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Truth or Dare
By Meghan O'Brien
a few moments
Annie and Sam, two of Jena’s oldest friends from college, had invited her
up to stay at their cabin for the weekend with a small group of mutual
friends from the University, she had almost half-wished at the time that
Ryan would be invited but had dismissed the notion outright, remembering
that she’d heard that the dark-haired beauty had moved out of state sometime
after graduation.She had assumed
that Ryan represented an opportunity long since passed, a specter from
her college years that still haunted her thoughts and dreams but who would
prove forever elusive.The thought
had comforted as much as it had hurt her; after all, the disappointment
from a chance not taken was somehow easier to take
than the disappointment from a blatant rejection.
now here she is.
other,” Annie had confirmed.“I guess
she moved back to
“She did,” Annie replied.“She sounded excited that you were coming this weekend.”
the fuck up,”
Annie snorted.“I thought I was supposed to shut the fuck up?”
said, ‘It’ll be great to see
Thank God.“Don’t start.”
not,” Annie pledged.“I promise.”She
had sighed a little then, and
told you not to start,”
across from the most beautiful girl she had ever known,
you want another beer,
could be fun,” Ryan purred, and winked.
Ryan collected drink orders and left,
Annie mouthed, and
returned to the room with four bottles of beer balanced in her arms, handing
two to Amanda and Sam, and then striding over to the empty loveseat where
cleared her throat, tearing grey eyes from hazel and prompting Jena to
shoot a dirty look over at her friend, who smiled cheerily back at her.“
have to go first?”
“Yes,” Annie stated.“So which do you want?”
smiled mischievously.Don’t you
Easy one.Good.“Four,” she answered confidently.“Lana, truth or dare?”
“Truth,” Lana answered.
groaned a little, but produced her answer quickly and boldly.“At
least three or four times a week.Mostly
my hand, but I’ve been known to enjoy the occasional dildo.”
or dare, Ryan?”
Lana asked, winking at the dark-haired woman.
“Using…” Lana looked around the room, eyes lighting up when she concentrated on the bottle in Ryan’s hand, “your beer bottle, I guess, would you please demonstrate for us all your oral sex technique?”
a warm hand was pressed against her back, stroking her skin in small circles.
“Sorry,” she said.“I’m fine.”
grinned.“Be careful,” she said,
and then extended her hand to wipe a finger across Jena’s chin, removing
beer and then bringing her dripping finger up to envelop it in her mouth.
Ryan turned and smiled at her.“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she said.
“Not as much as the bottle, I’m sure,” Jena replied.Ryan opened her mouth as if to respond but hesitated a moment.Then, “Truth or dare, Annie?”
friends had continually used her desire for Ryan against her during their
two-hour game of Truth or Dare.What’s
your favorite masturbatory fantasy? Annie had asked, knowing perfectly
well that the answer was sitting right next to her on the couch.She
had recited the one about being taken from behind by a woman wearing a
strap-on, leaving out the fact that the fantasy woman wasn’t in fact faceless,
but instead had beautiful dark hair and intense grey eyes.Have
you ever thought of anyone in this room in a sexual way? Amanda had
persisted, and then groaned when
the evening had left
her eyes slip shut,
to ignore the sounds of lovemaking coming from the next room,
of a sudden
whispered name was definitely Ryan’s voice, and
“Yes?” she called softly, willing her voice to remain calm.
Silence for a moment, and Jena worried that Ryan might have left during her hesitation.“Can I come in, Jena?It’s Ryan,” she identified herself unnecessarily.
Jena didn’t answer for a moment, though her mouth worked open and closed as she panicked.Answer her, goddammit!“Sure.”
The bedroom door opened slowly and a dark head peeked around the doorframe.“You’re still awake, right?”
“Yeah,” Jena answered.“Come in.”
Ryan stepped inside, closing the door softly behind her, and then padded to stand next to her bed.“I couldn’t sleep.I was wondering if we could talk for a while.”She looked down at the brunette.“I miss talking to you.”
