Play with your nipples 'til they're hard--and keep them that way all night!

“Wow,” Damian said, “you're not messing around!”

Amy remembered her instructions: only take dares, pretend to be having fun no matter what, use her turns to try and get the boys turned-on, remember the signal to send Damian and Bianca to his room, and keep playing with the remaining boys. She repeated them to herself silently, the tequila was already going to her head, making her feel less nervous and more relaxed, but she didn't want to forget a rule—who knew how Bianca would punish her?

“Truths are boring,” Amy replied, “why waste time? I want to get right to the fun part.”

“See guys, I told you she was freak,” Bianca turned back to Amy, “Okay, I dare you to play with your nipples until they're hard—and as often as you need to keep them hard all night.”

The boys all looked at each other, obviously stunned at how quickly this was progressing—Amy hadn't played Truth or Dare since middle school, but she suspected that it usually got going a lot slower.

“What if she forgets, though,” Drake said, “I mean, if she's got to do it all night, she might not remember.”

“How about this,” Bianca said, “if anyone notices that one of Amy's nipples has gone soft, we can reach over and pinch it, like this.”

Without warning, Bianca grabbed one of Amy's nipples through her shirt, between thumb and forefinger and pinched it hard.

“Ow!”

“Does that sound fair, Amy? To make sure you comply?”

“Yeah,” Amy said, unconsciously rubbing her chest, “this should be, uh....” painful, embarrassing, stressful “fun! And, uh hot... kinky.”

She noticed everyone was staring at her.

“Well?” Bianca said.

“Oh! Oh yeah.” Amy and quickly began running her fingers over her chest, lightly at first, and when her nipples started to respond she pinched them through the fabric of her spider-man shirt and rolled them gently until they stood out hard and pointed again.

She blushed, knowing that everyone was watching her, but she also started to feel horny. Amy had always responded this way to Bianca's humiliations—shame and humiliation seemed to arouse her, for some reason, which led to more shame and more arousal in a vicious spiral.

“That's probably enough for now.” Bianca said and Amy suddenly realized that she was still playing with her nipples even though they'd been erect for a while now.

“Oh, right. Sorry.”

“Oh, no need to apologize,” Bradley said with a wink.

“It's your turn, Baby,” Bianca said.

“Oh! Right!” Who should she ask? Bianca had said she should try to get the boys aroused, but should she do that by daring Bianca to do something sexy, or would that make her mad.

“I pick...uh, Bradley.” There was something about him that appealed to her more than the two younger men. “Truth of Dare?”

“Well, I hope I don't bore you too much, but: Truth.”

Damn, Amy didn't know what to do in this situation. What question could she ask that would meet with Bianca's demands. She couldn't think of anything, so she just asked him what she wanted to know—hopefully Bianca wouldn't consider it too much of a violation.

“What are you doing here? I mean, you look too old to be a college student. No offense.”

Bradley laughed, “you mean Bianca didn't tell you? I teach here. In the English department. In fact, I think you have my class tomorrow morning.”

Amy was stunned—she'd been playing with her nipples in front of one of her professors? In her favorite subject? This was a nightmare, what would he think of her. She felt her self panicking, so she reminded herself that she had ****. She was only doing what she had to.

Bradley (Dr. Moore!) continued, “So, obviously, I was never here. It'll have to be our secret.” He winked, right at Amy. “So it's my turn now, right? I guess I'll ask Bianca. Truth or Dare.”

“Truth,” Bianca said.

“What's your real motivation for inviting us three here tonight.”

“Well, the truth is, Baby said she would do absolutely anything someone dared her to do, and I wanted to see how far she would really go.”

Amy was floored. Bianca had just thrown her under the bus—she could tell from the way they were looking at each other, that the three boys understood the implications of what Bianca had just revealed.

“So on that note, I'll give her another one. Baby, truth or dare?”

Amy faked a smile and gave her nipples quick pinch to make sure they were still hard. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. “Dare,” she said, “of course.”