Carly

“Yeah, I don’t want Carly missing out on all the fun,” she smiled wickedly. “What will it be, girlfriend, truth or dare? Or do we even have to ask anymore?”

“Yeah,” Carly replied back with a sly smile. “I guess we’re just doing dares now, so I’ll go along. Give me a dare, girlfriend.”

Amy seemed to be thinking hard for a minute. Then she announced, “Well, we’ve had some heavy petting going on here but I think it’s time to start losing some clothes. Only Beth has taken her jeans off. So, I dare you to take off your top, Carly.”

“What?” she replied in shock. “I can’t do that. I can’t just take off my top, it’s like a one piece thing, see?” She pulled at it a little to demonstrate. “Does that mean I automatically lose my dare?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Amy answered. “I guess you’ll just have to take off the whole jumpsuit then. Or you can forfeit.” She gave her an evil grin.

Carly frowned. She didn’t like this turn of events. But she didn’t want to forfeit. She slowly unzipped the front zipper all the way down to her waist, not quite exposing her boobs. That revealed she was wearing a pink lace bra, which she was now glad she had decided to put on at the last minute. She shrugged her shoulders to pull her arms out and the top of the jumpsuit fell to her waist. Then she stood up and wiggled her way out of the bottom half, revealing a matching pair of pink lace panties.

“Bravo!” Amy clapped her hands. “What cute underwear! Don’t you think so, David?” She looked over at me, also noticing the bulge in my jeans, obviously trying to make it get bigger.

And looking at Carly in just her sexy lingerie was indeed having a further effect on my boner. “Um, well, I guess so….” I stuttered, kind of at a loss for words.

“Yeah, I think he does,” Amy declared, looking at the other girls with a wink then looking back at my crotch as if directing their attention to it. “So who you gonna pick now, Carly?”