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“Truth or dare?” Stephanie echoed, as the trio seemed to pause to consider for a moment. “I’ve, ah, I’ve never played truth or dare…”

“Gee, really? What a surprise,” Kelly snorted. “Well, with me and Brian here it’s like, a perfect time for you to have your first game.”

“I dunno, truth or dare would be even less fair.” Brian said, looking conflicted. “It’s not supposed to be competitive in that way. You can just... dare something really out there and obnoxious so that you can win. ‘Bang on the door of another hotel room,’ or ‘strip naked,’ or ‘lick your phone battery.’ ”

“Hey, not all of those are that bad,” Kelly defended playfully.

“All of those are, in fact, bad,” Stephanie refuted, turning pale. “W-we could vote on the dares? If it’s—”

“Yeah okay, li’l miss democracy,” Kelly rolled her eyes. “Voting’ll just fix everything in your book, huh? Don’t go trying to mediate for us if you don’t even have your own opinion to stand by, it doesn’t—”

“Don’t say that to her,” Brian admonished. “Go on, Steph.”

“N-no, it’s just, ah, well, with three of us there can be no ties in a vote. If a dare between two players is too unfai—, uh, too unreasonable, the third player can be impartial, or at least, can be the deciding vote to reject or allow the dare.”

“That makes sense,” Brian said, nodding. “I guess we could do that...”

“Okay, we can definitely do that,” Kelly agreed, brightening. “I’ve got this app on my phone that gives random truth or dares. There’s even some sexy ones mixed in, but I mean, you could get anything, so it’s fair that way. How ‘bout it? Steph and I both wanna play, you’re not gonna sulk off by yourself in the corner now, are ya?”

“Well...” he glanced at the clock on the nightstand thoughtfully. It was just after eleven o’clock. Hell, why not? “Alright, fine, I’ll play ‘til around... midnight or so. If no one’s won by then, I’m passing out over there on the floor. But on one condition.”

“What’s the condition?” Kelly pouted.

“We don’t use some random question app,” Brian said. “Truth or dare’s a personal game... kinda like a psychological battle. You have to be able to read your opponent, know what you can convince them to do or reveal, and also what pushes too far. You’ve gotta find these perfect questions, and then have the guts to ask them, ‘cause what you ask and dare also reveals a lot about you, you’re putting your desires out there in the open.”

In actuality, Brian had played frequently with his friends from high school. They had pitted the authority of peer pressure against each other to test their individual inhibitions and tolerance for social humiliation. They learned a lot about each other and even more about themselves through these games; Brian found himself on the conservative side, less willing to put other players in embarrassing situations. Emily, on the other hand, had discovered within herself an enormous capacity for dares, but found herself absolutely terrified by truth questions.

“You’ve played before, I see,” Kelly remarked, returning her phone to the charger. “Guess that settles that. A lot of the random questions were lame anyways. Well then, we all ready to play? Do we all know the stakes?”

“I’m ready,” Brian answered. “If I win, you girls are sleeping on the bed, and I’ll take the floor.”

“Sounds more like a loss to me,” Kelly said, smirking. “If I win, we’ll all squeeze into bed together, in a big sexy tangle. Steph?”

“Uhm,” Stephanie started, looking apprehensive. “Th-that is, both of us on the floor, and Brian on the bed. He shouldn’t have to feel uncomfortable sleeping b-beside—ah, because of us. Since it’s his room, that’s was, uh, that’s what’s fair.”

“Right, ‘fair’, huh. So at the very least I just gotta make sure you don’t win, ‘cause that puts me on the floor,” Kelly observed dryly, standing so that she could turn the chair to face the bed. “Okay, let’s go then, we’ve only got an hour ‘till midnight. Clockwise okay? Sit up on the bed with Brian, Stephanie. Who’s goin’ first?”

“Well, truth or dare?” Brian asked suddenly, regarding Kelly with a grim smile.

“Dare,” Kelly shot back, raising her chin defiantly.

“I dare you... to remove... one article of clothing,” he said dramatically.

“Hah!” Kelly laughed, amusement evident in her voice. She abruptly yanked one of her short socks off and pitched it against Brian’s chest.

“Just like you said, the questions reveal everything ‘bout the asker,” Kelly said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. She proudly put her now bare foot up between his legs on the edge of the bed where he was sitting, and wriggled her toes a tantalizing inch away from his groin. “You want my clothes off. You want to see me naked. Some psychological battle this is, I’ve got you all figured out right from turn one.”

“If I wanted to see you naked, then I would’ve just dared you to take everything off,” Brian countered, rolling his eyes. “It was a probing question, I was even more interested in seeing what you’d do when given the choice. You try to seem all wild and daring, but when it came down to it, you played it safe and took off a sock.”

“Oh-ho? Or maybe you really just didn’t have the guts to ask me to totally strip. Guess we’ll see how brave you really are when your turn comes around, though,” Kelly declared, fearlessly nestling her bare foot deeper into his lap before turning towards Stephanie. “Truth or dare, little girl!”

“Uh!” Stephanie breathed, tensing up. “Um, uh, Truth? T-truth?”

