Telling Truths
Brianna came back with two wide rimmed cocktail glasses and plunked them down on the counter before us. Forty minutes and three cocktails later, we were both pretty drunk. Brianna's room seemed to be pulsating and jiving along with the music booming on the stereo.
Brianna turned to me and smiled.
"Let's play a game!" she chortled
"What kind of game?" I asked
"Truth or Dare!"
"I'm asking the first question!" I yelled
"No, me first!" Brianna argued.
"Fine, whatever"
"Truth or Dare?
"Truth"
"Have you ever kissed a girl before?" I smiled. She fidgeted in her chair, suddenly uncomfortable. I'd know Brianna was bisexual since the ninth grade, but as far as I was concerned (or knew), she was more boy oriented than girl. I, on the other hand, known I was gay since I was in 7th grade. She fidgeted some more.
"Come on, Miss Priss. Your little secret is safe with me."
"No. I have never kissed a girl" she said.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?"
"Nooo...Okay, Claire, Truth or Dare?"
"Dare"
"Kiss me"
"What?"
"Kiss me, I've never kissed a girl. Consider it a social experiment"
I raised one eyebrow, a little amused at her suggestion.
"Fine"
I leaned over and pecked her on the lips.
"Oh come on!" Brianna said, exasperated, "You can do better than that!"
I leaned over again and put my arms around her neck. I kissed her square on the lips and she opened her mouth as I slid my tongue into her small, sweet tasting mouth. As I lay back on the bed, I pulled Brianna backwards with me until I was lying down and she was on top of me, still kissing her.
"Wow." she said.
I didn't want her to stop. She dragged me to my feet, and said nothing.
"Bri, what are you doing?"
She began unbuttoning my school blouse. Tantalizingly slowly, button by button.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked again.
She just smiled, and nodded. For each button she undid, she kissed me down my chest until my blouse was lying open. She then proceeded to undo the buckle on my skirt belt and slid the belt out of its loops and dropped it on the bare wooded floor where it landed with a 'clank!'
I put my arms behind me, undoing the clasp on my skirt, and Brianna slid it off me hastily, letting it drop on the floor. We continued this little strip game until we were both naked.
I climbed into her bed and she threw the covers back and jumped in beside me.
We began making out heavily again and suddenly Brianna's fingers slipped inside me, and she was caressing my clit. The more heavily we kissed, the harder she'd finger me.
I could feel my orgasm building, rising, my whole body tingling with anticipation. Suddenly she pulled out of me, just as I was about to come!
"Nooo.." I softly moaned "keep going!!"
She grinned and continued where she left off. As she masturbated me to climax, I licked her beautiful, soft breasts, gently biting her rose-colored nipples.
When I came, I stopped kissing Brianna and whispered "Stay there! I've got a surprise..."
She obeyed. I ran out of her room and went downstairs to the kitchen, where I grabbed an ice tray out of the freezer. I ran back inside the room and plunked the ice tray down on the night stand, grabbing a few ice cubes out of the tray. I cupped my hands and ran the cubes all over Brianna's sweaty body; down her neck, over her delicate pink nipples which were at this stage, very hard, and down her stomach. She moaned softly in sheer desire. I gently spread her pussy lips back and placed the cubes inside her and mixed them around for a bit in her juices. She moaned again, and wriggled a little. I took two of the remaining cubes from inside her and put them in her mouth and commanded her to suck. Then I lay down, with my head between her legs and gently got a hold of the last ice cube inside her and began rubbing it across her clit with my tongue. Brianna tried to moan again, but was muffled by the ice cubes in her mouth. As the cube evaporated, I started licking and sucking her clit, feeling a warm, wet sensation between my own legs and feeling my nipples harden as they brushed against the double silk duvet cover. Suddenly her back began to arch and I could feel her legs stiffening on either side of me. She began to moan more intently now, and as her orgasm intensified, the stiffer her whole body became and her back arched and contracted as she felt the waves of her growing pleasure. Just as I was about to finish, she squeezed her thighs against my ears and told me to stay down. I did as she commanded, and her hips began to rock as she came to orgasm. She moaned longer this time and grabbed her milky breasts, caressing them to the same rocking rhythm as her hips as she came.
As she climaxed, a small amount of her juice seeped out of her pussy, and I greedily lapped it up, my tongue dancing around the edge of her swollen clit.
When I was done, I lay back in her arms and she said simply "Some kiss, Claire!" and we both began to laugh.
--Drew Smith drewsie@starmail.com