Dare Game

by Lexi Archer

  "Are you close?" I asked.

  He let out a strangled grunt that seemed like it was somewhere between a gasp and a groan. Obviously he was close. And so I decided to up the timetable just a little bit. I decided to just roll with the incredible feelings that were washing over me, no matter how inexplicable they were.

  I a woman possessed as I pushed him down on the lounge and he looked up at me with that surprise I'd imagined. As I reached down and positioned the head of his cock, slick with his precum, at my pussy which was separated from his dick by only the thin strip of material from my suit.

  "Holy shit Sarah!" he gasped.

  I suppressed a giggle at his mixture of excitement and surprise. It was exactly what I'd been imagining, what I'd been fantasizing about as this new sexual obsession with being the object of his desire took hold. As this new exhibitionist streak coupled with the power of knowing I was the object of this man's desire, that I could get him to do whatever I wanted in the moment, washed over me.

  "Do you want to?" I asked.

  He stared up at me, and for a change there was something other than lust fueled disbelief on his face. No, for a moment there was just good old-fashioned disbelief, as though he couldn't actually believe I’d just asked a stupid question like that.

  "Are you kidding?" he gasped.

  I bit my lip and giggled, and in answer I pulled my bikini bottoms aside. Then I was sinking down on him.

  I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe I was actually letting a guy fuck me. I also couldn't believe the first guy I was letting fuck me was Eric Thomas, but at the same time thinking about that, thinking over and over that this was Eric Thomas who’d had such a huge crush on me filling me with his cock, sent me into a frenzy.

  It was a good thing I was so turned on, too, because otherwise I might've had trouble. But as it was I just continued impaling myself on his dick, without a care in the world other than having the entirety of that monster filling me up.

  I didn't care about the birth control I wasn't on. I didn't care about the condom he wasn't wearing. I was so turned on that I didn't give a fuck about anything but fucking.

  Besides, I had a pretty good idea that this was the first time he'd ever fucked someone too, and so I wasn't particularly worried about any sort of disease. I was also pretty sure the timing was off for me to worry about getting the world's oldest sexually-transmitted infection. Not that I thought about it in so many words as I bottomed out, as I felt his huge cock filling me.

  I sat on his cock in stunned disbelief. I came back to reality and realized what I'd done. The full enormity of having another man inside me, of realizing I'd just given up my virginity, slammed home in my brain even as his cock slammed home in my body. I might have panicked and pulled off, except his hands wrapped around my slim waist and he pulled me up and down, sending an impossible pleasure shooting up through my body.

  And as I felt that pleasure I realized there was no going back. I'd already done the deed, so why not go ahead and enjoy it? Sure he wasn't the guy I'd pictured myself losing my virginity to, but I was so turned on and he was looking so hot. I guess that cute dork thing was growing on me.

  And so I bounced on his cock like I was some sort of porn star even though this was my first time and I was just as inexperienced as he was.

  Over and over I bounced, and every time he bottomed out it felt as though there was a storm arcing lightning through my body. It felt as though I was on fire. I felt pinpricks of pleasure rushing up and down my body and filling me with the most delicious sensation.

  I must've looked like a hot mess as I bounced on him. As I felt his eyes running over my body. One of my tits popped out from my bikini top where he'd pulled it out earlier while he was feeling me up. I was almost completely exposed. My hair shook from side to side as I tossed my head back and forth gasping and moaning.

  Meanwhile Eric was looking pretty damn hot himself as he thrust up into me, meeting me with every push. I pulled his shirt up revealing a surprisingly toned body. He wasn't as big as I usually preferred my guys, but he was still pretty damn hot. He'd been hiding all sorts of surprises. Surprises that almost made me wish I'd taken him up on that prom invite.

  Almost.

  Of course that was impossible. I did have a reputation to maintain, after all, even if I felt like kind of a bitch even thinking that.

  I also felt something else. His cock twitching. His cock threatening to explode, and I didn't give a fuck. I should've been terrified at the idea of him coming inside me, but at the moment, caught up in this impossible feeling, I wanted that more than anything.

  And so I looked down at him, licked my lips, and started encouraging him.

  "That feels so good," I said. "Come inside me. Come for me. I need it so bad!"

  My dirty talk was doing something for him. His thrusting grew more and more erratic, and then finally he let out an anguished cry as he buried himself in me one final time. As he used his hold on my waist to pull me down against him, and then he was filling me.

  I wondered how many times he'd fantasized about this moment. How many times he'd had his cock in his hand thinking about fucking me and filling me. And thinking about that, thinking about him fantasizing about me, caused me to explode over the edge in the same way he was.

  This time it was way more intense. It was my third orgasm of the evening and already I was in very real danger of losing consciousness.

  Those pinpricks of pleasure shooting up and down my body flared into an impossibly bright bonfire that was so good. So goddamn good. It was more than I could take, and yet I continued riding him, continued feeling the intense pleasures he had to offer.

