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Subject: {ASSM} Truth or Dare - Chap. 6 (f/m, bd, rom, oral, 1st)
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The next to last chapter in the 'Truth or Dare' saga.

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(c) 2003 copyright by SJTJ (a.k.a. Naive)
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alter the concept.
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This story is intended for mature audiences. You must be 18 or older to 
read this story. This story contains adult situations and sexual 
content. If subject matter of this type offends please DO NOT read any 
further. Thank you.
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Truth or Dare (Chapter 6)
By Naive, shattered_mind@hotmail.com

        It was late into the evening when Angie left for the night. All 
the rest of the girls had already gone leaving Teresa there to make 
sure nothing happened to Roger. As she was left alone, Teresa couldn't 
help thinking back on the conversation earlier that evening.

        "Now what do we do?" Heather asked, her voice even shakier then 
before.

        "We have to do something." Teresa pleaded. "Angie could end up 
killing him the way she is."

        Jenny swore. "What can we do? She has that tape and Roger's not 
going to be siding with us anytime soon."

         "I could always take it from her." Melissa put in. "Angie's 
kinda' small - I could take her."

        "I don't think so." Heather couldn't help putting a little 
condescension in her voice. "Angie's a second degree black belt. Don't 
you ever listen?"

        Melissa loomed over Heather. "I listen well enough. You got a 
problem?"

        "Fighting among ourselves isn't going to help." Jenny said 
stepping between the two. "We need a plan."

        "Did I ... did I really rape him?" Ginger squeaked from her 
chair. "Is that what I am?" She said barely able to hold the tears 
back.

        "Damn it Ginger, we don't have time for this!" Jenny snapped.

        Ginger just put her head into her hands and started crying. 
Gasping over and over about how sorry she was. It took a good ten 
minutes to finally calm her down again. During that time they all tried 
to comfort her, but her question still hung in the air: none sure of 
the answer. Could you rape a man? It was something they'd have to think 
on another day. Right now their current problem was more immense, more 
immediate, and all their lives might hang on their decisions.

        Worst of all was Teresa's statement: had Angie gone far enough to 
kill? Would Roger be safe with her? And last but not least, what could 
they do about the whole mess? For one stupid night of drunken fun 
they'd caused a dilemma none of them were mature enough to deal with.

        "Alright, we know that we have to do something." Jenny said after 
a little thought. "Maybe if we get Angie out of the situation, you know 
away from here, we can talk some sense into her. She's just too close 
to it to see what's really going on."

        "If she's really out for payback that's never going to work." 
Melissa shook her head. "You know how she is. She's like a dog with a 
bone. She'll never let something go once she has a hand on it."

        Teresa nodded. "Angie never backs down."

        "Well, she's going to have to this time!" Jenny said as calmly as 
she could, though she wanted to scream. "This isn't just about her, 
it's about all of us ... and Roger too."

        "Oh yea, lets not forget him." Teresa tried to bite back some of 
the sarcasm that dripped from every syllable, but couldn't.

        "Don't get so uptight." Ginger said with a little of her old 
spirit renewed. "We're going to fix everything for him. By the time 
we're done he'll be one of the most popular guys in school. He'll thank 
us when it's all over."

        "You think?" Heather asked with just a touch of hope in her eyes.

        "Of course!" Ginger beamed. But, Teresa, Jenny, and Melissa 
looked less than confident.

        "I think we just need more time to think on it. One of us will 
stay here and make sure that Angie doesn't do anything to Roger, and 
then we'll all meet back here in the morning around eight to decide 
exactly what to do." Jenny smiled trying to sound sure of herself. 
After a quick agreement they all headed out, leaving Teresa as guard.

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        It wasn't long after Angie left that Roger heard his drawers and 
closet being rummaged through. Cracking open an eye, he saw Teresa 
searching his room while swearing under her breath.

        "Going to steal my clothes now too?" Roger asked the hurt of 
betrayal still thick in his voice. Teresa jumped when he spoke and 
turned to look at him.

        "How the hell could I do that when they're already gone?" Teresa 
snapped. Inhaling slowly she calmed herself.

        "What do you mean?"