“Playing it safe?” Kelly frowned. “This really is harder without an app givin’ you the questions, huh?” She seemed caught off guard, and narrowed her eyes as she tried to decide on the best question to pose the shy cutie. She tapped her toes against Brian’s thigh, looking distracted.

“Well, don’t take forever, either,” Brian said, shifting himself uneasily back out from beneath her foot. “Just ask whatever.”

She took a long moment, impatiently working her toes against Brian’s pant leg and furrowing her brow in thought before she finally lit up, a devious smile spreading across her features.

“Okay, I’ve got it! Would you ever want to make out with a girl, or are you like, completely dead-set against the idea?” Kelly asked, giving the other girl a coy smile.

Gee, wonder what her dare would’ve been? Brian thought.

“Uhh, that is, uhm,” Stephanie managed, taken aback by the question. “I’ve never, I never thought about—”

“Well, now I’m asking,” Kelly insisted, arching an eyebrow. “So you’ve gotta think it through and answer.”

“I don’t think I’m completely against the idea,” Stephanie answered hesitantly, flicking her eyes from Brian to Kelly. “But I wouldn’t say th—”

“All we needed to know,” Kelly interrupted, her voice cool and unreadable. She wet her lip with her tongue and rubbed her lips against each other, smiling at the girl. “Your turn to ask Brian, then.”

Maybe she really is into Stephanie. It’s hard to tell if there’s actual attraction or if Kelly just flirts with everyone.

“Okay. Truth or dare?” Stephanie asked Brian, a little more enthusiasm evident in her voice.

“Dare,” he said, not having to think about it too much. Since Stephanie was so shy, he trusted she wasn’t as likely to go overboard in whatever she asked him to do.

“You, um, one piece, a-a piece of clothing. You have to remove one piece of clothing. I mean, I dare you to,” she said, an expectant grin flashing briefly across her face. “Like you had Kelly do.”

“Not you too,” Kelly complained, letting her head fall back against the top of the easy chair in exasperation. “You guys can go a li’l bit bigger with the dares, you know? You don’t gotta stop at one piece of clothing. Dare him to motorboat you, or suckle your toes... or have him whip his dick out and jack it for us. Whatever you’re into. You can ask for anything, you know?”

“N-no,” Stephanie shaking her head as her face flushed red. “Just, ah, just one piece of clothing right now, thank you.”

“The shirt it is, then. You’ve got the right idea, Steph,” Brian said, shrugging free of the leather shoulder holster he’d been wearing. “Kelly’s that impatient kinda girl, who’ll gamble too big and end up losing out. Emily used to be the same way.”

“The hell’s that supposed to mean?” Kelly exclaimed in mock indignation. “You’re only losing out if you’re not getting what you want out of the game. I can dare as big as I want.”

“No, you can’t,” Brian smiled. “‘Cause when we see you go all crazy with your dares, we’ll always pick truth and not give you any chance.”

“What? You can’t do that every time, that’s cheating,” Kelly griped. “Right?”

Stephanie watched the exchange with bemused interest, saying nothing.

“You really have no sense of caution,” Brian sighed, unfastening the remaining buttons on his dress shirt. “When you dare, it’s not this free pass to get whatever you want. When you go too far, you squander our trust and lose out on chances to keep daring, keep enjoying that power aspect of the game.”

“Yeah, pardon me for not accepting truth or dare as some profound psychological game,” Kelly said, her voice laced with sarcasm. “Here I’ve thought all this time it was a drinking game for pressuring friends into making jackasses of themselves, seeing titties, making out with strangers...”

“Hey now, what happened to it being a fun way to get to know each other?” Brian asked playfully, pulling his shirt open and sliding it off his shoulders.

Kelly and Stephanie were both staring at him, fixated. After a moment he glanced down, wondering if they were noticing something he hadn’t. Back in high school, he’d been fairly scrawny and would’ve been nervous taking off his shirt in front of girls, but a few years of eating well and running in the mornings had done wonders for his constitution and confidence. He’d always had almost no body fat, and nowadays, considered himself in decent shape as well.

Brian revealed a body that, while not huge and brawny, was definitely toned and defined. He didn’t have the massive bulk of a body-builder, his abs and chest weren’t exactly chiseled slabs of exaggerated muscle, and he would never consider himself athletic. However, his daily morning jogs had exquisitely carved any scrap of excess from his body. Even Chloe, who had become notoriously stingy in handing out compliments, had expressed grudging enthusiasm for his abdominal lines, those distinct v-shaped lines of pelvic muscle that disappeared down into his pants.

Stephanie and Kelly remained captivated at the sight, staring unguardedly at him with dazed eyes, their lips parted, speechless. Feeling self-conscious now beneath the weight of their continued stares, Brian turned and shot Kelly an expectant look.

“...Kelly?”

“...Uh-huh?” she asked, sounding distracted.

“Thought for sure you were gonna have something to say, some snide, unimpressed comment or sarcastic remark or... something,” he said. Are both of them making fun of me here? They somehow got their joke reaction all synced up together without saying anything?