“I miss you, too,” Jena replied.She looked up at Ryan, forgetting to feel embarrassed by her admission.
“Can I lay down?” Ryan asked softly.
Jena swallowed.How many times have I wanted to hear those words?She smiled sadly at the fact that she was hearing them but not quite in the context she’d always hoped for.“Of course,” she said, and moved over a little.
Ryan climbed into bed beside Jena, pulling back the blankets and sliding beneath them, her warm thigh suddenly pressing against Jena’s.Jena sucked in a quick breath and pulled away a little before she could stop herself.Ryan looked over at her, grey eyes barely visible in the darkness.
“Remember when we used to stay up late sometimes, talking in your dorm room?” Ryan asked.
Do I ever, Jena mused.Those occasions alone have fueled my fantasy life for years now.“Yeah,” Jena answered.“I always had so much fun with you.”
“I had fun with you, too.”Ryan almost sounded relieved, and Jena wondered at the tone.“I’ve never had fun with anyone like I used to have with you.”
It was at that moment that Annie and Sam’s lovemaking picked up a notch, after having quieted down for a while, and Ryan and Jena were assaulted by the sounds of quiet slapping and enthusiastic moaning.Jena felt herself blush even as Ryan began to chuckle.
“So you got the front row seats, huh?” Ryan teased.
“I guess so,” Jena answered.Smooth, she admonished herself.
Ryan was silent for a moment, seemingly listening to the sensual noises coming from the room next door.Jena had just started to squirm a little in intense discomfort; wet, horny, worked up, laying next to the object of her undying devotion, when Ryan whispered, “Truth or dare, Jena?”
Jena’s breath caught in her throat.What’s going on here?Where is this going?She felt both intensely excited and scared out of her mind.“Truth,” she answered.Always choose truth first.
“Were you laying in here getting turned on listening to them before I came in?”Ryan’s voice was mischievous, as if she already knew the answer.
“They weren’t turning me on,” Jena replied as steadily as she could.That’s the truth, at least.
“But you were turned on?” Ryan prompted.
Jena turned her head to stare at the women next to her.“No fair, that’s a two part question.”
“So I think that’s against the rules.”Jena wasn’t certain she wanted to answer the question, so she’d be damned if she let Ryan break the rules!
“I think you’ve answered the question already, Jena.Methinks the lady doth protest too much.”Ryan smirked at Jena’s scowl.
“Truth or dare?” Jena shot back to Ryan, cringing a little when she heard Annie coming rather noisily in the next room.
“Truth,” Ryan answered.
“Did you really tell Annie you missed my laugh?” Jena asked before thinking.She felt herself blush when the question left her lips, but she continued to stare into grey eyes made black by the shadows in the room.
“Yes,” Ryan answered without hesitation.“I missed your laugh very much.”
“You remembered my laugh?” Jena asked shyly.
Ryan shook her head.“No fair.Two-part question.”
“I was turned on,” Jena admitted quickly.
“I always remembered your laugh,” Ryan responded.“I think about your laugh… you… all the time.”She smiled at Jena through the darkness that separated their faces.“Were you touching yourself?”
Jena’s heart thumped in her chest at the sudden, confident question, at the low melodious voice that delivered it to her.She was rapidly uncomfortably aware of the still abundant wetness between her legs, of her throbbing, swollen clit, and of the scent that clung to her, of sex, that she was suddenly certain Ryan could smell.“You didn’t even ask me if I wanted truth or dare,” Jena complained weakly.
“Are you saying you want a dare?” Ryan purred.
Jena swallowed with effort.Her mouth suddenly felt completely dry.Do I want a dare?“Yes.”What am I doing?I’m going to pass out right now.
