Dare.

As Alice catches her breath, she looks up. "Dare." Malcolm looks back stunned. "You sure?" He grabs the glass and the bottle and sets them on the end table. "Because we're two grown people on a bed. I'm gonna treat you like a big girl now."

He smiles down at her alleviating her fear with it's softness. "Dare." she exclaims.

"We've been friends nearly our whole lives, Alice." He stops looking down at her. "Ever since I was 13, I've wanted you to show me your boobs." He smiles down. "Here's my chance!" She laughs out loud, clearly nervous, and not upset. "But I don't have big ones like, Patti! Why would you want to see mine?" He smiles down at her with a somber expression, replying softly, "Keep playing the game, and maybe you'll find out."

The words tickle something inside her she didn't know was there, it changes the way she breaths, the way she looks at him. But she is utterly clueless what or why. Not knowing how to handle the situation. She gleefully lifts her mostly rolled up top for him. Until she's sure he's gotten a good look.

He takes a minute, then clears his throat. "Did you like them." He reaches down and softly runs his hand along her out stretched calf. "Yeah." Still feeling the tension, she forces out "Truth or Dare?"

He weighs his options carefully, before replying with "Dare."

She's completely caught off-guard, and her stomach goes all gluey. "That's not fair, I can't see your boobs." He laughs, "I got other things to show you." She knows he's not being serious but her stomach flutters and her nipples ache at the idea.

She knows she should stop now. Daddy always told her to think of Jesus if she ever had feelings like this. But he's right, she's a grown-woman now. Her purity is only important to him because he wants to control her future. The idea gets better and better in her head until finally she blurts it out. "Can I see it?"

He sees the feelings of shame wash across her face after it leaves her mouth. He knows she's serious and doesn't want to scare her off now. "Sure." He takes off his windbreaker and lowers his pants he maneuvers into her line of sight, before lifting his t-shirt and lowering his boxers so she can get a full look at all of his primary assets.

She can't stop looking at it. And her body couldn't stop reacting, her button hard enough to shoot out of her, her nipples sore enough to ache continuously. Her stomach filled with fire. "Do you feel half as good as I do looking at that, as you did when you saw my itty-bitty boobs?" This decompresses the powder-keg they found themselves in.

Nervous laughter ringing out. "Yeah, prolly." he says back, blood begins to fill the chambers and it begins to grow. "Oh, my god, it gets bigger!" he smiles "Yeah, but only when girls make me feel gooey inside." she takes her eyes off of it just long enough to reply "You make me feel gooey inside."

She looks back at it and all the nerves come flooding back. "I wanna touch it." she says almost whining "It looks so good, I wanna touch it." the words make him twitch with anticipation. "Nothing wrong with touching, I've wanted you to touch it for a while."

He strips off his clothes to get more comfortable, "You've seen it all, nothing left to hide." She feels awkward about him doing so, "But I'm still clothed? It feels weird." he doesn't reply simply laying down and grasping both her hands, his breathing is husky and she can tell he's very turned on. Slowly he puts both hands on him, neither coming near covering all of it.

She's struck by it's warmth, and how much it feels like it's a part of him. It's a silly thing to think, but it's size and look are so alien against his youthful handsomeness. "Just take your time, it's not fragile, just do what comes natural." he manages as he clearly enjoys her touch.

She works one-hand over the entire length, working through her conflicted thoughts. What if he spills seed? This is a sin. This is wrong. But the look on his face isn't wrong, it's telling her it's so right...