“No, I... uh, look, I got nothin’,” Kelly replied, seeming mesmerized by the sight of his bare chest.

“Really? I mean, I’m pretty pale,” he suggested, feeling increasingly awkward at their strange, focused attention.

“No! No, you’re, uh...” Kelly began, blinking.

“It is-isn’t that; you’re um, you’re not...” Stephanie interjected before falling silent in embarrassment.

“Yeah, you’re not pale at all,” Kelly continued, swallowing and absentmindedly reaching towards him. “See, uh... look how much lighter I am than you.”

“Not pale at all,” Stephanie agreed breathlessly.

“Thanks, I think,” he said, slipping the leather shoulder-holster rig back on over his bare skin. The pair of girls gave him confused looks.

“What’re you doing?” Kelly asked.

“I picked the shirt, the holster counts separately, right? I don’t have to keep it off,” he answered innocently. “The dare was for just one piece of clothing. But I mean, I can ditch the holster instead if you want though, and put the shirt back on?”

“No no,” Stephanie blurted.

“Nope,” Kelly decided. “You look like... I dunno, some undercover cop. Like, something from the cover of a sleazy romance novel.”

“Gee, thanks,” Brian said, rolling his eyes.

“No, s’kinda hot, right?” Kelly said distantly. “Right, Steph? It looks good.”

“It, uh... yeah, he... um, do you think, maybe, I could take a picture?” Stephanie squeaked, crawling across the covers and bouncing off the edge of the bed towards her phone on the dresser.

“You guys are making fun of me now,” Brian laughed. “Sure, do I get to take photos of you guys when you’re doing your dares?”

“Th-that’s fine,” Stephanie agreed meekly, only hesitating for a moment. “Probably.” Her phone played its camera shutter sound effect. Several times, in fact.

“Who’s next? Am I asking you again?” Brian said, turning towards Kelly. “That was a full circle around… uh, our little triangle. A full triangle around?”

“Then we’ll go the other way, counterclockwise,” Kelly instructed. “That way everyone asks everyone.”

“Hah, alright,” Brian said, turning back towards Stephanie. The pink-and-blonde-haired girl was partially hiding behind her phone as she grinned to herself at the picture she’d taken. I must really look like a doofus in that shot if she thinks it’s that funny. “Truth or dare, Stephanie?”

“A piece of clothing!” Kelly suggested. “It’s totally her turn to lose something now.”

“Hmm...” Brian said, considering the options at his disposal as he looked at the nervously smiling girl. Stephanie squirmed beneath their attention, setting aside her phone.

“Tr-truth, then,” Stephanie blushed. She was, after all, only wearing an oversized shirt and her pajama pants.

“Okay, I’ve got an easy one for you, just something I want to know,” Brian assured her. “What happened tonight? Kelly mentioned over the phone that you lost your room somehow?”

“I, uh, well yeah,” Stephanie said, her smile surging forth again. “After I was with you today, I, ah, couldn’t find Megan again. I looked for her all day, b-but, the convention’s just too big.”

“That’s awful,” Brian said honestly, “She had your room key? Did you have some way of contacting her? If I’d known you weren’t gonna be able to find her, I’d have had you stick with me.”

“Y-yeah?” Stephanie asked, brightening. “I would’ve loved, uh, I mean, that would have, would’ve been great. I did, though. I had my own key, and I did find her... eventually. She was in our hotel room when I got back there, it just… well, sh-she…” Stephanie rambled, cupping a hand over her mouth as she recalled what had happened. “Con funk. She, uh, it was con funk. I-I couldn’t bear to tell her. But, it was bad. It was so bad. It was the worst.”

“Super gross,” Kelly muttered, shuddering.

“That’s awful,” Brian said. “Geez, I’m sorry, Stephanie. Here I am taking off my shirt in front of you when I haven’t showered since this morning. I’m sure I’m starting to smell, too—”

“No! No no, it’s nothing alike, nothing like, she was bad, b-but you, I want to sm—uh, you’re fine, it’s all… it’s fine. We’re all calm and everything’s fine. You don’t smell bad at all.” Stephanie sputtered, drawing a little closer to him as if to emphasize her point.

“So long as you’re sure,” Brian said carefully, feeling even more anxious than when he’d taken off his shirt. “Then, I’m satisfied. Your turn to ask Kelly, and then we’ll have finished a full round, I guess.”

“I do think you’re forgetting a turn where I get to ask you somewhere,” Kelly reminded him. “Then the round’s over. You asked me first, remember?”

“Ah, right. Good thing you remembered, or we’d have missed it,” Brian teased.

“...I doubt that.”

“Truth or dare, then...?” Stephanie asked Kelly.

“Dare, of course,” Kelly replied, displaying a wicked grin. Is she just gonna pick dare all night?

“Uhm,” Stephanie began, clearing her throat. “I dare you to take off another piece of clothing.”

“Well, that’s interesting,” Kelly laughed, leaning forward. “Is our little Stephanie curious about what I look like under my clothes? Wonder what the psychology is behind her asking that, huh? Or does she think this is what you want to see?”

