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From: Mr BOB Doubleena
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Truth or Dare  MFMFMF
Date: Mon, 18 Dec 1995 21:58:28 GMT
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Disclaimer:  The following story contains naughty
bits.  If you are under 18, or if this has somehow wandered onto
the K12 net, STOP READING NOW.  Do not, I repeat, do not email it
to all your friends.  And for God's sake do not make a printout of
it and distribute copies all over your school.  I mean sure, it'll
be cool and all, and you'll probably have lots of new friends, and
you'll probably even get lots of dates which will lead to numerous
nights of hot, sticky backseat passion, but like, you could get in
big trouble.  Cause I know a kid who did it and sure, it was cool
for awhile, but all the new friends he made weren't like *real*
friends.  Plus like, it's all fully and legally copyrighted and
if you think you're so tough now, let's see how you feel after a
few months in the joint sharing a cell with a disgruntled former
Kinko's employee with something to prove.  Copyright prison--you
wouldn't last a day.
     That being said, I give you:


 RICHH:  TRUTH OR DARE


We play lots of games over here, but the only time I am ever
really concerned is when Karen gets the urge to play 'Truth or
Dare'.  Invariably, she will push things just a little too far, ask
questions whose answers lie a bit too close to the bone.  The last
time we played, there was Howard, myself, Karen, and two girls and
a guy that Karen knew through her Fine Arts classes.  One of the
girls, Maria, a dusky Spanish jewel, I'd had the good fortune to
have seen for a month or so earlier in the year.  We had spent most
of the evening drinking wine, smoking some dope, talking about
everything from art to music to pornography to what it was about
John Malkovich that girls liked.   Karen was very giddy.  She had
kept up with the rest of us on the wine, glass for glass, despite
the fact that she weighed little more than half what I or my
brother weigh(my brother and I have near identical physiques).  MTV
was on and the sound was off.Howard put in Steely Dan's 'Aja' cd
and Karen suggested we play a few games.  Erin, a rail-thin but
pretty artist with stringy brown hair and a fondness for peasant
skirts, and Maria, the Spanish girl, and Josh, a too-handsome
junior with curly, Einstein-wild hair and paint-smeared jeans,
looked skeptical, but didn't want to seem chicken, so they seconded
her motion.  We started with a little Jeopardy.  I offered the
first clue.
     "Fisting an old stank-ho," I said.
     Howard and Karen laughed.  Josh screwed up his face.  Erin
said "Fisting?  You mean like--"
    Josh made a fist and whispered into her ear at the same time he
mimed an upward fisting motion.
    Erin shook her head and whispered something to Maria, whose
dark, Spanish eyes seemed to constantly dart about the room. 
But before Erin could say anything to her, Maria said, "I know, I
*know* what it is."
     As Steely Dan sang about a guy named Deacon Blues Erin and
Maria lit up a couple of Marlboro Lights.  Howard produced an
ashtray and a pin-joint (Why *did* he insist on rolling them like
that?!).  Erin took a deep drag of her cigarette, exhaled, gestured
toward the joint that Howard had placed before him and said, "Hey,
that is some serious pot."  This struck everyone as being utterly
hilarious and we laughed while Karen asked, "What's the category,
Rich.  You gotta tell us the category."
     So I said, "Philosophy and Religions of the Far East."
     Almost instantly Karen said "Sheesh, why don't you just *give*
it away at the same time Erin and Maria and Josh said, "Huh?"
     Karen said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world,
"Fisting an old stank-ho.  What is the sound of one hand getting
the clap?"
     It took almost a minute for it to kick in, but when it did it
hit with a vengeance.
     "No way," said Josh.  "How the fuck did you get that? 
Unbefuckinglievable."
     "Impressive," said Maria, who was moving her shoulders to the
music.  'Josie' was the song.
     ". . .she prays like a Roman with her eyes on fire."
     It was clear to everyone there exactly who Steely Dan was
talking about.
     "You must have known that one," said Erin.  "There's no way--"
     "I think our friends are doubting the veracity of your guess,
hon," said Howard, as only he can.
     "Bullshit," said Karen, a little miffed.  "I'll tell you
exactly what made me think of it.  When he first said it, I had no
clue.  I just thought it was just some kind of sick joke."
     Erin and Josh nodded.
     "Then he said Religion and Philosophy of the Far East.  So
right away I'm thinking Buddhism, Zen Buddhism.  And as soon as I
think Zen I'm thinking koans, right?  Now the most widely-known
koan of them all is that sound of one hand clapping one.  So once
that was in my head, well, the rest was cake.  I also know Rich has
a weakness for puns. . ."
     "Oh," said Josh, with mock anger.  "Well there you go. 
Weakness for puns.  If we had only known. . ."
     "Yeah, right," said Erin.  "Sure."
     "It's still amazing," said Maria.  
     I felt very strange.  Could this tiny waif-like girl's thought
processes be that close to my own?  It's one thing to locate a part
of yourself in another--that is a prerequisite to love--but to find
so much of yourself congruent with another--this is frightening.  
     "New game."
     "Let's do that Truth game," said Karen.  She was talking about
the game we had seen in the movie 'Metropolitan', where a penny is
placed on a napkin and suspended over a glass.  Everyone takes
turns poking a hole in the napkin.  Whoever the penny falls in on
has to answer any question that someone asks with absolute honesty.
It's a pretty scary game, especially with people that knew each
other as well as we did.
     "Karen, someone always gets hurt.  Try something else."
     "Truth or Dare?" said Erin.
     "Oooo, yeah," said Karen.  "Even better."
     I found a bottle of Stoli in the back of the freezer, poured
a shot into a Dixie Cup, and we were ready to start.
     "I don't know if this is such a good idea," said Josh, running
a hand through his curly brown hair.
     "Oh, come on," said Erin, nudging his thigh with her knee. 
"It'll be fun."  
     I looked at Karen.  I could tell she was thinking what I was. 
We'd both been watching Erin's body language and it had seemed, all
night, that she was behaving just a bit too friendly toward Josh. 
This last nudge with the knee had confirmed it.  This was something
she would be looking to exploit once the game started.
     "Okay, let's go," said Karen.  "We all know the rules.  I'll
start."
     Erin said, "Truth or dare, Karen?"
     "Dare."
     Josh, not really meaning it, said, "Show us your tits."
     In a flash Karen had lifted up her t-shirt and had instantly
raised the stakes of the game.
     Maria sat up, smoothed her skirt under her legs, and sat back
down.  "Waitamin--", she said, not liking the direction the game
had already taken.
     "Put them away, Karen.  Jeez.  I was just kidding.  I didn't
think she'd actually--"
     "Could we just move a little slower, please?"  said Maria,
quickly downing the contents of the Dixie cup and refilling it. 
"You only have to drink if you refuse your turn." said Karen.
     "I know.  Go on."
     "Truth or Dare, Howard?" I said.
     "Truth."
     Howard had been going for truths of late, ever since he and
Karen had been dared to have sex in the back of a taxi, while
tooling around town.  They did.
     Maria said, "Do you honestly love Karen?"
     "That's too easy," said Erin.  "Try this:  Who do you love
more.  Your brother or your girlfriend?"
     "Still easy, but go ahead."
     Howard thought a moment, then said, "Gotta go with the big guy
on this one.  Hey, I've known him a bit longer--"  Karen smiled and
played with her shoelace.
     Josh said, "Truth or Dare, Maria?"  
     Maria slammed back another shot, took a deep drag and said,
"Dare.  No no no, truth.  No, dare.  All right, truth."
     Karen said, "Tell us about the last time you made it?"  
     As Maria began to answer, Karen added, "with another girl?"
     "Ooooh, yeah."
     Mariah picked up the Dixie Cup and there was a chorus of:
     "No, don't pass."
     "Come on."
     "Just do it."
     She said, "What if I was never with --"
     Howard said, "We'd know you were lying or you would have said
that right away."
     "Shit," she said.  "Shit shit shit shit."  She stubbed out her
cigarette and lit another.  Howard lit up the joint, took a drag
and passed it to Karen, on his right.
      "All right, I'll tell you.  It doesn't bother me.  It was no
big deal.  I met someone at a dance.  We had lunch a few times. 
Went to another dance.  Slept over her place that night.  Like I
said, it was no big deal." I took a hit off the joint.  I would
regret that decision shortly.
     "Bzzzt," said Karen.  "It doesn't count unless you use the
word 'vulva'."
     "All right," said Maria.  "And she had a vulva."
     "Hsssssss."
     "Bo-ring."
     The turn was about to move to Josh when she added, rather
sheepishly,  "A nice one."
     "Hel-lo," said Howard.
     "Now you're getting it," said Josh.
     Wow, I thought, with just that simple phrase she had instantly
turned a banal story into what would surely become masturbation
fodder for more than a few of us there.  As I looked around I
thought I could actually see the scenario forming in Josh's head. 
And Karen's.
     Maria said, "I just, I just don't talk that way.  I'm sorry." 
 
