A kiss for Michael.

Michael was terrified as he waited for Lily to reveal her first dare. Thankfully, it seemed that she didn't have anything cruel in store for him, unlike all the people Michael knew back home.

"I dare Cassandra to give Michael a kiss on the lips," Lily said, leaning back against the rim of the hot tub. She had a hungry smile on her face, like a wolf getting ready to pounce. Michael didn't know what to make of it, but he certainly liked her train of thought.

He didn't want to look at Cassandra. He didn't want to see her look of disgust, or hear her laughing even at the idea of kissing him. This evening had been bad enough already, and having a woman as sexy as Cassandra ridicule him would be the last straw. He honestly considered getting up out of the hot tub and leaving then and there, just to save himself from future embarrassment.

That was why he was surprised to find that Cassandra was inches away from him and getting closer. She had her hands on his legs, and when he turned his head toward her in surprise, she leaned forward and planted a kiss on his lips. Michael was too shocked to close his eyes, so he was able to enjoy the sight of this blonde bombshell pressing her lips (and her body!) against his own, holding it for far longer than he could ever have expected.

It went without saying of course that Michael was suddenly as hard as a rock, his shaft only a few inches away from where Cassandra's hands were resting on his legs. He couldn't believe what was happening. There was no way that she couldn't tell what was poking against her belly button, but she wasn't saying a word about it.

Cassandra pulled away, smacking her lips. "Mm," she said. "How was that?"

Michael was still in shock. He didn't know how to answer. "I, uh, I," he stammered. She was still so close to him. What was going on here?