The Dare
Annie had finally made time to meet up with her old friend Calvin. He brought his longtime friend along, Damon, who had a notorious reputation for being rambunctious on a night out. Noticeably absent was Rod, her husband. He had come out with her on these nights before, tonight was just not one of those nights.
"Where's Big Rod tonight? Hot Rod!" The guys shouted while they asked.
Annie's husband was a big, burley and handsome man. Annie offered no more than just saying he didn't feel up to coming out.
"He just doesn't like you hanging out with me because I have a bigger cock than him." Calvin blurted out.
This was the precise brand of crassness she was used to. This particularly special brand, usually only comes out after a few beers. She pointed that out to him. At that time, it also seemed appropriate to reveal the real reason for her husband's absence.
"Roddy thinks you're an asshole, and besides, you don't know that you're bigger, and I highly doubt it!...full of yourself much?!"
Damon chimed in;
"Jeez dude, no one wants to talk about whatever you got going on down there, get over yourself."
They laughed off the usual buffoonery of "buzzed" Calvin. Annie took a long swig from her pint to wash that thought away. But Calvin wasn't done.
"No, you're right, I wouldn't know who is bigger, but you would."
She gasped and sprayed beer across the table. Damon leaned in, suddenly realizing he had a front row seat for a great show. The two stared at each other, a menacing grin creeping across Calvins face. Annie, eyes rolling at Calvins constant ribbing, stared back, contemplating her response carefully. Calvin was relentless, which as a younger woman, she believed was part of his charm.
She had to admit he was actually correct, although she wished he hadnt revealed that detail in front of anyone. That was a secret she would have taken to the grave, apparently he didn't feel the same. Calvin was referring to the one and only night, years ago, before she was engaged to Rod, when him and Annie let themselves be more than just friends. It never happened again after that, and they never speak of it. At least never until now.
She was a little shocked and momentarily left a bit dumbfounded. Seeing Annie at a lost for words, and Calvin's beaming smile, Damon broke the silence.
"Annie is actually thinking about C's dick right now!" He basked in his discovery. It was a fact, that given the situation was also technically correct, but certainly wouldn't have been if Calvin hadn't brought that image out in the open.
*
Smack
* she landed one across his face.
Just for good measure she delivered one to Calvin too.
*Smack*
After a long silent moment, the three of them burst into laughter, almost uncontrollably for a moment. Damon was right. She was actually thinking about it, not on purpose, but C had somehow tricked her into it. Trying hard not to think of something almost assures that you will be thinking of whatever it is.
"Well is it?!" Damon blurted out. Comically interested in this surprise size contest and not willing to let the moment just pass and be forgotten. In other words, he was not going to let Annie save face.
Again, she couldn't muster a quick response, the question flustered her. Again, she would pay the price. Now playing in her mind; that night from long ago, what he looked like as he took off his clothes, while he took off her clothes. She remembered being almost shocked at his size at the time. She remembered being nervous, but that particular night, she wanted it.
Throughout the next round of beers, Damon did it again, he had made Annie inadvertently think about "the white elephant" as he now jokingly referred to it. They were all quite amused at this simple mind control experiment. It became a game. Her refusal to answer became a source of laughs as well. Calvin and Damon agreed that her silence must mean only one thing, which was of course an admission that C was in fact, the "bigger man."
She knew that the guys were relishing the idea, but they had bested her on this one. She couldn't think of a way out of it. She thought it was funny too, the three of them had a strange sense of humor when they were together. She took some joy in not admitting to anything.
Calvin had a dare for Annie. Another throwback to the type of games they used to play that would always get at least one of them, if not all of them into trouble.
The dare?
"Tell 'ol Hot Roddie that your ex was bigger."
"I couldn't!! " she reacted but laughed at the idea, they were having fun, a few drinks laughs and at the time, the thought of it was quite amusing.
"You can tell him that its ok, and that you don't really care about that." Another hilarious addition that none of them believed, but thought that would ease inevitable tension the statement would bring. She had no intention of going through with it.
Later that evening Rod was less than amused when she came staggering through the door and knocked over a glass when she got home from her night out. She offered to make it up to him and stripped off her clothes. It was less than coordinated and she lost her balance several times during her drunken strip tease. He smiled. She stripped him too. His cock grew, she kneeled before him and took him in her mouth.
"You like that giant cock in your mouth" he said. A little dirty talk. She gagged on it momentarily as it was a bit funny considering her earlier conversation with her drinking buddies.
"Too big for you?" He reacted.
Then without warning, without thought, she mindlessly executed her buddy's dare. She laughed it off as it was good natured fun, but she felt it. She felt what was once hard in her mouth slowly turned soft. She back peddled.
"I'm kidding baby!"
"A strange thing to say" as he looked perplexed.
She tried vigorously to bring life back to him with her mouth and tounge. She offered up her pussy. He made an attempt, but by then he had gone completely limp.
The next day, she woke certain things were back to normal, her hangover completely gone. The haze of the previous night grew a bit hazier. She was a bit hornier thanks to the night before, having not gotten satisfaction she needed. She rolled over and climbed on top of her fiancé. They kissed and carried on as they usually do. He slipped her out of her nightie, she pulled down his shorts, arched her back, knowing he loves her body presented to him.
Things heated up, they reached the moment where the foreplay would end and he would enter her. The moment didn't come. He only momentarily thickened slightly. Not nearly enough for a successful romp, but even that didn't last but a moment. He deflated quickly.
"I guess I'm just not in the mood." He rolled back over and went to sleep. Annie was shook and left precariously wanting.
Next day, the same thing. This time it caused a bit of an argument. Things got unpleasant and he ended up sleeping on the couch.
Alone in their room, very sexually frustrated she fired off a text to Calvin.
"The dare did not go well, thanks a lot jerk!"
She let her own hand wander about her body, she really needed release. She felt herself begin to swell, moisten. As she began to feel aroused, her phone buzzed, it was a response from Calvin. He couldn't believe she actually did it. She finally convinced him that she unfortunately did even though she should have kept her drunken mouth shut that night. He wrote back an attempt diffuse the situation.
