Truth

You have to choose truth.

"Truth."

"Are you a boy?" Beth asks right away.

"No," you say. It's true.

Beth looks suspicious.

"I'm not," you tell her. "I can prove it."

"That's a weird question," Duni says, staring at Beth.

"Prove it then," Beth says, giving you an annoying look. "Show us."

"No. You can touch," you say.

"Whoa," Duni says.

Beth looks pissed.

"Fine," she snaps.

"I didn't know you liked girls. You didn't have to do all this to touch me. You could have just asked," you say and get up.

"This is a weird game already," Duni says.

Beth gets up, looking determined. You beckon her over and turn your back on Duni.

"Give me your hand," you say to Beth.

Suspiciously, she does. You guide her into your shorts and use your other hand to move your cock out of the way. It's a very strange thing to do, but she needs to know you really are not a boy. Her breath catches and she's nervous, but you make sure her finger touches your slit. It's exciting for you to.

She pulls her hand back, surprised.

"You are a girl," she says.

"Of course she is," Duni tells her, laughing.

"Are we done here?" you ask.

"No!" Beth sits down. You do as well. "My turn. Truth."

"All right, then. Why'd you think Riley was a boy?" Duni asks her.

Beth groans in frustration. "Because I thought she had a penis."

"A penis?"

"Yes, a penis."

"Er, OK. My turn I guess. I choose dare because you two are weird."

"I dare you to not be weirded out," you say.

"OK. Sure."

"Your turn again," Beth says to you.

"Truth," you say.

Beth sits there and stares at you. "Do you have a penis?"

"Yes."

Duni looks surprised.

"That's ridiculous," she says. "You have to tell the truth."

"I'll prove it," you say. "Want to touch?"

"No thanks," Duni replies. She was kind of excited to see Beth touching you like that, but she is classy and she won't do that. You knew she wouldn't and were counting on it. "Beth's turn. Remember, it's supposed to be sacred. You can't lie in truth or dare."

"Dare me to take my shirt off," Beth says.

"What?" Duni doesn't understand.

You understand.

"Just do it," Beth says, her eyes on you.

"So it's that kind of truth or dare game," Duni says. It doesn't seem to bother her.

"Of course it is," Beth snaps.

"I dare you to take off all your clothes, then."

"Bollocks." You watch Beth glare at Duni, then pull her shirt over head to reveal a lithe torso and small, perky breasts. She pulls down her shorts and cotton panties, and instead of choosing a modest way to sit, leans back and spreads her legs to sit like a guy would.

Even Duni looks surprised by her boldness.

Your eyes are drawn straight between her legs, where her smooth lips already look red because she's getting turned on.

"I choose truth," Duni says, trying not to stare at Beth's nude body.

You are staring. And getting hard. You change the way you are sitting.

Beth's plan is working, but as long as you keep choosing truth you should be fine.

"Tell us about the first time you masturbated." Beth doesn't even look away from you as she says it.

Duni looks surprised again, but Beth did say it was that kind of game.

"All right," she says, sitting cross legged and making a point not to look at Beth.

"Make it juicy," Beth says.

"If you were this horny you could have asked to borrow my vibrator," Duni tells her.

"That's not really something you share," you say.

"Do the truth," Beth snaps.

"It's not juicy. I was playing around on my bed and I had a stuffed bear." She stops.

"Tell the rest," Beth says.

"What's the rest? It's obvious what the rest is," Duni replies.

"Tell it."

"It felt good between my legs, so I humped him. And I came." She looks embarrassed.

It's not a juicy story but you are still turned on. It's your turn again.

"Truth," you say.

"Who were you thinking about when you were masturbating in the shower today?" Beth asks you.

"You were masturbating in the shower today?" Duni asks.

"Yes. And I was thinking about Ingrid." You tell the truth. You are totally hard. It kills you to have Beth out of reach. You want to touch her.

"Dare me to take her clothes off," Beth says to Duni.

"No. She doesn't want that. That would be messed up," Duni says.

"Fine. Then dare me to sit in her lap. For the rest of the game."

"That's a big dare." Duni seems impressed.

"Do it."

"If we're doing horny, let me do it my way," the Kenyan girl says.

"What's your way?"

"I dare you to kiss her."

"That's kind of intrusive," you say.

"You made her touch your puss," Duni accuses. It's true.

"Fine," you say, pissed.

Beth looks more embarrassed than you.

"Being naked's easy. I'm naked all the time in the shower. This is hard," she grumbles to Duni.

"It's truth or dare. You made it weird, not me. And not Riley," Duni tells her. Justice!

Beth crawls over to you.

"On the lips for real," Duni says quickly, before Beth can try to cheat by kissing your cheek.

"Just let it go," you whisper to her now that she's close.

"No. If you aren't a boy, I want to know what you are." She pushes her body up against you and kisses you like the world depends on it. She is a good kisser, but you are more occupied by having her whole body on you. She is warm and even though her form is toned, she is still soft and smooth. Her tongue and her lips are hot and wet and she smells amazing.

She can totally feel your erection through your shorts, and rubs her pelvis against it, making you groan into her mouth.

"Time," Duni says.

Beth breaks the kiss and looks into your eyes. Her face is red.

She goes back to her spot and tries to fix her hair.

"That was hot," Duni observes.

You fan yourself and make sure your t-shirt hides the bulge in your shorts. Your cock aches and you want to kick yourself for missing your chance. You should have copped a feel or something while you had Beth right there.

"I'm not a pussy. I'll dare." Duni is a brave girl.

"Take off all your clothes," Beth orders.

"Why?"

"Because it'll drive her mad," Beth says, pointing at you.

"Why are we driving her mad?" Duni asks.

"You'll see."

"Fine." Duni strips down, revealing her brown, sculpted body. She is more shy than Beth, but she has the most beautiful muscles. Every inch of her is firm and smooth.

You are already hard. You are doomed. You can't win.