  I realized I was screaming, and it was all I could do to try and control myself. I figured I could be heard down the beach, I could hear the strains of a slow Promise Forever love ballad drifting across the sand towards us after all, and anyone who heard my voice would no doubt realize what was happening considering I'd disappeared with Eric. I felt a flush of embarrassment at that, but it was overwhelmed by how hot this was.

  And then slowly I started to come down from that impossible high. From that impossible orgasmic pleasure. From that impossible scenario where I'd actually fucked Eric Thomas. Holy shit, I'd actually fucked Eric Thomas!

  When it was finished he stared up at me and there was still disbelief there. There had to be a little bit of disbelief creeping onto my face as well. As I came down from that pleasure, as the full enormity of what I'd done finally came crashing down around me without the accompanying pleasure to make me forget about it how crazy I was, I started to panic.

  Holy shit. Had I actually just fucked Eric Thomas? I'd just given up on my virginity to him?

  That had been fun, to be sure. I didn't regret it exactly, but I was terrified of what might happen if other people heard about it. That might not be the world's most charitable thought, but there it was.

  All I could do was hope this would be a fun moment, but that it wouldn't go public. Hell, if he could keep his mouth shut then tonight might not be the end to the fun we could have this summer. There was a whole world of possibility open to us.

  And then he opened his mouth and started talking, and I realized I was in trouble.

  Shit.

  7

  Eric

  I stared up at Sarah in complete and utter disbelief. I couldn't believe that’d happened. I couldn't believe I'd gone from sitting next to her at a bonfire to getting to fuck the girl of my dreams in less than a half hour!

  If anything it was a vindication of my strategy to actually get out there and enjoy life. To stop treating all of the so-called "popular" people like they were my enemy rather than people I just hadn't gotten to know yet. Yeah, this was one hell of a vindication.

  I'd just had sex with Sarah Burke. My cock was still buried inside Sarah Burke! I was lying back on a cushioned chaise lounge at some dark beach house and she was above me looking like a perfect angel in the moonlight. I'd gotten to mak
e out with her, feel her up, and fuck her!

  I almost worried that I'd died and gone to heaven without realizing it, but there was nothing that’d happened this evening that would even come close to a near death experience. I figured it was safe to assume this was real.

  "I can't believe that just happened," I said.

  Sarah grinned. "Yeah, that was a surprise, but a good one."

  I decided to get really brave. After all, I was having an incredible streak of luck tonight. Who's to say that luck couldn't go on forever?

  "I know we're kind of doing things in reverse here," I said. "But what would you think to maybe going to see a movie with me sometime?"

  Sarah frowned. At least I think she frowned. It was hard to tell in the darkness, but that was almost certainly a frown. And for the first time this evening, this incredible blessed evening where everything seemed to be going my way, I felt a stab of fear.

  That frown wasn't what I was expecting. I was expecting a smile and for her to say yes. Especially considering what we'd just done.

  "I don't know about that…" she said.

  She looked over her shoulder. Back towards the glowing light of the bonfire which could just be seen in the distance. Towards the voices and the closing strains of a Promise Forever ballad that were echoing down the beach, which made me wonder if people had been able to hear her screams echoing down the beach going in the other direction.

  "Well why not? I mean considering what we…"

  "Look…"

  Sarah paused as though she was trying to gather her thoughts. I wondered what the hell was going on. Finally she opened her mouth again. And what came out hit me like a punch straight to the gut.

  "This was fun," she said. "It was a lot of fun, but we can't… You know… Maybe if we could keep it quiet…"

  And then what she was saying hit home. I couldn't believe it, and anger flared inside me.

  I tried to ignore the fact that I was still lying back on this lounge chair with my cock buried inside her. I tried to think about anything but how beautiful she was. More than anything, I tried to ignore the panic welling up inside me. I tried to ignore the feeling that my perfect evening was crashing down around me.

  "What are you talking about Sarah?" I asked. "Are you ashamed that you fucked me or something?"

  She reached out and ran a hand along my chest. I noticed that she ran it along the definition of my muscles which were starting to come in quite nicely, thank you very much.

  I was proud of that. I'd spent a lot of time working out in the past few months on the down low, and I was in the best shape of my life. Especially considering where I'd been before.

  I still wore baggy clothes when I was at school. Tonight was sort of a test run trying out clothes that were a little more form fitting. Something that showed off all the exercising I'd been doing. I figured getting with Sarah Burke after so many years of dreaming was proof that working out had been worth it.

  Only now I was realizing that perhaps it wasn't enough. Sure I wasn't the gangly dork I'd been, but apparently I was still a dork. I was just a more muscular dork.

  "I can't believe you," I said.

  And I really couldn't believe her. I couldn't believe everything I'd ever thought about the so-called "popular" people was true. Now here was that "us versus them" mentality coming out to slap me in the face. Here it was right over me, my cock buried inside the living embodiment of both my eternal crush on Sarah Burke and my annoyance at the popular crowd.

  "What are you talking about?" she asked. There was irritation creeping into her voice.

  I paused for a moment to reflect on just how ridiculous this situation was. Here we were almost arguing with each other, and yet our bodies were still together in the most intimate way two bodies could be together.

