by Frank Downey
"And don't you forget it, buster," quipped Heidi.
"My turn," said Caitlin. "Elise, truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"Fine. You must let a guy in this room feel you up under your shirt for twenty seconds."
"A guy, huh? You really know how to hurt a girl. All right, Warren, get your ass over here." He did, and slipped his hands under her shirt. She was quite flushed when he was done.
"OK, Sophia, I admit it. You weren't kidding about his talented hands," Elise said with a little smile.
"Told ya!"
"All right, Heidi. Truth or dare?" Elise asked.
"Truth."
"How many sex partners have you had?"
"Hmmmm... three if you count going all the way, four if you count everything but."
"Caitlin?" asked Alexa.
"Dare."
"OK," grinned Alexa, "How nasty should I be? OK, I've got one. Cait, you must walk up and down the hall... wearing only your bra and panties."
"ALEXA! You wouldn't!" said Cait.
"Hey, that's pretty mild compared to some things that crossed my mind."
Caitlin was in full blush again. "Oh, I don't know if I can do this."
"This one might be a bit extreme, Lex," said Warren.
"OK. You want another one?" Alexa asked.
"No. I'll do it," Caitlin said. She kicked her shoes off, and pulled off her shirt. Then, she slipped out of her jeans. Warren hooted and whistled when he saw that her panties and bra were both black.
"Looking good, Cait," Warren teased. Paul was looking at her in undisguised awe.
"All right, if I'm going to do this, I want you guys out in the hall."
"Wouldn't miss it for the world," teased Alexa. She opened the door and stepped out in the hall, followed by Elise, and then Caitlin. The rest of the room followed behind.
Caitlin turned and walked down the hall. The party was still going on, and plenty of people were in the hall. They all parted to let Caitlin walk by. "Truth or Dare game, guys, be kind," Warren hollered, and the people in the hall gave her a wide berth, but hooted and whistled good-naturedly. Caitlin was blushing from head to toe, but had a huge smile as she walked to the end of the hall and pirouetted, coming back towards the room. Warren and Papa Bear started chanting "I'm too sexy for my clothes, too sexy for my clothes..." as she walked back towards them, which made her giggle but also blush harder. She got back to the room and practically ran back in the door with a giggle. Everyone else followed her back in.
"You enjoyed that!" Papa Bear said to her.
"I guess I did, a little bit," she grinned, as she put her clothes back on.
"I'm dating an exhibitionist," Paul joked.
"Fine, next dare I'll make her boink you in the middle of the quad," Warren said.
"WARREN!"
"Just kidding, Cait."
"My turn," said Tim. "Sophia, truth or dare?
"Truth."
"How many sex partners have you had?"
"Hmm..." she thought. "Five, then Warren, then Jason, and four... eleven."
"All guys, unfortunately," Elise quipped.
"Paul?" Heidi asked.
"Dare."
"You have to put your hand down Cait's pants for twenty seconds."
"What is this, embarrass Cait night?" Caitlin asked.
"Fine, I'll change it," said Heidi. "You can do it to any girl in the room, then, Papa Bear."
"OH NO HE DOESN'T!" Caitlin yelled, to laughter in the room. "The first option is just fine."
"I would have picked you, anyway," Paul said. "Let's preserve a little decorum, however." He and Cait were on Warren's bed, next to Warren and Sophia, and he grabbed a blanket and covered Cait's lap with it. Then, he reached under the blanket, undid her jeans, and slipped his hand it.
"MMMmmmmmm..." Caitlin hummed. "Could we make this sixty seconds?"
"No, just twenty," Heidi laughed. Caitlin let out a little gasp, just as Warren said, "Time's up!"
"Damn," said Caitlin.
"I think somebody's getting very turned on by all this exhibitionism and fondling," Papa Bear grinned.
"Who, me?" said Cait.
"Little miss demure and innocent? Perish the thought," cracked Alexa.
"My turn," said Warren. "Sophie, truth or dare?"
"I dare you, Snugglebear."
