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   Wow Thanks (MFf, exhib, voy, inc, cons) by autoeroticrobot

   Chapter 21.  Truth or Dare.

   "What's the dirtiest thing you've ever done?" read Marie from the
website.  Her voice was slightly tentative.

   "Uh..." I said.

   "That question's too vague," protested Lissa, quickly, perhaps sensing
that an honest answer to this question, at the very start of the game,
might be a bit overwhelming for our guests.  Such excellent social
instincts she seemed to have, I thought, and found myself exchanging a
weirdly felt "admiring parent" gaze with Denise, as Marie pulled up the
next question.

   So then Marie read, " What are the sexiest clothes that you own? 
Describe them to the group."

   The question was equally awkward to answer, but much less incriminating,
I suppose.  Finally, to the rapt attention of all four of them, I said,
somewhat flippantly, "nothing.  If I want to be sexy, I don't wear
clothes."

   Everyone laughed and agreed this was a good answer.  "Especially for a
guy," pointed out Marie, blushing slightly.

   It had been determined that play would proceed clockwise, so it was
Lissa's turn.  She requested a "truth" also, and we all agreed that likely
the first couple of rounds, at least, would be no more than questions.

   "Have you ever performed a blow job?  Who was your most recent?"

   Both girls seemed embarrassed by this question, and Denise became
incensed, though I was pretty sure she was faking it, mostly for the
benefit of Frank.  "For crissakes," she burst out.

   "Don't worry, mom," Lissa reassured.  "Since I haven't, like, actually
done that.  Ever."

   "Still..." my sister protested.

   "Well, we did okay R-rated questions," I pointed out.  Denise calmed
down (or, pretended to, since I doubted she was in the least bothered by it
in actuality).

   I studied Frank's reaction, to see how he was reacting to this first
fragment of smut from a fourteen-year-old.  He seemed to be taking it with
equanimity, and I laughed to myself, "the old guy must think he just won
the lottery." I began to expect Frank would be no problem - he was just
smiled mildly and looked expectant as the turn passed to Marie.

   The next question was, "If a lover or fiance is present, tell the group
who you have had sex with BEFORE this person.  Describe it in truthful,
vivid terms."

   "Not relevant," Marie immediately commented.

   "For a number of reasons," joked Lissa, and got an elbow jab from her
friend.  "Pick a new question," she then insisted.

   "No, that was my question," Marie complained.  "It's just not relevant."
There was a glare exchanged between them, but good-natured.  Finally Marie
relented, and pulled up the next question.

   "To the best of your knowledge, has anyone ever cheated on you?  How did
you find out and what did you do?" she read, and quickly answered, "well,
no, since I never even had a boyfriend."

   "Still not relevant," complained Lissa.

   "But not QUITE as not relevant," I said, trying to defend the
mild-mannered girl from the forceful personality of her best friend.  Marie
looked at me with thanks, and so Lissa relented quickly.

   It was Frank's turn.  "Have you ever blamed a pet, or someone else, for
one of your farts?  Did anyone believe you?" Marie read.

   We all laughed at that.  And Frank said, quite mildly, "Of course."
which caused another chorus of giggles from the girls.

   Denise also requested a question, and Marie pulled up, "What's the
weirdest place you have ever had sex?  How did it go?"

   Denise was clearly self-conscious, though I suspected, again, it was
primarily a show for Frank's benefit.  But after some hums and haws she
managed to say, softly, "it was on the roof of physics building at the
university."

   "Momm!" protested Lissa.  "Too much information!"

   "Now darling, if you were worried about 'too much information' you
shouldn't have asked to play truth or dare."

   Frank and I both chuckled, and Lissa recovered almost instantaneously.
"Eh, yep.  Good point, mom.  Never mind."

   "I suppose another truth question for Jason?" asked Marie.  I nodded. 
She began giggling with embarrassment as she read the question.  "Have you
ever masturbated at a friend's house?  What rooms?"

   "Heh, well," I began, awkwardly.  But finally plunged in, "yes, a long
time ago.  The bathroom, bedroom, even the living room once, when no one
was home."

   "Oh my," muttered Lissa.  And Denise quickly looked between me, with a
sly grin, and Frank, to test his reaction.

   Frank just chuckled softly and shook his head.  "Such is youth, young
ladies.  Beware," he then directed at the girls, causing another fit of
giggling from both of them.

   "Lissa's turn," said Marie, recovering, and read a question, safely
assuming her friend would choose truth over dare.  "Have you ever
fantasized about having sex with a teacher?  Which one, and describe them."

   "I don't even want to hear this," muttered Denise.

   But Lissa, amazingly, answered quite forthrightly, "Well, there's Mr
Campisi, the gym teacher."

