Exposed by a Fucking Dare

Why the fuck did I agree to play!

He cursed himself. Three drunk ladies were staring at him wide-eyed. Ilya, his girlfriend was the most drunk. She looked at him like he was an alien from Mars and had thorns on his head. She was wearing a silky white shirt and pants. She was right in front of him. The other was her best-friend, Ana. Shorter in height that her, and objectively very beautiful and very very sexy. She was in her undergarments, a normal black bra and panties. Utterly drunk. He didn't know her much. And the last one was Tes, the classic nerdy nerd spectacled, but high right now, and in a t-shirt and pants. Tes and he had some other-wordly level of hatred going on since, well... forever. They were like each others' arch enemies.

Needless to say, he was the most sober among the four. Despite having drunk almost as much as the girls - he wasn't high.

Ilya goes so above the limit so many times!

He was embarrassed. "Go on," said Ilya, "It's your turn to choose. Truth... or Dare?" asked she, sounding so drunk. He licked his lips, and sniffed. Frowned a bit looking at her state. But then made up his mind as he said:

"Truth."

The girls collectively let out a disappointed moan. This was because Ilya knew almost everything about him. Ana was too drunk to care for truths, she just wanted physical dares. And Tes just had a grumbling stomach.

"Why truth?" said Ilya. Disappointed. "Take Dare na... you've been taking Truth since... forever..." He grit his teeth. Ilya was his weakness, and she knew this. Thus, she looked at him with her puppy-eyes. "Plleeaasse??"

Ugh! Fine...

"Fine!" he said. She lit up in happiness. "Dare."

"Aha!" Ana chuckled.

"Hm..." thought Ilya, "what shall we tell him to do?"

"I want him to undress." said Ana. All heads turned to Ana. Wait! What! WHY

Then Ilya looked at him. "You heard her..." she said. WHAT

"What! Why!? That's not an appropriate dare. Not at all." he said, his cheeks getting all red and blushy. "I'm definitely NOT doing that - at all!" Ilya noticed his blush.

"Awwwwww!" she leaned onto him. He held her. "You blushy-blushy, cutie pie????" she shrieked and giggled. "You don't wanna let my girl friends see you nakey-nakey hmmmmm????" now she was laughing. Looking at her, her friends began to laugh too. Meanwhile he kept battling his blush and his erection.

How the fuck did I get into this!

"Ilya," he held her, "no, okay?"

She gave him her puppy-eyes again. "Okay... How about ..." she sat back up, looking at her friends, taking hold of the bottle of beer, "... strip down to your boxers?" His eyes widened.

Why the fuck does she want to let her friends see me!

"Fair?" Ilya turned to him. And pleaded with her eyes again.

But I guess it's no biggie if my boxer's still on. My manhood is still intact.

He sighed. His girl friend really was his weakness. _I have to do something about it... but can I? _He stood up. "Fine. But no more. And only Truths henceforth..." He took off his pants and his t-shirt. And handed them over to his girl friend who threw them away. Whatever...

Ilya smiled like a kid being offered a candy. Ana looked at him dreamily. And Tes looked away. Then, he sat down... "Let's continue."