Start slow and build up

“Clearly you like dares," I said, "So let’s play. Right here, right now.” I didn’t wait for a response. “You’re up first. Truth or dare, Christine?”

I actually think I caught her a little off guard. She had enjoyed teasing her friend, but now, in a way, the tables had turned.

“Um, truth,” she said.

“Classic,” I said. “Always start with truth…” I thought for a moment. Ridiculously sexy ideas tumbled one after another. What’s your favorite position? How often do you have sex? Tell me about the last time you had sex? Do you swallow? And so on. If I was too vanilla, this idea would wither and die, but if I went from 0 to 60, I didn’t think she’d play along.

“Okay,” I said. “Have you and Ava ever kissed?”

“Oh, good one,” she said. “Yeah, we’ve kissed twice.”

“Oh, shit!” I said. “Do tell.”

“Well, once was just during Truth or Dare, so maybe it doesn’t really count. But actually, I really liked it, and I asked her later if we could kiss again. She said yeah, and we kissed.”

“And…” I prompted.

“And…. I really liked it again!” Christine confessed. “But Ava’s not bi so she wasn’t very comfortable and that’s as far as it went.”

“Nice story,” I said. “Truth or dare?”

“Hey, no fair! It’s your turn.”

“Well, you already gave me like three dares, so I gotta catch up.”

Christine pretended to pout. “Okay fine. But it’s going to be truth again.”

“I can live with that,” I said. I thought for a moment. Then, “What’s the sexiest piece of underwear you own?”

“Honestly, I don’t have any particularly sexy underwear,” she said. “Never really had the money for it.”

“So, I guess you’re already wearing your sexiest underwear!” I teased.

“Yep,” she agreed.

“Well, truth or dare?” I prodded.

“Okay fine, dare!” she said.

I instantly replied, “I dare you to show me the sexiest piece of underwear you have own.”

“Haha, very funny.”

“I’m serious. Like I said before, a dare’s a dare.”

Maybe Christine is particularly uninhibited or maybe the **** was getting to her or maybe some of both, but after a moment of reflection, she said, “Okay, I can do that.” She lifted the hem of her skirt so I could see her legs all the way up to her thong, which still tantalizingly hid what I assumed was a marvelously juicy pussy. She quickly put her skirt back down and then shot at me, “Truth or dare, big man?”

“I’ll go with truth this time.”

“Good because I want to know this. Who do you find more attractive, Ava or me?”

“Well, that’s hardly a fair question,” I replied coolly.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Well, I’ve seen Ava’s tits, and I must admit, they’re pretty fantastic. Haven’t seen yours, though.”

I swear Christine blushed. “So you find her more attractive then?”

“For now,” I said, locking eyes with Christine and then ostentatiously scanning her body with my gaze. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Would Ava enjoy playing this as much as we are?”

“Yeah, I think she would. She loves Truth or Dare, actually,” Christine said. “So your turn. Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”