     "No need to apologize, said Karen.  "But we do wish you'd
define 'nice vulva'."
     Karen, looked over at the tv.  Motley Crue's 'Home Sweet
Home'(the new video version) was on.  Karen paused the cd and
turned up the sound on the tv, all via the big universal remote
control she kept next to her.  She said, "I love this song.  Vince
Neil is so sexy.  Look how he moves his hips under that long shirt
thingee.  Ooo, I just *love* that."
     "That *is* hot," I said.
     "Rich," said Josh, who we all knew was bi, "I thought you were
strictly--"
     "Hey," I said.  "Sexy is sexy.  As for me, did you know I was
a vegetarian?"
     "Huh?"
     "Sometimes," I said, nicking a line I'd heard somewhere
before, in a different context.  "It depends what I'm eating."
     "Touche," said Josh, self-consciously tucking his t-shirt into
his jeans.
     The video ended.  Sound was restored to the stereo.
     Howard said, "I'm still curious about this here vulva."
     Maria's face was flushed.  Josh said, imitating a horny
adolescent, "Yeah, was it smooth and shiny and slippery and--"
     "Oh, leave her alone," said Erin, grabbing Josh's left arm.
     "Oh, all right."
     "Besides, it's *your* turn now."
     "Truth or Dare."
     "Dare."
     Karen said, "Hold on," and got up and went into the kitchen. 
She returned with an empty bottle of olive oil.  Josh paled a
little.  "W-what's that for?"
     "It's been a while since anyone's been to the bathroom.  I
know *I* have to pee."
     "*My* eyes are floating," said Erin.
     Karen handed Josh the bottle.  "Go ahead," she said.
     "It doesn't bother me," said Josh, opening a few buttons on
his button-fly jeans.  "I can piss anywhere."  He slid his left
hand in and fumbled around for a second or two.  Then the neck of
the bottle disappeared into the fly of his jeans as well.  
     "Oh no," said Erin, shaking her head, "That doesn't count." 
She looked at Karen.  "Does it?"
     "Nope.  Erin's right.  We want to see some meat!"  
     "Fair's fair, Josh," said Maria.
     Josh set the bottle down on the carpet in front of him.  He
got up on his knees and slid a finger and thumb into his jeans. 
When his cock appeared, Maria gave a short, shrill scream.  Karen
clapped, slowly, self-consciously.  
     "Oooo, a *nice* one," said Karen.
     Erin watched, mesmerized, as the bottle began to fill with
amber urine.  After about a minute, the stream waned.  Josh
squeezed out a last couple of drops and buttoned himself back up.
     "You're next, eh?" he said, looking at Erin and swirling
around the contents of the bottle."
     "I gotta go," said Erin, up and already halfway to the
bathroom.  Everyone relieved themselves, the olive oil bottle was
disposed of, and we reassembled.
     "Truth or Dare, Erin?" asked Josh.
     "Truth."
     "Will you come with me after we leave here?" he asked.
     As Erin said "Sure" I saw Maria cast a glance over at me and
it soon became clear that we were going to have to make a decision
soon.  I sat back, hoping that the answer would come during the
game.
     "Truth or dare, Rich?"
     I looked around. 
     "Well?"
     "Dare."
     Karen said, "Oooh, I've got a good one."
     As she said that, I lost my breath.
     "I want to watch you. . .masturbate."
     "All right," said Erin.
     "Cool beans."
     "Go for it, Rich." said Josh.  "Aim away, though."
     "But," added Karen, "not the way you do now.  But the way you
used to do when you were twelve."
     Shit, I thought.  The other day we'd been sitting around,
talking very casually about various things and it was revealed that
when I first made this 'masturbation' discovery, my technique was
much different than just 'jerking off'.
     "I've never actually done this in front of an audience."
     "But--" said Howard.
     "At least not where I was the only act."
     "Ha ha."
     "Josh peed," said Erin.  "Oh go on, it can't be that ha--"
     "Erin!  You've hit the nail right on the head."  Everyone
laughed.
     "Well, try, at least."
     I got up from the floor and sat in a comfy chair.  "Now
everyone has to be quiet."  Howard started fiddling with the remote
and Josh popped in some microwave popcorn.  He yelled out, "Wait
till the popcorn's done."
     I put my palm on my dick through my jeans and started rubbing
slowly.  I mentally kicked myself for not going easier on that pot.
 
Luckily I hadn't had that much wine.  "I don't know, guys. . ."
     Erin said, "Oh, just do it.  I've never seen a guy play with
himself.
     Josh emerged from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn. 
"Never?" he said to Erin, who shook her head.
     Erin walked on her knees to Maria and whispered something in
her ear.  Maria got up and walked over towards me.  She kneeled
beside the chair.  She placed her left hand on the inside of my
thigh and said, "You never had this problem before. . ."
     She slid her hand up under my balls.  She smiled and added,
"If you don't count that time--" 
     "Hey hey hey," I said.  Maria unzipped my jeans and slid her
hand inside.  I closed my eyes.
     "So you finally did it with a girl, eh?" I said so only she
could hear it.  She nodded.  Sleeping with another girl was
something she had told me she was curious about while I was seeing
her.
     "And how was it?"
     "It was great.  Totally hot."
     "So did I turn you off of men forever?"
     "Hardly.  It was just something that I knew was going to
happen sooner or later."
     "What did you do with her?  Tell me."
     "Everything."  She increased her ministrations, feeling me
respond.              
     "Everything?  Did you use, did you--"  I curled my hand into
a fist.  She nodded.
     "It was sooo hot.  If I just picture it in my head I'll get
wet instantly.  In fact, I'm pretty--"
     With my lefty foot I kicked off my right shoe and slid my foot
under her skirt, up along her thigh until I felt the soft fullness
of her panties.  
     "Hey,"  she said, re-arranging herself "cut that out.  This is
your dare."  She pulled my penis out through my fly and said,
imitating Raoul Julia in that Addams Family commercial,  "It's
showtime."
     Erin said, "All right," and Howard shushed her.
     I pulled my t-shirt out of my jeans and pulled the bottom of
it taut with my left hand.  I unwrapped Maria's hand, took my cock
in my right hand and, shifting it from right to left, rubbed the
head against the inside of my t-shirt.  I gasped at the
excruciating pleasure.  I hadn't done it like this in over a
decade.  
     I whispered to Maria, "Remember the first time we did it?"
     "Of course."
     "Tell me," I said, leaning forward, rubbing my cockhead in
circles against the fabric of my shirt.  Resonances of long-
submerged memories were making themselves known in my mind.  I
remembered how important different textures were to me then.  I
remembered I had two favorite shirts--favorites because their
material produced the best orgasm.  I remembered how the bedsheets
would become matted and crinkly.  I remembered how, just before
ejaculation, I had to make that decision on whether or not to pull
my shirt away(sucky) or just keep going(not sucky), throwing
caution to the wind.  
     "Well," said Maria, just to me.  "It was on that blue couch
you used to have.  We were watching MTV."
     "What video?"
     "I don't remember, exactly.  I just remember it was a song I
liked."
     "It was 'Billie Jean'."
     "My God, you're right it was."  She placed the palm of her
hand right below my navel and started rubbing it in circles.  
     "Then you did that thing with your neck, like you wanted a
backrub, so you put a pillow on my lap and lay down on your folded
hands.  I started rubbing your neck--you *were* tense--and worked
my way down to your ribcage, gradually touching the sides of your
breasts through your t-shirt.  This was kind of a big deal since
we'd only gone out a few times, right?"
     "Uh-huh."
     "Soon, when I was cupping both of your breasts completely you
said 'My lower back, too.'  I pulled your shirt out of those jeans
of yours-'Chic', I think."
     "Uh-huh."
     "Yeah, I remember that 'natural woman' song," I said.  "I was
rubbing your lower back.  I remember your skin was so cool--
gradually I worked my way under the waistband.  I remember how
disappointed I felt when I realized that your jeans were so tight. 
But then you remember what you did next?  Remember?"
     "Uh-huh."
     "Tell me."
     "I reached a hand down and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans."
     "Yeah.  Why?  Tell me why you did that."
     "So you could get your hands in farther.  It felt *really*
good."
     "I thought that was about the sexiest thing I'd ever seen
anyone do.  Well, then I had both hands on your buttcheeks.  I
couldn't get over how cool and soft your skin was there, especially
after being in those tight jeans all day."
     "I'm a cool person."
     "I'll say.  Then, I worked my right hand lower and lower,
remember?"
     "Oh yeah."
     "Do you remember my pinkie?"
     "Yup."
     "What did I do with it?"
     "You put it in my butt."
     "Had anyone ever done that to you before?"
     "Nope."
     "But you didn't say anything."
     "I wanted to see what you were going to do with me."
     I really liked how she sid 'with me' just then and felt the
beginnings of an orgasm in the base of my penis.
     "Then I took my pinkie out, remember?"
     "Yup."
     "How did you feel?"
     "A little disappointed."
     "Mmmm.  Then I dipped the tips of my other fingers through the
wetness of your slit and transferred the moisture to my thumb,
right?"
     "Uh-huh.  My heart was really going--"
     "I remember.  Then I slowly twisted that thumb into your ass,
until it was all the way in.  I put two fingers into your pussy--
you were *so* wet--"
     "I am."
     "Then what did I do?"
     "You, you--"  Her breathing had changed.  "You pinched me."
     "What did I pinch?"
     "With your thumb and your fingers--"
     "You remember what it's called?"
     "The pe, per, perneum?"
     "Close enough.  Maria, grab me a couple paper towels, would
you?" I managed to say. My orgasm was at that happy place where it
was within conscious control.  I knew it was there and it wasn't
going anywhere.  "Ready, gang?"
     Josh said, "Go for it."  Erin, I think, shushed him.  Maria
returned and put the towels next to me on the chair between me and
an armrest.  
     "Here.  It.  Comes."  I heard Karen say "Oooh" as I came into
my shirt, which I wiped off with and then took off.  A fine patina
of sweat covered my chest and my breath was very quick and shallow.
     "Excellent," said Erin, who was doing her clapping thing
again.
     "Game over?" I said.
     "Typical guy," said Karen.  "Typical."
     Maria said, "Rich, I--"
     "You're gonna stay, right?"
     She nodded.
     We waved to Josh and Erin as they got into her car.



