An Easy Dare Pt 02

I dream of Bea and running my hands over her body. So much less frantic then before, just feeling her softness, hearing her breathing hitch as my finger teases inside her. Feeling just how wet she got, it's an unreal amount. I can't believe I flatter myself this much even in a dream.

If I didn't know her better, I'd think she had badly needed that kind of attention. But she's the kind of girl that easily picks up guys. Not a girl who'd be needily panting because of one finger, soaking the bed and rocking against me.

Compared to last night, her rubbing hopelessly against me through my boxers. As much as I'm frazzled by my need to touch her, she'd need to be trying harder if she actually wanted me to get off.

I blink, my finger twitching and another soft moan coming from her. I realise this is not a dream.

I pull my finger away on impulse, the naked girl next to me just letting out a quiet grunt but nothing more. She's obviously still asleep. I don't know when dream switched to edging her for real, but god she really is wet.

I examine my finger, pausing only a moment before I taste her and suppress a groan. I can't believe last night happened, but worst of all I know she won't take kindly to losing. Who knows what that means, but she won't be gracious by any means.

I slide out of bed as quietly as I can manage, putting on shorts and the first t-shirt I find before I slip out to the kitchen, hoping to get some time to myself. Instead I find Lucy is in there already making a pot of coffee. I swallow, mentally preparing how to talk to her after last night. I can't believe I had to spill one of my fantasies about her, whispered right into her ear as she just silently listened.

Lucy's such a shy wallflower, we get on well because we share some interests but I've always been a little wary of overstepping her boundaries. She's never really talked about having a boyfriend, or any other partners. But I haven't asked about it because it felt like none of my business.

Also because, well, I don't want her to notice the way I look at her now and then. Her long black hair frames her puffed out cheeks and her small mouth. She tends to hide behind her hair in a cute, mousey way. And she has a short, wide, chubby frame. I get the feeling she's self conscious about her weight, even though her body just looks so deliciously soft, it makes me want to grab her and-

"Oh good morning," she turns to look at me with a small, nervous smile. I realise I've been staring because I'm still wound up from the night before, but also she's not dressed in her usual cosy pyjamas. She's wearing shorts and a spaghetti strap top. She tends to wear clothes a little too big on her, so they're breezey, hanging loose. Her chest hanging out, seeming so much bigger than normal.

"Doooo you need coffee?" she holds up a cup and I suddenly turn my whole body away, looking in a cupboard.

"Ahh- morning hi and yes. Absolutely yes. I guess I didn't sleep great."

I hear her grab a second cup from the cupboard as she fills the two of them up, "Oh, long night?"

"Ah- a little. We were up late to begin with, but then I had to adapt to sleeping arrangements."

"Oh yeah, your bed is a bit small for two," she says, setting my cup in front of me before lifting hers to take a sip. I'm afraid to meet her gaze, realising that of course she knows I was sharing my bed.

"Uh yeah I was going to be on the couch but Bea was

insistent

," I sip my coffee before looking over.

Lucy holds the cup in both hands, her fingers rubbing it absentmindedly, "Oh she can be pretty insistent, guys like that huh?"

"It's a bit intimidating," I dodge the question, "especially when she gets competitive."

"Oh, so she made you lose the dare?" she takes a long sip and leaves a pregnant pause. I feel silly for wanting to answer, but my competitive pride wins out over me.

"N-no. Not yet."

"Really?" she slides her body closer, in that top her barely held chest sways hypnotically, "So you weren't just bragging then? Because I

know

she tried."

I nod weakly at first, not wanting to call out Bea even if it was true, "No, I really meant it."

"I can relate, it takes me hours when I try to

y'know

and sometimes I still don't..." she lets the sentence hang and I can't help but picture her trying desperately to get off. Is that why she wears such loose shorts?

"Ohh," she exhales quietly, looking down and quickly adding, "well she'll definitely try you again. So good luck with that."

I watch her walk away, I can feel my erection growing. Only then realising she was blatantly looking at it.

I gulp my coffee, before moving down the hall to follow her. But Jess emerges from the bathroom and bumps into me.

"Oh hey stud, you going for another round?"

I blush hard, looking up at Jess wearing just a towel, "No I was just, talking with Lucy."

"Good good, then you can come talk with me."

She grabs my wrist and firmly drags me towards her room. Despite being so slim, she's undoubtedly the strongest of us. There's a hidden strength in that body from her hockey practice. Not that I was trying hard to escape, instead being all too conscious of her towel that didn't cover too much of her toned wet skin.