“I dare you to give me your hand,” Ryan commanded.Jena was certain her heart stopped for a moment.When it began beating again, and she could breath, she slowly reached out her left hand towards Ryan.Grey eyes looked down at her hand critically, and then back up into her eyes.“Your right hand, Jena.The hand you use to touch yourself.”
Jena blushed, moderately thankful for the darkness that obscured her heated face.I can’t do this, she thought nervously.How can I do this?For a moment she lay still, paralyzed with fear and indecision.Ryan never moved, staring at her silently, eyes searching the tense face in front of her.Jena was more turned on and excited than she could ever remember being, but terrified that she was going to make a fool of herself somehow.She wasn’t sure what to do.
“Please,” Ryan said suddenly, her voice soft.
Jena made up her mind.Taking a deep breath, she reached up her right hand and allowed Ryan to take it in her own.The dark-haired woman brought their hands up to her face, inhaling deeply, and Jena could feel the smile tugging on Ryan’s lips on the backs of her fingers.
“You have been touching yourself,” Ryan confirmed.It wasn’t a question; it was a statement.
“Yes,” Jena admitted.“Truth or dare?” she asked, breathless when she realized that Ryan wasn’t releasing her hand.
“Truth,” Ryan answered.Good, Jena thought.I’m not sure I was ready for a dare yet.
“What are you doing?” Jena whispered.Please tell me… I don’t want to misunderstand what’s going on here.
“Reconnecting with someone whom I always regretted losing in my life,” Ryan answered.“I really missed you when I was in Oregon.”
“Really?” Jena asked quietly.In all the years she had pined for Ryan, she had never imagined that the dark-haired woman would have harbored any of the same feelings towards her.It had simply never crossed her mind; that was how improbable this all was to her.
“Truth or dare, Jena,” Ryan said instead of answering the question.
Jena took a deep breath.Time to take some chances.“Dare,” she responded confidently.
Ryan smiled, her teeth catching the light a little, illuminating her grin.“Kiss me.For real this time.”
Jena hesitated for only a moment, but having finally been given permission, something triggered inside her and she leaned forward as if fearful that the moment would pass before she had the opportunity to taste Ryan’s lips.Her mouth covered the soft mouth only inches from her face, Jena leaning forward and threading her hands through Ryan’s long hair, pulling their bodies together at the same time she ran her tongue over Ryan’s lips.Ryan opened her mouth in response, inviting Jena inside and releasing a throaty moan in the same action, and Jena swallowed the moan and boldly stroked inside of Ryan’s mouth with her tongue.Just as sweet as I always imagined, she thought contentedly.She continued her sensual exploration of the dark woman until she was forced to break their contact in desperate need of air.
“Much better,” Ryan gasped.
“Wow,” Jena murmured.She was surprised at her own confident action, though not surprised by how incredible it felt.If anything, she was amazed at how easily the real thing had lived up to her fantasies.For a moment she was unsure of what to do in the wake of that perfect kiss.“Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” Ryan said breathlessly.“I think I need a little time to recover before asking for a dare.”
“Why didn’t anything ever happen between us in college?” Jena asked.She had wondered about this so many times in the past few years and had always blamed herself; her lack of courage, her unwillingness to put their friendship at risk if Ryan couldn’t reciprocate her feelings.Knowing now that Ryan had apparently harbored some attraction for her made her even more frustrated that neither of them had acted on their feelings so many years ago.
“I don’t know,” Ryan admitted softly.“I thought about kissing you a couple times… once when we stayed up late talking in your dorm room I nearly did, but… I just don’t think I was ready.It wasn’t the right time.”
“And it’s the right time now?” Jena whispered, breathless.Please say it’s the right time.I’ll die if I can’t kiss you again.
Ryan clicked her tongue.“Nope.That’s a second question.Truth or dare?”
“What were you thinking about when you were touching yourself?” Ryan asked.She sounded excited, and Jena found it was all she could do to keep herself from closing the distance between them and ravishing the dark-haired woman.
“You,” Jena replied without hesitation.She was mildly surprised at the ease of this admission.“Always you.”
