I've read all the 1st day stories.

All the roommates gathered for dinner--macaroni and cheese from the box (well, 4 boxes, actually) and drinks. Brandi and Amy are drinking box wine, Ted's drinking cheap beer from a can, and Stace is sipping on a neat bourbon.

"So, you all got my picture, so you know how my dare went, but how did all of your dares go?"

"Piece of cake," Ted said, "it's not like I need to beat off every day or anything."

"Well you are all assholes for making my dare the most **** one--well maybe second most ****--when I picked _easy. _But...in the end I had a lot of fun." She made meaningful eye contact with Stace as she said this last part.

"Mine was...kind of amazing, actually." Amy finished with something of a dreamy expression.

"Oh yeah," Ted said, "you still owe us photographic evidence of your dare."

Wordlessly, Amy pushed a few buttons on her phone and passed it around the table. There was a picture of Amy, smiling, with cum all over her face. This elicited some appreciative whistles. When the phone got to Ted he stared at it way too long and shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

Stace had to tease him about it. "Oh, Ted. Do you want to ask permission for something? Maybe Amy will let you take that picture with you for a few minutes."

"Maybe later," he croaked, "I mean...no thanks. I'm fine."

"So who was the lucky guy?" Brandi asked Amy.

"Oh, it was someone from my cultural anthropology class."

"Wait a minute," Ted said, "you knew the person you gave a BJ to?"

"Kind of, we have one class together."

"Amy, I hate to break it to you, but the dare said you have to go down on a stranger," Ted said.

"He's right," Stace said, "which means, technically you didn't conclude your dare and we get to give you a permanent dare."

"But..."