Dare

Call it liquid courage, call it compeitive, you dont care.

"Dare!"

Rachels smirk widens fo a smile, "i dare you to streak outside for five minutes."

You blush beat red at the suggestion while the moms go ballistic with excitement. Each other male grimaces a little seriously glad they didnt get this one. A look to lisa gets you a mildly distracted shrug.

"No i umm dont think so." You decide a minute later. A disappointed grumble is hidden by charlotte speaking.

"Oh sugar thats ok, if you arent brave you can just say it," a little competitive rage fills your chest. "If you cant handle a little fun, thats ok."

Your voice speaks words you were unsure of, "i can handle alot thanks."

"Sugar sugar its fine to lose twice, noone is judging you," a wicked sneer crosses her older southern bell face, "im sure one of the other boys will handle this rock gard dare."

All your friends avert their eyes, but "no no ill do it." A mixture of pride, anger, and wine has decided for you, you dont back down from a challenge.

"Gracius maybe you can take a challenge, ill be watching." Charlotte says with a wink.

With a huff you jump off the couch and make an aggressive line for the back door. With each step you throw a different piece of clothing over your shoulder. The door slides open with ease and the mildly chilly air causes you to shiver. There is no ground level back deck, the door opens directly onto wet grass intertangled with weeds. In the distance you see a dark forest of trees in an oval outside the property. You turn your head back to see everyone staring in anticipation as you stand in your boxers. Now or never, with a tug you boxers pull off and you dick springs free.

"Ok.. just.. run around?" You ask.

"Dealers choice doug." Rachel responds while biting her lip.

You shrug and start jogging. Its quite chilly but this is liberating you think. The forest gets closer and closer as the darkness surrounds you.

"Is this enough!?" you yell back only to be greeting with horror. Every mom has a piece of your clothing and is running in a different direction chased by your friends. Some dangle it out of reach, others sprint away laughing. Oh god you have to get your clothing back. The mad sprint towards one of the figures seems hopeless based on the distance. The house is no longer in view its begins your panic. Lost naked in the woods with no where to go. Just as all hope is lost you trip.

As your face hits the ground a voice says, "you ok?"