 
                  TRUTH OR DARE--PART II
 
     Karen looked goofy, wearing Esprit everything:  maroon
terrycloth shorts and a pink sweatshirt.  Howard was leafing
through a Physician's Desk Reference, his new favorite book.  Maria
had plugged my brother's Les Paul into the stereo and was trying to
figure out the bass line to Stevie Wonder's "Sir Duke".
 
     [...Satch-a-mo, and the king of all Sir Duke,
      and with a voice like Ella's ringing out,
      there's no way the band can lose.
      You can feel it all o-a-o-ver...]
 
    Her fingers were flying, but she pulled the cord out of the
stereo and ejected the tape.
    "Too many damn sixteenth notes.  My fingers are fast enough
but my hand's just not strong enough.  Definitely not for a *real*
bass."      
    Howard said, "You should try 'I want a new drug' or 'I can see
for miles'.  Major bass action."
    There was a knock.  Karen ran over and let in Josh and Erin.
Quickly, drinks were poured and a couple joints were moving around.
    "You two," said Maria, walking into the living room, in bare
feet and a black cotton skirt, "Never thought you'd--"
    "What?" said Erin, tossing her coat onto a chair.  "Why not?"
    "I don't know.  It just seemed so random the way you started
going out, and now you're all lovey-dovey."
 
    "Let's do best-worst," said Karen, pouring some orange juice
into a glass with some Absolut.
    "I'll start," said Erin, "The worst is when you've only seen
one episode of 'Mystery Science Theater 3000' in your whole life,
the one with all the motorcycles--"
    "Sidehackers," said Howard.
    "Yeah, that one.  And then, two years later, you happen to be
in a place that gets that comedy network, so you decide to watch
it, and it's that SAME GODDAMMED EPISODE!"
    "Yup, that's the worst."
    "Why does that happen?"
    "My guess is there's really only one episode, and they just
keep showing it."
    Josh took a drag off the joint, handed it to me and said, "The
best is when you're taking a pee, and you spit, and it splits right
in half because of the stream."
    "Oh really?" said Karen.  "I'll have to try that.  *NOT*."    
Maria took a healthy drag and said, "Bridges."
    "Well," said Howard, the GW is okay but I like the Ben Franklin
right here in town."
    "You know what I mean."
    "How about that bridge to Taxi?" said Howard, who had recently
learned all the words.
    "Well, hang on," said Maria, heading to Howard's room to get
his acoustic.  Karen scowled, downed her screwdriver and poured
another.  Erin whispered something to Josh and he nodded his head. 
I measured out equal parts triple-sec, lime juice, and Absolut into
a big, ice-filled pitcher,put the lid on it, shook it all up, and
brought it over with some glasses.
    Maria sat down cross-legged and played the beginning chords
to 'Taxi', then went straight to the bridge,
 
    [ Whoa, I've got something inside me
      To drive a princess blind
      There's a wild man wizard, he's hiding in me
      Illuminatin my mind
      Whoa, I've got something inside me,
      Not what my life's about
      'Cos I've been letting my outside tide me
      Over 'till my time runs out.
 
      Baby's so high that she's skyin'
      Yes she's flying, afraid to fall.
      I'll tell you why baby's crying
      'Cos she's dying; aren't we all? ]
 
    "That's a good one.  What about 'Live and Let Die'?"
    Guns n Roses were on MTV.
    "Gosh MTV," said Karen.  "You think maybe we could see aNOTHER
Guns n Roses video?"
    Howard unmuted it just as Axl started in on the bridge:
 
    [ What does it matter to you?
      When you got a job to do, you got to do it well.
      You got to give the other fella hell--]
 
     Maria covered her ears with her hands.  "Ouch.  He *does*
sound like a coyote trapped in barbed wire fence."
    "All right," said Karen.  "Remember 'I'll stop the World and
Melt With You'?  Kick-ass bridge there."
    "Musical Youth?" said Erin.
    "Reggae.  Kids.  They did 'Pass the Dutchie'"
    "Cool song.  Modern English did 'Stop the World'.  Whole
bridge is built around these three notes."  She played them.  "The
future's...open wide."
     "I remember it from 'Valley Girl'."
     "The worst," said Howard, "has to be that Lionel Ritchie song
from 'White Knights', 'Say You, Say Me.'"
     "Is that the video where he seduces a blind girl?"
     "That was 'Hello'.  Ugh."
     "'Say you say me' is so bad because it starts out like a fast
song, then grinds to a halt with this preposterous 'you are a
shooting star' bit, then finishes as a slow song.  It's the worst."
     "The best," said Karen, "was when Bugs Bunny is crashing in
that airplane or spaceship or something and it stops just before it
hits the ground and he gets out, chews on a carrot and says, 'ran
outta gas'.  That was the coolest."
     "Hey," I said, "You remember Goofus and Gallant?"
     Goofus and Gallant was Howard's idea, and he was the
undisputed master.
     Josh shook his head.  Erin nudged him and said, "Oh you do
too.  It's a cartoon from 'Highlights for Children'.  I read it in
the dentist's office.  You know, it's got the same cover every
month and you open it up and go straight to the Goofus and Gallant
cartoon.  Goofus is the big dumb bully and Gallant is the all-
American, clean-cut--"
     "Okay, yeah," said Josh, "so how does this one work?"
     "Like this," said Karen.  "Goofu says, 'Let's fuck, BA-BEE'"
     Howard said, "Gallant says, 'My place or yours?'"
     Erin said, "I like this.  What about...Goofus says, 'I got ten
big inches of throbbing manmeat for ya, babe!'."
     "Gallant says, "My Maserati does 185"
     "Goofus says, 'Dyke.'"
     Howard said, "Gallant says, 'Maybe I'll see you at the
pro-choice march.'"
     "Wow, you're good," said Erin.
     "Goofus says, 'Who farted?'"
     "Gallant says, 'It's a beautiful night for a walk.  Shall
we?'"
     "Goofus says,  'You've got some big-ass jugs'."
     "Gallant says, 'I bet you'd make a wonderful mother'."
     "Gimme a Goofus, any Goofus."
     "Goofus says, "You are soo fat.  What'd you eat--the
universe??!!"
     "Gallant says, "You are everything to me."
     Maria said, "Goofus says, 'Buy your own damn rags.  Who do I
look like--Alan Fucking Alda??!!'"
     Howard didn't even have to think about it.  "Gallant says,
'I'll pick up some herbal tea and Haagen-Dasz, too.  Back in a
flash.'"
     Erin said, "What else do you do?"   
     Karen refilled all our glasses from the kamikaze pitcher and
said, "Retrograde jokes."
     "Retrograde?" said Erin.
     "Punch lines first.  You have to figure out the joke."
     Karen said, "Stvie Wonder doing a Rubik's Cube."
     Howard said, "What goes click, did I get it yet?  Click, did
I get it yet?  Click, did I get it yet?"
     Erin spit out some Kamikaze.  "Ouch."
     Josh said, "The guy sitting in front of Pee Wee Herman."
     Erin said, "Ooh, what goes like this?" and started rubbing the
back of her head.
     "Nice.  Real nice."
     "Truth or Dare, then?" said Karen.
     Howard said, "I'll put on some tunes."  And then he was up,
fiddling through some cd's.
 
   [ Farewell to this land's cheerless marches
     hemmed in like a boar between arches ]
 
     "Haven't heard from Morrissey in awhile," said Josh.  
 
   [ her very Lowness with her head in a sling
     I'm truly sorry-but it sounds like a wonderful thing ]
 
     Karen said, "Morrissey plus red meat equals..."
     "Got me."
     "Howard," said Karen.  "Grab the cd of 'Bona Drag', will you?"
     He did.
     "Morrissey plus red meat equals..." She showed us the cover. 
     "Vanilla friggin' Ice.  My God."
     Pretty scary, eh?  C'mon, truth or dare."
 
