Truth or Dare

"Sure, what kind of game?"

"Hmmmm... Not enough people for spin the bottle, since Amy isn't here, but how about truth or dare?"

"Alright, I guess. You want to start or me?"

"I'll start. Truth or dare?"

"Truth," I replied. I didn't expect that he'd ask anything weird, and I didn't plan on doing anything I shouldn't, but truth was always a safe choice.

"Ok, how about... what's celebrity would you make out with?"

"Definitely Chris Hemsworth, easy peasy. Truth or dare?"

"Strike a pose!"

He grunted, whipping off his shirt and striking the stereotypical bodybuilder pose with one arm curled and the other straight off. He tensed, his six pack and well built upper body on display at its best. I blushed a little, seeing all of that with a now very noticable and quite substantial bulge against his grey sweatpants. I unconsciously rubbed my thighs together a little, feeling a little moisture that wasn't from the spilled cup. He fell over laughing after a few seconds like that, putting his shirt back on.

"Your turn, Emily, truth or dare?"

"Dare, just to be fair."

"Ok, I dare you to send me your most thirst-trappiest picture!"

I considered it for a second. It wasn't like he was asking for a nude, just a picture that I would probably post online if my boyfriend didn't hate me posting that kind of stuff. I shrugged, pulling out my phone and scrolling through it. It came down to between a side profile of me in my last Halloween costume and me in a sports bra and tight athletic shorts just recently. The gym picture had the most skin, but the Halloween costume one had me in a too-short skirt and a top that showed all of my ample cleavage enhanced by a pushup bra to the point of nearly spilling over. I debated between the two, wondering which he'd like more... better to send both then!

"Sent, you get them?"

"Oh wow... I must be blind for not seeing you at the gym, we should go together sometime. Thanks for the pictures, they're in good hands."

"Don't spread them around, my boyfriend hates it when I post stuff like that. Truth or dare," A naughty part of my mind stopped for a minute to consider what exactly he meant by "good hands" but not for long.

"Truth, but make it a good one."

"Hmmm... What are the last texts you sent and recieved?"

"Sure thing, easy enough. Let's see, last text was to Tara M. I asked her... C'mon, I can't read this!"

"You gotta. Let's set a penalty if you don't, how about ten dollars?"

"Well, if you're forcing me then I guess I will. But you made me do it. I asked her 'How are you doing after last night,' and she responded 'I feel like you bruised my cervix but please please let me know when you wanna fuck again,' you happy with that answer?"

I felt my ears get hot listening to his latest text from a lover, and had some long running estimations on his endowment confirmed. For all his hesitation in reading it, he had a smug look at my blush. "Yeah," I answered, "That's good enough."

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare," The last one had been just the right level of flirty and fun without being over the line.

"I dare you to sit on my lap!"

"No way dude, I--"

"Nope, pay up then!"

"Fine, but only until it's your turn again," I said, to which he nodded happily and leaned back. Slowly getting up, I considered the best way to sit. I lowered myself onto his right leg, eventually sitting fully on it. "Happy now?"

"Very!" He looked happy as could be, and I could swear I could feel something hardening against the side of my ass. I couldn't help but feel turned on, sitting in the lap of this built dude with his hard cock inches from my pussy. He shifted his legs just slightly, pushing me to sit on both legs instead of just the right. As a consequence, I could feel his full cock right under my ass, almost pressing on my pussy rather than just from the side.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth, can't let you dare me to let you get up or something."

"Fine, then. What's your biggest turn on?" I asked, my mind more occupied for a second by the pressure of the hardening thing right under my crotch pressing up against me.

"Biggest turn on, huh? Tough question, but I really love big boobs."

"I kinda took you for more of an ass guy, to be honest," I turned some, looking back at him. His eyes were just slightly lidded, making eye contact with me.