You and I are best friends and have been for most of our lives. We’re also roommates. I come out of my bedroom one evening wearing nothing but panties and one of your t-shirts that somehow got mixed up with my clothes when I was doing the laundry. I am surprised to see you sitting on the couch because you’re supposed to be on a date. When I ask what you are doing home so early you tell me your girlfriend had other plans so she cancelled your date. I tell you I’m sorry that she backed out on you but secretly I’m pleased. I think your girlfriend is a major bitch but that’s probably just jealousy speaking. You don’t know it but I’ve lusted after you since we were teens. You’ve never really seen me as a woman, though, just as your best friend whom you can tell anything and everything to.
I walk into the kitchen and grab a couple of beers out of the fridge. I open them, put some tortilla chips in a bowl and grab the jar of salsa. I carry them to the living room and place the chips and salsa on the coffee table before handing you a beer. You thank me as I sit on the recliner. We watch the baseball game for a while. We order pizza and when it comes I head into the kitchen for napkins, plates and two more beers. After we eat, I ask if you’re up to a game of Truth or Dare, something we used to play as kids. You say sure and decide to go first.
“Truth or dare?” you ask me. I pick truth. You ask me how many guys I’ve slept with, because unlike you, I don’t kiss and tell. I tell you I’ve only ever slept with one guy and it was really nothing to write home about.
“Truth or dare?” I ask. Truth is your response. I ask if you ever considered proposing to one of your many girlfriends over the years. You tell me no and I have to try to hide my relief from you.
I pick a dare on my next turn. You dare me to kiss you. I get up and walk over to the couch. I straddle your legs, put one hand on the back of your head and the other on your cheek. I lower my mouth to yours. I run my tongue along the seam of your lips, forcing my tongue into your mouth, exploring your mouth with my tongue before playfully tugging on your lower lip.
“Truth or dare?” I ask breathlessly.
“Dare,” you answer. I’m thrilled that your voice isn’t quite steady. It tells me the kiss affected you too. I dare you to strip down to your boxes. I slide off your lap and blatantly watch as you pull off your t-shirt, revealing tight abs and dark hair. You undo your belt and the button on your jeans. I notice that your hands aren’t quite steady either. You pull the zipper down and wriggle out of your Wranglers, revealing dark blue boxers. You sit back on the couch and I return to my chair.
