Heather

Kevin grinned in pleasure as his turn landed on one of the hottest girls in Azure Rocks High School. His eyes weren't the only pair to scan her up and down in admiration for her figure and style. The black, strapless dress hinted at those magnificent breasts at the top, while revealing their form in the tight-fitting fabric. The bottom stretched over her toned ass, yet proved short enough that she had to tug it down to her upper thighs continually.

Anticipating his request, Heather rose to her feet, leaving Carl at her ankles to stare up in awe at her pale, smooth legs. Placing a hand on her waist, the buxom brunette cocked a hip out with a sassy, exaggerated movement.

"So, baller, are you going to back up those words from earlier?" Heather challenged.

Kevin froze in hesitation. His threat to make any girl join him in only their underwear seemed like a fun idea. That was until the formidable queen bee of Azure Rocks High rose to her feet. Glancing out of each corner of his eye, Kevin could tell how many of his classmates strongly wanted him to back up his earlier warning. That gave him to strength to lift his chin and say the magic words.

"Lose the dress, Ravers."

"That's what I'm talking about!" Matt crowed.

"No fucking way," Brandon stated, earning a glare from Ashley. "Uh, I mean, that Trent's going to be pissed that he missed this turn."

Nobody believed the quarterback, especially his girlfriend. Every guy watched with curiosity as Heather scanned their faces. Even her cousin felt a smidgeon of piqued interest over what she wore or didn't wear underneath her dress.

"Carl, be a dear, and unzip me," Heather stated, giving her patented smirk to Sharon. Egging on her friend could be a great way to turn this dud of a party into something special. A pissed off Sharon can take this party up about three levels.

Scrambling to his feet, Carl reached with a shaky hand to the middle of Heather's back. The only sound in the room came from Kessler snapping his fingers to get Charlie's attention. The jokester broke his gaze away and quickly nodded when he realized the reason why. Picking up his phone from the floor in front of him, Charlie hit the record button, framing the cheerleader captain in the center of his zoom.

The slow sound of the zipper lowering rang out in the living room like gunshots. Both guys and girls leaned forward as Heather held the loosening dress to her chest with one arm. Once Carl finished, the brunette turned her head and whispered to him. Nodding with big eyes, her close friend's older brother reached under Heather's arms, taking hold of the top of the dressing.

When the party hostess removed her arm from across her chest, Carl began to lower the black, strapless dress slowly. Those pale, magnificent mounds inched over the horizon as the dress descended. For a time-standing-still second, it appeared that the busty brunette might be braless, but then a lace edge made its presence known. Matching her dress in color, the see-through, strapless demi bra featured a lace design that strategically hid her nipples, but revealed tantalizing glimpses of her milky mounds.

"Shit," Brandon breathed in awe, completely failing to notice his girlfriend's upset face.

"Yeah," Kessler agreed, while Winkie whimpered next to him.

As Carl lowered the dress past Heather's heaving bosom, multiple jaws dropped at her gravity-defying breasts. With little support from her flimsy bra, they still stood high and proud on her chest. Her flat stomach helped with the awe-inspiring appearance as did her hips when the dress shimmied down them. Once Carl's hands reached her ankles with the dress, Heather stepped out it, one foot at a time.

"Give us a twirl!" Hannah urged.

Heather did just that in her matching lace, partially transparent panties. While the front hinted at her small, dark landing strip, the minimal coverage in the back, flaunted her pale, wondrous cheeks.

"Jesus," Charlie murmured, zooming in on his camera phone.

Bianca rolled her eyes, thinking her ass looked just as spectacular. Ashley frowned at the drool she imagined seeing on her boyfriend's chin. And Meagan wondered if she could convince Charlie to help her land that perfect ass for the night.

"Like what you see?" Heather asked after turning back to face the center of the circle.

It took several long seconds for Kevin to realize that she'd addressed him. Shaking his head, he attempted and failed to play off her stunning beauty.

"Not bad, Ravers."

"I like acting bad, Jackson," Heather purred, adding an extra swing to her hips as she walked toward him and the empty wine bottle. Turning her head to peer over her shoulder, she said, "Thanks for the massage and foot rub, Carl. You can head back to your spot."

Sitting on his knees, the older guy nodded and started to crawl to his original spot, but Sharon nudged several people to scoot over, opening a narrow space. She then motioned for her brother to sit there. Carl, recognizing his mother's angry scowl on his sister, followed her instructions, and immediately heard whispered admonishments over embarrassing her.

Deciding to showcase her assets further, Heather spread her legs but kept her knees straight as she leaned over to reach the bottle. Taking her time, she swayed her body from side to side, noticing the guys in front, staring at her tits that threatened to burst out of her bra. She then looked through her legs, seeing those who stared at her ass cheeks. With her trademarked smirk, she gave the bottle a spin.

