It was one of the better games I'd ever downloaded from the net. I knew that the moment I opened it up. Unlike the usual drivel with no point and no excitement this was a game to play with a close friend or two or three. The object, like in spin the bottle, was to dare someone to do something or to pay the penalty if the dare was not taken. The suggestions proved to be to the point and sex-specific. To be much fun, though, hang-ups and taboos needed to park outside. Fortunately I was pretty sure that Aim and Mike and maybe Cathy would play along, at least for a while.
I'd never gotten quite as close to Aim(ee) as I'd have liked to. She was a five footer with the body of a Penthouse Pet. Fourty plus D cups sat below red hair, brown eyes and a feisty personality. Mike was also about 5'1" and a bright CPA and Aimee's beloved. Cathy was what I brought to the table; a one time equally feisty gal who had diminished lately in her sexual attack. This would be a wake-up call. My rod was awakening at the possibilities that my mind was entertaining.
Talking them all into it was the hard part; that accomplished I was curious to see who would drop out and who would play on. The first few times around the cyber-board brought requests to tickle, taunt, tease or tempt someone else in the game with a variety of cutesy suggestions. Later rounds required massages (a personal favorite) or kisses to ever-more erogenous parts of mostly your own partners body. As the game went on, drinks were required and we all became giddy and, well, drunk. Cleavage that usually remained hidden was now exposed to view.