Neither, Brian guessed. My first dare probably set the acceptable standard for Stephanie, and she’s scared of breaking new ground with her own question. This is fine, though. Losing a piece of clothing or two every round adds up.

“Well, how ‘bout it, Steph? You want the very shirt off of my back? I warn you, though, I’ve got nothin’ on underneath,” Kelly said, and she traced her fingertips down her frame, across the curvature of her own breasts. “Do you want my jeans?”

She hooked her thumbs into the tiny front pockets of her pants and gave them a slight tug. Her faded black skinny-jeans were tight, barely able to budge. “Or... do you want my boring ol’ other sock? I was wearing it most of the day, but that’s okay. This foot hasn’t even been in Brian’s junk yet,” Kelly said, lifting her leg as if to fix that right away.

“You’ve gotta choose it yourself, Kelly. S’part of the dare,” Brian said, catching her foot with both hands. “So what’ll it be?”

“I choose the sock, then. Like hell, I’m gonna give either of you a show yet, not after just giving me lame little boring dares like those. In fact, since you’ve already got me in your hands here, why don’t you take it off for me?” Kelly purred.

“Sure,” Brian said eagerly. “I’ll count it as your dare for me, if that’s what you want to waste your turn on…”

“Hey, I don’t think so,” Kelly exclaimed in mock indignation, retracting her foot of his grasp with a yank and pulling her knee up to her chest. She unceremoniously tugged the remaining ankle-sock off herself and lobbed it half-heartedly in Stephanie’s direction. “Truth or dare, Brian?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to pleasure me,” Kelly declared, a triumphant look appearing on her face.

“You what?” Brian asked, eyes widening. “That’s a little bit much, isn’t it? Right, Stephanie? ...Isn’t that going too far for a dare?”

“Uh-uhmm...”

“No, it’s not,” Kelly said, blowing her bangs up out of her eyes with a puff of her lip. “I’m not demanding you tongue-fuck me right here and now. Although... you can, sure. I’m daring you to make me feel good. How you choose to make me feel good, that’s up to you.” She was leaning forward provocatively again, and the low cut of her top afforded a compelling view of her cleavage in the light of the hotel room’s lamp.

“A psychological thing, huh? To see what I’ll do, given the choice?” Brian asked dryly.

“Uh-huh. Decided on it right away when you got all high and mighty with the psychological bullshit,” Kelly answered in a smug tone.

“Naturally,” Brian said, smiling bitterly. “Well, alright then. Anything counts so long as it feels good for you, right?”

“I wouldn’t say anything counts. There’s feeling good and then there’s pleasure. I’m not gonna give you any clues, but I think all of us know there’s a clear difference.” Kelly said, before casting a sidelong glance at Stephanie. “Well, okay, maybe not all of us.”

“Alright then,” Brian agreed, still not perturbed. “Sit here on the edge, right in front of me.”

Taking a moment to gauge Brian’s seriousness with a cool glance, Kelly gave him a wide, expectant smile and complied, shifting out of the easy chair across from him and onto the corner of the bed, fitting the curves of her butt snugly into the space between his legs.

“Oh c’mon,” Kelly scowled as she realized his plan. “Don’t tell me you think just a backrub is gonna—”

Then his fingertips were pressing deep into her skin, and the rest of her unspoken thought seemed to tumble out into space and shrink quickly into the distance. Brian’s strong hands undulated in a calm, steady motion, firmly squeezing and softly gripping, kneading and shaping the stiff muscles atop her shoulders and along the base of her neck in a way she hadn’t believed possible.

“Haaaah,” Kelly breathed, her eyelids fluttering. “Well, don’t ah, d-don’t stop though-oooh-ooohhh…” He was tenderly sliding down the taut muscle on either side of her spine now, rolling his thumbs in savory little circles that seemed to transform her tensed muscles into sensuous jelly.

“Ohh-okay,” Kelly mouthed, “How’d... mmm, how’d you get so good at… ahhh, at... this?” There was a confident, even possessive quality in the way he was handling her, somehow making and unmaking her with the luxuriant force of his hands. With each wave and crest, he expertly pulled and rubbed and pinched Kelly’s flesh until he was eliciting whimpered exhalations from the dark-haired beauty.

“My girl—, well, my ex-girlfriend had some problems unwinding sometimes, so I managed to get plenty of practice,” Brian admitted. No need to mention how it got to be this stupid subservient thing, or how Chloe just got to expect it of me, without ever having any appreciation. “How is it?”

“I’m like, I’m fuckin’ melting here,” Kelly cooed, her upper body wavering back and forth with her breath. “Fuck, this is, this is... hwah? Why’re you stopping?”

“I’ve got to,” Brian withdrew, flexing his fingers. “I can be a little rough and with your shirt on, without lotion I might—”

“I have lotions,” Kelly interrupted, giving him a sly glance over her shoulder. “Lotions, moisturizer… might even have lube in my purse. Look, I can take off my shirt, and… well, you can keep going, you know?” She arched her back against him, accentuating the thinly-veiled double-meaning in her words by subtly pressing those magnificent breasts of hers together with her stretching arms. One of the straps of her tank top had loosened and begun to slide down her shoulder.