   [ dear Charles, don't you ever crave
     to appear on the front of the Daily mail 
     dressed in your Mother's bridal veil? 
     ...
     has the world changed, or have I changed?
     has the world changed, or have I changed?
     ...
     life is very long, when you're lonely
     life is very long, when you're lonely ]
 
     "All right," said Josh.  "Truth or dare?"
     "Dare."
     "Show us your--"  Karen's sweatshirt was already halfway up
her ribcage.  "--Birthmark."
     Maria laughed.  Karen smoothed out her sweatshirt and pulled
the left side of her shorts down a little, revealing a pale brown
heart on the inside of her hip.
     "Cute," said Erin.
     "Truth or dare, Erin?"
     
   [ Panic on the streets of London 
     Panic on the streets of Birmingham 
     ...
     Burn down the Disco
     Hang the blessed D.J.
     Because the music that they constantly play
     IT SAYS NOTHING TO ME ABOUT MY LIFE ]
     
     "Hang the DJ's," said Howard.  "You gotta love Morrissey."   
     "At least he's real," said Maria.
     
   [ Hang the blessed D.J.
     Because the music they constantly play
     ...
     Hang the D.J., Hang the D.J., Hang the D.J..
     Hang the D.J., Hang the D.J., Hang the D.J..
     HANG THE D.J., HANG THE D.J., HANG THE D.J.
     HANG THE D.J., HANG THE D.J., HANG THE D.J. ]
    
     "Quit stalling, Maria.  "We know you're not shy."
 
   [ Shyness is nice, but
     Shyness can stop you 
     From doing all the things in life
     That you'd like to
     So, if there's something you'd 
     like to try 
     ASK ME-I WON'T SAY "NO"-HOW COULD I? ]
 
     Erin finished off her kamikaze and poured another.
     "Truth."
     Karen said, "Do you make Josh wear a condom?"  Josh was openly
bisexual.
     She leaned her head against his shoulder.  "He insists."     
     "Awww."
 
   [ Spending warm, Summer days indoors
     Writing frightening verse
     To a buck-toothed girl in Luxembourg
     ASK ME, ASK ME ,ASK ME
     ASK ME, ASK ME ,ASK ME
     ...
     Because if it's not Love
     Then it's the Bomb
     That will bring us together ]
 
     "Maria?  Truth or Dare?"
     "Shit.  I wanted to ask Karen something.  But she never does
truths."
     "Go ahead, sweetness, ask me I won't say no how could I?"
     Maria poured herself some from the pitcher.
     "How come you hate me?"
     Erin nudged Josh and he nodded slightly.
     "Look, sweet--"
     "And stop calling me sweetness.  I hate that."
     "What do you want from me?  I don't much like girls anyway and
before you showd up I was the queen.  How could I not resent you? 
With your guitars and your voice, what the hell do you expect--"
     "Karen,--"
     "No.  She asked.  And I don't hate you.  It's just hard for me
to not be in the spotlight, all right?  I have a big problem with
that."
     "Wow," sad Erin.  "Total buzzkill."
     "Fuck off."
     "Hey."  Howard lit up another joint and was passing it around.
 
     "All right," said Karen.  "I answered a truth.  You owe me a
dare."
     Maria drank some more and said, "All right.  Lemme pee first."
Soon she was back.
     "All right.  Dare."
     Karen said, "Two words.  Eat me."
     "Karen--"
     "I see how you look at me.  Come on, I want you to.  And I
don't even like girls.  Make me like it."  Karen got up and sat
down on the couch.
     "Rich--" Maria looked at me.
     "Go ahead.  Just don't fall in love."
     "Ha.  Not fucking likely." She lifted her skirt to her thighs
and walked over on her knees to the couch.  She reached up and
Karen lifted her hips and she slid down Karen's shorts and dropped
them beside her.
     "Oooh, nice," said Maria, running her hand along the inside of
Karen's thighs, pushing them apart slightly.  Then she seemed to
have an idea and sat up on the couch next to Karen.  She reached
one arm behind the half-naked girl and lifted off her sweatshirt
when Karen raised her arms.
     "You've got the best tits," said Maria, squeezing them
together and moving from one nipple to the other with her mouth,
finally teething across both of them.  Karen arched her back and
groaned.  Maria took a nipple between her teeth and stretched it
away from Karen as her hand rubbed circles on her belly,
occasionally sliding over her shaven mons.  Maria kissed Karen
behind her ear, down her neck, and over her scapula.  Karen
shivered.  Maria ran a hand over Karen's upper arm.
     "Look at all these goosebumps!"
     "I haven't felt like this since the first time I heard the
Faith album."
     Without taking my eyes off the scene, I quickly slipped in the
cd and came back.
 
     [ Well I guess it would be nice
       If I could touch your body.
       I know not everybody's
       Got a body like you. ]
      
      Karen pulled Maria's head back to her breast.  Maria licked
and sucked at the swollen ridges, the nipple knobby as a walnut
shell.
 
     [ But I gotta think twice
       Before I give my heart away.
       I know all the games you play
       Because I play them too ]
 
     Maria's hand travelled over Karen's belly, hip, and thigh
before it finally stopped, cupping the soft fullness between her
legs.  Karen's thighs parted still more as Maria moved the whole
area around over Karen's pubic bone.  She slid a forefinger between
Karen's folds and Karen gasped.
     "Have you been doing your exercises?" asked Maria.  "Tighten."
A look of concentration came over Karen's face and Erin gasped as
Karen's cunt appeared to suck in the brunette's finger.
    "Good girl," said Maria.  "You've been a very good girl.  That
deserves a kiss."  And she leaned down and planted a kiss right on
Karen's clit.  
 
  [ Well I need some time off
    From that emotion
    Time to pick my heart up off the floor ]
 
    Karen took a breath and said, "You're gonna have to work.  I've
been drinking."
    "Sweetness," said Maria.  "Put a sock in it, okay?"  Then she
reached under Karen's knees and pulled her legs up onto the couch
spinning her ninety degrees. Karen let her left leg dangle over the
side of the couch and her right leg stretch out straight to the
floor.  Her legs were spread very wide.
    "My God.  You are so pink."  Maria lay on her stomach, her
knees bent and bare feet pointing in the air, toes curling and
uncurling as she worked.  She started by sliding her thumb into
Karen's hole and the tip of her forefinger into her ass.  Karen
arched her hips up to bring in more.  Maria's fingertip made little
circles in Karen's ass tunnel as her thumb worked against her
pelvic floor.  All the while her other hand was strumming across
her clit as her tongue disappeared between the younger girl's
folds, occasionally grazing against her clit.  Karen arched up and
said, "Oh shit.  Eat me.  Suck me.  Oh God.  Fuck.  Suck me.  Lick
it.  Mmmm.  Mmmm.  Fuck.  Oh shit."  
     Then, Maria began to really eat her in earnest, sliding her
tongue deep into the bottom, drawing it up hard over Karen's pubic
bone and finishing by grazing it over her clit.  She kept repeating
this while her hands ran over Karn's waist and hips and buttocks. 
We thought that Karen would pass out for certain.  Then, Maria just
went completely nuts, using her cheeks, chin, her nose--
transferring the moisture until her entire face, and Karen's
thighs, were very shiny and slick.  Karen's face went through a
series of contortions and she dug her toes into the carpet.  Soon, 
the younger girl's whole body tensed, her fingers tight in Maria's 
hair, and she made noises she had no choice about.
     When Karen's body went slack, Maria wiped her face on the
girl's thigh, looked up and said, "Still hate me?"
     "Bitch," said Karen, and theatrically sat up and slid down
the couch and landed in a heap on the floor.  "That was sooo
fucking intense."
     Maria slid up a little on he couch then leaned over, took
Karen's head in her hands and kissed her, full on the lips--a long,
juicy, thrilling kiss that seemed to go on and on.
     "Um," said Josh, "think maybe we oughta leave?"
     "Nah.  Howard," said Erin.  "You got any incense?"
     Everyone laughed and Maria helped Karen back into her clothes
and hurried into the bathroom.  Howard dug up a stick of incense,
lit it, and put it into a holder on a table.
     "While you're up, Howard," said Maria, over the running water.
"Why don't you deep-six the George Michael?"
     Soon Howard and Maria returned.  Howard whispered something to
Karen and she smiled and then nodded.
     Erin said, "My God, Karen.  Your face--"
     Karen said, "What."
     Erin shook her head.  "You've just got that look.  I've never
seen you quite this, this--"
     "Soft," said Josh.
     "Yeah, this soft.  You're all languid.  And your face is
pinker than your shirt."
     "Stah-ahp," said Karen, and leaned back into Howard.  He
kissed her on top of her spiky hair and folded his arms around her.
     "So fucking intense," said Karen and she shivered in an
afterimage of the orgasm.
     "Who's up?"
     "How."
     "Truth or Dare?"
     "Dare."  
 