"Don't stare too hard at your cousin, Ravers," Matt told Logan, who's attention was more on Sharon and Carl. "I bet you wish you saw that in your house every day."

"I see that and even better from my uncle's dates every other day," Logan shot back. His aim to make Matt jealous worked, but it also upset his cousin. Upon standing back up, Heather shot an infuriated and hurt look at him. Logan tried to explain with eyes that he didn't mean to put her down, but Heather brushed it off. Dammit! Why does Heather get so competitive with what Uncle Rob's women wear around the manor?

"Shit, if she was my cousin..." Kevin started to say as he walked back to his seat, but then remembered his cousin was in the room. Sitting down, he refused to even glance over at Delilah.

"...ever do that again!"

"Is there a problem, Shar?" Heather inquired, turning away from the spinning bottle to her friend.

"Not right now," Sharon replied, her voice dripping fake sweetness.

"Sucks when your friend and your relative act like misbehaving children in front of you, doesn't it?" Heather questioned, her eyes narrowing.

"I'll let you know when it's my turn, bestie," Sharon responded sweetly.

"Aw shit!"

Nearly everyone had been watching the burgeoning catfight. That caused them to miss the bottle when it stopped to point at Meagan. She'd been the one to swear.

"Well, I'm down to only a Dare. So give me your worst, rich girl," Meagan said, expecting an embarrassing turn.

"Hmmm," Heather sounded, tapping her chin. "Why would I give you my worst? I'm not mad at you. Actually, I think I'll give you a treat."

"A treat?" Meagan asked, confused over the sudden happy smile that appeared on the brunette's face.

"You prefer girls. So I'm going to Dare you to have fun with one," Heather revealed, her smile transforming into a smirk. "You get two minutes to make a girl of my choosing squirm with just your tongue, but you can't go under any clothes."

"That sounds intriguing," Meagan responded, her eyes examining the girls in the circle. "Who are you Daring me to entice to my side?"

"Sharon."

"What?!" the redhead screamed, bolting upward.

"Oh, fuck," Kessler said, knowing that Sharon hated the idea of messing around with other girls.

"I love slutty, rich girls," Matt remarked, nodding at Carl. "I always knew I'd get your little sis into a threesome."

"No fucking way!" Sharon vowed. "It's not my turn. You can't make me do that on her turn. It's HER turn!" The redhead pointed a shaking finger at the white-haired lesbian.

"We already covered this before, Shar. A person can get added into another person's Dare," Heather explained, placing her hands on the hips. "Besides, it's my cabin, and I'm in charge."

"No, no, this is also Logan's cabin," Sharon pointed out. "Right, Logan?"

"Yes, it is, but Heather's right. We did agree that other people could be added to Dares," Logan replied, holding his hands out to show that he was helpless. Still, he added a sly wink and a "Maybe you'll like it."

"I will not like it, and don't get any ideas!" the redhead screeched as Meagan approached.

"Why would my cousin get any ideas?" Heather asked, innocently as she sat back down in between Logan and Ashley.

"Oh...shut up, traitor!" Sharon snapped as Meagan took her hand and tugged. "What are you doing?"

"Stand up."

The furious ginger got to her feet, glaring at the others who snickered at her. She vowed to make each and every Honeybear pay for their mockery. And then she spotted another giggling traitor.

"Laugh it up, Bitchison. I'm going to—ahhh!!"

"What the hell?" Meagan asked as Sharon jumped away from her.

"You...no....just...ewwww!"

"Charlie, reset your timer every time that Sharon runs away from Meagan," Heather ordered.

"What? No! She...she licked my earlobe!" the redhead exclaimed.

"That's the point," Meagan sighed.

"If you want to quit and go pout in the boathouse, then that's up to you," Heather stated. "That's what happens to people that quit the game."

"I'm not a quitter," Sharon growled, marching back over to Meagan.

The pixie-haired girl nodded at the party hostess. She began by lightly kissing Sharon's cheek three times. Slowly moving downward, she laid soft kisses along her victim's jawline as she worked outward. Returning to her original spot, Meagan kissed, licked, and sucked on the ginger's earlobe. Despite her cringing at the sensation, Sharon held her place, shooting **** rays from her eyes at the audience in front of her.

Breaking away from the ear attention, Meagan slowly licked the salty skin along the side of Sharon's neck. As the redhead wore a strapless, white dress, the surface of shoulders lay exposed, and that's where Meagan headed. Returning to soft kisses, the lesbian teenager worked a trail of smooches along Sharon's shoulder to the back of her neck. Stopping dead center, she darted over to blow behind Sharon's ear softly. The redhead shivered at the sensation and even sighed out loud as Meagan did the same to the opposite ear.

"Enjoying that, Sharon?" Heather inquired.

The redhead raised her hand and then a middle finger in response. Her moment of defiance ended when Meagan shocked her and everyone else by dropping to her knees.

