Being a Friend

"That's what I'm talking about!" Hannah barked out a laugh.

Any eyes that had left Hannah's naked tits now swung back over to see the buxom blonde holding her phone while she continued to laugh.

"What's so funny?" Heather asked.

"This," Hannah replied, holding her phone up for her to see.

Heather squinted to see the texts on the screen. A wide grin appeared, and she turned to look over her shoulder at her other close friend.

"Nice job, Shar."

"What did I do now?" Sharon challenged, still in a pissy mood over her brother's massaging of Heather.

"What you intended," Heather responded. She enjoyed the redhead's confused face.

"It's from Taylor," Hannah explained. "She wants to know what the hell we're up to. It turns out that Gavin got a message on his phone and proceeded to faint when he saw it."

"Oh," Sharon sounded, before what happened fully hit her. "Well, that's exactly what I intended. My sexiness leaves men breathless."

"Knocks them off their feet is more like it," Logan commented, earning a smile from Sharon and a glare from Heather.

The half-naked hostess quickly changed the subject. "Who's turn is it?" Glancing to her side, she could see Ashley cringing. Examining the wine bottle, Heather's eyes traveled from it to the person who it had chosen.

Bianca smirked mischievously while rubbing her hands together, and scanning the circle. At the moment, Ashley thought that the captain of the Honeybears looked like a femme fatale or super-villainess in a movie. Showing how similar and different the old friends could be, Heather had the same thought but the opposite feeling. Unlike Ashley, the brunette felt a slight feeling of jealousy. That's how people should be viewing me!

"With so many people having used up their Truths, I have such wonderful ideas," the olive-skinned teen remarked.

"I guess I'm right. Some dancers lack brains," Kessler interrupted. "In case you forgot, the bottle is pointing at you. That means it's your turn for a Dare."

"Whatever. You're just going to make me take off my dress," Bianca shot back with sass.

"My dear Bianca, I'm going to have way more fun than that," Kessler replied with his own mischievous smile.

"I doubt your brain is creative enough to have actual fun," Bianca said dismissively.

"Oh, I think I have an active imagination. One that I'll even use to help out a friend," he hinted.

With that remark, Trent perked up, hoping his fortunes had changed. Brandon and Winkie both looked uneasy. The star quarterback knew that any Dare involving him and Ashley's rival could put him into a world of trouble. Next to Kessler, Winkie squirmed as Bianca frightened him.

"A friend? That sound intriguing," Bianca said, glancing back and forth between Brandon and Trent, and then at Ashley. The blonde did not care for the scheming look in the dark-haired girl's eyes.

"Bianca, I Dare you to strip out of your dress and then give Winkie a lapdance," Kessler ordered. The explosion he expected from his words came fast and furious.

"What?!" Bianca screeched, her confidence vanishing.

"Why?!" Winkie asked his friend.

"Kessler!" Ashley admonished.

"Good for you, buddy!" Trent cheered, motioning to Winkie.

"You can't be fucking serious?" Bianca spat out.

"Don't be mean to Will, Kessler," Ashley pleaded.

"Mean to him? He's being mean to me, not to Winkie!" Bianca snapped at the blonde cheerleader.

"Please don't make me do this," Winkie begged Kessler.

"Sorry, man. Just sick back and enjoy it," the stocky teen told his nervous teammate.

"Sorry?! What the fuck is wrong with me?" Bianca challenged Winkie as she scrambled to her feet. Marching straight over to him, the captain of the Honeybears placed her hands on her hips and glared down at kicker/punter. "I'm the girl you should be fantasizing about! I'm the girl that you should be begging to go through with it. So, why the fuck are you begging him?"

Sputtering and stuttering from the browbeating, Winkie frantically searched for any help. It came as a petite blonde shot up, stormed over, and grabbed the dark-haired girl's arm.

"Leave him alone!" Ashley ordered.

"Let go of me, bitch!" Bianca snapped, throwing off Ashley's hand. "What's wrong, Miss Meddlemaker? Plan to fail in fixing up the klutz with a victim? Or are you jealous that he's going to be worshiping me after my performance?"

"No, I'm worried that your shitty dancing skills will break his leg or neck," Ashley countered. It was a rare display of her losing her cool, but the Zuccaros and their pointless rivalry tested her temper at times.

Seeing his girlfriend's unusual anger, along with the balling her fists, Brandon rushed over to stop Ashley from doing anything she'd regret. Wrapping his arm around her slim waist, he started to usher her back to their seats.

"Don't let her get to you, Ash," Brandon said. "Winkie will be fine."

"Oh, he won't be fine when I'm done with him," Bianca promised. "And you'll see I'm the better woman, Bran."

"Shut up, witch!" Ashley yelled as she attempted to lunge out of Brandon's arms, but his strength held.

