Beth

“Well, Beth hasn’t gone yet, so it must be her turn,” she smiled. She looked at her friend sitting next to her. “So what will it be, girlfriend? Truth or dare?”

Beth looked around at everyone. “Well, I think that dare was kind of intense,” she smiled. “I think I better stick with truth.”

“Chicken!” Carly laughed. “Hm, let me see…. How often do you masturbate?”

Beth blushed deeply. “Isn’t that kind of a personal question?” she asked.

“Hey, this is truth or dare, anything goes. You can either answer the question – truthfully – or do a forfeit. Like take off your jeans for the rest of the game.”

Beth blushed again. “Ok, I guess you don’t leave me much choice.” She stood up and started unbuttoning her jeans, then unzipped them.

“What? Are you crazy, Beth? You’d rather show your butt than tell us how often you get yourself off?” Carly reacted in astonishment. “Yet you didn’t want to do a dare? You must get yourself off a lot if you don’t want to tell us.”

“Guess you’ll never know,” she replied as she wiggled her tight jeans down her legs revealing her black lace boy short panties. She kicked off her shoes and stepped out of them then sat back down. The sight of her thin bare legs caused another stirring in my jeans.

“So I guess I get to pick someone now,” she mused. “Hm, who should it be?”