        "I mean that Angie's already taken all your clothes and your 
father's too." Teresa said as she sat down next to him. "But that 
doesn't change anything. We're getting out of here."

        "Why?"

        "Because I don't trust them anymore. I'm not going to let Angie 
or the rest of them hurt you again."

        "That's not what I meant. Why are you helping me? If it wasn't 
for you I wouldn't even be here like this. None of this would have 
happened at all!" The last few words were more snarl than words as the 
anger boiled up from him.

        "Oh God Roger." Teresa sobbed, completely breaking down and 
crying into his chest. "This isn't what I wanted. I ... I just wanted 
you to like me. I thought that if we brought you over - played spin the 
bottle or something like that - you'd see me. See how I felt for you." 
Lifting her head she looked him right in the eyes tears streaming down 
her cheeks. "I never wanted them to hurt you. I didn't know any of this 
was going to happen. All I thought was that if you were with us, no, 
were with me, you'd finally see me as a woman. You'd finally see that I 
love you." Teresa had to look away. She was pouring her heart out to 
someone who could only hate her now. It felt like a crushing weight on 
her chest. Her heart was shattering before him.

        "Teresa," Roger whispered, "why didn't you just tell me?"

        "How could I?" Teresa said. Shaking her head with bitter 
resentment. "You never even saw me as a girl, much less a woman."

        "I'm sorry." Roger gasped his own emotions clashing inside, but 
for some reason he knew he meant those words.

        "Teresa, please untie me." Taking one deep look into his eyes she 
nodded and started setting him free. When the last bond was gone, they 
sat there side by side, a new bond - not of leather or nylon - forming 
between them. Gently Roger took her into his arms and held her close, 
her head resting on his shoulder.

        "Please don't hate me," Teresa cried softly, "I couldn't live if 
you hated me."

        "I don't hate you. I'm just sorry that it took all this for you 
to tell me how you felt." With smooth slow strokes he caressed her long 
black hair. Something too was stirring inside: emotions that he'd never 
known were there. It all started to make sense. Why had he felt so hurt 
and betrayed by her? Why had he been so angry with her, so much more 
than the rest? Could his feelings be the same?

        A warmth suffused him, as a tear trickled down. All those 
memories. All that time together. He'd been so close he couldn't see 
his own feelings, much less hers. Now he knew. He couldn't just forgive 
or forget the last couple days. But with time it would all pass, he 
knew that, and he had something much stronger to fill the hurt now. 
Something he'd missed, that made everything that happened worthwhile. 
Taking her by the shoulders he pushed her slightly away, looking her in 
the eyes. "Teresa. I think I love you too."

        At first it was shock, then pleasure. Tears pouring anew, Teresa 
flung herself on top of him, giggling and writhing with joy. Wrapping 
herself around him she clung to him like a life raft in a torrent sea. 
She never wanted to let go. "Roger," Teresa squealed, "you've made me 
the happiest woman ever!"

        Roger was happy too. Happier than he'd been in a long time, but 
Teresa being so close, rubbing against his naked flesh, was causing 
reactions he couldn't control. Clearing his throat Roger asked Teresa 
to let him up, but she too could feel his hard flesh between them, and 
see the blush flickering over his features. Smiling she crawled off of 
him and knelt on the floor in front of him. Sitting up, he noticed, 
that he had practically thrust it into her face. Flushing deeper still 
he reached for something to cover himself, but Teresa's light touch 
stopped him. In a flash of eye contact he knew that she wanted more: 
proof of his feelings.

        "Can I?" She asked as she reached forward gently brushing the 
underside of his cock. Roger felt a lump stick in his throat. A slight 
nod was all he could give her - words lost to him. Tenderly she wrapped 
her fingers, one by painful one, around him. Her warm caressing embrace 
so different from those forced and taken. A slight sheen of sweat broke 
over him and a tingling sweeping through him, as he pulsed within her 
grip. With gentle ease she fondled him. Claimed him.

        Catching his eye, she lowered her hold and moved closer letting 
her tongue slide gracefully forward. Roger gasped as he realized what 
she was about to do. "Teresa ... you don't have to..." Roger said 
tensing to pull away.