“So, I passed your dare, then?” Brian calmly conjectured, shifting back away from Kelly on the bedspread and working for his hands one last time before nonchalantly relaxing them in his lap. There were a lot of discreet ways he could disguise his ardent erection, and he had been shamed into learning many of them throughout the course of his last relationship. Kept my cool, everything’s fine, Brian assured himself. If I can just… adjust myself out of this fold in my pant leg; no one’ll know the—

“I didn’t say you passed, yet,” Kelly pouted, turning further towards him and looking crestfallen. “You didn’t even finish.”

Finish? The hell do you mean, finish? You keep making sexy noises when I have my hands on you, I really will finish, Brian thought, steeling himself to keep his composure.

“Well, Stephanie?” he managed.

“Y-you, uh, I think he passed,” Stephanie mumbled, her face red. “You didn’t say how long he had to plea… um, how long he had to make you feel good. That was, ah, wow, though. You wouldn’t happen to be a physical therapist, or, or a masseur?”

“Nothin’ like that,” Brian said, giving her a lopsided grin.

“We can pick up where we left off later though, right?” Kelly asked huskily, reluctantly returning to sit back in the easy chair while twisting and stretching her body.

“Can I ask for a truth, then?” Brian asked, giving her a strange look.

“Yeah, I guess you can,” Kelly said, “But I’ll take any dare too, you know?”

“Truth or dare, then,” he asked.

“No, really, anything,” Kelly said, curiosity getting the better of her. “I’ll take a truth or a dare, it doesn’t matter. Ask away.”

“Okay, then,” Brian said. “Why’d you come to AnimeCon? I mean, you don’t seem like you’re into anime, you don’t consider yourself a weeb like us. So… why are you here? It’s been on my mind for a while now.”

“All the things you can ask, and you ask that,” Kelly grunted, face falling in dismay.

“I’m a little curious t-too,” Stephanie added. “I know I asked before, but...”

“Fine, fine,” Kelly sighed. “First of all, you’ve gotta know that I’ve been to AnimeCon before, three years ago. So I’m not like, this complete outsider. But to clarify; I was never like, a real anime fan, or into all the geek stuff like you guys... I had this friend who was, Sarah. I came to AnimeCon with her back then, wore one of her old costumes. Rocked it. Was this real tight sorta jester’s outfit from some comic book thing—”

“Jessie Terr?” Brian guessed.

“...Probably? Yeah, I think that was it.”

“Wait wait, you were Jessie Terr, here at Animecon, three years ago?” Brian asked in surprise. “Were you wearing a skirt sort of thing with fishnet, or the bodysuit?”

“Uh… a skintight bodysuit, actually. Why?” Kelly asked, suspicion creeping into her voice.

“Hell, I think I took a picture of you that year, standing with Emily. I’ll have her look through the album on her page tomorrow, but I’m pretty sure it was you.”

“Y-you two have met here before?” Stephanie realized, shocked. “AnimeCon, um, the convention, it’s ah, it’s something like sixteen thousand attendees, the odds—”

“This year, maybe,” Brian said thoughtfully. “Back then, things were different, AnimeCon couldn’t have been more than seven or eight thousand people, and there were a lot less cosplayers than there are now.”

“It might’ve been me,” Kelly said, looking guilty. “There were a lot of pictures. And it was... look, it was fun. I liked it, the attention, the fan reaction, the anon...anonymity? Is that right? Everyone recognized who I was supposed to be, but at the same time, no one knew who I really was.”

“I’m used to being sexy. I’m naturally sexy, but being able to put on this slinky costume, with her wig and stupid face paint... I was more, I was... pickin’ up her little mannerisms and mimicking her stupid accent just like Sarah coached me. I was like, gettin’ into it. It was fuckin’ weird, and kinda cool. And I was gonna make AnimeCon a habit, and come back every year.”

“But you didn’t? What stopped you?” Brian asked.

“Well, I started fucking up and never stopped, that’s what happened,” Kelly muttered, gritting her teeth. “This is kinda my last shot… at trying to see if I can still go back, back to where I used to be in my life, you know? Also, I flipped out on my one manager and got suspended, so well... my weekend was free.”

“Well, she did answer,” Brian said thoughtfully, glancing to Stephanie. “But all it does is raise more questions…”

“S’all you get, champ,” Kelly denied flatly. “I’m all dares for the rest of the night. Anyways… let’s move on, alright? Truth or dare, Stephanie?”

“I… I think I’m picking truth, again,” Stephanie said shyly.

“Perfect! Great. Because I thought of a perfect question for you,” Kelly confessed, the graceful curves of her cheeks curling into a diabolical smile. “When you were in the shower earlier, did you masturbate at all?”

The timid cutie looked completely stunned, and her mouth fell open in shock at the question. “I... did I what?” Stephanie stammered, nervously flicking her eyes between Brian and Kelly.

“Were you a good little girl, who went in there just to wash up, to prepare your dainty little self for bed? Kelly persisted, still grinning wickedly. “Or’d you finger yourself?”