  Only if this brewing argument went where I thought it was going then I had a feeling we weren't going to be together like this for much longer. No, I was pissed off, never mind the fact that my cock was still very much buried inside the girl of my dreams in a way that I never would’ve imagined.

  "I can't believe this," I repeated. I slammed my head against the lounge and was glad the thing was cushioned. "I take a chance, and it turns out you're no better than Jake said all of you were!"

  "All of us? What are you talking about?"

  "You know exactly what I mean!" I said. I was raising my voice, but I didn't care. "Beautiful Sarah Burke walking around like she owns the place. Assuming everybody is going to fall all over themselves to love you."

  She scowled. It was a little difficult to see, but the light from the moon coupled with what I assumed was a security light glowing somewhere above us made her expression clear enough.

  "What about you? You certainly seem to have "fallen in love with me" as you put it. It's not like I asked for that!"

  "I can't believe you!" I said. I was repeating myself, but that's all I could think to say.

  Besides, I was angry because she was right. I'd spent so many years worshiping the ground she walked on, and now that I thought I was finally getting a chance to see the person, now that I thought I was being proven wrong about her, I was angry to see her revealed for exactly what I'd always suspected.

  Then I got an idea. It was a sneaky and underhanded idea. It was pretty damn mean, actually, but I was suddenly in the mood for mean.

  "Well if you're so worried about your reputation then we'll see how well it survives after everybody finds out what we did here!"

  Panic filled her face, and if anything that broke my heart more than anything else. She was really and truly terrified by the idea of her friends finding out about what we'd just done. A deep shame burned inside me. Shame that she didn't think I was worthy of her, but more than anything I felt shame that I even felt ashamed in the first place. That I even gave her that power over me.

  "You wouldn't," she said. "What do you want? Is this blackmail? Do you want to do this again?"

  She actually sounded excited when she mentioned doing this again and the lower brain almost took over the negotiations, but I was still too pissed off to let my dick call the shots.

  I sighed, and suddenly I felt exhausted. So very exhausted. And sorry for her more than anything. How sad it must be to live in her world. A world where all she cared about was how other people perceived her.

  In a way I lived in that world too, who didn't in the hell that was school, but I'd also gone beyond that world by virtue of being a dork. I'd spent so long being an outsider that I didn't have to give a fuck about what people thought of me because I knew nobody who "mattered" gave a fuck about me anyway.

  Including Sarah, and that hurt.

  It also hurt because I had a sneaking suspicion she’d had fun here. There was no faking all of that. For whatever reason she’d decided to go off into the dark and blessed me with a memory that was going to become a cherished entry in the spank bank. At least I had that even if everything that came after it was going to be a horrifying blow to my ego for God knows how long.

  Maybe it was that I felt sorry for her, but I decided I wasn't going to make her ultimate nightmare come true. I guess you could say it was pity that stayed my hand, to use a quote that was one of my favorites and was also evidence of why I'd retained my virginity up until this magical moment.

  "No," I said. "I don't want anything from you Sarah. You've done enough already."

  She sniffed. "I'd say I have! I can't believe my first…"

  She stopped. She looked down at me again with a look of panic even as I stared up at her not believing what I was hearing.

  Her first?

  Sure that was my first time. That much had to be obvious from how inexperienced I was. I'd been terrified that it’d be obvious to her, but I'd never in a million years imagined it would be her first time as well. The rumors from Matt Arnold alone were enough to make me think she had some experience.

  Guess not.

  "You can never tell anyone that. About any of this," she said. />
  “What the fuck ever, Sarah,” I growled.

  I just wanted to be done with this. I wanted to go home so I could collapse and let the emotions threatening to overwhelm me in front of her finally come out in a spot where it wouldn't embarrass the ever loving fuck out of me.

  She pulled off of me. I felt a profound sense of loss as that incredible wet warmth slid off my cock, but at the same time I was glad to be rid of her.

  It was a confusing jumble of emotions. Lust and my crush and anger all mixing together. I had a pretty good feeling this was a feeling I was going to have to learn to live with every time I thought of this moment.

  It was going to make jerking off thinking about my first time really fucking confusing. But so totally worth it.

  I also had no doubt this was a moment I was going to be thinking of for quite a while thanks to the circumstances. My first time fucking anyone ever, and it was Sarah Burke, the most beautiful woman in the world.

  Also? It was the first time I'd had my heart ripped right out of my chest, thrown on the ground, and casually stomped underfoot by a silly girl who had no idea what sort of emotions she was playing with.

  Well, you live and you learn, and I'd learned one hell of a lesson today. A lesson I was going to carry with me for the rest of my life. And above all I knew one thing for certain: I was done with Sarah Burke.

  Forever.

  Fuck her.

  She got her bikini back in place and I took the opportunity to pull my own clothes back on. There was still a part of me that was jumping up and down for joy, not believing I'd actually just done what I'd just done with Sarah Burke. That part was warring with the supremely disappointed side of me until she looked at me one final time, almost as though she was going to say something, and then she sighed, her shoulders slumping, and she disappeared into the darkness.