Truth or Dare

  Truth or Dare

  written by Misty Burke

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  Chapter One

  Angie sat in her old room with her closest high school friends laughing and giggling around her. They’d binged on junk food, watched a sappy chick flick, spent a good solid hour gossiping, and had just finished making a series of ridiculous prank calls. The odd thing about this behavior was it had been ten years since the last time they’d done any of this. Tonight had been their high school reunion, and as planned, they were to have one last sleepover.

  “Hey, Angie?” Her now overly pregnant friend hushed the group to ask her question. “Do your parents have any ice cream?”

  “Honey,” Beth spoke with the gentle authority of a PTA mom, “don’t you think you should slow down? When I had my twins, indigestion would soon follow…”

  “Oh, no. I get enough of that from my overly helpful mother-in-law and I’m not even married to her son anymore…and this isn’t even his baby.” Casey raised her hands in the air to stop the group’s eruption of laughter. “So you guys are totally not allowed to give me any pregnancy advice.”

  “Nothing to worry about from this corner.” Jenn placed an arm around Angie’s shoulder and squeezed. “We’re the single, available, and fabulous group over here.”

  “Single and available yes, fabulous, not so much.” Angie smiled at her old friends and realized she was jealous of each one. They were happy and content with their lives.

  Jenn had become the all-powerful business woman she’d always tried to be. Beth had gotten the rich lawyer husband, beautiful home, and kids. All the things she’d wanted in one neat package. Even Casey, with her out-of-wedlock pregnancy, seemed to be loving life with her latest biker boyfriend. Angie, on the other hand, had a call center job and lived in a rundown apartment…with a cat. Not to mention, boring brown eyes, not-a-curl-in-sight brown hair, and few extra pounds on her already heavy curves. Fabulous? Not a chance.

  “So here’s the plan. I’ll sneak down and find Casey some ice cream,” Jenn said with authority. “And ya’ll open up the Truth or Dare box. I believe we stowed it away in Angie’s closet.”

  Everyone groaned. The Truth or Dare box was something they’d made their senior year in high school. And, of course, Jenn would bring it up. She was probably the only one who actually wanted to play.

  “Angie.” Beth went over to the closet and found the shoebox on the top shelf. “I thought I told you to burn this thing and bury the ashes in the backyard.”

  “Never.” Casey took the box and dumped the cards onto the floor. “Remember the rules?”

  Angie divided the handwritten index cards into two piles. “How could I forget? You know, I have nightmares over some of these cards.”

  Jenn came back with a tub of chocolate chip ice cream and four spoons. “Let the game begin!”

  They all sat in a circle and stared at the cards. “I’ll go.” Beth grabbed a truth card and read it aloud. “Where is the kinkiest place you’ve had sex?”

  “Behind the bleachers,” Casey answered for her and nearly choked on a spoonful of ice cream at the same time.

  “No.” Beth glared. “I told you, I only made out back there.”

  Jenn rolled her eyes. “Okay, where is the kinkiest place you’ve had sex with your hubby?”

  “Oh, in his office…no question.”

  The giggles brought on laughter that was followed by tears. Prim and proper Beth admitting to sex on a desktop was the funniest thing they’d heard so far that night. Angie relaxed. It couldn’t possibly be worse than that. “I’ll go next.”

  The others clapped their hands on their knees in an attempt to do a drum roll. “What’s it going to be?” Jenn nudged her toward the cards.

  Beth and Casey chanted. “Dare, dare, dare.”

  “Fine.” Angie tried not to appear nervous. “Dare.”

  “Then this is for you.” Casey pulled a card out of her pocket.

  “Hey, I want one from the deck.” Angie grabbed a card which said something about freezing her bra.

  “I think everyone else here wants you to do this one.”

  Angie looked around the circle and each of her friends nodded in agreement. “This is a setup.”

  “Only the best kind.” Casey handed her the card. “Read it and we all dare you to do it.”

  Angie ran her fingers through her long, brown hair and couldn’t think of any way out of the impending disaster. “I hate each and every one of you.”

  “We know, we know,” laughed Jenn as she did that hurry up motion with her hand.

  “Okay. We dare you to go over and tell Eric Fenton you had a crush on him in high school.”

  This was followed by an address for Casey’s older brother.

  Chapter Two

  “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Angie sat in the passenger seat unhappily waiting for her biggest humiliation to date.

  “It’ll be great. He broke up with his last girlfriend like a year ago. It’s clearly time for him to get laid. And you’ve needed a good one-night stand sinc
e, well, forever.” Casey’s matchmaking grin could be seen even in the dark as she drove. “It’s perfect.”