Hah, as if, Brian thought to himself. Now you’re even overreaching on your truth questions. There’s no way that Stephanie…

But Stephanie’s mortified face gave it all away immediately; a look of guilt and embarrassment that transformed into an alarmed, increasingly panicked expression. She hid her face in her hands, unable to quell her own reactions.

Wait, no way... Did she really…?

“Um, I...I d-don’t think I can answer,” Stephanie said quietly, unable to meet their eyes. “Does that—does that mean I’m out of the game now?”

“It means you’re being needlessly difficult,” Kelly replied, chuckling. “Because if you back out here, both of us will know for sure why; it’s ‘cause you finger-fucked yourself silly soon as you had the water running in there, isn’t it? Right, Brian? If she refuses to answer, that’s what we’ll think.”

“Uhmm…” he coughed helplessly.

“But, on the other hand, if you come clean and admit what we basically now already know, you get to keep playing. You keep playing, you impress us with your courage and honesty, you form a bond with us—’cause everyone gets horny and masturbates at some point. And most importantly, if you look deep into Brian’s eyes when you answer, something amazing might happen.”

“Okay, I...I did that,” Stephanie stammered, cheeks burning as she avoided their gaze. “A little. Only, ah, a little. I’d never—it, it was just a bit…”

“Well. There we have it, the dirty truth. Look at this perverted little peach, Brian,” Kelly exclaimed, turning towards him with interest. “I really can’t believe she’d do that, and with both of us right out here outside… Are you shocked?”

“It’s okay, Stephanie,” Brian reassured her, trying not to let his imagination run wild. “You answered her question, and you didn’t do anything wrong. I probably would have… uh, done that too, if I’d showered right after the con. It’s been a hell of a day.”

“You...um, you would have?” Stephanie asked, letting out a breath. More than just being relieved at his admission, she appeared to take interest, as well.

“Yeah, I mean, probably,” Brian said, looking away awkwardly. “Uh, whose turn was it to go next?”

“We’re really learning tons about each other with this game,” Kelly remarked gleefully. “In fact, if Steph thinks she can keep playing it safe with only picking truth questions… next time I can ask just what fantasy our little Stephanie was in there diddling herself to.”

“Tr-truth or dare, Brian?” Stephanie asked, pretending not to hear.

“Hmm… truth, this time,” he answered.

“Okay, there was… this one thing I wanted to ask but, wasn’t sure if it would be okay…” Stephanie said meekly. “And, if you’re not comfortable, you, ah, you don’t have to answer—”

“Yes, he does,” Kelly jumped in, rolling her eyes. “He doesn’t get any free passes. If you ask, he’s gotta answer, or he’s out of the game.”

“Oh… right. In that case, I can ju—”

“Go ahead, ask,” Brian prompted, curious. “I’ll answer any question you have.”

“Um… okay. Why did you and your uh, ex-girlfriend, why did you two break up?” Stephanie asked, looking genuinely perplexed by the notion. “I can’t picture, or I mean, I can’t think of any reason why anyone would possibly, uh…”

Brian managed a frown, caught off guard. “Well, that’s a bit... complicated to explain.”

“Betcha it’s not,” Kelly said snidely. “People are complicated, yeah, but breakups themselves always turn out to be for pretty simple reasons, don’t they?”

“Well, okay. I guess the short version is... she stopped trusting me, so the relationship stopped working. Is that simple enough?”

“Wha—no way, that’s not fair,” Kelly protested. “That’s like, only half of an answer, a tenth of an answer. You have to tell us the why to actually answer her question; why’d she stop trusting you?”

“Why wouldn’t she trust you?” Stephanie asked as well, wearing an expression of disbelief and confusion.

“Because I’m a guy,” Brian sighed, shaking his head.

“Okay, spill,” Kelly demanded.

“I’ve been kind of mulling the whole situation over in my head every morning run. Trying to organize my thoughts, figure it all out, you know? Her name was Chloe. She went to the college in my town, so when we met she was already kind of... in the periphery of that local circle of friends. Long story short, we hung out a lot, started dating. Eventually got an apartment together. Things were fine, for a while.”

“I don’t know if it was professors or college activists or what, but partway through one of her courses; this gender studies class, the material stopped being objective and started pushing this weird political slant.”

“Political slant?” Stephanie murmured, looking confused.

“Yeah, opened her eyes to all of our inequalities, I guess. They taught her that there was a wage gap between men and women... so she began to insist that it was absolutely unfair for her to be paying half of the rent. She learned that most women are sexually assaulted, and their statistics said that one in every three men is a rapist. From that point it didn’t matter that I respected when she said no, I was required to earn a yes from her for every potential stage of intimacy. That’s how it all started, anyways. As time went on she just... got deeper and deeper into this extremist mindset that couldn’t help but despise me.”

“Yikes,” Kelly said. “Yeah, you’d mentioned some of that before. I can kinda see why you broke up with her.”