"You. Up!" Bianca ordered, turning her attention back to the klutzy kicker. "Now!"

Winkie scrambled to his feet in fear.

Grabbing the front of the teenager's button-up shirt, Bianca dragged Winkie across the great room until they reached the small table and two wooden chairs. Using her free hand, the bossy Honeybear pulled one of the hardback chairs out, placing it in front of the table.

"Sit!"

The meek teen followed the instruction and sat down. In front of him, the captain of the dance squad took a deep, angry breath. Bianca then swung her hips to her left in an exaggerated way and then to her right. That led to her to continuously sway her body.

As Charlie reclaimed his phone from Madison, he rushed over to get in a better position to film the Dare. Fiddling with her phone, Hannah selected a song she felt would be fitting for the striptease, turning the volume up as high as possible.

Shimmying her body, Bianca began to get into her dance, lowering herself down almost to the floor as her hands caressed her curves downward. As she rose back up, the dancer let her palms tug up the bottom of her cherry red dress, revealing her upper thighs. Those same hands continued upward, roaming over the edges of her breasts, the cheeks of her face until they bunched up her black hair over the top of her head. Twirling around, Bianca put her back to Winkie. Peeking over her shoulder, she slowly lowered one of the red, spaghetti straps that held up her dress, and then the other. With both down, the top of the dress slipped down to her waist, only staying up because of the curves of her hips.

As Charlie zoomed in, the rest of the circle now saw the matching cherry red, strapless bra that worked overtime to contain the sultry dancer's D-cups. Now in her zone, Bianca reveled at the attention her body and her moves garnered. With a smirk, the dark-haired seductress took several steps back until she felt Winkie's knees. Dancing her fingers down her skin again, Bianca stopped them at her bust, where she cupped their underside, before continuing. Only this time, the wannabe femme fatale didn't crouch. No, on this descent, Bianca only bent her body at the waist, leaving her legs locked straight, and more importantly, leaving her taut ass against Winkie's knees. The whimper she heard over the music began to turn her on. Not that she desired the klutzy kicker, but that she loved controlling men and their emotions.

Raising the top half of her body, Bianca's fingers took hold of the bottom of the cherry red dress and shimmied it up and over her hips. As it came back up to cover her bra-clad breasts, the dancer spun around to face the sitting, squirming teenager. The worship that she saw in his eyes sent bolts of electricity through her veins. As she kept up her swaying to the music in her head, not the song on Hannah's phone, Bianca slowly moved the dress past her heaving breasts. Wanting to see the look on Winkie's face, she yanked it swiftly over her heard, in time to be rewarded by the pure awe on his face as he finally saw her cherry red bra.

In her mind, Wilbur Winkie was no longer the bumbling, annoying klutz from the football team. No, the guy sitting in front of her was now her audience of one, and she would blow his mind to keep her reputation as the best dancer at Azure Rocks High. Leaning over, Bianca reached out, gently taking his chin in her hand, closing his mouth with a laugh. Moving back from him, she grabbed his knees and pushed his legs apart, before immediately spinning around again to face away.

Restarting her dance, Bianca put an extra sway into her hips, moving her ass side to side, knowing that the back of red cherry panties had transformed into a de facto thong. Deciding the time was right, the dance captain stepped back and in-between Will's legs, sliding her toned ass along his groin. His heavy breathing turned ragged, worrying Bianca that he might start hyperventilating again, but it evened back out as she slid her ass away from his groin. Her theory about the cause and effect proved correct as she made five more slides back onto his groin.

On the fifth time, Bianca slid all the way onto his lap so that she now sat on it. She could feel the hard woodstick that laid down the side of his upper thigh. Her smirk turned to look of curiosity as it felt far longer and thicker than could've ever imagined.

Across the room, Kessler smiled as he watched Bianca's angry face turn a little lustful. His plan to rile the bitchy teen up had worked out perfectly. Despite his constant ribbing of Winkie, he always felt sympathy for how his friend became flustered around pretty girls. Maybe tonight could give Will more confidence and improve his self-esteem. Of course, knocking Bianca down a peg or two is equally as rewarding.

Back on the chair, Bianca put one hand behind her and around Winkie's head. Running it through his hair, she leaned back to speak into his ear. "Are you ready to blow yet?" the lap-dancer inquired in a throaty voice.

Unable to speak, Winkie nodded his head.

That caused the usually non-giggly girl to giggle. Launching herself off his lap, Bianca ignored the rest of the spectators and flipped around to face the subject of her Dare. Feeling like the prey before his predator, Winkie gulped as his frequent terrorizer crawled onto his lap. So close did Bianca come, that she rubbed her breasts against his groin, stomach, chest, and finally face. Unknown to the Honeybear, every few inches incrementally slid her strapless bra down a tad bit. By the time her bountiful breasts hit his chin, the top edge had slid down enough that her nipples had come free.