“I’ve thought about you, too,” came the breathless disclosure from next to her.
Jena didn’t argue that Ryan was offering confessions without choosing ‘truth’.She was stunned and excited by the declaration.“Truth or dare, Ryan.”
“Dare,” Ryan declared, and Jena felt her breath catch at the prospect of requesting that she perform another action.
“I dare you to feel what you do to me,” Jena whispered.Ryan was still holding her right hand, so she tightened her grip around the dark-haired woman and then slid their enjoined hands down her stomach, coming to rest when the backs of her fingers met the waistband of her underwear.Ryan took the initiative and kept her own hand moving, sliding from on top of Jena’s, deft fingers slipping underneath the waistband and continuing downwards to brush against soft hair.The feeling of Ryan’s gentle fingers against her center stole Jena’s breath; she lay motionless as she felt Ryan part her gently, and then dip into the copious wetness between her legs.
Ryan groaned.“Jesus,” she whispered, not removing her hand.Fingertips slid up the length of Jena, from her entrance to her clit, and then moved back down again.“I did this?”
Jena nodded, not caring whether Ryan could see the affirmation in the dark.She didn’t trust herself to speak.Ryan pushed two fingers on either side of her swollen clit, squeezing the sensitive flesh gently.Jena found her voice.“Yes.”
“Truth or dare, Jena.”Ryan’s voice was shaky and full of anticipation.
“Dare,” Jena answered.Please.She felt her mind going fuzzy from the exquisite contact between her legs.
“Do you want me to demonstrate that technique I was showing everyone earlier?” Ryan asked.“Again?On you?”
Jena was certain she had to be dreaming.There was no other explanation for this.“Yes, please.”
And then Ryan was on top of her, kissing her, hand still trapped between them, fingers gently stroking wet, swollen flesh.Jena moaned into the mouth covering hers, the sound joining and commingling with the twin whimper that Ryan emitted in concert to her own cry.Ryan broke their mouths apart with a small growl, lowering her head to plant wet kisses first on Jena’s jaw, and then down on to her collarbones. Jena was in a state of total shock and almost complete bliss.If this is a dream, I pity whatever wakes me up.
Jena was shocked into reality when an insistent hand suddenly slid up from between her legs, drawing from her a small cry of protest, and moved up her stomach to push her tank top above her breasts.Ryan’s mouth descended upon her suddenly exposed breast, tongue encircling a nipple already hard from the cool air, and Jena reached her hand up to cover the back of the dark head above her, pulling Ryan closer into her.“Yes.”
Ryan’s lips tugged and nipped at first one nipple, then the other, and she worshipped Jena’s breasts until the brunette was ready to die from her need to be released.She needs to touch me again, Jena thought frantically, I’m going to die if I can’t come.Jena used the hand that still held the back of Ryan’s head to pleadingly press downward.Please.
Ryan released the breast in her mouth with a wet sound, intense grey eyes looking up at the desperation in Jena’s face.“Please, Ryan,” Jena whispered.“I need…” She didn’t know how to finish her request.“Please.”
Further words weren’t needed, apparently, and Ryan moved her mouth down Jena’s chest without hesitation, blazing a hot trail over her stomach and down to her abdomen.Jena was vaguely aware of lifting her hips off the bed at Ryan’s urging, strong hands sliding her underwear down over her thighs and off her feet before gently tossing them onto the floor.And then Ryan’s mouth was on her again, hot and wet, sucking and nibbling at her skin from her belly to her inner thigh.All of Jena’s senses were on overload.
Ryan settled her broad shoulders between Jena’s thighs, the brunette parting her thighs to accommodate the dark-haired woman, and she pressed strong hands against Jena’s abdomen, her thumbs pointing downward to expose her to hungry eyes.“You’re beautiful,” Ryan whispered, and then Jena moaned at the feeling of warm lips pressed against her wetness.
