Regan

"Regan," Mary said in a trembling voice. To her surprise, at her pronouncement, a few voices let out and audible sigh of disappointment while one or two players sported mournful visages.

Regan pushed his glasses up his nose a satisfied smirk on his face.

"You only get a minute you know?" Misty interjected with a bit of venom dripping from her voice before mouthing the word "Typical" under her breath.

Regan got up from his seat and strolled nonchalantly over to Mary before languidly sitting down beside her. "True, but the clock doesn't start till I taste Mary's sweet nipples."

Mary's face had turned a light shade of pink as she was being argued over. "Would you two stop sniping at each other?" Venus said interrupting the burgeoning feud between Misty and Regan. "Your bickering has managed to embarrass the new girl more than the thought she is about to fondled in front of a room of complete strangers."

Without ever looking at the ebony beauty Regan replied" Venus, you of all people should know there is o way I'm not going to draw this out as long as possible." Then he added with a bit of harsh derision, "I know you would do the same."

Venus' blunt assertion and Regan's loaded reply had the effect of turning Mary's face from slight shade of pink to cherry red. Regan then leaned in placing his cheek in direct contact with Mary's and whispered in her ear. "Don't worry girl. You're about to get a sixty-second glimpse of Nirvana. Now be a doll and lift your arms."

Mary's eyes were wide with anticipation as she lifted her tremblings arms above her. Regan reached down for the hem of Mary's shirt and slowly began to raise it above her head. His stong hands tracing Mary's taught pale flesh. A nervous giggle escaped the young {if virginity = 1}virgin's{else}girl's{endif} mouth as Regan's fingers slid up her smooth armpits. Regan stopped, gave a devilish grin, and then proceed to remove and discard Mary's top.

Mary's black lace bra clad chest came into view for all to see. "Exquisite," Regan remarked as he subconsciously licked his lips in anticipation. As Regan admired Mary's luscious breasts, the young woman started to become anxious as she noticed the intent lustful stares of the rest of group. Instinctively she slowly raised a hand to cover herself. But before Mary could Misty's hand shot out and firmly took hold of her arm. The lithe young man shook his head and mouthed the word no as he stared into Mary's eyes with a dominant lustfilled gaze.

Mary could feel the heat now pouring into her chest as she allowed Regan to place her hand back into her lap. Without warning, Regan lunged forward and kissed Mary hard. His tongue was immediately shooting out and finding the stunned girl's mouth agape. He tastes delicious! Was the only thought in Mary's head as she eagerly returned Regan's kiss.

The mood was discourteously interrupted when Misty spoke up. "The dare was for Mary's breast to be fondled not for a hot and heavy make-out session."

Regan broke the kiss and shot an icy glare Venus' way. As Mary panted Regan, without breaking eye contact with Misty reached behind Mary and deftly undid the clasp to the young girl's bra. He tossed Mary's sexy lingerie aside before moving his gaze to take in the fullness of the young girl's naked breasts. Regan's right hand began to trace the supple curves of Mary's bare chest.

Mary let out a soft moan before biting her lower as the initial pleasure traveled from her breast down to her quickly moistening slit. Regan's mouth swiftly dove for Mary's right nipple. A yelp escaped the young girl's mouth as Regan playfully bit into the already stiff flesh. Both Regan and Mary were so caught up in the passion of the moment that neither heard the beep of the stopwatch.

Regan alternated between each breast forcefully sucking, playfully biting, and her tongue sensually tracing the small bumps on Mary's areola. Mary felt her hand slowly descend to her crotch longing to plunge her digits into her steaming vagina. The pleasure causing Mary to forget surroundings. She was shocked when Regan's hand joined her's. He skillfuly popped the button fastening her jeans then gripped her zipper and began to slowly pull it down.

A slight panic went through Mary's mind. It feels good but is this too much; she thought as she tried to decide whether to stop the adventurous youth or let him continue.

She never had to make that decision. "Time," rang out from Misty's as the stopwatch let out a timely chime.

Regan stopped removing his mouth ever so slightly from Mary's heaving chest. A thin stream of saliva still connected her lips to Mary's hard nipple. His hand still holding on to Misty's zipper. His glare toward Misty was practically savage.

"Rules are rules," the green haired punk rocker sternly stated.

Regan relented, got up, and went wordlessly back to his seat. Unnoticed by Mary, who was still basking in the afterglow, Venus passed the boxes left, and the game continued.

"Earth to Mary. It's your turn," came Regan's voice pulling Mary back to reality.

"Dare!" She eagerly responded.

"Not that kind of turn," Misty interjected. "It's your turn to pick some to dare or tell the truth."

Mary looked down at the red and black boxes that sat in front of her and then at the circle of mostly naked players. Who should I choose; she thought hesitantly.