Never in his life had Wilbur Winkie ever imagined that he would see Bianca Zuccaro's nipples in their glory. Ever since middle school, she had taken advantage of his fumbling, flustering way around pretty girls, and used it to amuse her and her clique.

Never in his life had Will the klutzy kicker, who had hit the game-winning field goal against Swallow Crossing, taken the initiative with a girl. Now, as Bianca fulfilled her Dare and ground her groin against his did Will find the nerve. It was almost as if a magnet pulled him toward those hard, pink pebbles.

Damn, Winkie feels pretty big. Hopefully, someone makes him drop his drawers so that—whoa, I did not just think that! He better be close to cumming. I'm getting a little worked up—

"Oooohhhh!" Bianca moaned in surprise as his lips sucked at her right nipple. In shock, it took the dance squad captain a few long seconds to figure out what happened. Never in the reality that existed before tonight would Winkie have the guts to suck on her tits. "What. Are. You. DoING!!!" Bianca screeched as the formerly terrified teenager switched to her left nipple and bit it.

"Holy shit," spoke Hannah, Trent, Brandon, Sharon, Yelena, and Delilah.

"I can't believe..." Teresa started to say but couldn't finish the words as she watched her younger sister dry hump THAT boy's dick through his pants.

"Ugh," moaned Madison as she squeezed her legs together tightly. Her brother's friends suddenly appeared much more appealing to her tonight. Kessler looked like a god ready to conqueror me. Winkie's turned into a beast, and Trent's definitely packing a work of art.

One girl who's mind had been blown was Ashley. Looking to protect Will from all the teasing he had to endure, the faithful blonde suddenly started to have some very dirty thoughts about her boyfriend's friend. Is this how Hannah thinks?

The guy closest to the action, Charlie, suddenly found himself filming a softcore porn flick. Bianca had wholly lost herself in her lapdance as she humped away and ran her hands through Winkie's short blond hair. In return, Will had yanked the strapless bra down to free all of her magnificent tits. He licked, sucked, bit, and pretty much mauled those delightful D-cups.

"O-oh my....oooh yes...yes...YES!" Bianca squealed and moaned as the unthinkable approached.

Feeling himself seconds away from erupting, Winkie deep down knew this would likely be his only chance. So he reached down, slid his hands under those cherry red panties, and squeezed hard on those taut asscheeks, fingers digging in tight.

"Uggggghhhhhh!"

"Oh, fuuuuuuuccccKKKKK!!!!" Bianca howled, whipping her head back so that her dilated pupils stared unfocused at the vaulted ceiling of the great room.

A shocked silence filled Ravers Cabin as the rest of the guests didn't know how to respond. Once the dual orgasms finished, Bianca collapsed onto Winkie with both gasping for air.

"Yes!" Kessler's roar broke the eerie silence. Rushing over to the couple, he slapped Bianca's ass. "Way to go, Zuccaro."

"Wha-" the black-haired girl sounded, swaying over as her green eyes looked glassy.

Kessler kept her from falling over and to the floor. Instead, he helped lift her off his friend's soaked lap. Nodding at his teammate, he added, "Damn, Wink, I didn't think you had that in you!"

"No shit," Trent muttered before raising his voice. "Way to go, Will!"

"Shit, who would've thought that Winkie would be the star of the party," Brandon remarked to Ashley. He noticed her flushed face and sweaty forehead but mistook it for embarrassment over the Dare. "Hey, it's okay. He's fine."

"Uh-huh, finer than I thought," Ashley responded, staring at the exhausted mess of Bianca. Of all the guys to do that to her.

Slumped in his chair, Will offered a weary smile to the praise. He couldn't understand why Trent and Brandon's sisters had hungry looks on their faces while they stared at him. What he did notice was a cell phone only a couple of feet away.

"Oh, no," he groaned.

"Oh, yes!" Poet tittered, practically dancing on her feet as she still recorded her cousin. Despite Charlie's filming, the eccentric girl knew she had to get another angle of the lapdance. "What until our family gets a look at this! They will be so proud!"

"Oh, no!" her cousin's face paled as the old Winkie came rushing back.

"Dude, I thought my family was messed up," Charlie commented with a shake of his as he checked to make sure he had plenty of room left on his phone for more videos.

"Hey!" Rebecca and Karen squawked.

"Okay, you win, Teresa. Your family is by far the favorite to win stripper-of-the-year in the family category," Hannah remarked, having to get in a dig.

"I've seen you give far more energetic and sluttier lapdances at our high school parties," Teresa spat back.

"True," Hannah admitted, her smile growing wider.

"Uh, it's your turn to spin, Bianca," Logan reminded her.

"I think she might need a moment," Yelena responded. She watched as her best friend laid back onto the floor next to her, mumbling something. "Um, what was that, Bee?

"I need a drink!"