NUDE GAMES {very interesting story 1}

“Make a short video of yourself masturbating on the Dean’s desk.”

I choked, my mouthful of cocoa spewing out of my mouth and spraying across my laps and onto the floor as I threw a disbelieving look at my roommate and her giggling friends.

“Ewwwww, Diane, could you be any more gross?” Lily Bass scolded as she threw me a box of Kleenex and turned her face away in disgust.

I cleaned up the mess and looked up at Lily as I absently tossed the used tissue into the bin. “Have you completely lost it? How could you ask such a thing?”

Lily looked back at me, “It’s called a dare, Scaredy cat!”

“Precisely,” Neila Dorman cut in. “You made me flash my boobs at Mr Reitman last week, didn’t you? That poor professor almost had a coronary.” “Yeah, but that was just —” I began.

“A dare? You’re right. And I did it. This is also a dare.”
I swallowed, “I'd rather pay up.”

“Fine! $20,000,” Lily stated nonchalantly, stretching forth her hand, palm up.

I stared at her palm as though mesmerized. This had all started as a prank and now it was snowballing out of proportions.

Where would I get $20,000? This was all my fault I thought. I had started these outrageous dares and just three weeks ago, Mandy Peters had almost sold her Aston Martin to pay up.

She had finally carried out the dare; walked right up to the Dean and gave him a hot slap in full view of an entire body of students. Then of course she had to pretend to be having a seizure to keep from getting expelled.

What would happen though if I didn’t pay? I looked at the other girls; Neila, Lily and Mandy. There was determination and silent anger in their eyes and for the first time I realized how much the girls really loathed me.

What had I been thinking? This was madness. What possessed me to rope these girls into this silly game? Now they were taking it so seriously that I just knew if I didn’t pay the damn money or do the dare, I would soon be facing the university panel talking my head off to avoid being expelled because of some false ‘anonymous’ report.

“You—” I tried.

 “No way out of this one Diane. You made the rules; you started this dare and for the past two weeks I’ve been sucking your pussy every night to pay for not being able to take a nude picture with the school statue at noon!” Lily spat.

She looked very angry and now that I thought about it, I realized that perhaps she hadn’t enjoyed sucking my pussy as much as I had enjoyed it.

Cumming in my roommate’s mouth every night for the past two weeks had been the highlight of my day; just thinking about the night pleasures awaiting me made me wet all day in class.

Even now I could feel my clitoris swelling and pulsing in wicked anticipation.

Say what you will about Lily Bass, the girl was good with her tongue— and her hands.

For that matter, so was I, I thought. I licked my lips as a thought occurred, “Okay it was my mistake. I’ll suck you back for a whole month if you want. But I can’t masturbate on the Dean’s desk; it’s out of the question; someone is bound to see me and rat me out to the old geezer. I could get kicked out of school.”

“Too bad,” Mandy said without an ounce of sympathy.

“The one who chooses the dare chooses the punishment Diane,” Neila reminded me.

“Yes, so as eager as you are to eat some pussy, you have to go fuck yourself on the Dean’s desk,” Lily said, her choice of words deliberate.

She detested me, I realized and she was letting me know in her own inimitable style. Lily was one of those brainy people who could play on words and make one sentence say fifty different things if she wanted.

 I started this Impossible Dare challenge three weeks ago. The first week had been Mandy’s turn and she had had to slap the Dean or cough out fifty grand.

She had done it in the end rather than sell her car.

Neila had had to flash her boobs at Professor Reitman and Lily had had to suck my pussy every night because she had not been able to give a campaign speech naked; tonight was the last night of Lily’s two weeks of cunnilingus.

I stared at her, feeling the entire blood drain from my face. I was really in trouble, I realized.

I swallowed my pride and looked up at all three girls as I pleaded, “Please. Choose some other dare. Anything.”

Lily tossed her hair and looked away. Mandy looked down at her smartphone and Neila began to play with her nails.

 “Lily—”

“Fine! Do it on Professor Eleftherios’ desk and take a video,” Lily said. “Final offer.”

I stared at her beaten. It was not really much of a better option. Professor Calix Eleftherios was the guy every campus girl drooled over. He was Greek, tall, blonde and golden-eyed with a whip-cord lean physique, streaks of silver at his temples, and large masculine hands that made me think he must be seriously hung.

 I had taken his course last semester and it had been a miracle I had not made a fool of myself tripping for the guy. He was eye candy but he was also incredibly strict; he was even probably worse than the Dean! Why last two semesters, he had filed a sexual harassment suit against one Freshman for whistling when he walked by.

If he caught me in his office, never mind masturbating on his desk, I would be dead before he handed me over to the school authorities.

“Lily—” I tried again.

“Oh and don’t forget to take off your panties before you get there. It would be much quicker for you so you can get in and out before you’re caught,” Neila suggested, her voice ringing with malicious laughter.

I stared at the three laughing girls in my room and suddenly I realized that this was not about the dare; not really.

This, for them, was about humiliation: my humiliation. They wanted me begging and groveling at their feet; they wanted to savor my defeat and humiliation. Me. Diane Macpherson. They didn’t know whom they were dealing with.

The witch in me awakened in fiery anger and just like that I knew I was not only going to masturbate on the Professor’s desk, I was going to enjoy it too. I was going to cum hard and fast on that hard oak table that anyone who saw the video would know I wasn’t there to just “fuck myself” as Lily put it, I was there to make wild love to myself!

I rose to my feet and without another word, I strode to my closet. Hushed silence fell over the other three girls as they watched my every move with disbelief. They had not expected me to do it, I realized. They had more to learn.

Diane Macpherson was so many things, but a coward was not one of them. I ruled my world with an iron fist hidden away in silk gloves. I was Student Body President for the third time running and I had never been known to beg anyone; yet I had begged these three cretins and they wanted more? Never!