    [ "Show me how you do that trick
      The one that makes me scream" she said
      "The one that makes me laugh" she said
      And threw her arms around my neck
      "Show me how you do it
      And I promise you I promise that
      I'll run away with you
      I'll run away with you" ]
     
      "The Cure," I said.  "All right, How.  We need a break.  Do
a trick.  Any trick."
     "All right.  Anyone have a fresh pack of cigarettes?"
     Erin produced an unopened pack of Marlboro Lights and handed
it to Howard.  Karen sat up, and Howard carefully undid the
wrapper, crumpled up and tossed the foil, and pulled out a
cigarette.  He lit it, took a puff, then with the cigarette burned
a hole carefully into the larger half of the plastic wrapper, right
near the bottom.
     "All right, I'll do two tricks.  First, my duck call."  Karen
and I groaned and he raised the wrapper carefully to his lips and
said, "Here, Ducky, Ducky.  Here, Ducky, Ducky."
     "Boo."
     "Hsssss."
     "All right.  Hold on.  I told you I had another.
 
    [ Spinning on that dizzy edge
      I kissed her face and kissed her had
      And dreamed of all the different ways I had
      To make her glow
      "Why are you so far away?" she said
      "Why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you
      That I'm in love with you" ]
 
     "And because you booed me, Erin, you get to be my lovely
assistant."
     "Fine."
     "Hold out your arm and make a fist."
     "Is this going to hurt?"
     "Just do it.  Don't be such a--"
     She did as he asked.
 
    [ You
      Soft and only
      You
      Lost and lonely
      You
      Strange as angels
      Dancing in the deepest oceans
      Twisting in th water
      You're just like a dream ]
 
      He carefully balanced the wrapper on her arm.  Then he held
the lighter up to the small hole he had burned near the top.  Next
he pulled back the little plastic piece and we could hear a hiss as
the gas came out.  After a few seconds he brought his thumb down on
the roller part of the lighter, a spark flew, and the plastic
wrapper exploded over Erin's arm in a burst of flame.
     "Yeeow," yelled Erin, jerking back her arm and rubbing it
against her thigh.  Josh inspected the forearm.
     "Didn't even leave a mark."
     "Well, it still hurt."
     Josh kissed her forearm and dragged the tip of his tongue
along it into the crook of her elbow.
     "Hey, save it, tiger."
     Karen leaned back into Howard and said, more to herself than
anyone, "So fucking intense."
 
    [ Daylight licked me into shape
      I must have been asleep for days
      And moving lips to breathe her name
      I opened up my eyes
      And found myself alone alone
      Alone above a raging sea
      That stole the only girl I loved
      And drowned her deep inside of me
 
      You
      Soft and only
      You
      Lost and lonely
      You
      Just like heaven ]
 
     "Truth or dare, Josh?"
     "Truth."
     Karen said, "What does Erin not do for you, in bed, that you
wish she would?"
     "Wow."
     "Well?"
     "Well, Erin's pretty uninhibited, but for some reason all the
straight girls I've been with have this weird phobia about using
their fists."
     "Jah-ahsh--"
     "So she doesn't pummel you?  Is that what you're saying?"    
     "Very funny, Karen."
     Maria said, "Shame to waste such a cute butt."
     "Waste?"
     "Hey," said Erin.  "Did you hear?  There was this big shakeup
in the airline industry?"
     "Nope, what?"
     "Aer Lingus merged with Cunningham Airlines."
     Numerous groans and Karen said, "Aeringham?  I don't get it."
 
     "Rich," said Maria.  "Truth or dare?"
     Still gunshy from the last time I took a dare I said, "Truth."
     "Tell me something," said Maria.  "Something real.  Something
real and beautiful and true.  Tell me something I'll never forget."
     I'd had an idea kicking around in my head for awhile, so I 
said, "Come here."
 
     She sat down next to me.
 
     I took a breath and said, "I love neither the princess nor the
whore, but rather the princess inside the whore; the whore in the
princess.  None of us is ever just one thing.  We fall in love with
the incongruities.  For example, you love me because to the world
I talk so tough, but inside, behind that door to which only you
have the key, lurks the warmest, sweetest, most affectionate child
on this planet.  I will never ever stop touching you."
     "Maria?"
     "And I love you because everyone can see that you are
beautiful and smart and talented.  But I know that later tonight,
when we're alone, you will be a ravenous, passionate tigress, with
hungry eyes, and you will part for me and hold me tight and you
will scream my name."
     "Ree?"
     "Ree?"
 


                  TRUTH OR DARE--PART III


          [Once I ran to you,
           Now I run from you
           This tainted love you're giving,
           I give you all a boy can give
           Take my hand and that's not nearly--]
 
     "Where the hell did you find that, How?" asked Maria.
     "In the archives.  Cool tape."
     "Where are Erin and Josh?"
     "They'll be here," said Karen.  "Relax.  I'm gonna order some
pizzas."
     Howard said, "Call California Pizza.  Get a couple of Super
Hawaiians."
     "And a small plain," added Maria.
     Karen called and ordered.  "They said twenty minutes or so." 
     "Cool," said Howard, already lighting a bowl.  "I'm starved."
     A knock.
     "They're here," said Maria, her skirt whooshing as she ran to
the door.
     Josh and Erin came in.
     "We ordered some pizza," said Karen.  "It'll be here soon."
     Tia Carerra, that Oriental woman from Wayne's World was on
MTV,
singing her cover of 'Ballroom Blitz'.
     "Ooh, check this out."  Maria turned up the volume.
 
          [...and the girl in the corner
           lets no one ignore her
           cause she thinks she's the passionate one.
           It's electric, so frightfully hectic--]
 
     Then she muted it and added,
 
          [from another dimension,
           with voyeuristic intentions--]
 
     Erin said, "I haven't seen Rocky Horror in so long."
     Karen said, "Up at the Video Library they have a copy that's
subtitled in Japanese.  But I can understand it because I'm fluent
in all the Romance languages."
     "And Australian," I added, getting some drinks together.  I
set up the six glasses, poured in a shot of Absolut.  Josh came
over.  
     "What are you concocting now?"  He saw the Bailey's and the
Strawberry Schnapps.
     "Watch.  This is the tricky part.  I poured the Bailey's over
the back of a spoon and it settled into a grayish blob on top of
the vodka.  "It's called a brain hemorrhage.  There's the brain--" 
I held the schnapps about a foot over the glass.  "Here comes the
hemorrhage."  I poured in the schnapps and it went straight to the
bottom, dragging bits of the Bailey's with it.
     "That is soooo nasty-looking."
     "It's all right.  You drink it all at once and you end up with
a nice glop of gloop on the back of your tongue."
     We passed the drinks to everyone.
     "What's with all these Wings covers?  What's next?  Ministry
doing 'Band on the Run?'"
     "Skinny Puppy is gonna cover 'Silly Love Songs.'
     Karen downed her hemorrhage.  "This should be called a
blowjob.  Tastes kinda funky."
     "Where the *fuck* is that pizza?" said Maria.  "It's been over
45 minutes."
     "I'll give em a call."
     I picked up the phone in the living room.  Howard, nix this
tape.
            [And I run
             I run so far away--]
 
     "Any suggestions?"
     "Yeah.  Something cool.  Make the girls wanna dance."  He
passed the bowl to Josh and headed to the stereo.  I called the
pizza place.
     "Hello?  Yeah, we ordered some pizzas a while ago and it's
been over an hour--On his way--Well, the problem is, we got a kid
here, and she's hypoglycemic--yeah, yeah--*Well, *anything*?  A
candy bar?  A sixpack of Pepsi?  Some glucose solution?  Do you
know what the first signs of shock are?  Shit, cover her with a
blanket, How.  Any minute?  Fine.  Thanks.
 
            [My spy boy saw you spy boy sittin' by the fi-yo
             My spy boy told your spy boy, "I'm gonna set you flag 
             on fi-yo."]
 
     "Ooh, Howard," said Maria, pulling Erin up to dance with her. 
"You're the best."          
 
            [I said, "Hey now," "Hey now,"
             Aiko Aiko all day, jockomo feno na na nay, jockomoa  
             feena nay.]
 
     Josh emptied the bowl and refilled with some of his own.
Maria was completely nuts.  
     Erin said, "Maria, what's gotten into you?"
     "Oh, nothing.  Just happy, I guess.  I really really like this
song."
             
            [My grandma and your grandma were sitting by the fire 
             Said my grandma to your grandma, "Gonna get your tail 
             on fire."]
 
     Josh took a hit and handed the bowl to Karen.
     "Nice," she said.  "Sense?"
     "Columbian."
     Howard said, Where the hell did you find--"
     "Can't tell.  Sorry."
     Karen said, "I'm going on a picnic and I'm
bringing...cockroaches."
     I said, "Cauliflower?"
     "Nope."
     "Hornets?" said Howard.
     "Nope."
     "What's this?" said Erin.  "How do you play?"
     "It's the picnic game.  One person starts and you have to
figure out what you're allowed to bring to the picnic.  For
example, if I said 'Toast' and you said 'Fries' and my pattern was
foods that you can precede with 'French'...you see?  Or it could be
based on the letters of your name, anything.  It's hard."
     "Well?  Just take a guess."
     "Oh, I know," said Howard.  "But it's not fair."
     "Let them guess," said Karen.
     "I'm bringing, "More cockroaches," said Erin.
     "Okay," said Karen.
 
