A classic

“Casandra, Truth or Dare?” Jessica asks.

“How about Dare!” Casandra says confidently.

Jessica wants to get back at Casandra for the soda dare, but nothing interesting is coming to mind.

And as if a lightbulb went off in Jessica’s brain, she comes up with an idea.

“I dare you to stuff ice in your bra for a minute!” Jessica says. She vaguely remembers watching a movie where something similar happens.

“Wow, brutal Jess!” Yuri says with excitement in her eyes.

“Ugggghhh, are you serious, girl?” Casandra says, seemingly pissed.

“Yeah, 110% serious!” Jessica says with an aggressive grin.

“How can you be more than 100% serious? That’s not how math works?” Emily says, taking Jessica’s little remark seriously.

“Do we even have ice?” Casandra asks, hoping that Sarah doesn’t have any.

“Oh, I actually just restocked ice yesterday, sorry….” Sarah sheepishly admits.

All the hope Casandra had slowly washes away from her face, realizing what she must do.

Casandra gets up from her seat and heads to the kitchen. She b-lines to the freezer, where Sarah usually keeps her ice. Casandra hesitates opening the freezer before slowly grabbing the handle and opening the freezer.

The cold air immediately hits Casandra’s bare skin, giving her major chills. It feels as if her skin was being tickled by hundreds of thousands of small snowflakes.

She reaches inside the freezer and grabs a handful of ice. The chunks she grabbed were surprisingly big, which only makes her cringe more.

She quickly closes the freezer door and walks back to the living room. She moves the ice chunks from one hand to the other because of how cold it is.

“Alright, whenever you’re ready,” Jessica says, looking smug.

Casandra rolls her eyes as hard as she could.

She looks down at her chest and pulls her bra out a bit for the ice to rest in. The hand holding the ice shakes as she hesitates to pull of the dare. The thought of the chilling ice all up against her breasts makes her physically jump in cringe.

“Fuck, fuck, why can’t I do this!” Casandra panics. She spins around trying to calm her nerves, but nothing seems to work.

“Come on and do it already! It’s really not that bad!” Jessica says. While she does want to psych Casandra out, he remark is based in some kind of truth. After long track races, she would spend some time in an ice bath. It sucks at first, but after the initial dip, Jessica found the experience pleasant.

After another couple of minutes of waiting and stalling, Casandra rips the bandage off sort of speak.

She shoves all the ice chunks into her bra. Some of them rests comfortably on either of her boobs while some find their way into her cleavage.

She screams as the ice settles in her bra, jumping up and down around the room as she paces. The ice feels as if fire was being placed directly on her chest, but instead of heat, it’s like the chill of winter.

“How long was it again?” Casandra says, barely able to speak.

“A minute!” Jessica responds.

“Ugh, FUCK!” Casandra yells.

Only after 10 seconds, Casandra can’t physically take it anymore. She takes the bottom of her bra and flips it open, releasing the ice from their fleshy prison. The ice fall to the floor.

Casandra unabashedly rubs her chest, not giving any thought to covering her breasts as she warms herself up.

“Aw man…. I really thought you’d make it Casandra!” Emily sincerely says. Casandra wanted to snap back, but Emily was the only one she could never get mad at.

“Thanks, I guess…” Casandra responds.

“So, what are you taking off?” Jessica asks.

“I mean, she’s practically already taken her bra off,” Yuri says, but Casandra cuts her off.

“Yeah, no!” Casandra says. Pissed off that she failed the dare, she swiftly takes takes off her pants, bending over as she steps out of the expensive clothing.

She reveals her red thong, only barely covering her front. From behind, her immaculate ass is free to the world

“I love that thong of yours!” Yuri flirts.

Casandra quickly downs her shot, seemingly over with everything at this point.

“How would you know what a good thong looks like? You don’t even where them?” Casandra asks, firing back at Yuri.

“Damn! You really gonna take that Yur?” Sarah says, playfully joining in on their play fighting.

“I mean, you’d look better without it too,” Yuri says, biting her lip.

Casandra’s face reddens. She just pouts and looks away, pretending she didn’t hear her.