Truth or Dare - Mild (Part 2)

“Next is… Noelle! Truth or dare?” Mila asked.

“Truth again,” the redhead answered, only this time there was no hesitation or nerves.

“Let’s see… HA! This one’s too appropriate! Would you be aroused if Oliver tied you to the bed?”

Noelle stiffened and pressed her legs together as she fidgeted. “Y-Yes, I think so,” she answered, looking down.

“What if, say, Alice did it?” Grace asked her.

“Hm? Why me?” Alice asked.

“No particular reason.”

“Hmm…” Noelle gave it some thought. “It… wouldn’t be the same, I guess, so I don’t think so.”

“Are we asking follow-up questions, then?” I asked.

“I don’t mind,” Noelle said. “I’m… well… You all know each other so well already, but I’m… sort of a stranger to this group, so… I want to know you all better, and l-let you know me, too.”

“You’re not a stranger,” Sarah told her. “You’re a friend already. But I do agree that it won’t hurt to pick some more truths than dares.”

“And you’d be surprised,” Mila told Noelle. “Yeah, we’ve known each other for years, but you’re never done getting to know someone. Games like these can bring out some spicy secrets. So with that… Alice, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Oh, see what I mean?” Mila said, surprised at the question she read on her phone screen. “I don’t know this. Alice, what kind of drunk are you?”

“Oh yeah, we’ve never seen Alice drunk,” Sarah said. “I guess because we started drinking well after we… you know, stopped hanging out so much.”

Alice groaned and rubbed the bridge of her nose. “I’m… a loud drunk,” she admitted.

“Loud? What do you mean?”

“I start speaking louder, just short of screaming. I also laugh more. It’s embarrassing, so I try not to drink too much whenever I do drink.”

I snickered. “You laugh MORE?”

Alice giggled. “Yes, if you can believe it. And I laugh at the stupidest jokes, too.”

“But that’s always,” Noelle said. “Are you constantly drunk, Alice?”

“Of course not. I like driving too much to go around drinking.”

We laughed together. Picturing a drunk Alice was funny, but I wasn’t sure it was something I really wanted to see.

Mila spun the names again, and her own name popped up. “Me again. I’ll go truth, too. So… What part of my body do I like the most?” She smirked. “Anyone up for a guess?”

“Your boobs,” I said.

“Wrong. Grace, Alice and Noelle’s are bigger.”

Sarah scoffed. “Then what’s left for me? I have the smallest boobs in our group.”

“They’re still pretty big, though.” Noelle giggled. “And going by what we saw just earlier, Oliver loves them.”

“True,” I said. “All your boobs are perfect.”

“Sweet talker.”

Alice hummed in thought. “Your eyes?” she guessed. “They’re really pretty.”

“Closer, but no.”

“Then… your hair?” I guessed.

“Ding, ding ding!” Mila grinned. “I love my hair color. This shade of blonde is really weird, isn’t it? But I like it.”

“Back in freshman year of high school, a group of girls tried to bully her over it,” Grace said, smirking. “It reeked of jealousy, though, and everyone could tell.”

“Not even Mila herself fell for it,” Sarah said, laughing and she remembered.

“It is beautiful. Makes you stand out a lot,” Noelle told her.

“Has anyone here ever thought of dying their hair?” I asked out of curiosity.

“I’ve thought about it,” Sarah said. “There was a time when I wanted to dye it fully black because I thought it looked cool, but mom didn’t let me. Said I should wait until I was 16, at least. By then I stopped caring.”

“Sarah with black hair…” Alice muttered, staring at her friend. “I think it would fit, actually. Though your hair is really pretty, too, so it’d be a shame to dye it.”

“Agreed,” I said. “On both accounts.”

“I once thought of dying my hair blonde,” Grace said. “Since I was kind of the odd one out in that sense. Mila, Sarah and Alice are all blonde, right? I thought it’d be funny if we matched.”

“Grace with blonde hair…” Alice mutered. “Nope. I don’t see it.”

“Yeah, don’t do it,” Mila agreed.

“I’d creep me out,” Sarah said.

“You girls… can be really harsh sometimes,” Noelle said with a weak chuckle.

I had to agree with that. Grace pouted, but didn’t think much of it.

We had a few more rounds on the mild level of the game. It was all pretty tame, which… was a little disappointing simply because of the state I was in. Pent up as I was, kissing and touching Sarah had left me wanting more. And I think the girls read that in me through our shared connection because Mila suggested this next question or dare to be the last one in the mild category.

“Okay, next one is… Noelle! Truth or dare?”

“D-Dare!” she said.

Mila looked at her screen, read the dare and smirked. “Tie up Oliver’s hands behind his back, then tickle him for 20 seconds! If he resists, he can do one thing to you in return.”

Oh boy.

Noelle grinned. “I won’t go easy on you, okay?”

Alice threw the scarf she had used as a blindfold to Noelle. The redhead tied my hand, stood in front of me as I was sitting, waited for Mila to start the timer… and attacked me mercilessly.

She tickled my stomach, my sides, my armpits, my neck… And it had no effect at all.

Noelle gasped. “N-No way…”

“What the hell? Oliver isn’t ticklish!?” Mila shared the shock.

“How have we not learned this by now?” Sarah asked.

I grinned smugly. “I’m completely immune to tickles. You’re powerless against me.”

“No way. You’re just holding it back,” Mila said.

I puffed out my chest. “You can try again if you want. You and Noelle can tickle at the same time, but if I don’t laugh, you both lose.”

Mila and Noelle shared a look of utter determination.

“Grace, start the timer,” Mila said, sliding her phone over the coffee table.

The countdown started and Mila and Noelle attacked with every ounce of their strength, going for different angles. Since I wasn't wearing shoes, Mila tried to tickle my feet while Noelle lifted my shirt and tickled my bare stomach. A commendable, but fruitless effort.

“Time,” Grace said. “You know, I’m shocked, too. He’s so sensitive when you’re caressing him, but tickles have no effect.”

“Okay, okay. We lost,” Mila said, pouting.

“Then… w-what’s our punishment?” Noelle asked, though her red cheeks and small, excited smile betrayed her desires.

“I want… A three-way kiss.”

Mila and Noelle shared another look.

“I’m willing if you are,” Mila said.

“Let’s do it.”

One of them sat on one of my legs, facing me. I wrapped an arm around their waists and held them close. My heart was racing in excitement, and I could tell by those smiles that the two girls shared the anticipation.

I kissed Noelle first, licking her lips. It was short and sweet. Then I kissed Mila in the same way.

Noelle was the first one to stick out her tongue. The three of us leaned in at the same time and our tongues touched, soon got tangled in a silly, playful and wet three-way kiss. Their hot breath hit my face, and the closeness made their breasts rub against my chest.

Honestly, three-way kisses are on the awkward side. It’s 90% just licking each other’s tongues. That said, it’s a very different kind of fun, and the fact that it’s with two girls instead of just one adds to the arousal, at least for me.

We pulled away after about a minute. Both Mila and Noelle kissed me on the cheek and moved from my lap to sit down next to me.

I swallowed the mix of our saliva. “So… How about we move on to the spicy level now?”

There were no objections.

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