Agree.

You don't know what the punishment is, but it could be worse than this. Finally, you lower your hands to touch the bottom fabric of your white t shirt, and slowly, you begin to pull it up. With every inch of your form slowly being revealed, you soon notice that Alison is staring eagerly. She looks as if she's enjoying every second of it. You're moving slowly through humiliation, but to her, it's the perfect tease most likely.

Up it goes, and over your bust until you're able to pull it over your head. Though with one hand, you self-consciously block your nipples from view, and with the other, you drop the shirt onto the floor.

"Aw... No fun. I guess I didn't dare you to _not_ cover up. Rats." She giggles. "I choose dare, by the way. How about this? Truths are boring. Let's only do dares from now on."

She's enjoying this way too much--your embarrassment. To even the playing field, you decide what you need to do. You dare her to remove her shirt and agree to her terms. That way, she'll be just as flustered and susceptible to being caught.

"Ooh. Fine. If that's what you want, I accept."

This time, she's the one who takes hold of the bottom of her own pink tank top, and she pulls it over her slender thin body. Her breasts aren't quite as big as yours, but they're certainly there, and to your surprise, she spares to time to cover them with her arm like you do. She tosses the shirt aside, sitting with her bust and stomach fully exposed.

You inspect her, and wonder how she keeps such a fit body... but you catch yourself staring and look back up to her smiling face. A gentle red comes to her cheeks as you remind yourself of your situation. You and Alison, sitting both half-naked in her apartment.

"Now, I dare you to kiss me. Not for long. Just five seconds, and it can be as gentle as you want it to be. Even just a peck."