"What are you DOING?!!" Sharon hissed at the end as Meagan revealed her plan.

Pushing the ginger's legs apart wide, Meagan knelt in between them and began to kiss a trail up from Sharon's left knee to the skin of her thigh, where the ridiculously short dress ended. Staring down in horror, the fully-straight teen watched as her lesbian seductress moved to her right thigh, laying another line of kisses down to that knee. Once there, Meagan resumed back upward, only this time she licked rather than kissed.

"No, stop that," Sharon pleaded. The soft kisses had tickled, but the licks sent little electrical bolts throughout her body. Closing her eyes in an effort to make it all go away, the redhead felt the tongue jump to the other leg and work downward. She let out a deep sigh of relief when Meagan disconnected from her body, only to shoot her eyes open when the warm breath hit the top of her breasts. "No, not THERE!!"

"Shit," moaned Brandon.

The sight of Meagan kissing and licking the exposed tops of Sharon's tits sent waves of groans around the circle. There were a few looks of disgust, but most of the circle either enjoyed watching two girls together or appreciated seeing the bitchy cheerleader get what she had coming.

"She's not supposed to go under my dress!" Sharon shrieked when Meagan began to push her tongue under the top of the dress to get at more of tit flesh.

"Looks okay from here," Heather said, sitting on the floor, and at an angle where she couldn't tell anyway.

"Oh, god, please tell me the time is up," Sharon sobbed, not liking the way her body had started to respond to the attention.

"Not yet," Charlie informed them.

"Good. I still want to do this," Meagan said, after pulling her head out of the redhead's cleavage.

"Do wh—" Sharon's question ended up getting cut off as Meagan's lips found hers. At first shocked, the redhead's mouth opened wide out of pure instinct. Despite everything else that had occurred during this turn, the straight girl had never considered a kiss happening.

As the initial fog in her brain lifted, Sharon began struggling to break the kiss. Meagan's lips were soft, yet the kiss was so hard. It's not that Sharon found herself kissing back, but almost slipping away into the passion of it. Then as if hit by lightning, the vice-captain of the cheerleading squad heard the faint words.

"Time's up."

Pushing Meagan away, Sharon was left gasping for air. Her heart pounded wildly inside her chest. A burning feeling that she's didn't like coursed throughout her body. It's just the liquor I drank! Yet, deep down, she couldn't deny the kiss had sent her nerves tingling.

"Not bad for a rookie," Meagan cracked, pushing it too far.

SLAP

"You bitch!" Sharon shrieked, after slapping Meagan's cheek. Meagan wiped her mouth after the blow.

"Sharon!" Heather and Ashley screamed simultaneously.

SMACK

"Damn!" Brandon sounded as Meagan unleashed a wicked backhand slap to Sharon.

"Impressive," Kessler remarked.

Everyone watched as Sharon's head swung back to face Meagan, her red hair whipping around wildly. Unleashing a bloodcurdling howl, Sharon's hands raised up as the catfight appeared ready to commence. Yet, when she leaped forward, a pair of strong arms kept her from moving.

"Let me go!"

"No. We're playing a game, Shar. Don't take it so personally," Logan told her.

"She kissed me. That fucking lesbian...violated me!" Sharon screamed as her body rocked wildly as she tried to break Logan's grip.

"My Dare was to use my tongue, you dumb bitch," Meagan reminded her.

"Not like that! I'm not one of your kind!"

"That was the Dare, Sharon," Heather stated, stepping in front of the two warring girls. "We're playing a game, and things like that happen. And if everyone should know about game fun getting out-of-hand, it's you."

"This is your fault!" Sharon accused her friend.

"Kind of, but it's also yours for whatever you've been doing behind my back," Heather remarked. Fuck, I pushed her too hard, too fast. Now the party could fall apart.

Logan continued to whisper soothing words into Sharon's ear as he pulled her back to her seat. Having already jumped up to stop his sister before Logan beat him to it, Carl helped drag her to a seating position. He wasn't as gentle with his words to his sister over her blowup as Logan.

"I'm sorry, Meagan. That was my fault, and you got slapped in the face," Heather apologized.

"Don't worry about it. I always wanted to slap some sense into Firecrotch," Meagan chuckled.

"You definitely did that," Kessler added. "Trent's going to be pissed that he missed it."

"He sure is," Brandon agreed, glancing over to the closed French doors.

"Bran," Ashley said, the lone word conveying her rebuke.

"So we're good?" Heather asked.

"Yeah, unless you want to owe me a kiss for later on," Meagan grinned, leaning to her side to check out Heather's ass.

Getting a kick out the white-haired teen's bravado, Heather laughed at the suggestion. "I'll think about it."

"Fair enough," Meagan nodded, watching Heather's ass swaying ass cheeks as she returned to her spot. Looking over at the empty bottle, she added, "Well, it looks like it's my turn. What other girls can I tempt to the fun side?"