Misty

"Misty," Mary said in a trembling voice. To her surprise, at her pronouncement, a few voices let out an audible sigh of disappointment while one or two players sported mournful visages.

"Yes!" Misty exclaimed as she hugged Mary from behind. As the green haired girl held Mary tight, she let her hands drop down and grasp the young girl's firm breasts.

"You only get a minute you know?" Regan interjected with a bit of venom dripping from his voice.

Misty looked Regan dead in the eye without ever releasing Mary's soft mounds. "True, but the clock doesn't start till I taste Mary's sweet nipples." She then gave Mary a couple of quick squeezes before breaking the hug. "No way I'm not going to draw this out as long as possible." Then Misty added with a bit of derision, "I know you would do the same."

Mary's face had turned a light shade of pink as she was being argued over. "Would you two stop arguing?" Venus said interrupting the burgeoning feud between Misty and Regan. "Your bickering has managed to embarrass the new girl more than the thought she is about to fondled in front of a room full of complete strangers."

Venus' blunt assertion had the effect of turning Mary's face from slight shade of pink to cherry red. Misty then leaned in placing her cheek in direct contact with Mary's and whispered in her ear. "Don't worry love. You're about to get a sixty-second glimpse of Nirvana. Now be a doll and lift your arms."

Mary's eyes were wide with anticipation as she lifted her tremblings arms above her. Misty reached down for the hem of Mary's shirt and slowly began to raise it above her head. Her soft hands traced Mary's taught pale flesh. A nervous giggle escaped the young {if virginity = 1}virgin's{else}girl's{endif} mouth as Misty's fingers grazed her smooth armpits. Misty stopped, gave a devilish smile, and then proceed to remove and discard Mary's top.

Mary's black lace clad chest came into view for all to see. "Exquisite," Misty remarked as she subconsciously licked her lips in anticipation. As Misty admired Mary's luscious breasts, the young woman started to become anxious as she noticed the intent lustful stares of the rest of group. Instinctively she slowly raised a hand to cover herself. But before Mary could Misty's hand darted out and firmly took hold of her arm. The green haired punk rocker shook her head no as she stared into Mary's eyes with a lustful pleading gaze.

Mary could feel the heat now pouring into her chest as she allowed her hand to fall back gently into her lap. Without warning, Misty lunged forward and kissed Mary hard. Her tongue immediately shot out directly into the stunned girl's mouth open. She tastes delicious! Was the only thought in Mary's head as she eagerly returned Misty's kiss.

The mood was discourteously interrupted when Venus spoke up. "The dare was for Mary's breast to be fondled not for a hot and heavy make-out session."

Misty broke the kiss and shot an icy glare Venus' way. As Mary panted Misty, without breaking eye contact with Venus reached behind Mary and deftly undid the clasp to the young girl's bra. She tossed Mary's sexy lingerie aside before moving her gaze to take in the fullness of the young girl's naked breasts. Misty's right hand began to trace the supple curves of Mary's bare chest.

Mary let out a soft moan before biting her lower as the initial pleasure traveled from her boobs down to her quickly moistening slit. Misty's mouth swiftly dove for Mary's right nipple. A yelp escaped the young girl's mouth as Misty playfully bit into the already stiff flesh. Both women were so caught up in the passion of the moment that neither heard the beep of the stopwatch.

Misty alternated between each breast gently sucking, playfully biting, and her tongue sensually tracing the small bumps on Mary's areola. Mary felt her hand slowly descend to her crotch longing to plunge her digits into her steaming vagina. The pleasure causing Mary to forget surroundings.

"Time," rang out Regan's voice as the stopwatch let out a course chime.

Misty stopped removing her mouth ever so slightly from Mary's heaving chest. A thin stream of saliva still connected her lips to Mary's hard nipple. Her glare toward Regan was practically savage.

"Rules are rules," the lithe young man meekly stated as he adjusted his glasses.

Misty relented and sat back upright wordlessly. Unnoticed by Mary, who was still basking in the afterglow, Venus passed the boxes left, and the game continued.

"Earth to Mary. It's your turn," came Misty's voice pulling Mary back to reality.

"Dare!" She eagerly responded.

"Not that kind of turn," Regan interjected. "It's your turn to pick some to dare or tell the truth."

Mary looked down at the red and black boxes that sat in front of her and then at the circle of mostly naked players. Who should I choose; she thought hesitantly.