It was the summer after high school graduation and my girlfriend had invited me on her family's annual vacation to their cabin. Gina and I were 'going steady', so I was worried that this was going to be one of those 'what are your intentions with my daughter' pressure things, that I so loved. But the opportunity for a weeks worth of fishing in the outdoors, was too attractive.
We took off Saturday morning for a 3 hour drive to their cabin. When we got there, I helped unload, then took a walk around the place with Gina. She pointed out the family rowboat tied up to their dock. I looked out over the lake from the end of the dock, studying it, looking for likely fishing holes. Also, there was a platform about twenty yards off shore, with a slide mounted to it. You could swim out to it, and slide back into the water off the slide, or just dive back in. As we walked back towards the cabin, I spied a rope swing tied to a big branch that overhung the water. Cool! I thought.
Gina and I returned to the cabin in time for lunch, then her dad and I spent the rest of the day fishing. I could bore you with all the fishing stories (both true and fake), but that wasn't the point in writing this. What I want to tell you about happened Wednesday night, after dinner.
Mr. and Mrs. Simmons were sitting on the couch in the living room having their routine after dinner cocktails. Gina and I were offered alcoholic options too, though we were both under age. I'd drunk alcohol before, but it was hard to get in my small town where everybody knew everybody., so I readily accepted the offer. I'd only ever had beer before, so when Mr. Simmons offered me a bourbon and soda, I happily agreed. Gina had a white wine spritzer. I was determined to match drinks one for one with Mr. Simmons. I guess I was man bonding.
The conversation was light with a lot of jokes being swapped. The alcohol flowed to the point I could no longer keep up with Mr. Simmons without getting sick. I slowed way down, sipping only occasionally.
"Let's play a game." Mrs. Simmons suggested. "I want to play truth or dare. Do you all have the guts, or you all just big chickens?" she said looking around. Hrrr, hmmm, noooo, bring it on, we all clamored - everyone pretty well hammered.
Mr. Simmons raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to get me into trouble again?" he asked. "The last time I played this with you, I ended up running around this very cabin naked as a jailbird while you jeered at me."
"Oh honey. Don't be such a prude. We're all adults here. When has running around nude ever really bothered you?" she wheedled, raising a suggestive eyebrow as she said it.
Gina just giggled, so it looked like it was up to me. I wasn't sure I was willing to divulge my secrets to Gina's parents. Though they were pretty drunk, I was pretty sure they'd still be able to recount the night in their memories, tomorrow. But the alcohol was flowing in my veins, I didn't want to be the party pooper, and I could think of at least half a dozen dares I wouldn't mind either Gina or Mrs. Simmons performing. I was getting horny just thinking about it. Mrs. Simmons is a fine looking woman for 48. She could still perk up my dick.
Mrs. Simmons went and got a bottle out of recycling, placing it in the center of the coffee table. Gina and I pulled the chairs we were sitting in, up to the side of the coffee table opposite Mr. and Mrs. Simmons, who were witting on the couch.
"OK." Mrs. Simmons announced. "We go around the room clockwise. Each person spins, and whoever the bottle lands on gets to ask a person a question. They can either answer it, or take a penalty dare. Everyone got it?" she asked, looking around the coffee table. "Good. I'll start."
She spun the bottle, and it landed on Gina. Gina turned to me.
"How many girlfriends have you had before me?" she asked.
Since I'd moved to Hickstown as a junior, my past was a mystery to Gina. I'd told her some things, but had intentionally left out any mention of other girlfriends. I'd intentionally left it out because there were none, and I wanted to appear to Gina like I was a popular guy, but it really want important to me in any meaningful way.
"You are my first true girlfriend," I told her honestly. "I had a couple dates with other girls, but that's all."
Mr. Simmons spun next. The bottle ended up pointing back at him. We agreed that wasn't fair, and he spun again. This time, the bottle landed on me. I was still feeling light headed, but I was out to stump my first target - Mrs. Simmons, so I took a few deep breaths. It didn't work, so I defaulted to Gina's question.
"How many men have you been with before Mr. Simmons?" I asked. Relationship questions are the heart and soul of Truth or Dare, anyway.
"There were four other men I slept with before Jerry." She said straightforwardly, though I hadn't asked how many she'd slept with.
I spun the bottle next. It landed on back on Mrs. Simmons.
She turned to her daughter. "Have you ever taken any illegal drugs?" she asked her daughter.
"Mom...!" she objected. "Not that again. I already told you I only smoked pot, and that was only a couple of times. Other than that, I've only had alcohol, and only when I'm with you, and that's not even illegal, really."
"All right. I can accept that." she said. "As long as you only drink at home till you turn 21."
Gina spun next and it landed on her dad.
Mr. Simmons turned to me. "Are you and Gina having sex?" he asked bluntly.
I was really glad to be so drunk now. These questions would have been very uncomfortable, otherwise. But Gina saved me from an immediate reply.
"Daddy that's not fair. Your question involves me, too." she exclaimed.
"Every question asked here tonight has involved other people." he said. No reason this should be an exception."
"But I'm right here." she complained.
He ignored the complaint, turning to me and waiting for my answer.
I looked at Gina and gulped. "Uh, I think I better take a dare."
"All right." he said. "Kiss Gina passionately in front of us. I want to see just how familiar you are with my daughter."
Kissing Gina is nothing I have to be asked to do. We had been having sex regularly, so I was very familiar with her body, but what could Mr. Simmons detect just from watching us kiss?
I boldly went over to Gina's chair. Leaning down, I cupped her head with one hand, directing it towards my open lips. We tongue kissed for a good minute.
Mrs. Simmons spun next. The bottle landed on her daughter.
Gina was still angry at her dad for the last question, so she just blurted out "Grab mom by the boobs,"
Dad looked at her mildly. "That's not a question."
This just seemed to make her angrier. "OK then. Have you and mom ever done it in the butt?"
This may seem to be a bit rude, and it was. But Gina and I had talked about trying anal sex because she was curious. I'd played with her butthole a little, but that's about all.
Anyway, Gina is an only child and used to getting her own way. I'm sure she was out to stump her dad so she could give him a punishment dare. But, he surprised her.
"Yes, your mother and I do enjoy that activity." he said mildly.
I looked at Mrs. Simmons. She didn't seem to be embarrassed or anything, either.