Jesus Christ, Jena managed to think.Her head pounded with her arousal, the soft, wet noises of Ryan’s mouth probing and exploring her barely registering in the white noise that enveloped her.It wasn’t going to take long.She had been ready when Ryan had knocked on the door; now that Ryan’s tongue was stroking at her, penetrating her, hot mouth sucking at her, there would be no holding back.She cried out loudly as she suddenly came in Ryan’s mouth, feeling her hips buck against the exquisite torture in which was reveling, and felt her tremors increase under the delicious pressure of Ryan’s hands, which were holding her down firmly.Ryan was thorough in her ministrations; she continued to suck and lick at Jena gently as she came down from her orgasm, only stopping when Jena began to whimper weakly and cease her movements.
Hazel eyes looked down into the grey that peered at her from between her legs.Jena smiled a little at the image she’d always conjured up on lonely nights, suddenly made real in a strange bed in Annie and Sam’s cabin.Finally.Reaching down, Jena grasped at Ryan’s arms and dragged her back up the length of her body to rest on top of her fully, leaning up to capture her lips in a passionate kiss.They shared Jena’s taste on Ryan’s lips, and it was only then that Jena was aware of something that felt not quite right pressed against her thigh.
“Ryan?” she whispered suddenly, breaking away from the dark-haired woman’s mouth.“What is that?”
Ryan pressed her hips forward, thrusting into Jena’s sensitive center.No way, Jena thought dazedly.“That?” Ryan questioned.
“Yeah,” Jena replied, sliding her hand down between them to locate and grasp the object of her inquiry.“This.”
Ryan grinned down at Jena, the sheepish expression just visible in the pale moonlight.“Well, I…” Ryan stuttered.“I mean, I… well, I had this with me, and then when you told us your favorite fantasy earlier, I just thought…”
Jena swallowed convulsively.How is this possible?Things like this don’t happen to people like me.“For real?”
“Is that okay?” Ryan asked, suddenly tentative.
“Okay?” Jena repeated.“It’s more than okay… it’s-”
Ryan captured her mouth in a hard kiss, stopping her words.They battled with one another for dominance, and then Jena acquiesced and let Ryan plunder her mouth thoroughly, moaning the entire time.When they broke apart, they moved as if following an unspoken choreography.Ryan sat back and Jena sat up with her, both of them grasping at the bottom of Ryan’s t-shirt and whipping it off over her head, tossing it on to the floor.Jena leaned forward to capture a dusky nipple in her mouth, sucking hard, and Ryan began tugging her pajama bottoms down over her hips.Pulling her mouth away with a disappointed whimper, Jena reached out to help Ryan out of her pants, running a hand up along the straps of the leather harness that was revealed when the cotton bottoms were tossed aside.
“Turn over on your stomach,” Ryan growled suddenly, breath hot in Jena’s ear.Jena shuddered in reaction and obeyed the command instantly, shifting her body beneath Ryan’s.She lay silently for a moment, groaning when she felt Ryan straddle her hips, painting her with hot wetness.“Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes,” Jena gasped.She felt Ryan shift forward, soft breasts suddenly pressing against her bare back, and then sliding down to her waist and then over her ass as Ryan’s mouth created a trail of kisses down the length of her body.Suddenly Ryan’s warm weight was gone and Jena groaned in disappointment.The disappointment didn’t last long.
Two firm hands grasped Jena’s waist and urged her upwards onto her knees.“Lean forward on your elbows, baby, if you need to,” Ryan whispered, leaning over to breath in her ear.“But keep your ass in the air for me, okay?”
Jena nodded silently, squeezing her eyes closed.In this position she felt completely exposed to her lover’s gaze, and somehow this thought infused her with a heady rush of power.She arched her back and offered herself wantonly to Ryan, grinning when she heard the dark-haired woman’s breathing hitch, a small moan pouring from her lips as her hands tightened instinctively on her hips.She felt Ryan shift on the bed, rising to kneel behind her, one hand leaving her hip to move between them.A moment later she felt Ryan’s dildo sliding slowly through the wetness that she imagined must have been pouring from her by now.She whimpered and pushed backwards against Ryan, bringing the dildo lower, closer to her entrance, and arched her back even more.“Fuck me, Ryan.”
