"Okay, Steph, it's your turn now." I take a swig from my beer starting to feel a slight buzz coming on. I shift in my seat as I look down at my long time friend and roommate, Stephanie. She was rocking slightly as she held her knees were hands. She was on the floor, as she often was, patiently waiting for me to ask the question.
I was an average looking guy, 6 foot, 180 pounds. I had short brown hair and a clean cut face. I wasn't very muscular in the typical sense but I had some meat on my bones. As for downstairs I was around 8 inches and fairly girthy. It had been a few weeks, maybe months since I had gotten laid with it though.
"Truth or dare?" I grinned as I pictured possible embarrassing tasks or questions I've been dying to know the answer to.
Stephanie straightened her knees and reached for the water next to her. She looked up at the ceiling clearly deep in thought as to which option she would choose. Unscrewing the cap she looked at me straight into my eyes and squinted, as if she was trying to figure out what I was plotting. She put the bottle to her naturally large lips and took a sip.
"I choose truth." she said with a smirk, knowing I'd be disappointed in her answer.
"Oh come on, that's like the fourth time in a row you've chosen truth!" I said giving her my best disappointed look.
Steph smiles smugly, "Those are the rules. You can pick whichever you want."
"Ugh. Well I already know everything about you, we've been friends for forever." Rolling my eyes I took another sip.
Steph and I really had been friends for forever. We grew up in the same neighborhood, went to the same schools, hung out with the same people. We even applied and went to the same University. We always had similar interests; books, movies, music, etc. Our friendship had blossomed over the years and while our other friends had teased us about "getting together." There was no want (as far as I'm aware) from either of us because we both saw each other as friends and nothing else.
It made sense now being roommates with our history and the fact that we both got jobs here after college.
Steph finished her water and stood up, "Oh bite me, Alex. Just think of something that you wouldn't know about me." She winked and started making her way into the kitchen from our living room, "hey you need another one while I'm in here?"
I looked down at my nearly empty bottle, "yes definitely need another one."
I watch Steph walk into the kitchen as her tight butt moved while she walked. I quickly finish my drink trying to wash away the thought.
Stephanie looked like a typical fitness girl. She was around 5'2", 100 pounds, with a fairly substantial ass given her size. Long blonde hair that reached the small of her back and beautiful hazel eyes. She had a tight stomach that was rather athletic, likely from her numerous ab workouts, with B or maybe C cup breasts. Today she was wearing yoga pants with a big T-shirt that was pulled up to expose her large ass. This was often her attire at home, the yoga pants in particular driving me a bit crazy. I often had to stop myself from looking.
I set my empty beer bottle down on the floor next to me and pondered what I could ask her. The recent image of her ass burned into my mind, sexual questions started to pop up as options for truth.
What's your favorite position? How often do you masterbate? What do you fantasize about? Do you like to give blowjobs? When was the last time you had sex? Do you want to have sex right now?
These thoughts pile up in my head and I feel my cock stirring. I cross my legs hopefully hiding my growing erection and shake my head trying to clear my head. The alcohol in my stomach clearly not helping.
"Hmm... what's your biggest turn off?" I finally say after much internal debate. As Stephanie starts to make her way back to the living room.
She leans down to hand me my beer and I reach my hand out to take it but don't move from my cross legged stance. Our fingers briefly touch as she hands me the beer, and my cock stiffens more at the contact.
"That's a good question. I'm not really sure how to narrow it down, I've been with a lot of shitty guys." She laughs as she sits back down on the floor. "I would probably say... hmmmm. Oh I know! Probably being shitty to a waiter. I had a couple guys do that and I dried up like a desert."
We both laughed about that. Although in my current state, hearing anything about her being wet or dry was not helping.
After we had laughed for a few seconds she said, "Okay okay, your turn! Truth or dare?" smiling mischievously.
I tried to picture what she could ask for or make me do. Thinking for a second I said, "Truth."
She started to laugh, "Alex, come on, you don't get to make fun of me for picking truth too much, then pick truth yourself!
Knowing she would say this, I smiled back and mockingly said, "Those are the rules. You can pick whichever you want." Doing my best caricature of Stephanie's voice.
Steph pushed my leg and gave me her signature fake upset face. We both laughed.
I wasn't sure if it was the few beers I had in my system or something else but the air in the apartment seemed different today.
She started swaying from side to side in her seat again. "Hmm, I'm having the same problem you were having." She said as she looked up at the ceiling in thought.
