Truth and Dare with Misty

The boxes full of truths and dares passed around the circle. They might as well throw the truth deck in the trash. I don't think anyone has chosen that option in a quite a while. By the time it was Mary's turn to ask that fateful question once again the scene before her was one of debauchery.

Dear God; Mary thought as she surveyed the tangle of bodies that made up the group before her. No one has a stitch of clothing left on them. In fact, only Regan, Misty, Venus, that Native American guy I think I heard someone call Joseph, a young Korean girl whose name is Yun or Yumi... Maybe? Not that it's importat. And me are not currently fucking someone. Though once I pull and ask this dare that number will probably go down by at least two.

Mary looked around the group deciding on who to ask. "Misty, truth or dare?"

Regan groaned at the mention of his rivals name. Misty smiled at Regan's discomfort. "Dare."

Mary reached into the box and pulled out a card. "Double Trouble. Double Trouble? What's that mean?"

"It means that instead of you just daring me you pull out one of the special green-backed cards that contains a truth and a related dare," Misty said with nervous trepidation.

Mary reached into the deck and pulled the green card. "Truth: Do you believe in love at first sight and if so who have you fallen in love with upon first seeing them?"

Misty blanched. "I... I... I don't... know."

"The hard ass punk grrrl brought low by such a simple question," Regan mocked. "If you don't want to answer I'll take over for you."

Misty scowled at Regan for his blatant power play. "I didn't use to, but I do now," she answered while staring a hole through her rival.

Regan pushed his glasses up his nose. "That's only half the question. Who was this goddess that changed your mind?"

Misty eyes shot daggers at Regan. What could have her so angry; Mary thought as she watched the green haired punk rocker ball both of her fists ups.

Misty closed her eyes and whispered an inaudible name.

"I'm sorry I didn't catch that," Regan chided. "If you want I can take over from here."

"Mary," Misty snarled her eyes flashing open. A mixture of relief and embarrassment showed on her face.

Mary's mouth nearly hit the floor. "M m m me?"

Regan clapped his hands together. "Oh, this is too rich. I knew you had a thing for young bi girls but to fall in love with some tourist in town for the con. That's just so... so pathetic."

Misty stood up and bolted for the door. The thumping music drowned out her sobs. She grabbed the door handle and began to jerk.

"Open damn you," Misty cried as she laid her head against the locked door.

"Already leaving?" The nerdy doorman asked sarcastically.

Misty turned and punched the nerdy doorman right in the gut,"Open this goddamn door, or I'll use your scrawny ass to batter it down!"

"Okay," the man squeaked holding hist stomach trying to catch his breath. He lifted the latch and opened the door.

Misty burst into the night looked left and right. Not seeing anyone she threw her head back and howled."Fuck!"

"Where do you think you're you going?" Mary yelled as she busted out of the Napoli's entrance.

Misty spun around her ire rising. "Anywhere but here! Of all the goddamn questions. And that motherfucker Regan egging it on. Oh God, you must hate me," Misty lowered her head and began to sob.

Mary walked over and placed her hugged Misty. "I don't hate you. Well, I would if you had taken off and left me alone with Regan. He really is an ass."

Misty looked up at the young girl she had just shamefully confessed her love for. "Yeah, sorry about that. Look I'll take you back to the hotel, and then you won't have to see my crazy ass anymore."

"Can't do that just yet," Mary replied.

"Why not?" Misty asked genuinely confused.

"You still have to do the dare on this card. Can't leave things half done," Mary said holding up the green card from the game.

"You're serious?" Misty said as she rubbed the moisture from her eyes.

"I'm always serious when it comes to games," Mary said with faux earnestness. Then she held the card up and began to read. "Dare: If you confess your love and that person is present. Allow them to show you their feelings."

"Is that it? It doesn't seem like much," Misty said a bit disappointed at the lack of specific instructions.

"I disagree," Mary said as she began to stroke the green haired girl's face. "I think it gives me all the directions I need." Mary then kissed Misty passionately as she slipped her hand under the punk rock girls shirt.

Misty broke the kiss as she squirmed under Mary's unexpected touch. "We're out in the open someone could come and out catch us at any moment."

Mary flashed a disappointed look at Misty. "Are you ashamed of me?"