"Fine. Same dare as Cait had earlier, walking the hall--however: you can keep your pants on, but you have to go completely topless."
"You're a beast, you know that? OK." She quickly shed her sweater and bra...
"Oh my God in heaven," stared Tim. Heidi hit him.
Sophia just giggled at him, and opened the door to the room. The rest of the gang followed her out.
"More truth or dare?" yelled Ed, one of their floormates.
"That's right, and this one's mine, so HANDS OFF!" laughed Warren. Sophia giggled, and walked up the hall, her tits bouncing as she walked.
"This is your girlfriend?" asked Ed. "You lucky guy, you!" Sophia just giggled again, and turned and made it back down the hall in record time, her blush increasing with each step.
"That was fun!" she said as she got back in the room. "And now it's my turn. Heidi, truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"Your hand down Tim's pants, for the obligatory twenty seconds."
"I like that one," Tim quipped.
"Fine," Heidi said, a twinkle in her eye. "I'll use the blanket cover, however." They were on Tim's bed. She covered him with a blanket, and put her hand down his sweatpants. Just as his breathing deepened, Warren called "Time!"
"Damn," Tim said, "We really need to adjust this twenty second thing."
"All right. Alexa, truth or dare?" Paul asked.
"Dare."
"The male hand down your pants trick. Any male in the room. We'll go thirty seconds this time."
"Oh, Waaaaah--rennnnnn!!" she called, laughing. She was sitting at Warren's desk, but Sophia got off the bed so she could crawl up and be covered by the blanket. She was actually wearing a skirt, so Warren went up that way.
"Oh God," she gasped. It was way too soon when Paul yelled, "Time's up!"
"Oh shit," Alexa gasped., as she shakily got off the bed.
"Sophia, truth or dare?" Caitlin said.
"It seems to be the dare round. I'll take one."
"Same thing, male hand up your skirt, but it can't be Warren."
"Fine. Paul?"
"Hey, waitaminnit!" complained Caitlin.
"Your dare," Sophia grinned at her. She covered herself with the blanket, and Papa Bear slipped his hand up her skirt. When the thirty seconds were up, Sophia, flushed and panting, looked at Cait and said, "Oh, Cait, he's good,"
"I know," she blushed.
"Alexa, truth or dare?" Elise said.
"Dare."
"How about this one. Your hand down a girl's pants, and it can't be me."
"Oh, you're evil." She got up and walked over to the bed, waving Papa Bear off of it. She sat next to Sophia. "Ready, Soph?"
"YOU? ME?"
"Uh-huh." Alexa grinned at her. Sophia still had the blanket over her. Alexa reached up under it. She was already quite wet with what had already gone one, and Alexa went right to work. "Oh my..." Sophia gasped, as Alexa worked on her clit with her hands. "Oh... oh... oh... oh..." Sophia said, surprised at how much she enjoyed Alexa's touches. When Warren yelled, "Thirty seconds!" Sophia was beet red and had her eyes closed and her mouth parted.
Alexa said, "OK, Warren, truth or dare."
"Dare."
"Fine, let's finish the poor girl off, shall we?" she said with a mischievous gleam in her eye. "I dare you to make Sophia orgasm in five minutes or less."
Warren looked at Sophia, who just grinned at him, still flushed. "Come on, Snugglebear, you think you can't do it in five minutes with those hands of yours? Especially since my engine's already been started."
"You know better, and I am not going to just use my hands. Papa Bear, Cait, off the bed." They got off. Warren mad
e Sophia lie down, grabbed a blanket, covered Sophia with it from the neck down, and then crawled under it. He raised her skirt, pulled down her panties, and buried his head in her crotch.
"He's going to... wow... I thought he'd use his hands!" Cait said in shock.
"This is the quickest way to get me off, and he knows it," said Sophia. "Oh, God, Warren!" Even with six other people in the room, Sophia found herself building up to orgasm quickly. "Oh SHIT he is so fucking good at this!" The rest of the room looked on, amazed, as Sophia's breathing quickened and deepened, and she started wheezing. Warren, under the blanket, was going after her clit full-bore with his tongue as he slipped two fingers into her. "AYEEEE!" she yelped. "UNGGHH! UNGGGH! UNNGGGH!" she moaned, her wide-eyed audience completely forgotten. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! OH GOD YEEESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!" She stiffened and spasmed on the bed. After she recovered, and opened her eyes, she saw six stunned people looking at her. She just grinned.