  “Ooh and I heard he’s the college football coach now.” Beth sighed dramatically from the backseat. “I bet he’s still got those washboard abs.”

  “I thought you were Miss Goodie-goodie in high school?” Jenn snarked.

  “There was nothing wrong with looking.”

  “Girls.” Angie interrupted their chatter. “I appreciate what y’all are trying to do, but it’s not going to work.”

  “We’re here.” Casey pulled into the driveway and blew her a kiss. “Go and seduce my big brother.”

  “That’s an order,” the two in the back said simultaneously and broke into peals of laughter.

  Angie got out of the car with a six pack and watched as her friends drove away. When will this night ever end? She turned and looked at Eric’s quaint little house. A single light glistened in the front window. Great, on top of everything else, I’m going to wake him up, too.

  She went to his porch and sat on the stairs. Opening a can of beer, she tried to chug one for courage. Unfortunately, she only ended up sputtering and coughing as it went down wrong. Shit. A dog barked inside the house. Shit. Shit.

  Before she could make a quick getaway, the porch light came on and the front door opened. A screen was the only thing between her and Eric’s loud guard dog.

  “Quiet.” His voice was deep and husky with sleep. The dog obediently went into whine mode.

  Angie got up, trying to straighten out her sundress and otherwise look presentable. “Eric?” The glaring light kept her from really seeing the man in the doorway. “I’m Angie, your sister’s friend.”

  “Is she all right?” His voice was laced with concern as he opened the screen. A small fur ball of a dog ran over and sniffed her shoes.

  “Yes.” She froze. It was as if she’d forgotten how to speak. “I need to…you see…I was given a dare…can I come in and call a cab?”

  “Sure. Any friend of Casey’s…” He stopped in midsentence and whistled. The little dog trotted toward him. Angie obediently followed as well.

  Once inside, she got a good look at her old high school crush. She watched as he shut the door behind them then went over to the hallway table. Oh dear god. He actually looks better than he did back then.

  Tall and built, Eric managed to make those pajama pants and t-shirt look amazingly sexy. His disheveled blonde hair and yummy five o’clock shadow made her mind spin. It took all of her self-control not to reach up and stroke his prickly cheek.

  “Angie?”

  She smiled awkwardly and realized she’d been caught staring. A phone was in his extended hand. “Um, thanks.” She took the phone and gave him the rest of the beer. “Casey thought you might want some.”

  “Did she?” He tried to hide the grin as he motioned for her to follow him. Turning lights on as he went, Eric nodded in understanding. “That’s right. She’d mentioned something about a reunion sleepover.”

  They walked into his kitchen and he put the beers in the refrigerator. Angie twirled a strand of her hair around her finger. “Yeah, it was at my place, well my parents place. I should really call a taxi now.” She went over to the table and sat. This was going even worse than she imagined.

  He leaned against the counter and gave her the funniest look. “So if you’re the host of this slumber party, why were you drinking on my front steps at one in the morning?”

  “It was a dare.” Dropping her head to the table, she moaned in resignation. “I’m here to tell you I had the biggest crush on you. I wrote your name in my notebooks. I became friends with Casey just to get closer to you. I even went to every one of your football games. And I still don’t understand the sport.”

  “I remember you.” She heard him move toward her then felt his hand on her shoulder. “You were the cute little girl with braces and long, flowing hair.”

  Angie looked up into his twinkling blue eyes. “Oh God, was I that pathetic?”

  “Whoa. I tried to give you a complement, sweetheart.”

  Even his voice turned her on. “Well, thanks. I guess.”

  “You were an adorable kid, who grew into a gorgeous woman I might add.” Eric took her hand and helped her stand. They were so close it made Angie’s body tingle all over. “Are you supposed to do anything else for this dare? Like kiss me?”

  Her mouth dropped open. She knew she should try to control it, but her body wasn’t following her commands. Lie, Angie. Tell him the dare was to go and have wild monkey sex with him until dawn.

  Eric pulled her close. “Angie, I dare you to kiss me.”

  She found his stubbled cheek she’d been ogling earlier and ran a finger down his jaw line. “And we all know I follow through on my dares.”

  He leaned down and covered her lips with his. The kiss started out soft and tender and quickly became deep and exploratory. His hands roamed over her back as hers slid under his t-shirt and explored his defined muscles.

