were going to top the sex in the traffic jam. We went out one more time, but it just wasn’t the same. He started acting like a jerk so I left. Still—that sex in the car was by far the horniest I have ever been.”

The rest of us sat frozen, speechless. Satisfied with the effect her story had on us, Amy turned to me: “Truth or Dare?”