"Well?" said Warren as he emerged from under the blanket.
"Three minutes forty-seven seconds. Unbelievable," said Papa Bear.
"When I've played this at home, we always go until we get a dare that can't be topped." Heidi said. "I think we've reached that point," she grinned. Everyone laughed in agreement, except for Sophia, who said, "What? I was waiting for one of you to dare me to straddle him!"
"Glad to know I'm not the only sex maniac in the room," grinned Alexa.
The sexual tension having hit everyone in the room, it was mere minutes before the room had emptied out, all the couples looking for a place to be alone. The door had barely closed before Sophia pulled her panties all the way down, pulled Warren's pants down, and went to straddle him.
"Fine. Nobody's going to dare me, I'll do it anyway!" Sophia said as she hit bottom.
"That's got to be the most interesting foreplay I've ever had," Warren quipped.
Chapter 69 - Homecoming
Warren and Sophia pulled out of the campus at 8am on a Saturday morning, heading home for Christmas break.
"Springsteen, again?" Sophia asked as he started the CD player.
"It's good driving music, Pookie. Besides, you like Springsteen."
"Yeah, but you always put him on when we're in the car. It's so... predictable." She giggled.
"We're going to be on the road for two days, we'll have time to listen to a whole bunch of stuff. I need Bruce to help me wake up."
"Well, OK then."
They found some coffee, and hit the highway.
* * *
It was midmorning, and they were well on their way.
"Warren," Sophia began, "There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about. Mary says I should. But it's difficult."
"What, Pookie?"
"Well... it's about our sex life."
"Uh-oh. The last thing a guy wants to hear from his girlfriend."
"Don't worry," she laughed. "I love it with you, you know that. However, we were talking about the whole Eduardo thing, and why I was attracted to him in the first place."
"I know. You like it rough sometimes."
"It's not so much rough. It's just that... I don't know..." Her voice got quieter. "I guess I have a submissive streak."
"OK. And I'm not satisfying it."
"Warren, don't put it that way. Most of the time I love your gentle touch. It's just every once in a while..." She took a deep breath. "It's not that I want you to be rough. The couple times that has happened, it's been natural. I wouldn't want you to force it--that's not in your nature. Oh shit, I don't know what I want."
"You want to be dominated."
"Yeah. Just once in a while. I don't know if you can do that, though. If you can't, it's all right. But I wanted to talk about it."
"You're right, I really have to be in the mood to be rough. Hmmmm. Being rough is not the same as being dominating, though."
"Not necessarily, true."
Suddenly, Warren grinned. "You know what? I have an idea."
"What?"
"I'm not going to tell you. I'm going to surprise you."
"Aww, that's no fair! Tell me!"
"Nope. You'll just have to wait until we get home."
"Fine." She paused. "Will I like it?"
"We'll find out, won't we?"
* * *
The homecoming was happy. Everyone was glad to see them, and everyone was especially glad to see them together. They got home late Sunday night, and spent most of Monday going around and saying 'hi' to people. Crash had flown home on Saturday, so they saw he and Jess for lunch on Monday.
Tuesday they spent in the rink, most of it. And June recognized that they had a problem, one they had started to realize the past month.
"You know what? That original dance sucks." June told them.
"We know," said Sophia.
"So change it!"
"We need an idea first."
"Listen. You're using boring, traditional, march music. Open it up. You guys are musically aware, Warren in particular. Read the music requirements, but be creative."
"Hmmmmm."
"We have time to choreograph a new OD, but we have to do it right away," June said.
* * *
That night, Warren listened to some music. He got a great idea, read the music requirements for the March OD and found it would just make it. He made a cut to the proper length, and burned it onto a CD.