  Angie couldn’t miss the erection in his pajamas, either. Good lord. The large bulge pressed against her stomach and made her wet. Her very core burned as Eric ended the kiss and licked down her neck. When he arrived at her collarbone, she nearly came when he gently bit her soft flesh. “Eric,” she whispered.

  He scooped her up and placed her tenderly on top of the kitchen table. “Yes, sweetheart?”

  “I need to see you naked.”

  He chuckled. “Well, I do aim to please.”

  Taking off his t-shirt gave her a full view of those washboard abs. Oh yeah, even better than high school. But it was the PJ’s that needed to come off. She reached out and gently tugged at his waistband.

  “Not yet, it’s your turn.” He offered her a devilish grin then unbuttoned her sundress. Her bra took center stage as the fabric fell to the table. “This too,” he growled as he reached behind her and unlatched the silk holding in her breasts.

  “Please,” she heard herself say as she leaned back on her hands and arched her back, giving him complete access.

  He stepped between her legs and began where he’d left off. Finding her sweet spot on the collarbone, he nipped and kissed there before making a painfully slow descent down her chest.

  With one hand wrapped around her for support, the other moved to her left breast where it teased and tormented her nipple. His tongue moved in a heated line between her breasts and headed toward her belly button. When it finally dipped into that crevice, her legs wrapped around his torso and she lay down completely on the table.

  He raised his head and she felt his warm gaze on her. He pulled his hands free and started on a new mission. Beginning at her waist, his fingertips trailed up her sides until each hand found a breast. Massaging tenderly, Eric’s head dropped back down and his teeth tried to pull away the sundress which had fallen toward her hips.

  “Mmm.” Angie’s fingers were curled in his blonde locks as her awareness came back to her. She giggled and squeezed her legs, making him groan. “No, no. I think it’s your turn again. Those pajamas have got to go.”

  He stood and slowly took his hands off her. “But I was in the middle of something.” The playfulness in his voice made her want him all the more.

  Angie sat up and let her legs drop from around his waist. Smiling, she nudged him back then she also stood. Her sundress fell to the floor. A dainty pair of panties was all that was left. “Play fair,” she purred as she took hold of his waistband and dragged him out of the kitchen. “Let’s go explore the possibilities of another room.”

  As she led him into the living room, Angie was thrilled with her sense of empowerment. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this sexy and in control. Maybe fantasies really do come true. Pointing toward the middle of the room, she commanded, “Strip.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.” Eric stood in front of his fireplace. The room was still dark, but enough light filtered in from the entryway to illuminate his hot bod. He blew her a kiss. Then he took
his time lowering the pants over his masculine hips, freeing his large cock. “Is this what you wanted to see?”

  She wet her lips and dropped down to her knees. “Oh yes.” Crawling over to him, she helped him out of the bottoms then let her hands run up his tight, muscular legs. She’d never wanted to suck something so much in her life. It literally throbbed in front of her.

  Cupping his balls with one hand, she moved the other to the base of his rock-hard penis. He groaned and a shudder visibly ran over him. She used her tongue to circle the tip.

  “You’re amazing,” he moaned as she sucked his fullness into her mouth. After a few pulls, his voice quaked with raw emotion. “I want to taste you, too.”

  Letting the pressure off, she freed his cock and watched as he lowered himself to the floor. Taking off her panties, she turned and straddled him backward. Reclaiming his dick in her mouth, she lowered her wet sex to his mouth. And he seemed eager and more than ready. Grabbing her ass, he pulled her down so he could have full access to her pussy. Eric wasted no time exploring her swollen lips with his tongue. It wasn’t long before he dipped in and out of her as her own pulls tighten on his shaft. He lifted his hips to offer her everything and she ground down on him, wanting it all.

  Soon, waves of passion rolled through her. Angie’s orgasm tightened in her core and she sensed he was close as well. But they both continued licking, sucking, nipping, and torturing one another until Angie felt her insides detonate. Ecstasy made all her internal muscles tremor as she tasted his explosion.

  Chapter Three

  They had readjusted, thrown down some blankets, and were snuggling on his living room floor. Eric had to admit he loved the way her head rested on his shoulder and how her long, chestnut brown hair fell around him. Her feminine curves turned him on and those soulful eyes were simply captivating. I’ve got to remember to thank Casey for sending me this goddess. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment.

  But just as they both started to drift off to sleep, his little dog decided it was the perfect time to join the party. The miniature poodle tried nuzzling and licking her way in between them. Angie’s laugh was relaxed as he tried to pull the fur ball off of them. “I’ve gotta admit, I never would have pegged you for a small, yappy dog type.”