Truth Or Dare Part Two: The Bases And Kissing

My university friends and I found ourselves in a game of sexual questions and answers. We had just discussed our masturbation habits and sexual fantasies. 

Bruce said, “Okay, who here has had sex?” Cody questioned how Bruce defined sex, objecting to the idea that it was limited to penis in vagina sex. After a short discussion with various “what about” scenarios, we agreed that “home run,” using the tired American slang, meant penis in vagina. 

Bruce said not yet. 

I said that I had penis ON vagina experience but not penis IN vagina. I remember back to a time when wearing only a thong, I climbed on top of my ex-boyfriend. I straddled his naked cock, pulled aside my thong, and cradled my labia over the base of his penis. He climaxed instantly. 

Cody said that yes, she had sex in the way that we defined it, but also said that she has gone beyond home base. Nobody asked her what that meant. 

Johnny said no, as did Elaina and Katie. 

We had a pattern going although we hadn’t set up any rules to our game. It was Katie’s next question, and she asked about third base, fingering or getting fingered in the vagina. She said yes, which confused me because she had mentioned the day before that she never had a boyfriend. Bruce said no. I raised my hands in the air and said, “G-spot, baby, Ian’s fingers changed my life.” Cody, yes. Johnny, yes. Elaina, no. 

It was Elaina’s turn, and we followed the pattern to second base, fondling breasts or getting one’s breasts fondled. Elaina said yes with a big smile. With her enormous breasts, second base would be an adventure indeed. Katie, yes. Bruce, no. I said yes I’ve had my tits fondled but not nearly enough. Cody said yes, with a boy on one and a girl on the other at the same time. Although this game was not a competition, Cody and I were the ones most into the descriptions. Johnny with enthusiasm said, “Hell ya! Remember, I’m a breast guy.”

First base, French kissing. Everyone said yes except for Bruce. He explained that he was making the moves on a girl that he liked back in middle school, but she got freaked out when he brought out his tongue.  Cody said, “Okay, getting thrown out at first is really sad. You should get kissed. In fact, you should get kissed before you leave this room today. I’ll kiss ya, or maybe someone else here would like to be your first.” 

Bruce got quite embarrassed, turned away, and shook his head. I piped in, “New rules to the game. Not just Bruce, but everyone gets to pick someone to kiss. Bruce, you don’t need to go first.” Johnny quickly put up his hand and said, “Oh, me first, I pick Cody.” The two of them stood up, wrapped their hands around each other, and started an intense twenty-second make out session. Their display was performative and involved a lot of tongue movement. When they broke the kiss, they both said, “Ahh.” We all clapped and yelled, “woohoo.”

Going clockwise as was the pattern, Elaina stood up, stepped in the middle of our group, looked around, and said, “Bruce, would you give me the honor of being the first person you French kiss?” She reached out her hand to lift Bruce out of the bean bag chair. Unlike with Johnny and Cody, she took her time, cradling his head, looking into his eyes, then closing her big brown eyes. Their kiss was slow and romantic with just the tips of their tongues first then with more exploration. When they broke the kiss, Elaina pretended to fan herself with her hand. We clapped and cheered more loudly. Johnny chanted, “Bruce, Bruce, Bruce!”

Now it was Katie’s turn. She said, “My darling roommate Lindsey has been showing me how to be less shy.” She then looked directly in my eyes and said, “Lindsey, may I kiss you?”

It suddenly all made sense. Her lack of boyfriends. Her sexual experience rounding third base. Her response to seeing me masturbate the day before. Even her sweet presents and attention to my little day to day activities. Katie likes GIRLS. Katie has a huge crush on ME.  

Without even thinking about it, my head slightly nodded. Katie got off of her bed, crossed the room and sat next to me. Cody moved out of the way to make space. Katie brought her face close to mine, looking right into my eyes. She mouthed the words, “thank you.” She then closed her eyes, turned her head slightly and pulled us together for our kiss. 

I had never kissed a girl before. I didn’t think that I had desired another girl. When I had secretly seen other girls masturbate, like I had with Katie the previous night, it definitely got me horny, but not because I wanted to be with them. As our lips made contact, I was disoriented. 

From the start Katie’s kiss was vastly different from any kiss I had before. Boys are more hard and angular. All of my previous kisses with boys had a demanding and lustful quality, even my first kiss with a tall nerdy boy on a dance floor when I was fourteen. Katie’s kiss was soft and yielding, tender and, yes, loving. It didn’t demand anything but an equal response. It felt complete. 

When we parted, Katie opened her bright green eyes, and mouthed “thank you” even more emphatically than before. As she stuck the tip of her tongue out of her mouth to make the “th” sound, I thought that beautiful tongue had done sorcery. I melted. I didn’t hear any of the clapping and the hooting afterwards. I was in a daze. 

I shook my head and regained my composure just about at the same time that Bruce began his selection. He’d said, “Damn, that was hot. You’re beautiful and sexy, Lindsey. Can I have a turn now?”

I thought to myself, “Snap out of it, Lindsey. You set up this game. You are a mighty girl in control of your sexual energy. Your friend Bruce just complimented you and asked you to kiss him. Show everyone here what ya got.” The mists of erotic confusion were lifting. I stood up with my knees still a bit weak and slid in next to Bruce on the bean bag chair. I took the initiative and pounced on him. Bruce had a big mouth and a big tongue that was not practiced at kissing. It was rough, lustful, and, with some beard stubble—most definitely a kiss with a man. 

I rose out of the bean bag chair to appreciative applause and more woohoos. As soon as I sat down again on my bed, everyone looked at me. It was my turn to pick. I thought about choosing Katie to go back to that distant wonderland that I had only briefly visited. To pick Katie, though, would cause me to lose all my senses again. It would also send an undeniable message to her that I wanted a romantic relationship. As her roommate, that kind of commitment would get very intense very quickly. 

“Johnny, you stud, stand up here and kiss me!” We both got up and made out in the center. Johnny was handsome and a very good kisser. Just at the end of the kiss, he reached down and squeezed my butt cheeks. When we separated, I rotated my shoulders around in a little dance and shook my ass. I felt like the alpha of the group. 

It was Cody’s turn. She stood up, walked over to Katie and said, “Kiss me, you sweet thing,” then sat down next to her on the bed. The kiss they shared was not performative as the one Cody had with Johnny and not tender in the way that Katie’s had been with me. It was charged with sexual energy. I was surprised with how Katie was actively responding to Cody’s passion. I checked myself to determine if I felt jealous. I didn’t. Cody got up and declared, “y'all are missing out by just choosing one side. I want the variety pack!” She flopped down on the bed next to me. There was a brief moment of quiet.