“She left me, not the other way around,” Brian replied. “It was frustrating, it hurts, and I hate it, but... it’s not like she just changed all of the sudden, it was this gradual thing, over two years. Before I knew it, I wasn’t even fit to speak with her on any number of subjects, because my opinions, as a privileged white male, weren’t valid. Her having to educate me on the social injustices just seemed to make me more and more guilty.”

“B-but you don’t think that way, do you?” Stephanie asked, looking genuinely concerned. “You, uh, I don’t think you did anything wrong.”

“For a while I guess I tried to convince myself of some of it,” Brian admitted. “But well... I don’t know what to think about anything anymore. I can’t imagine that I’m not terribly biased in this situation, so don’t consider what I’ve said any kind of fair assessment or anything. I know that Chloe was doing what she thought was right, so that, at least... is admirable.”

“Unless she’s actually really wrong,” Kelly observed dryly.

“I guess,” Brian said indifferently, letting out a slow breath. “Anyways, does all of that answer the question to your satisfaction?”

“I... yes, it does. Sorry,” Stephanie answered, managing a sheepish grin.

“Don’t be, you’re up next,” Brian said. “Truth or dare, Stephanie?”

“Truth,” she replied.

“Okay, how do you feel about gender roles and relationships?” he asked.

“I think that guys are obvious predators and subtle parasites of women,” Kelly jumped in. “And girls are obvious parasites and subtle predators of men. Girl I knew said that, always agreed with it, though. Shit, wasn’t my question though, sorry.”

“S’alright,” Brian chuckled. “My ex would definitely agree with at least half of that. Go on, Steph.”

“I, uh, honestly hadn’t thought much about either of them,” Stephanie admitted, shaking her head. “I never thought any of it would be… applicable to me? I’d just want you—uh, that is, um, the other person in a relationship, to be happy, that’s all that matters to me. I don’t think the genders really matter to that, but, I actually don’t know very much about the topic at all, so…that’s my answer, I guess?”

“Really?” Kelly asked. “Genders don’t matter to you? Like, you’d hook up with a girl?”

“Hey, you wait ‘till your next turn to ask a new question,” Brian chided. “Stephanie’s turn to dare you, now.”

“Truth or dare?” Stephanie asked.

“Dare,” Kelly said, leaning back and regarding Stephanie with a confident smile.

Hope it didn’t seem like I was exaggerating about the whole Chloe thing, Brian thought. Kinda weird talking about it. It was always such a touchy subject that I never really got to share my thoughts on it with anyone, even Emily.

Frowning, Stephanie looked from Kelly to Brian, and then down into her hands in her lap. “I, uh, I can’t think of anything to dare,” she admitted.

“You can’t think of anything you want me to do?” Kelly asked in exasperated vexation. “You can tell me to do anything you want, you have me at your command, and you’ve got nothing? Do you want me to finish what you started and have me strip?”

“What was the other dare we’ve had tonight...? Ah, right, that was it; dare me to make you feel good. There’s no downside to that for you, and it even leaves things open for me to make you feel good in, you know, my own way.”

“I...uh, okay. I dare you to make me feel good,” Stephanie agreed nervously.

Uh-oh. She walked right into that before I could warn her. Somehow I doubt Kelly planned on making her feel good using stuff like motivational words and high-fives. As it turned out, he was right.

Hopping out of the chair, Kelly joined Stephanie near the headboard of the bed and leaned in close, much to Stephanie’s surprise. The scene girl drew Stephanie into a hug, smooshing Kelly’s soft breasts against the girl’s smaller pair and slipping her arms around her tightly. “How does this feel?”

“Um,” Stephanie said awkwardly, staring over Kelly’s shoulder at Brian in surprise. “It’s… nice, I... guess?”

“Keep talking, it’s therapeutic,” Kelly whispered, caressing pink locks of hair away from Stephanie’s pale neck with her fingertips. “Just look over at Brian and describe to him how I’m making you feel, okay?”

“Oh-okay?” Stephanie agreed stiffly.

“Mmm,” Kelly responded, and she puckered her lips and smacked a moist kiss just below Stephanie’s ear. “Keep tellin’ him…”

“Ah!” Stephanie yelped in surprise, and then shivered as Kelly’s sumptuously soft lips played across her neck in a string of sensual kisses. “It-it’s, just, that I’m, well, it’s sensitive there...”

“Mm-hmm?” Kelly hummed, playing her teeth across the girl’s bare skin. “Are you still lookin’ right into Brian’s eyes?”

“Uh-huh,” Stephanie breathed.

“Then I’m gonna keep going… until I hear you tell him that what I’m doing is making you feel really good,” Kelly purred, blowing softly in the girl’s ear, and then she nuzzled closer and pulled the girl’s earlobe into her mouth, pinching it gently between her teeth.

Okay… this is pretty kinky, Brian decided, trying to keep anything but an amused smile from showing.

“Ah? ...Ahhh-ah!” Stephanie cooed, gripping firmly onto Kelly’s embrace in surprise. “It feels, it’s, uh, it’s... weird?”

“Weird, huh? Well, I like making you feel weird. Is he still... watchin’?” Kelly asked in a husky voice, nibbling messy kisses, darting her tongue out, dragging a wet line down the softest portions of Stephanie’s neck. “Is he watching you make weird faces?”