"No, no. It's just I'm not sure I want everyone to see me shoved up against my piece of junk car while the most beautiful girl I've met has me writhing in pleasure," Misty said as she seductively ran her hand through Mary's hair.

Mary smiled coyly, grabbed Misty by the hand and dragged her into the alley beside the club. She shoved the older woman up against the wall and began a furious make-out session. Misty began to moan loudly. When Mary grabbed the hem of her shirt to lift it over her head, Misty unconsciously raised her arms to allow it.

The cool night air caused goose pimples to rise on Misty's taught lean flesh. If she felt any discomfort though she did not acknowledge it. Instead, Misty deftly slipped a hand behind her back and unclipped her bra allowing it to fall into the same dark void that her shirt had been discarded. Mary wasted no time as soon as Misty's small breasts sprang free she took one of her rapidly stiffening nipples into her mouth and began to suckle. "Fuck yes!" Misty growled passionately. The pressure of ravenous young woman and the strength of the brick wall behind her was all that held up Misty her legs long since had become jelly.

"I love how you taste," Mary said as she removed her mouth from Misty's heaving breasts long enough to unbutton the green haired girls pants before shoving a free hand inside. "You've soaked your panties."

Misty made no reply. Rather, she put her hours at the gym to good use and picked up her petite lover, spun around, and shoved her up against the wall. Mary wrapped her legs around Misty and the two young women once again locked lips in a wild embrace. Misty's lean pale white muscles silhouetted against the darkness as she removed Mary's shirt. Misty sucked in her breath when saw the contrast between Mary's creamy alabaster skin against her black lacy bra. The older woman pulled, the younger closer and brought their mouth together; their tongues were searching to find it's counterpart. Somewhere in the tangle of body, lips, and tongues, Mary's bra was removed, and her ample chest spilled out again.

"It's not fair that your chest is bigger than mine," Misty pouted.

Mary untangled herself from the taller girls grip and stood back her own feet. She began to unbuckle her pants. "It can't be helped. You're so fit. The toned muscles of a robust man with the sensuous curves of a woman. No girl, straight or gay, could resist such a delectable specimen."

"So which are you, straight or gay?" Misty asked as she watched Mary slide her pants and underwear to the ground before stepping out them.

"I haven't decided," the nude girl replied. "Though I know which way I'm leaning right now." Mary teased as she used one finger to beckon Misty to her while the other began to rub her moistening slit.

Misty quickly removed the rest of her clothing. Both women now stood naked in the back alley of the Napoli. The only light that of the stars and distant street lamps. Anyone could have come upon the erotic scene, but both women were past caring. Misty knelt in front of Mary her nose mere inches from the young girls steamy pussy. She looked up into Mary's yearning visage. "I love you," the green hair girl said before pushing her tongue inside Mary.

Mary nearly fell as the pleasure from the unexpected declaration coupled with Misty's skilled tongue through off her equilibrium.

"Oh yes, right there," Mary moaned as multiple orgasms raced through her body. She reached out a hand mussing up Misty's green hair. "Keep going," she commands. Mary bit her lip to keep from yelling obscenities as the pleasure from Misty's tongue flows through her body. If I let my voice out will someone come to investigate? What if they did? Would they join in or just watch?

"Uhhh," escaped Mary's lips as the thought of some man finding her trembling to Mary's touch. Maybe even forcing her to take him in her mouth all the while Misty ate her out. Mary went to the ground the eroticism of her current situation was too much for her to remain standing.

Misty crawled up Mary's body kissing along the way. Once their bodies were even with each other Misty began rubbing her aching quim against Mary's needy lips. As their juices mixed on each other's inner thighs, both girls moaned loudly unable to contain their excitement any longer before collapsing in each other's arms basking in mutual bliss.

"That was spectacular," Mary said as she nuzzled Misty's neck.

"Best I ever had," the green haired vixen cooed before getting up and helping Mary to her feet. We best get dressed before someone finds us back here and has their way with us.

"Would that be so bad?" Mary asked tracing Misty's nipple with the tip of her finger.

"You are bad," Misty replied with mirth as she bent down and pulled her panties back on. "But let's save inviting other people to join us for later in the week."