            [When they come to take you down When they bring that 
             wagon 'round
             When they come to call on you and drag your poor body 
             down]
 
     Maria sang along.
     Erin said, "Just cockroaches, huh?"
     "I'm not telling."
     "Oh, I know," said Josh.  "It's what will survive a nuclear
war."
      "Not too shabby, Josh.  Not too shabby at all."
      "Let's do something easier.  Where is that pizza?" said Erin.
I'm getting Major munchies."
      I called them again.  "--low blood sugar, doesn't look good. 
What?  His car was *stolen*?  Someone else is on the way?"
      A knock.  Karen got up.
      Maria said, "I dare you to answer the door with your shirt
off."
      Karen collected money and dropped her shirt on the couch. 
 
            [Just one thing I ask of you, just one thing for me
             Please forget you know my name, my darling Sugaree
             Shake it, shake it sugaree, just don't tell them that 
             you know me
             Shake it, shake it sugaree, just don't tell them that 
             you know me.]
 
     "You were right, Maria," said Erin.  "They *are* nice."
     We all watched as she opened the door, and the pizza guy's jaw
dropped to his shoes.  She paid him.
     He said, "I-I'm awfully sorry it took so long, so w-we threw
in some extra stuff.  F-free."
     "Thanks.  That was sweet."  The pizza kid was visibly shaken,
especially when Karen said, "Shit.  Not enough money for a tip. 
What *can* I give you instead.  Brrr, it's cold out there.  Look!"
     But he was already gone.  Now, sometimes California Pizza will
call us up and ask us if we want anything.
     Howard and Erin got together some paper plates and Maria says,
"I guess it's truth or dare time."  
     The pizza disappeared noisily.
     "Does that count as the first one?" said Josh.
     "Nah," said Karen, finally pulling her shirt back on.  "That
was just random."
     "Man, am I buzzed," said Erin.
     "Howard, grab a bottle of tequila and put on some Steely Dan. 
I like theme music."
 
          [...the Cuervo Gold, the fine Columbian,
           make tonight a wonderful thing]
 
     "Ok, truth or dare, How."
     "Truth."
     "Tell us something that'd really embarrass Karen.  I mean
really."
     He laughed and said, "Well, earlier today, we were talking
about the movie 'Grease' and--"
     "Howard..."
     "No, go on."
     "About how everyone's seen it a lot and Karen said--"
     Karen said, "I don't see what the big deal is."
     "Stop interrupting."
     "She said 'I have seen that movie, literally, three times.' 
So we got into this fight about how she doesn't know how to use the
word 'literally'.  She's like, 'Whaddayoumean, I *have* seen Grease
three times, what's the big deal?"
     "Yeah," said Karen.  "So?"
     "She still doesn't get it.  A person might say, I've seen
Grease,
literally, dozens of times."
     "That *is* silly, Karen."
     "No, but I only saw it three times.
 
          [she don't remember,
           the Queen of Soul...
           Please take me along when you slide on down--]
     "Truth or Dare, Karen."
     "Dare."
     "Get naked and do a whippet."
     "Cool.  You have whippets?"
     "What's a whippet?" asked Erin.
     "It's nitrous oxide.  You'll see."  
     Howard brought back a box of whippets, a balloon, and a
canister.  And some smelling salts.
     "Those things really fry your brain, don't they?" said Josh,
taking a deep hit off the bowl.
     "I'll live," said Karen, already naked.
      WHOOOSH.  The balloon inflated.  Howard pinched off the end
and handed it to her.
     "What's *that* for," said Erin, about the smelling salt.  
     "Watch."
     Karen brought the balloon to her lips and leaned back against
Howard, her feet in Erin's lap.  It deflated.
     "Oh shit," said Karen, in a voice about five octaves lower
than normal.  She smiled, made two fists; then her eyes rolled back
and she slumped against Howard.
     "Wow," said Erin, tickling the soles of Karen's feet.  "Looks
intense."
     "It is.  It only lasts for maybe a minute or so."  Howard
squeezed and broke the smelling salt and passed it back and forth
under his girlfriend's nose.  No response.
     "Oh shit," said Erin.
     "Gimme that," I said, and he gave me the smelling salt.  I
smelled it and got a boner.  "Look at her nipples."  They were
frighteningly stiff.  Howard pinched them.
     "Wow, like rocks."
     This is no smelling salt, How.  This is fucking amyl.
     "Oops," he giggled.  "Boy, is my face red or what?"
     "Amyl?" said Josh, and grabbed a capsule from Howard, squeezed
it and inhaled deeply.
     "YEEEOOOWWW!!" and his head snapped back.  Howard grabbed it
from him quickly and revived Karen with it.  Her hand slid between
her thighs and she started lazily stroking herself.
     "Mmmmmm, did I miss anything?"  She looked down at her hand. 
"What the hell am I doing?"
     We laughed.        
     "Oh," said Erin.  "I wanna try one."  Before Josh could talk
her out of it, she was handed a balloon.  "If I faint," she said,
"I better not wake up with my skirt up around my waist."  She
inhaled the balloon and after a few seconds began giggling
uncontrollably.  "Oh, hee hee, man, hee hee, what a rush, hee hee."
     After a few moments Erin returned to the planet.  "I don't
know," she said.  "There's something in the air--"
     "Oh Lord."
     "Truth or Dare," Josh?"
     "Dare."
     Karen whispered something to Maria and her eyes opened wide
and she nodded vigorously.  The both ran back towards the bedrooms.
 
When they returned, Maria had a violin bow in one hand and a cube
of rosin in the other.  She twisted the knob on the end of the bow,
tightened it, and began rosining it.
     "Hey, what the hell--" said Josh, staring at the bow.  "Not
enough amyl on the planet--"
     Erin laughed.  "You're not planning on doing any permanent
damage to him, are you?"
     Karen opened her hand.  In it was a butt-harp.
     "It's called a butt harp, Josh.  I found it in the city last
time I went home.  Have been saving it."
     "It looks evil."
     "It's completely benign, she said, swinging it like a bolo. 
"Honest.  You'll see.  So will Howard."
     "Huh?"
     "Oh, come on, we know you're not shy."
     "I'm game," said Josh.
     "Fine, said Howard.
     "So, take off your pants and underwear and be on all fours,
both of you."
     "Oooh," said Erin.  "I think I'm gonna like this.  I want
another whippet."
     I gave it to her and she inhaled it and when Howard and Josh
backed next to each other, their butts nearly touching, her hand
disappeared inside her skirt.
     "All right," said Karen.  "Now we've got some meat.  Hold on,
I'll be right back."  She came back while she was pulling on some
latex gloves.  "Gotta be responsible, you know."
     Josh gasped as she slid the ball into him.  The other end went
into Howard.  
     "Walk forward a little, Howard, until it's tight.  He did. 
Karen took off the gloves and plucked the wire.
     "Hey," said Howard.  "Can I have a beer?"
     SMACK!  His ass reddened from where she'd slapped it.  He got
hard.
     "The bow."  Maria handed it to her.  I did a shot of the
tequila
and looked at Karen  It looked as if she were trying to memorize
every
detail and store it away as fodder for future fantasies.  I knew
she'd
get mileage out of *this* tableau.  She dragged the bow across the
wire.
Josh and Howard both shuddered.
     "Wow!"  
     I pulled Maria over against me and slid my hand up along her
thigh.  Her eyes were riveted on Josh and Howard and she was very
wet.  Erin had moved her other hand between a couple buttons on her
shirt and was unabashedly working herself over.
     "Turn over," said Karen.  "I wanna try something."  She helped
both of them roll onto their backs.  The wire was an inch or so off
the carpet.  Erin gasped when she saw how hard they both were and
increased her ministrations.  
     "Erin," she said.  "Get your hand out of your twat and come
here."  She did.  Karen straddled Howard and lowered herself slowly
onto him, grabbing Josh like a stickshift to steady herself.  
     "Oh my."
     Erin removed Karen's hand and, pulling her panties aside,
squatted onto Josh and was soon moving in small circles on him.
Karen leaned forward, her face in Erin's chest, and drew the bow
across the wire.  Erin screamed.  
     "Did you feel that, Karen?!  Do it again."  
     Erin stopped moving and let Karen control all four of them
with that bow, going from long strokes to shorter staccato ones,
pausing every few measures to prolong it.  Maria came grinding
against my palm.
     "Maria," said Karen.  "Take over the bow wouldja?"
     She did.  Karen sat up straight and pulled off her shirt. 
Erin unbuttoned her own.  Maria started with the bow again,
tweaking both girls' nipples with her free hand.  Soon, both Erin
and Karen were grinding away fiercely.  I, lonesome, walked over
and slid in behind Maria.  Erin lifted up her skirt and we could
see that Josh had come.
     "Howard, too,"  said Karen.  
     "Oh.  Me too," said Erin.  "Mmmmmmm."
     "Oh yeah," said Karen.
     "Wow."  
 