"So uhh, what do you need?" I ask, looking around her room as she drags me in. It feels silly to ask, but her silence has me on edge. Especially when I realise that I'm still tenting my pants. Her only response is to shush me.

Her curtains are closed, and she closes the door before turning on a light by her computer and then clicking on it. She looks back at me and gives a light style before adjusting her- her webcam.

"Hi guys, I'm just out of the shower. But there's a special guest today. I think you guys can relate to him, but don't get too jealous about the view he's getting."

She stands up and drops her towel as I stare. Her lithe body is the opposite of Lucy's. Tall, thin, toned muscles. It's not what I'd call my "type", but something about her confidence, the way she owns a room with body language, has already caught my eye.

"So, wanna tell the viewers why you're here?"

"Viewers?" I croak as she sits in my lap. Her nakedness pressing against me through my pants.

"Mhm, all my fans at home. Don't worry, they can't see your face. I think most of them will be picturing themselves in your position..." she kisses my neck and I lean into it, "Sooo go on. Tell them about last night."

"You uh, mean the dare. That I'm not allowed to cuhhhh... To cum. For a month."

She bites me as I talk, and my hands move to grab her hips instinctively. She just takes them away and places them back on the bed either side of me.

"Well yes, that..." she pulls my head into her bare chest. Her nipples are erect as I press my lips against them and I'm rewarded with a chuckle, "but also what you did to Lucy."

"Mmmh?" I mumble in confusion, as I suck gently on her nipple.

"The way you narrated a sex dream in her ear, I'm surprised she didn't just faint. She looked ready to burst by the end. And you've apparently got stories about me too, right?"

She slides off my lap, kneeling in front of me as she lifts my t-shirt to kiss my stomach. She rubs her chin against my cock, the feeling still acutely felt through my shorts, and I squirm, my hands grabbing her shoulders.

"If you want me to stop teasing, you'll have to tell a story good enough for me to get off. Think you can handle it?"

She gets to her feet, returning over to the desk where she bends low, reaching into a drawer to pull out a vibrator. She gives a quick show of it to the camera, and a short buzz of sound before she returns to sit in my lap, facing the camera.

She takes my hands and puts them on her stomach, "It's ok if these roam, but keep them on. If your story is good enough, I might be in danger of falling off."

I can only nod as I feel her warmth on my palms and I drag her close, serving to pull her naked pussy onto my erection. And then I hear the buzz as she brings the vibrator to touch her inner thigh.

"Good boy, now let's have our storytime."

I breathe in deep, closing my eyes to not think about my audience, and then feel myself concentrating on the feel of her skin as I run my hands over her.

The dream starts with me watching a movie and you come home from a date, frustrated as you sprawl across the couch. You're face down and wearing the backless red dress you always say "never fails".

You tell me to comfort you, without saying what that means so I start to rub your back and you respond vocally and uh. You call me a good boy, and that's when both of us feel my lap twitch.

You don't say anything at first, just talking about your date being so boring but also uninterested in you. Every so often pausing to ask me to compliment you, your personality, your looks. Asking if you're cute, sexy, gorgeous.

I enthusiastically answer every time. Nodding, my hand squeezing you lightly. You act surprised every time, as if you weren't leading me by the nose. But I think you like that part.

I definitely like that part.

Eventually you sit up. Not to go, instead you turn so you can sit in my lap, straddling me. The deep plunging cleavage somehow shows so much of your skin but no hint of your bra. The slits in the side of your dress allow this position but your bare thighs press against me.

And that's, that's when you say

'I didn't even wear underwear.'

And I can't stop myself moaning. You chastise me, pretending to be shocked and embarrassed. As if you're only now feeling my erection when you tut at me.

I apologise but you say it's ok, you can find a way for me to make it up to you. As long as I beg appropriately.

I don't waste time, begging for you to let me help you, trying to grind against you even as you push me back down. You bask in my begging before you finally relent.

Standing up, to tell me I'm forgiven. My tongue is practically hanging out of my mouth as I stare... But you blow me a kiss.

You just thank me and say you'll sleep better after that. I stare dumbfounded as you leave me, flouncing away to your room.

"Goodness, and it just ends there?" Jess asks, her voice dripping in delight even as she's out of breath. One hand just squeezes her thigh and brushes fingertips along her slit. She's responded more to teasing than any direct touches. The vibrator is abandoned on the floor.

My other hand plays with her erect nipples, a touch she's definitely loving as she rocks on me.

"I'd never be so mean, would I?" she asks rhetorically, dragging her pussy lips along my length through the fabric of my clothes.