   "Yah, he's hot," agreed Marie, to everyone's surprise.

   Then, sincerely shocking her mother, I think, Lissa added, almost
gratuitously, "And there's Mr Zimmermann, in English."

   "Oh my GOD, really?" exclaimed Marie.  "But he's, like, OLD." Then,
immediately realizing her faux pas, she put her hand to her mouth and
stared at Frank.

   But Frank, rather than get offended, just laughed and said, "I don't
mind, Marie - I AM old, after all.  And we all are guilty of thinking about
odd things sometimes, eh?" He winked at Lissa, who was looking self
conscious.

   Nobody pressed her to give descriptions of the teachers she'd named, as
the question required - I certainly wasn't going to ask her to, and it was
apparent that Denise and Marie both already knew what the two men in
question looked like.

   Denise was just shaking her head, slowly, and finally said, with humor,
"my turn for 'too much information.'"

   We all laughed.

   Marie opted for a truth and read, for our benefit, "When was the last
time you 'called in sick' to work when you weren't really sick?  Why did
you?"

   "Heh, kinda boring after those other questions, huh?  Well, I guess
about a month ago I convinced my mom to call in sick for me to school.  No
particular reason, I was just fed up with school maybe."

   The answer passed with out much comment, and so it was Frank's turn. 
"Truth," he requested simply.

   "Who was someone that you could have had sex with, but chose not to. 
Why?"

   Frank meditated for a minute, and then began, "a few years back I had a
coworker, named Ellen, that definitely seemed interested.  One day she came
straight out and propositioned me - I was quite surprised, but flattered.
But after thinking it over I decided it would mess up the work relationship
if something went bad in a relationship with her, so I said no.  She was a
little upset but I think eventually she understood."

   "Aw, that's sad," said Lissa, pouting her lip almost coquettishly.  Both
girls were clearly already adjusted to the fact that Frank was involved in
the game - he was such an easygoing personality and so genuinely warm - I
think that helped.  I could see that Denise was relaxing too.

   "It was for the best, I think," Frank said.

   "Mom's turn," said Lissa.

   "If you had to stick your hand down some other player's pants, whose
pants would your choose?" was what Marie read.

   Denise hardly thought about it.  "Well, obviously, if I HAD to, it would
have to be Frank.  Jason would be a bad idea, since he's my brother," and
with that she leered at me, "and the girls might be a bit young for that
kind of thing."

   "So by process of elimination, and sheer luck, I win!" exclaimed Frank,
energetically.  Denise sat back, mildly surprised at the outburst, but then
we all started laughing.  Definitely things were going just fine, I
thought.

   "So now it's the third round," said Marie.  "Someone should take a
dare."

   "Someone, meaning me.  Are you saying that should be me?" I asked in
mock alarm.

   She shrugged.  But Lissa took up a little chant, "pick a dare, pick a
dare!"

   I relented, and said, "OK, dare."

   Marie pushed the appropriate button on the website, and read out the
first question, but since it involved going outdoors it was rejected as
against the rules.  So the next one she pulled up was, "Remove all of your
clothes that are white or black."

   Well, it was the case that I was wearing black boxer shorts, but my
jeans were blue and my shirt was a beigish color.  I was also wearing white
socks - everyone was without shoes.  So it was agreed I could go into the
den and remove the boxers and put my jeans back on.  I did that, came back
out, and deposited the boxers and socks in a little pile on the floor near
me.

   "When do I get to put them back on?" I asked.

   "If the dare doesn't say, then it's for the rest of the game," explained
Lissa, smirking.  "That can be the clothes pile," she added, gesturing at
the modest heap.  "There will probably be more."

   "Hehe," laughed Marie.

   "Hey, this isn't supposed to be strip poker," protested Denise.  "I
didn't authorize that." She glanced at Frank, looking nervous again.

   "Well, we didn't make a rule against, though," Lissa pointed out. 
"Besides, what's the harm?"

   Denise looked at Frank more directly, as if prompting him make a call.

   He just shrugged.  "I'd say, whatever you people are comfortable with."

   So then Denise turned toward me, but all I did was grin and say, "you're
the mom."

   "C'mon, mom, don't be a spoilsport," Lissa pleaded.

   "Oh, whatever," Denise finally relented, throwing her hands up.  I knew
it had all been a show for Frank's benefit, to reassure him that whatever
perversions might crop up this afternoon were of a spontaneous nature
rather than a continuation of illicit previous behavior among the three of
us.

   "Lissa's turn," Marie prompted, trying to get the play back on track. 
"Are you going to take a dare too?"

   Lissa started shaking her head, "no way."

   "Here, we can try this 'random' button on the website," suggested Marie.

   Lissa's resistance had been cursory - she agreed.