He walked into practice the next day. "I think I've got it. It qualifies as a march, although just barely."
"Play it," Sophia said.
He did. It was an early-nineties girlpop confection by Sam Phillips, called "I Don't Know How To Say Goodbye To You." It was perfect. By that afternoon, they had most of it choreographed.
* * *
They decided to do something different on Christmas eve--they had a little party, with the two of them, Jessie and Crash, Dave and Kate, Nick and Karen, and Mo Kenney and her boyfriend Larry. They ordered out Chinese and spread out in Sophia's room. Ellen had bought them a couple bottles of wine.
"So you still thinking of transferring?" Warren asked Jessie.
"Um-hm," she said through a mouthful off Moo Shi shrimp. "Northern Illinois or Wisconsin-Milwaukee are the current frontrunners. Cheap enough, good nursing programs, and closer to a certain guy."
"At least you guys are the same age," Kate said. "If Dave goes away year after next, I'll still be in high school."
"Don't worry, Lady Katherine. I won't be going far, I don't think."
"You going to study art?" Sophia asked him.
"Actually, I want to study computers. I want to be an animator. I can do the art half on my own."
"Cool!" said Warren.
"I'm leaning towards Northeastern or BU. Plenty close enough."
"Whew, that's a relief," Kate said, to general laughter.
"But what about you?" Sophia asked her. "What if you decide to go away the year after that?"
"Naah," Kate said. "I want to be an art teacher, actually. I can do that around here."
"Art teacher? That's very cool," Mo said. "My major is in English, with an education minor. I want to be an English teacher."
"We can't all be weathergirls, or doctors," quipped Jessie.
"Or ice dancers," added Crash.
"Or lawyers, either, Attorney Kowalski," Warren countered. "And as for you, Jess, be nice to me or I won't hire you to be my ace nurse when I start my practice."
"Promises, promises."
"If the two of them think about working together, I'd best concentrate on malpractice law," Jason quipped, earning a swat on the arm from Jessie.
"All you college pukes. You're making ol' Sophomore-in-high-school me feel like the baby of the group," grumbled Kate.
"You are the baby of the group," Warren pointed out.
"Thanks, Warren. You're all heart."
"Don't mention it," he grinned.
* * *
Warren and Sophia spent Christmas together, as usual, and had a wonderful time. After dinner
, they went back over to Sophia's house to spend some time there.
"I was thinking something," Warren said to Sophia when they were alone.
"What's that, sweetie?"
"I haven't punished you yet."
"Huh?"
"You need to be punished for thinking you could leave me."
"What are you talking about?"
He grinned at her. "You just do as I say. I will be here at seven PM tomorrow. Kate is going out with David, your parents are going out, and your brother and sister are with their dad. So, I will be here. You will be wearing a skirt, a blouse that buttons down the front, and a pair of panties you don't care about. No bra."
"Warren, what are you talking about?"
"You just do as I say. You'll see. Tomorrow is my night, you'll do exactly as I say."
Realization dawned on her. This must be his big idea. "OK, sweetie, I will."
Chapter 70 - Master and Servant
He walked into her room. He had a bag with him. He put it next to him as he sat on the bed.
"Hi, Snugglebear. What's in the bag?"
"All in good time, Pookie. Sit." He pointed to the bed, right in front of him. She sat.
"So, Pookie," he began, "You've been a bad girl. Should you be punished?"
"Yes," she said very very softly.
"OK. Do you love me?"
"With all my heart."
"Do you trust me?"
"With my life."
"Do you believe that I would never hurt you physically?"
"Of course."
"Good. You remember that. Face forward, now, do not look back at me."
She sat, apprehensive, as she heard him rustling in the bag. He gently pulled her right hand back, then her left hand, holding them both with his right hand. Then she felt the bindings.
"Warren?" she asked, as she tried to pull her hand away.
"Trust me, remember?" She relaxed, and he tied her hands together behind her back, tight enough to create a firm bind, but loose enough so that her arms would not pull out of the sockets.
"Hurt?"
"No," she replied. "It's a little uncomfortable."