I only grunt in response.

"Well, I guess that's the end of story time. I hope you enjoyed that chat," She climbs off of me, leaning over her desk as she giggles, "Ooh, you really did. I know that story was so good, but what a tease..."

I watch her as she pretends I'm not there, but I felt how hot her thighs got, I know she enjoyed it.

"Please, Jess."

"Mmm, did you say something?" she goads me, wanting more.

"Please, can I, can I take care of you."

"Oh don't be greedy now. And pretty presumptuous too, what makes you so sure you even can."

"Please," I stand up, reaching out so one hand can grip her left hip, "Please I need... Need you."

"If you're so

desperate

, then you can certainly try I suppose. But you'll only have ten minutes.~"

I immediately hold her other hip in place and push the tip of my cock against her pussy, having already stripped naked when I stood up.

"Oh-aren't you fuh-ull of surprises," she teases me, even as she starts breathing harder. I realise she hadn't expected me to go straight to sliding my cock inside. Not that she seems concerned as I push it deep in and her head bows. She's silent as I hold her back against me.

"More, now," she barks out a command. I instead hold myself inside, savouring the tight feel of her. I shift my hips so I can press at different angles, "Good boy, but I need you to FUCK me."

Instead of waiting she pulls forward, I inhale sharply as her pussy lips tug along my length. Instinctively I follow her lead, pulling back. We both pause and I sense as soon as she starts to back into me, and I thrust forward.

"Yyyyyes," she growls, "Again, harder, deeper."

I'm lost in the moment, so I don't respond that I can't go deeper. And my next thrust proves me wrong anyway. I feel myself stretching, lengthening into her iron grip as she moans in delight. She doesn't slow down at all, always reacting before me.

I feel the slap of my hips on her ass resonate through me. The sound is my cue to pull back again, because no matter what I do she keeps reacting before me. She refuses to slow down even as her breathing becomes ragged.

Braced against her desk, she rattles noisily each time I ram her. She seems to love it though, making no effort to stop even accidentally bumping things.

But then after one pull back, I feel her pull away entirely. I pause, watching her response as she turns to face me, and then grabs my cock to tug on it.

"Against the wall, pin me to it."

I swallow, as she looks over me, "I don't know if, if I can."

"Just hold me to it," she drags me to her wall, conspicuously choosing one with a range of framed photos and prints up. But it had enough space for her body as she pulls me close, my cock hovering before her.

"And my thighs can hold you inside me," she guides me to her and the gap still feels tight even now. I plunge all the way in, obeying her.

"Goooood boy, who knew you were so compliant," she runs her hand through my hair, now letting me lead things as she focuses on holding her body up.

"You de-ahh-deserve a rewahh-ward. But what could you want more than having your way with me like this, hmmm..."

I'm barely even paying attention as I fuck her again and again, mechanical as I seek to give her all of my energy, wanting to make her moan my name as she cums, enjoying my cock at it's full length.

"Ooh I know. What if I help you find a way to fuck Lucy as hard as you're fucking m-ohhh GOD. You

really

like that idea, you want her to be a slut for you? Have you really never noticed how she already is? Maybe it's because I'm next to her room, but I hear the moans late at night. She sounds SO needy, even more than you right now."

I pull on reserves of strength I didn't know I had as I fuck Jess harder and harder, her taunting and encouraging me the whole time. For all her talk, she's clearly approaching the edge herself. Every thrust making her eyes less and less focused.

After another firm thrust, I hold inside her, leaning in and pressing her tight as cock throbs.

"Aw, are you-"

I kiss her lips, a wet messy kiss before I bit her lip and pant out, "Do it Jess, cum on my cock. Coat it in your wetness so I can then go fuck Lucy."

Her eyes glaze over as I say that, and then I bite her neck. No more taunting words come as she pulses under me.

"Cum," I order as I bite again, and again and again. Repeating my order until she seizes up, biting her lip and the room goes totally silent, before she puts a hand on my chest and breathes low and slow.

She pushes me back, settling onto her feet. Wobbling as she turns to her computer to close the stream.

"Jesus fuck," she says to release tension. My cock is still pointing towards her, wet with her juices. I open and close my mouth, still worked up but leaving the immediate haze of mindless need.

"I might've, gone a bit," I half finish sentences as she examines her bite marks in a mirror.

"Oh more than a bit, you did so very well," she smiles and I blush, realising this is praise, "But I guess this isn't over then."

I look at her puzzled as she pulls gathers up clothes to put back on and answers my look, "Well, you want to make Lucy groan like that too, don't you?"