The Dare
Annie had finally made time to meet up with her old friend Calvin. He brought his longtime friend along, Damon, who had a notorious reputation for being rambunctious on a night out. Noticeably absent was Rod, her husband. He had come out with her on these nights before, tonight was just not one of those nights.
"Where's Big Rod tonight? Hot Rod!" The guys shouted while they asked.
Annie's husband was a big, burley and handsome man. Annie offered no more than just saying he didn't feel up to coming out.
"He just doesn't like you hanging out with me because I have a bigger cock than him." Calvin blurted out.
This was the precise brand of crassness she was used to. This particularly special brand, usually only comes out after a few beers. She pointed that out to him. At that time, it also seemed appropriate to reveal the real reason for her husband's absence.
"Roddy thinks you're an asshole, and besides, you don't know that you're bigger, and I highly doubt it!...full of yourself much?!"
Damon chimed in;
"Jeez dude, no one wants to talk about whatever you got going on down there, get over yourself."
They laughed off the usual buffoonery of "buzzed" Calvin. Annie took a long swig from her pint to wash that thought away. But Calvin wasn't done.
"No, you're right, I wouldn't know who is bigger, but you would."
She gasped and sprayed beer across the table. Damon leaned in, suddenly realizing he had a front row seat for a great show. The two stared at each other, a menacing grin creeping across Calvins face. Annie, eyes rolling at Calvins constant ribbing, stared back, contemplating her response carefully. Calvin was relentless, which as a younger woman, she believed was part of his charm.
She had to admit he was actually correct, although she wished he hadnt revealed that detail in front of anyone. That was a secret she would have taken to the grave, apparently he didn't feel the same. Calvin was referring to the one and only night, years ago, before she was engaged to Rod, when him and Annie let themselves be more than just friends. It never happened again after that, and they never speak of it. At least never until now.
She was a little shocked and momentarily left a bit dumbfounded. Seeing Annie at a lost for words, and Calvin's beaming smile, Damon broke the silence.
"Annie is actually thinking about C's dick right now!" He basked in his discovery. It was a fact, that given the situation was also technically correct, but certainly wouldn't have been if Calvin hadn't brought that image out in the open.
*
Smack
* she landed one across his face.
Just for good measure she delivered one to Calvin too.
*Smack*
After a long silent moment, the three of them burst into laughter, almost uncontrollably for a moment. Damon was right. She was actually thinking about it, not on purpose, but C had somehow tricked her into it. Trying hard not to think of something almost assures that you will be thinking of whatever it is.
"Well is it?!" Damon blurted out. Comically interested in this surprise size contest and not willing to let the moment just pass and be forgotten. In other words, he was not going to let Annie save face.
Again, she couldn't muster a quick response, the question flustered her. Again, she would pay the price. Now playing in her mind; that night from long ago, what he looked like as he took off his clothes, while he took off her clothes. She remembered being almost shocked at his size at the time. She remembered being nervous, but that particular night, she wanted it.
Throughout the next round of beers, Damon did it again, he had made Annie inadvertently think about "the white elephant" as he now jokingly referred to it. They were all quite amused at this simple mind control experiment. It became a game. Her refusal to answer became a source of laughs as well. Calvin and Damon agreed that her silence must mean only one thing, which was of course an admission that C was in fact, the "bigger man."
She knew that the guys were relishing the idea, but they had bested her on this one. She couldn't think of a way out of it. She thought it was funny too, the three of them had a strange sense of humor when they were together. She took some joy in not admitting to anything.
Calvin had a dare for Annie. Another throwback to the type of games they used to play that would always get at least one of them, if not all of them into trouble.
The dare?
"Tell 'ol Hot Roddie that your ex was bigger."
"I couldn't!! " she reacted but laughed at the idea, they were having fun, a few drinks laughs and at the time, the thought of it was quite amusing.
"You can tell him that its ok, and that you don't really care about that." Another hilarious addition that none of them believed, but thought that would ease inevitable tension the statement would bring. She had no intention of going through with it.
Later that evening Rod was less than amused when she came staggering through the door and knocked over a glass when she got home from her night out. She offered to make it up to him and stripped off her clothes. It was less than coordinated and she lost her balance several times during her drunken strip tease. He smiled. She stripped him too. His cock grew, she kneeled before him and took him in her mouth.
"You like that giant cock in your mouth" he said. A little dirty talk. She gagged on it momentarily as it was a bit funny considering her earlier conversation with her drinking buddies.
"Too big for you?" He reacted.
Then without warning, without thought, she mindlessly executed her buddy's dare. She laughed it off as it was good natured fun, but she felt it. She felt what was once hard in her mouth slowly turned soft. She back peddled.
"I'm kidding baby!"
"A strange thing to say" as he looked perplexed.