“Uh-huh?” Stephanie affirmed, squirming, and she swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

“Well, I’ll try not to leave too many hickies,” Kelly promised, and she shifted her position and continued down the other side of Stephanie’s neck. Brian couldn’t see what she was doing from his vantage point now, but he could hear her making wet suckling noises and Stephanie’s eyes were going unfocused in an erotic daze.

“Ahh-ahhh! That, uh, that’s good,” Stephanie finally gave in. “That feels good, you can… you can stop now!”

“I don’t know… did it really feel good?” Kelly asked, looking doubtful.

“Yes! Yes, it was, ah, nice. It felt really good,” Stephanie reassured her quickly.

“Be sure and remember it,” Kelly said, still using her flirtatious tone. “‘Cause you can try it out on Brian later. Or me, if you want some practice first. We can exchange all kinds of pointers all night long.” With apparent reluctance Kelly released the girl and bounced up off the bed again, returning to the easy chair with a new sway in her hips.

“Truth or dare, Brian?” Kelly asked.

“...Truth,” Brian decided, not failing to notice the eager smile Kelly was failing to hide.

“Son of a bitch,” Kelly swore, although her smile didn’t falter. “You just knew I had somethin’ good to dare ya, didn’t you?”

“That look of manic glee was a little telling, yeah,” he admitted, leaning back and crossing his arms.

“Damn, I was gonna have you... well, I’ll still get my chance. You can’t hide behind truth forever,” Kelly said in a conspiratorial voice.

“Says who?” he countered.

“Says me, ‘cause sometimes truth questions are even better than dares,” Kelly said, and she jerked her thumb toward Stephanie. “Okay then, tell me the truth, do you want to fuck her?”

“I... uh,” Brian blurted, looking nervously over at Stephanie. There really is no such thing as a safe question in this game, huh?

“You either wanna fuck her...” Kelly suggested, “...or you don’t. It’s one or the other.”

“That’s just... I mean, Stephanie, isn’t that going a little too far for a question?” Brian pleaded.

“Uh,” Stephanie sat up and fidgeted, trying not to appear as though she had been leaning forward in excitement and anticipation. “W-well, if you’re not, um, comfortable answ—”

“C’mon, guys,” Kelly interrupted quickly, “I was only even asking that to do my girl Steph here a favor, ‘cause I can tell... she really wants to know. Don’tcha, Steph?”

“...Do you?” Brian asked.

A look of panic came over the blushing girl, and she waved her hands in front of her. “I um, it’s not, I mean, it’s your turn, not mine, I don’t, uh, I d-don’t have to say anything. I don’t has—have to answer.”

“But do I have to answer?” Brian asked. “Is it going too far, or is it a fair question?”

“Uh…” Stephanie mouthed, floundering.

“You were right, Brian. Truth or dare is like, a deep game,” Kelly said, praise evident in her voice. “You learn more about people by what they ask, by how they answer, and even by what the impartial judge player decides is a fair question or not.”

“Th-that’s not fair, I can’t, how?! I can’t be impartial when it’s about me—” Stephanie protested.

“S’why it’s really so telling,” Kelly smirked. “Like, if you say it’s a legal question, then what it really means is that you want to know, too. You want to know if Brian here wants to fuck you, that is.”

“That’s not, that isn’t... necessarily... um,” Stephanie said weakly.

“So you don’t care whether he wants to fuck you or not?”

“This... this isn’t my turn, it’s Brian’s ques-question,” Stephanie sputtered, “I don’t think that, uhm, that we can have unfair ‘truth’ questions, so there’s really... there’s really no need to ask me, uh, to ask the third player if it’s fair or not, un-unless it’s a ‘dare’ question.”

“So you do want to know?” Kelly grinned.

“Th-that’s not what I said!” Stephanie denied.

“Fine, I’ll answer, I do,” Brian jumped in, and the girls seemed to forget their argument instantly.

“You do... what? Say it out loud,” Kelly gloated. “Say what you want to do to her, Brian.”

“I do want to... do it with her,” Brian grudgingly admitted.

“You want to fuck her,” Kelly said.

“Yeah.”

“Say it—!”

“Look, it’s fine if you just want to make me uncomfortable, but I don’t want you using me to make Steph uncomfortable. I mean, we’re all rooming together…”

“Don’t blame me for makin’ you guys uncomfortable, all I did was bring the truth to light and make things a bit more honest around here,” Kelly smirked. “You’re the one who wants to fuck her so bad. In fact, I think next time you pick truth I’m gonna ask for you to describe for us exactly how you want to fuck her.”

“Ohh,” Stephanie blurted, blushing fiercely. She was struggling to keep anything from showing on her face, and failing miserably. “Y-you guys both are so mean.”

“What?!” Kelly retorted indignantly, “I’m just tryin’ to look out for you here! So now you know what’s up. And as for Brian, well, like, it’s not his fault he wants to fuck you, he can’t help it, right? After all, you’re—”

“Uh... well, whose turn was it next?” Brian asked sheepishly, coughing into his fist.