   Marie said, "Oh, bummer, you got a truth." And read, "Imagine you are in
the room with another couple when, unexpectedly, they begin going at it hot
and heavy.  What do you do?"

   "Hmm," cogitated Lissa.  "Watch?" she finally said, flippantly.

   "Ha, good one," her friend laughed.

   We all decided that was a good enough answer, and so Marie went.  Lissa
talked her into trying the "random" button as well, but she also got a
truth: "What is your opinion of 'going down under'?  On members of the same
sex?  Opposite sex?  Do you like it?  What about having it done to you?"
She looked puzzled for a minute, then Lissa leaned over and whispered
something theatrically in her ear.  Marie blushed and said softly, "oh,
that." Then, after a pause, she said more loudly, to the group, "lack of
experience means I haven't formed an opinion on this matter." Her tone was
one of jokey pomposity, and it was hilarious, in the context.  She was

really quite a ham, in her understated way.  We all had another good laugh.

   Frank went with the flow and also opted to try the "random" button.  At
that point, Lissa proposed that we all commit to using the random feature,
and everyone agreed, so it was settled that we would use it for the rest of
the game.

   Frank got a truth, though - but it was the most risque one so far:
"Describe a favorite way of masturbating.  Include all the details, and how
long it usually takes.  Also, tell the group when you last did it."

   For the first time, he seemed a bit flustered, and I caught him
exchanging a meaningful glance with Denise, as if requesting permission to
actually do this.  Denise shrugged and made a broad gesture of motherly
resignation, then grinned.  "Go ahead," she said.

   So he began.  "Well, I guess it's your basic two-handed deal, stroking
myself, uh, you know." He pointedly avoided the rapt, curious gazes of the
two teenagers, but was clearly conscious of them, and was having trouble
figuring out where to lay his hands so as to convey nothing offensive.

   When his pause was too lengthy, Lissa interrupted, "like, are you
naked?"

   "Uhem, yes, usually," he assented.  "So I stroke for about 20-30
minutes, lying on my bed or on the couch if I'm alone."

   "Cool," said Marie, encouragingly.  The weird irony of a
fourteen-year-old encouraging a sixty-year-old to describe this intimate
act seemed lost on no one.

   When Frank didn't go on, Marie finally added, "so, you have to tell,
when was the last time?"

   Frank looked genuinely embarrassed, finally, but the fact that he was
evidently playing along, completely truthfully, caused me to feel
optimistic about the subsequent kinky trajectory of the game.  "Eheh, it
was...  well, this morning." He shook his head as if slightly bewildered by
his audacity in making this revelation to the group.

   Both girls giggled, but very quietly.  Denise, to break the tension,
said loudly, "OK, what do I get?"

   Frank looked up in alarm, as if thinking she was somehow referencing his
description, but he was unable to see quite how, before realizing she was
trying to keep the game moving by asking for her turn to begin.

   Marie pushed the button, and got yet another truth.  "If you could
change the number of brothers and sisters you have, what would you add or
subtract?  Why?"

   "Well I'd certainly never get rid of Jason."

   "Aw, that's sweet, sis," I said.

   Denise grinned at me, and went on, "when I was younger sometimes I
wished I had a sister - but it's not really something that I feel like it
is missing from my life.  So, I guess the answer is, no, no changes."

   It was my turn.  Marie said it was a dare.

   "Hey, is this game rigged?" I complained, but just jokingly.

   "If you're a male, you must kiss both breasts of the female that is most
unclothed."

   "Now that's getting out of hand," ventured Denise, with her now pro
forma objection.

   "It's not like anyone's naked yet," said Lissa, defensively.

   "Yet?" said Denise in mock alarm.

   The girls giggled, and Marie said, "so who's the least dressed?"

   We all looked around a little bit, and finally, looking at Denise, Marie
said in a businesslike tone - like a moderator at a business meeting - "how
many pieces of clothes are you wearing?"

   "Uh, socks, pants, underwear, shirt - six." I realized Denise had found
an opportunity to put on underwear at some point since Frank's arrival. 
Probably when she ran to the bathroom at the start of the game.

   "Ok, I'm wearing five.  Lissa?"

   Lissa said, "uh oh.  I'm definitely loser, here.  I've only got my dress
and panties.  Two."

   "Loser?" I complained.

   "Aw, Jason.  Uh, go ahead, I guess.  Just don't be gross, OK?"

   "I can't believe this is happening," muttered Denise, to Frank - another
pro forma expression of parental concern, I suspected, as she nevertheless
made no move to stop the action.

   Lissa stood and came to where I was sitting, and I leaned forward and
very chastely planted puckered kisses on each of her charming upturned
cones, through the cloth of her dress, aiming for the topsides and not the
fairly evident pointy parts.  Almost innocent.  Only almost.

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