Two Kisses from Molly

Molly smiled. It had none of the trademark Molly warmth I'd come to expect from her. The situation with Lea and the professor must have really gotten under her skin. I wondered whether it was the professionalism, or the professor that most upset her. “I'm not a pussy. Dare,” she said, turning up her nose to her classmate.

I wouldn't have done it, especially when Lea had so recently been **** to strip. But my friend was clearly bolder than me. Lea looked her up and down, analyzing her to piece together what would really make her squirm. Obviously she could suggest something really insane, beyond the pale, but I didn’t think she would go that far. She wasn't going to descend to Jack's level. Just a little discomfort would be more than enough. “Kiss Paul, and then kiss Jack,” she said.

Molly's smile twinged. “That's two dares,” she said.

“No it's not. I said, ‘and then.’ It's not two dares if I tell you to chew an apple and then swallow it.”

Molly glanced at Paul, and then at Jack. The tired look in her eyes seemed to really wound Paul. He looked away. “Alright,” she said, rather than back down to her rival. She got up off the futon and went over to Paul. Then she kissed him once, on the cheek, and for barely an instant.

Lea jumped up, and for a second all of us saw her bouncing. I hate to say it, but I felt my mouth water. No better than a man, I thought, and looked away ashamed.

“You fucking know that's not what I meant, bitch!” she said.

“She's right,” laughed Jack. “You gotta get at least a little tongue action going.” He didn't bother to hide that he would benefit from it, too. He sat back on the bed looking totally assured of his place in the world.

“Then you need to give some clearer fucking instructions, Lea,” Molly said with ice on her tongue. Over her shoulder I saw the crestfallen look on Paul’s face, and I hoped desperately Joan wouldn't see it. Silly, given the shape of the game as it was developing. Regardless, the point seemed inarguable. Lea settled back on the bed and crossed her arms to deny everyone more glances at her body. She looked, very briefly, at Jack. I saw something change in her disposition. They didn't like each other, or maybe it was more right to say she didn't like him. But you know the saying about an enemy of your enemy…

Molly made the next part of her dare quick. She went over to the bed and kissed Jack on the cheek. His hand moved, and for a second I thought he was going to make a grab for her, but I guess it was involuntary. Smart. He can live another day, I thought.

Then Molly glanced around the circle. “Joan, truth or dare?” she said with a sigh.