Truth or Dare - Hot (Part 1)

“So…” Alice, with her cheeks red yet trying to keep a semblance of composure, cleared her throat and said, “Should we move up another level?”

“Yes.” It was unanimous.

“At this point in the game,” Mila read from the screen, “we will assume all players are at least half-naked. Get ready to kick things up another notch.”

“So we got unlucky?” Sarah asked. “I was expecting more dares to involve taking clothes off, especially after that early one with Oliver.”

“I think so,” Mila said. “Supposedly it has over 300 different questions and dares.”

“Let’s do this, then,” Alice said. “We’re getting a little carried away with the dares, so let’s all answer at least one truth and strip afterwards. What do you say?”

I nodded. “Better than stripping for no reason.”

“Oh, I can think of plenty of reasons,” Grace said.

“Sure, but we’re playing a game,” Noelle said. “If we’re gonna strip, let’s make a game out of it, too.”

“Ready to be the first one, then?” Sarah asked, her grin teasing.

“M-Me? I…” Noelle blinked, then looked around the living room. When her eyes widened and her jaw half-dropped, I knew what she was thinking without the need for mind reading, and apparently so did Grace.

“Suddenly realizing you’re in my house, aren’t you?” Grace asked, chuckling.

“Well… I g-guess I got a little too into the game, too. Sorry, it’s just… a little awkward. I mean, this is your dad’s house, right?”

“And my dad’s not here and won’t be until after new years,” Grace said. “Does that sound like a father who cares about what her daughter is doing with her friends?”

“I have to agree with her on this one, Noelle,” Alice said. “I know Grace is a schemer and a perv, but she’s not reckless. We just need to be sufficiently responsible. We’re on birth control and we’ll leave the place spotless afterwards.”

Noelle looked down with slightly puffed cheeks and a frown. She then sighed heavily and grinned at Grace. “Yeah. Yeah, let’s do it.”

Noelle likely felt the same as I did. I wasn’t feeling much guilt over this, either.

“Sorry to break it to you, but you’re going first, Sarah,” Mila told the blonde, showing her the phone screen.

“Alright, fine.” Sarah smirked and crossed her arms. “Hit me.”

“What do you think is the perfect penis size?”

“At risk of sounding like an ass-kisser… What’s your size, Oliver?”

“I don’t think he’s measured it,” Grace said.

“I… have, actually,” I answered in shame. “T-Thomas brought it up once so I got curious.”

“And? Don’t leave us hanging!” Mila said.

“T-Twenty three centimeters…”

There was a sudden lull in the room. The girl’s eyes were on me, but their minds were somewhere else.

“Twenty three…?” Mila muttered.

Grace swallowed. “I mean, we’ve seen it, but when you put a number on it…

“Forget seeing it,” Sarah said. “We’ve felt it. That thing should kill us!”

“Don’t exaggerate,” Alice told her. “But… yes, it is… impressive.”

“Twenty three…” Noelle muttered.

I think the question passed through all our heads, even if we didn’t mention it or dwelled on it for more than a few seconds. How much of this was the spirit’s, Frey’s doing?

“A-Anyway,” Sarah said, coughing to clear her throat. “I’ll just say 23 centimeters is the perfect size.”

The rest of the girls nodded their agreement. I could’ve laughed if I didn’t feel so self-conscious.

After answering, Sarah stood up and began to take off her clothes in front of us. She didn’t exactly make a show of it, but she did turn around a couple times to show her butt as her pants were coming down. She stayed in her underwear, which, as I had guessed, were a purple set of sports bra and panties.

“You decided to wear that today?” Mila asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I can take a guess of what you’re all wearing under those clothes,” Sarah said. “I chose this for variety and because the man likes it.”

“Love you,” I told her.

Sarah sat down and Mila spun the names again. “This time is… Oh, it’s me. So I have to pick truth, right? Let’s see… Huh? What vegetables have I used to masturbate? Weird question…”

“Never mind that,” Grace said. “The answer?”

“Sorry to be boring, but none. I know people do it, but imagine you’re using a cucumber and the thing snaps and half of it is inside you. No thanks. Not taking that risk.”

I nodded my approval at her flawless logic.

Mila stood up and began to take off her clothes, too. She stopped at her underwear as well, but as we’d gotten a peek of before, she was wearing a set of black, sheer lingerie that showed just a hint of her nipples underneath.

“Okay, this is a little embarrassing,” she admitted with a cute laugh. “Sarah looks like she’s ready for a workout, so it’s like I’m the only one in her underwear. Someone else join me, quickly!”

The names spun, and they stopped at Alice. Mila read the question.

“Alice… Would you go to a swingers club?”

I flinched at the question, but seeing Alice innocently tilting her head made the situation a little funnier.

“What’s a swingers club?” she asked.

“Swinging is when two couples swap partners for sex,” Grace explained. “A swingers club is basically just a club where sex is permitted and encouraged, and couples may want to swap partners for a night.”

“And you learned this where?” Sarah asked her.

“Novels,” Grace answered easily. “So take it with a grain of salt.”

“So… Would you go, Alice?” Noelle asked her, unable to stop herself from sounding uneasy. I was also dreading the answer.

“I… think I would,” Alice said, and my heart nearly stopped. “But only if we’re allowed to stick to our own partner, too. I don’t know. I think I’d like to watch other people doing it.” She smirked. “And let others watch Oliver do me.”

Holy hell, my heart was filled with so much relief I almost melted in my seat.

“I’m with you there,” Grace said. “Thinking about it, it might be the closest we can get to free use without magic stuff. Huh. I’d forgotten swingers clubs were a thing.”

“Yeah, but we’d get people coming up to ask us, too,” Mila said.

“That’d be uncomfortable,” Noelle said, nodding.

“Let’s… save that conversation for another time, okay?” I said. Honestly, from what they said, half of it sounded horrible, the other half sounded hot as fuck. I couldn’t admit it out loud yet, but… Yeah, the idea of other seeing me fuck these girls was already making me dick twitch.

Did I always have a hidden exhibitionist kink or was I slowly growing one?

Anyway, we watched Alice as she removed her clothes. In contrast to Mila, Alice was wearing a set of pure white lace lingerie, so white the flower patterns were barely noticeable.

“Too boring?” Alice asked me.

“They make me feel bad that I’m lusting over an angel,” I told her.

Alice blushed and got bashful all of a sudden. “I’m too much of a perv to be an angel,” she said, giggling.

Yeah, she was, but it only made me love her more.

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