     We're still reeling.



      RICHH:  TRUTH OR DARE #4--PART A


     For a change, we were at Josh's.
     "Well," said Ellen, Karen's slightly psychopathic cousin, 
"the one song that always sends a chill up *my* spine is 'Woman',
by John Lennon."
     "Oooh yeah."
     "Anything by the Cocteau Twins," said Josh.
     "'She's Leaving Home'," said Howard.
     "Early Billy Joel."
     "Rich?"
     "One summer I was seeing this girl who lived off of exit 8 on
the Jersey Turnpike, and I remember driving home every night like
2 or 3 am, just going through all the stations until I found
'Thunder Road'."
     "There's no lonely like the 3 am Jersey turnpike lonely."
     Howard filled a bowl.
     Josh said, "Rich, gimme a hand with some drinks, will ya?"
     I followed him to the kitchen.  He opened up a cabinet and
pulled out some bottles.  "Let's see...there's Absolut in the
fridge, we got Bailey's, Chambord, Pernod..."
     "Pernod?"
     "Green creme de menthe..."
     How much?"
     "Almost a full bottle, why?"
     "One of Paul's drinks.  Dirty girl scout.  Vodka, Bailey's,
creme de menthe."  We made a bunch and joined the others.  
     "Howard," said Maria.
     "Yeah?"   
     "What is the funniest thing you ever heard your parents say?"
     "Funniest, eh?  That's easy.  I was in 8th grade.  Rich was in
high school.  In health class, we were--"
     "Mr Wallace?" I said.
     "Mr.  Emery.  Oh God, remember that masturbation thing?"
     "Masturbation thing?" said Karen.
     "When I had health, the teacher asked 'Does anyone know what
masturbation is?'  Well, you know how it is in 8th grade.  You
don't admit to even knowing how to spell the word...So no one said
anything.  After a few seconds I raised my hand.  My left hand. 
'Yes, Rich, why don't you tell us what masturbation is.'  I said,
'Beats me.'"
     "Heh.  Howard, well...?"
     "Like I was saying, I was in 8th grade and the teacher had
told us about 'simultaneous orgasms' which, at the time, sounded
pretty cool."
     "Overrated."
     "Lame."
     "Well, anyhow, we were all at breakfast on Sunday and I asked
my mom, 'Mom, have you and dad ever had any simultaneous orgasms?"
     "Hee."
     "My dad put down the paper and said, "Oh sure.  Many times. 
Now, we weren't in the same room, mind you, but still..."
     "I remember."
     "Your parents are funny, How."
     "Can be.  So is it truth or dare, then?" said Howard.  "That
was a truth."
     "Hey, no retroactive shit," said Josh.
     "My ass," said Howard.
     "Whatever turns you on, How," said Josh.
     "Fuck that," I said.  "besides, where the fuck are we gonna
find a caulking gun and a bottle of Karo syrup?  At this hour??"
     "I've got both those things," said Josh.
     "Bastid."
     "Truth or dare, Ellen?" said Maria.
     "Truth.".
     "Tell us about your first sexual experience.  With another
girl.
     Ellen was plump and told some of the raunchiest jokes.  She'd
been with Josh for about two months.  "Okay.  I was in 8th grade. 
My best friend was this girl, Janet.  She was a year younger but we
hung out all the time anyhow.  Both my parents worked so she would
come over to my house after school and we'd go up to my parents'
room and watch tv or listen to the radio.  We watched, oh, you
remember Dance USA?"
     Maria admitted, "I was *on* it.  Once."
     "Yikes.  Well, we watched that, cartoons, whatever.  Sometimes
we'd smoke.  But we'd go outside if we were going to do *that*.  
     Well, one day, we're just lying there, and Janet says: 
     "Ellen, can I ask you something?"  
     "Sure."  
     <In these <> things will be present activity.  Anything else
is Ellen's story.>
     <"Now, Janet had a funny way of putting sentences together
sometimes, especially if she was nervous.">
      Janet said, "Do you ever, oh, like at night, before you go to
sleep, thinking about guys, or slow-dancing, or in the bathtub, do
you--"  
     <Well, I knew her well enough to know what she was getting at,
and since I was supposed to be the neighborhood 'bad' girl, I
said,>
     "Do I ever masturbate?  Play with myself?"  
     "*Do* you?"  
     "Do *you*?"  
     "I asked first."  
     "So you do, then."  
     "I didn't say that."  
     "If you didn't, you would have said no right away.  It's okay. 
So do I."  
     "You do?"  
     "Sure.  All the time."  
     "All the time?"  
     "Well, not *all*..."  
     "How do you..you know...do you inside...outside...what do you
think about?"  
     "Well,' Ellen said, "Why don't I just show you."  <"We were
both still in our uniforms and I just pulled up my skirt and slid
down and kicked off my panties and started going for it."
     "Coolness," said Karen.  "Hey, you never told me about any of
this."
     "I guess I never thought you'd be interested."
     "Bitch," said Karen.
     "Go on," said Josh.>
     <"Well, Janet was sitting up, her legs tucked under her,
studying me intently, staring at my hands, my face, everything. 
Sometimes she'd look in the mirror on my mom's bureau for a
different angle.  So I knew I had to put on a good show.  I mean,
I really got LOUD."
     "Hee."
     "I did things I never had tried, just to turn her on.  I
reached my one hand under my thigh and slid in a couple fingers. 
My other hand was playing  with my clit and I was moaning and
gyrating, calling out names of boys we knew, hinting at some huge
fantasy in my head, saying things like:" >
     "Oh yes, yes, kiss me there.  Yes.  Get the chocolate.  Ooooh. 
That's so nice."
     <"Finally, I reached up and pulled Janet back down so she was
laying next to me and with my left hand I did me and I slid my
right hand into her panties and did her the same way.  She just
whimpered and held my wrist and said:">
     "Oh my God, this is just like I imagined it..."
     <"So this 'sexplay' became a daily part of our after-school
routine.  It was funny.  We kept daring each other to go farther
and farther.  Things really got wild when Shemp wandered in..."
     Karen screeched.
     "Shemp?"
     "Our collie.  We kept the door open so we could hear when
either of my parents came in.  Well, I was on my back and Janet was
eating me when he just kinda came wandering in.  I was kinda
surprised that he hadn't before."> 
     Janet looked over at the dog and patted her hand on the bed
and said, "Hey Shemp, good boy, good boy.  Up on the bed.  Come
here. Good boy."
     <"I *loved* that dog," said Karen. 
     "Apparently not as much as Ellen."
     "Nor as often."
     <"Shemp jumped up on the bed and I instinctively closed my
legs.
     "Boy," said Josh,"has *that* instinct ever changed."
      Ellen elbowed him and continued:>  
     Janet said, "I dare you to let him lick you."  
     So of course I did.  
     Janet rubbed Shemp, encouraging him.
     "Oh my God," said Janet.  "His thing.  It's coming out."
     <"I looked under him.  Sure enough, it was.  It looked like a
lipstick.">
     "I dare you to touch it," I said to Janet.
     "I couldn't."
     "Chicken."
     Janet reached out a tentative hand, touched it, and screamed,
scaring the dog off the bed.
     "Oh.  My.  God.  That felt *soooo* weird."
     "Weird?"  Ellen looked over at the dog, who was lurking at the
foot of the bed.  "C'mon, boy.  C'mon, back up here."  <"He jumped
back up and wrestled him down and turned him over and started
rubbing his belly.  He really liked that, because his little
dogdick came right back out.  I rubbed his balls.">
     "I'm gonna put my mouth around it," said Ellen.
     "Ewwwww," said Janet.  "Go ahead.  I dare you."
     "Well, if I do, you're gonna have to do something."
     "Go ahead."
     <"So I did.  That was strange.  But I sucked on him like I
would've on a guy.  Janet took a picture of me doing it."
     "A picture?"
     "With my dad's SX-70.  That started a whole new deal for us. 
Pictures."
     "Wicked.">
     "Your turn now," Ellen said to Janet.  "Come on, fair's fair."
     "What?" said Janet.
     "Come here.  Give me the camera.  Ok, now get on your hands
and knees.  Good, good."
     "Ellen."
     "Just relax.  Shemp is way smaller than your hairbrush."
     <"Hee," said Karen.  "I remember *those* days."
     "Well, you oughta," said Howard.  "Last week...">
     Shemp mounted the small redhead and soon Ellen was saying,
"Oooh, Janet, nice.  How does it feel?  Oooh, that looks hot.  Say
cheese."
     Janet said, "I don't want any of his stuff inside me, Ellen." 
     "Relax."
     <"When it looked like Shemp was ready, I reached under and
pushed Janet forward and pulled him out and he shot doggie jizz all
over the bed.  We just looked at each other and realized what a bad
idea that had been.  We tore all the sheets off the bed and stuffed
them into the washer.  It was late and when my mom came home we
told her we'd spilled some grape juice or something."
     "She bought it?"
     "Oh yeah.  So then we would split up the pictures and bring
them to school, where we kept daring each other to do things, like
look at them during class, during lunch, to meet in the bathroom at
a certain time all sorts of shit."  Both Howard's hand and Karen's
own were hidden up to the wrist in her shorts.  "So, all year that
was our thing:  to come over my house and be naked.  Lemme tell
you--that was one lucky dog.">
     "Ruff."
     "Bow.  Fucking.  Wow."
     "Truth or dare, Karen?" said Maria, pulling Karen's and
Howard's hands out of her shorts.
     "Dare."
 