“God, Jena,” Ryan moaned, and guided the dildo down until just the very tip slipped inside of her.“You’re so sexy.”
Jena pushed her hips backwards again at the same time that Ryan pushed forward, and she was suddenly filled by her lover, the blissful intrusion drawing a small whimper from her lips.“Ryan,” she whispered.
“How does that feel?” Ryan asked softly.She held her hips still and allowed Jena time to adjust to the sensation, though her body was tense and Jena sensed that it was taking all her self-control to stop from thrusting into her again and again.This exercise of control ignited Jena’s ardor beyond all reasonable limits, and the brunette felt herself tighten around the dildo inside her, shuddering at the intensity of the feeling.
“So good,” Jena gasped. She reached a desperate hand around to grasp Ryan’s hip.“Fuck me.”
Ryan obeyed her command instantly, drawing her hips back before bringing them forward again swiftly, eliciting a loud cry of pleasure from Jena.The hand that had disappeared between them earlier suddenly reappeared to grip Jena’s shoulder, holding her firmly along with the hand still on her hip.Small moans and whimpers fell from Jena’s lips without thought, Ryan’s confident movements driving her into a state of pure desire and sensation.Being taken this way, in a way about which she had always fantasized, by the very woman she always imagined, was more than she could handle.Holy shit.
The only sounds in the room were that of skin slapping against skin, Jena’s soft cries, and Ryan’s languid moaning and soft words of encouragement.Jena lingered on the very edge of orgasm for what seemed like hours but was likely only minutes.In the end, it was when Ryan approached her own release, hearing her moans grow louder and feeling her hips grind into Jena’s ass convulsively, that pushed her over the edge.
“Oh God, Ryan!” Jena cried out, pushing herself back against her lover.Ryan’s hand slid from her shoulder down to her breast, pinching her nipple sharply, tugging on it, and Jena was left breathless by the intensity of the orgasm that ripped through her body.She felt herself tightening around Ryan’s dildo, felt Ryan’s body trembling against her, and the dark-haired woman’s hips pressing forward against her, moving around in circles, coaxing her own climax from her shaking body.Ryan cried out hoarsely, breasts pressed against Jena’s back, and Jena’s knees finally gave out in the rush of feeling and she collapsed down on to the bed, Ryan following closely after.
For long moments they lay together gasping.No words passed between them, and the first thing Ryan did once she recovered was press a warm kiss against the back of Jena’s neck.Jena murmured softly and shivered, whimpering when Ryan drew back, rising from her prone body, and the dildo shifted inside her.Ryan withdrew from her gently, whispering soft words into her ear when she groaned as she registered the loss of her lover.Still Jena lay silently, unable to move, and she listened to Ryan unfasten the harness and deposit the dildo on the floor beside the bed.She was turned over by firm hands, drawn into a strong hug by the woman beside her.Jena breathed in the scent of Ryan, feeling her eyes slip shut from the pure contentment she felt in her lover’s arms.Eyes still closed, she tilted her face up and moved her lips across Ryan’s cheek until she found her lips, and she kissed her passionately.
When they broke apart, Jena settled back down into Ryan’s arms and sighed.“So did you bring that with you because… you were hoping…?Or, I mean…”
Ryan chuckled, the soft laughter rumbling through her chest against Jena.“I was hoping,” Ryan admitted.
There was silence for a moment.Then, “Truth or dare, Ryan?”
“The truth is,” Jena smiled, “I really want to see what happens with this.With us.”
“So do I,” Ryan whispered, and tightened her arms around Jena.“I wouldn’t dare miss the opportunity again.”