She tried vigorously to bring life back to him with her mouth and tounge. She offered up her pussy. He made an attempt, but by then he had gone completely limp.
The next day, she woke certain things were back to normal, her hangover completely gone. The haze of the previous night grew a bit hazier. She was a bit hornier thanks to the night before, having not gotten satisfaction she needed. She rolled over and climbed on top of her fiancé. They kissed and carried on as they usually do. He slipped her out of her nightie, she pulled down his shorts, arched her back, knowing he loves her body presented to him.
Things heated up, they reached the moment where the foreplay would end and he would enter her. The moment didn't come. He only momentarily thickened slightly. Not nearly enough for a successful romp, but even that didn't last but a moment. He deflated quickly.
"I guess I'm just not in the mood." He rolled back over and went to sleep. Annie was shook and left precariously wanting.
Next day, the same thing. This time it caused a bit of an argument. Things got unpleasant and he ended up sleeping on the couch.
Alone in their room, very sexually frustrated she fired off a text to Calvin.
"The dare did not go well, thanks a lot jerk!"
She let her own hand wander about her body, she really needed release. She felt herself begin to swell, moisten. As she began to feel aroused, her phone buzzed, it was a response from Calvin. He couldn't believe she actually did it. She finally convinced him that she unfortunately did even though she should have kept her drunken mouth shut that night. He wrote back an attempt diffuse the situation.
"A dare is a dare."
She started to explain to him the fallout from the dare. It felt a little wrong, dirty to be telling him these intimate details from her relationship. But they were "friends," they do go way back, so she let herself continue. Without really thinking, she admitted to her fiancé's impotence, she revealed her sexual frustration, she revealed how she had resorted to touching herself as her fiancé snores out on the couch in the living room.
It felt good to vent a little and she was glad to have someone to talk to, even though it was his fault. He reminded her that she wasn't actually forced to play the dare. They were laughing together about her situation. Then after a bit of a pause, she received another message.
"Well... as your "friend" I could help you out with your "frustration."
Her immediate reaction was that eye roll that became a commen response to something Calvin would say.
"Of course you would," she snarked sarcastically at his ridiculous offer.
"Well yeah, of course I would" Somehow his retort sounded less smarmy, and more sincere, even supportive. Was he just being empathetic? She wondered. Her compromised thoughts clouded her judgement.
Her mind was dim, as it gets when she is deprived of sex. In a rare moment of clarity she put an end to this silly and wildly innapropriate conversation. She put the phone down, let her hands try and soothe the agony. She could hear her fiancée snoring, a haunting racket from the other room. She tried tuning it out, tried to focus, tried to get herself off, but she could not quite get there. She was desperate. Her fiancé was not up for the task, leaving her needy. The menacing buzzsaw vibrations from the snoring, coming from the living room filled the air. She reluctantly grabbed her phone.
"Just as friends...since it is your fault after all, ok?"
"Ha, I'll leave the door unlocked" he answered, suppressing a victorious boast. Somehow, a potential "booty call of the year" had fallen into his lap.
A few minutes later she popped a gummy and was sneaking past the croaking heap that was her fiancé in the living room and heading back to a place from her past.
As she made the familiar short drive over to the house she had been to several times she couldn't get over the sexual frustration she was feeling. Feeling that she was going to get some release excited her.
But this was different. Although she had slept with Calvin once before, she wanted this to feel less like cheating and more just taking care of an issue that was causing problems in her relationship. She even rationalized; I can just get a quick fix to last me until this fallout with my fiancé blows over. She was confident they will be back to their usual lovemaking selves soon.
Since this was different, she thought of some ground rules on the way over. Definitely no kissing, there was no purpose as this was strictly business. Additionally, she just wanted to get in and get out. No stripping off each other's clothes, just getting right to business. She would lower her pj pants just enough for him to get in, get her off and she would leave just as quickly as she came. No blowjob, no playing with nipples, no forplay at all.
Despite taking "passion" out of the equation, she was so wet in anticipation of actually getting what she so craved.
She arrived and stood outside his door for a moment to compose herself. Annie reminded herself of her rules, then turned the knob and let herself in.
When she entered, he came down the stairs to meet her. He leaned in to hug her, but she put her hand up. "Not so fast C" I have a few rules.
She went over the rules she came up with on the way over. After she finished what seemed to be a lengthy list, he smirked.
"I think you put too much thought into this, don't worry so much, we've done this before"
"Once! And that was different!" She corrected him. "And you know, I barely even remember if you are bigger than my fiancé or not anyway. I was much less experienced then."
"Well did you come here to lecture me, or did you come for another reason? I just want to help, as a friend, like you said." He was still in disbelief that Annie was actually here and he was about to "score" with her.
She was a bit overwhelmed with the whole situation, and she was also very horny.