    RICHH: TRUTH OR DARE #4--PART B

     "Dare, Karen?"
     "Yes, dare."
     Maria whispered something to Josh.  He nodded and headed
towards his garage.
     "Okay," said Maria.  "Strip."
     Karen did, and stood there.  "Shit.  I was just this close,
Ree."
     "I noticed."  
     Josh returned with a bench press rack.  And a big roll of duct
tape.  Karen stood there, her hands at her sides.  
     "I like it here, Josh.  You don't have any exotic equipment."
     "So we have to improvise."
     "I like household stuff way better anyway.  I mean, you see a
big ole iron cross--that's pretty much only used for one thing. 
There's no mystery about it.  But you come at someone with a roll
of Scotch tape and a box of thumbtacks--well, then you've got lots
of good connotations to work with."
     "Oooh, yeah," said Maria.  "Tape is usually benign, helpful. 
But--"  She unrolled a bit.  "It can cut, it can tear, it can pull
out pubes..."
     Karen shuddered slightly and her nipples stiffened.
     Ellen got a bunch of plastic trash bags from the kitchen and
lay them on the floor.  Josh situated the rack over it.
     "What's with the bags?" said Karen.
     "Catch any stray fluids," said Maria.  "Blood, urine, bile,
lymph..."
     "Cerebrospinal fluid."
     "I hear that tastes like seawater."
     "Yikes."
     "Lie down," said Maria.  Karen did.  "Arms up.  Hold these." 
     Karen grabbed onto the upright supports and Josh secured her
wrists with tape.  He did the same to her ankles.
     "How does that feel?  Any bony prominences feel
uncomfortable?"
     "Nope."
     "Great."
     Josh disappeared to put on some music.
     "Play something raunchy," said Karen.  "Something that
grinds."
     
        [ She was a fast machine,
          She kept her motor clean,
          She was the best damn woman that I ever seen,
 
          She had a-sightless eyes,
          Telling me no lie,
          Knockin' me out with those American thighs,]
 
     "Coolness."
     Maria tore off two squares of duct tape and covered Karen's
eyes.  
     "Hey--"
     "Relax.  We'll be with you in a sec."
     We huddled and split up, each of us searching for something to
play with.  When we all returned, we had a bunch of long red
candles, a bowl of ice water, a bunch of towels, a big bottle of
baby oil(warm from the microwave), a box of thumb tacks, and a pair
of rusty garden shears("for aural stimulation," Ellen had said.  No
doubt.)
     Maria kneeled beside Karen and started pouring the baby oil
over her stomach.
     "What's that?  Mmmm, warm."
     "It's just oil.  Relax."  Maria smoothed it out over Karen,
cupping a generous amount between her legs.  
     Howard knelt on the other side and slipped a finger between
her folds and started talking.
     "The great thing about Karen" he said, rolling his forefinger
over her clit, "is that you can always tell exactly how close she
is.  Right, hon?"  Karen screeched and he stopped his hand. 
"You're already there.  Well, relax.  If you lose the feeling it'll
come right back."
     "Ohhhh," she whined.  "But I'm so--so close."
 
        [ Taking more than her share,
          Had me fighting for air,
          She told me to come, but I was already there,
 
          'Cos the walls start shaking,
          The earth was quaking,
          My mind was achin',
          And we were makin' it and you...
 
          Shook me all night long,
          Yeah you, shook me all night long. ]
 
     Maria found a lighter and lit all the candles and passed them
out.  Soon, we were all hovering over Karen.  When the first
droplets hit her, she said, "W--what's that?  Warm.  Wax?  I've
never played with wax before!"
     "The baby oil should take the edge off it.  Should just feel
warm.  You wanna come, don't you, baby?"
     "Oh fuck."     
     
        [ Running double time on that seduction line,
          She's one of a kind,
          She's just mine all mine,
 
          Well her claws,
          Are just another cause,
          Made a meal out of me, and come back for more,
 
          Tried to cool me down,
          To take another round,
          Well I'm back in the ring to take another swing ]
 
     Karen's breasts were soon almost completely covered with the
red wax and efforts were concentrated below her waist.  Howard held
her lips apart and we saw her pussy twitch slightly as the wax
landed.  Ice water was added to the recipe.  A delicate trail
across her nipples.  Warm, cool, COLD, HOT!  The signals were
dizzying the young girl, but each trail of sensation sent showers
of tiny explosions across her cunt.  Karen was panting, writhing,
near-hyperventilating.
     Howard moved around so he was between Karen's thighs and
spread her fleshy outer lips.  He dragged his tongue across her
vulva and around her clit a few times.  He picked away any stray
wax and said to her, "Karen, I'm going to kiss you two hundred
times.  You count.  When I'm done, you can come.  But if you lose
count I'm going to start at one."
     "Ok, ok, anything."  
     He started, got up to 50 and said to her, "Now by eights."
     "58."
     Pause.
     "66."
     "74."
     "82."
 
        [ But the walls were shaking,
          The earth was quaking,
          My mind was aching,
          And we were making it and you...
          Shook me all night long,
          Yeah you, shook me all night long,
          Knocked me out, I said you
          Shook me all night long,
          Had me shaking and you,
          Shook me all night long,
          Had me shaking,
          Well you shook me...
          [guitar solo]
 
     "Too easy.  By 12.5's"
     "You're cruel, How.
     "94.5, 107, 118.5--"
     "Excuse me, Karen?"
     "Shit.  119.5."
     "That's one."
     "Nooooooooooooooooooooooo."
     "Oh all right, just do the Big Mac song then you can come."
     "Two all beef patties--"
     "Backwards.  No mistakes."
     "Or pauses," said Maria, who was nibbling on Karen's nipples. 
She removed the tape over Karen's eyes.
 
        [ You really shook me and YOU!
          Shook me all night long,
          Aaaaahaaaahaaaah You...
          Shook me all night long,
          Yeah yeah you,
          Shook me all night long,
          You really got me and you,
          Shook me all night long,
          Yeah you shook me,
          Yeah you shook me,
          All night long. ]
 
     "Bun seed sesame a on."  Pause.  Maria twisted Karen's left
nipple hard.
     "Bun seed sesame a on onions cheese pickles--"
     "Onions pickles cheese, dearest," said Maria.  "I like that
idea, Howard.  Poor dear can't come if she has to *think*."
     Maria turned to me and said, "Rich, gimme your belt."  I did.
     She cut the tape off Karen's arms and placed them so that her
hands rested on the inside of her own thighs.  Then, she threaded
the belt through the space between Karen's elbows, under the rack.
     "Try to move towards your clit, Karen."  Karen did and Maria
tightened the belt when Karen's fingertips were just a few
Angstroms away from the money.
     "Where did you learn to be so cruel, Ree?" asked Ellen,
brushing her hand across her cousin's hair.
     "Cruel? You think?"  Maria knelt next to Karen's right leg and
started licking her in earnest.  
     "Oh, oh, please don't stop." 
     Maria stopped and said, "All right, Karen.  When you really
really want to come, I want you to say, 'Please keep teasing me,
please.'  Got it?"
     A tear rolled across Karen's cheek.  Ellen brushed it away.
     Maria went back to work.  She looked up and said, "Well, Karen
do you want to come?  Just say the word."
     "I-I--please keep teasing me, please agh you're--"
     Maria reached under and undid the belt.  "Don't move your
hands at all."  Then, Maria moved around and leaned over Karen's
stomach.  She lifted up her black cotton skirt and said, "Rich. 
I'm sooo ready."
     So she was.  I slipped in behind her and she toweled off
Karen's stomach.  She rocked over Karen, screaming as we both came,
and pulling Karen's hand away from her clit every now and again. 
Then, she cupped herself between her legs and stood up over Karen's
face.  She moved her hand away and said, "Suck."
     Karen did, visibly gulping.  Maria came again, grinding slick
over Karen's face.  
     "Ahhh, that was so nice,"   said Maria.
     "Please," begged Karen.  "It's so unfair.  Pleeeeease?"
     "Howard?"
     Howard cut the tape around Karen's ankles and brought her to
the floor.  He entered her slowly, halfway.
     "If you really concentrate," said Howard, "you can feel Karen
flutter, just slightly."
     Ellen said, "Like the wings of a whippoorwill, as it prepares
for flight."
     "Where the hell did you get *that*," said Maria.
     "Oh...around."
     Karen had crossed her ankles behind Howard and was trying to
pull her hips up to meet him, but he held her at bay.
     "Nice face," said Ellen. 
     Karen's spiky hair was matted and she looked on the verge of
tears.
     Howard sank in fully and felt her contractions.
 
RICHH