        "Shh." Teresa whispered like a stray puff of air. Everything was 
there in his eyes. Everything she wanted to see and more. Teresa knew 
that he didn't want her doing this because she felt obligated. Felt she 
owed him. And that wasn't why. She wanted this. She wanted him. But 
that concern in his eyes - for her - that passion and compassion made 
the damn burst within: a raging inferno of love hit her for this man. 
For her man. It was up to her to care for and protect him. They were 
now one.

        Smiling up at him, she moved forward again. Her tongue playing 
over her lips, then carefully she let it snake out and caress his 
shaft. Roger felt light headed and had to lie back. Emotions. 
Sensations. That's all he was. Sliding her mouth over the tip, Teresa 
let her tongue probe around the little mushroom top. Hot breath on 
glistening skin sent shivers through Roger's entire being. And, as her 
mouth locked onto him, it took all of his will to hold back from the 
edge.

        Teresa was surprised to find not only was she not revolted by 
what she was doing, but a gush of warm wet pleasure filled her as she 
sucked longingly on his hard member. She was so hot she couldn't help 
using her other hand: unsnapping her jeans, and sliding it far into the 
depths of her pink frilly panties, searching for her little nub. With 
one light stroke, blinding pleasure suffused and surrounded her. 
Moaning around Roger's cock she sent a reverberation of her own 
pleasure through him, threatening to drag him headfirst into his own 
orgasm.

        Panting Roger twisted the sheets in his hands; gripping and 
releasing as Teresa tickled and taunted his manhood. It was a nightmare 
of pleasure. A river of adrenaline. With a sucking pop Teresa took in 
all of Roger's passionate juices she could get. Reaching into a bag 
beside the bed she pulled out a condom and rolled it over her lovers 
quivering manhood.

        Exploding from her clothes Teresa climbed on top of him. Taking 
him in hand, she led him to a place none had gone before. Roger would 
be her first, as she knew it should be. Lowering herself onto him, she 
felt the first digs of pain. Taking a sharp breath she gently lowered 
herself onto him. Roger looked up at her, concern deep in his eyes. It 
helped. It felt right. Smiling she started moving carefully at first 
until she found her rhythm.

        Sitting up Roger let his tongue search and explore Teresa's body. 
Circling and flicking her pert nipples. Tasting her sweet sweat like 
nectar, as her scent filled him. His hands roaming, cupping her ample 
breasts, kneading them softly.

        Teresa's hands searched for a hold. Her fingernails scraping 
roughly over his back and broad shoulders. The pressure was intense, 
dramatic, inches from climactic. Thrusting down harder she impaled 
herself on him. Crashing down on him she felt the break. A flood filled 
her - exalted her - forcing a scream of scorching passion from her 
tortured lungs. Her orgasm rippled down into Roger, who had to cling to 
her, as he too burst forth. Their colliding climaxes, redoubling and 
intensifying each other's.

        As they collapsed back, their bodies clinging to each other, 
sweat matting their hair, their lips locked together. Tongue to tongue. 
A kiss as explosive and climactic as anything they had just done. In 
that instant they knew the fire that burned in the other. A fire that 
burned as one between them. Pulling the sheet up over themselves, they 
laid there, still deep inside each other, and as they slept they slept 
as one.

----

        It was hours later when they woke and showered together. 
Confident in their new love. Confident in what they wanted. As Teresa 
searched the floor for her panties she had tossed aside, she noticed 
Angie's tape recorder under the bed. It was a last perfect end to a 
perfect night.

        "Roger!" Teresa said. "It's Angie's tape recorder. You can go to 
the police now." Teresa felt a wave of fear and resignation pass 
through her. It was the right thing to do.

        "No." Roger said flatly as he wrapped a blanket around himself.

        "Why not?" Teresa asked a little shocked. "With this they can't 
touch you. You have proof."

        "And what would happen to you?" Roger shook his head. "No, I just 
found you. I'm not losing you like that."

        A wave of pleasure ran through her as she walked over and held 
him. "But you have to." She said feeling safe in his arms.

        "No," Roger smiled, "I think I have another plan."

(c) 2003 copyright by SJTJ (aka Naive)

Naive
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