All actors are presumed to be 18 or older. Any resemblance of actual events are purely accidental.
Pam and I are childhood sweethearts. It seems like we've known each other forever. We've attended grade school and high school being in the same classes every year, and when it came time to go to college, we decided to continue the same path enrolling in the same school, and even so much, we rented a house together to help save money.
I've always felt myself lucky that she had taken an interest in me as she was much more than I. I mean I'm not a bad guy. At 21 years old, I don't think I look bad. I stand a little over six feet tall, weigh about 170 pounds, and have light brown hair in which I keep groomed well.
But, compared to her. I just don't feel like I make the team. She's 21 as well, with our birthdays just a week apart. She stands a petite five foot one inch. She always emphasizes that one inch...lol. She's thin weighing in about 90 pounds, has small but perky breasts, and a perfect little butt. And if that isn't enough, she has blond hair that reaches about half way down her back.
So anyway, one evening, we had just finished eating dinner and Pam suddenly made the comment that she thinks that the two of us cuss too much. I was surprised as I had never really put much thought into it, but obviously, she had.
"I think I have a way to help get us to stop, but also make it fun." she says smiling.
I always like it when she smiles as that usually means she has something naughty in mind as well.
"Okay?" I respond.
"I came up with kind of a interesting twist of a cuss jar in which people typically throw in a quarter when they are caught cussing. But I want it to be more fun."
Realizing she's put a lot more thought into this than even earlier thought, I find myself a bit nervous, but yet, I'm still interested in what she has thought up.
"Go on?"
"So it's not really difficult. I have a cardboard box wrapped and taped up. It has a slot in the top cutout. Beside the box is a legal sized notepad, a pen, and a tape dispenser."
As she says this, she pulls out the noted items and sets everything on the table.
"Now what happens, is if you catch me using a cuss word, then you get to write out a task, maybe a dare, but something that requires a person to do something. It needs to be detailed hence the need for the entire sheet of paper. Once you write it out, you then fold it to where it fits in the slot of the box. That's about a four inch square and use just one piece of tape to keep it folded up."
My mind is racing now of things I can have her do. Wash the car, mow the yard, and things like that.
I smile "Are you sure that you want to do this?"
She then smiles and sits on my lap straddling my legs.
"You haven't heard all the rules yet my dear." She says as the smile leaves her face.
I continue to smile not letting on a bit of nervousness coming over me.
"On each Friday, we flip a coin. Whoever loses, has to do the task, and the task is whatever is shaken out of the box first after the loser is decided. This means that the tasks or dares you come up with, could be for either one of us, and in fact, once the task is done, the loser initials the paper, refolds it, and it goes back into the box, so the other could end up doing it as well."
My smile disappears a bit as I ask "And when do we do these tasks or dares?"
Pam kisses me on the lips before announcing "They have to be done during the weekend so we can get back to doing our school studies during the week."
I smile great big as many different ideas come to mind. Not even thinking, I reply "Son of a bitch. This is going to be fun!"
Pam's face changes quickly to a look of seriousness. As she jumps off my lap.
"Well looks like we are going to have a first task in the box." she says as she grabs the notepad and starts to write something. It takes her about 15 minutes, but then I hear her get up and giggle as she starts to fold up the sheet of paper.
"Aren't you going to allow me to read it?" I ask.
Pam smiles as she looks at me straight in the eye "Only if you want to be the loser already?"
I admit defeat and not say anything, but as I start to think about the box, it's obvious that I'm going to have to come up with some tasks or dares and I'm going to need to catch her cussing so I can get to put some ideas in the box too.
The first night goes well as we both are being very careful as to what we say. But the next morning, I hear Pam get up first as she has the earlier class. Things were pretty much normal until I heard her mutter "Damn it!". Now any other boyfriend would have been asking what was wrong, but not me. I jump out of bed and run to the box grabbing the notepad and begin to write a task that I had thought of overnight.
This was the start. Every time that one of us would cuss, which was quite often, the other would jump up and run to the box to write out another new task. I found myself thinking of things, even getting to dares that were naughty, and even a bit risky. The hard thing to do was keep in mind that the tasks or dares that I come up with, might have to be done by me.
Friday finally arrives in which we had decided that we would do the drawing of the task after dinner. We quickly cleaned up our plates, put the food away, and then looked at each other like children waiting to open presents. I pull out a quarter from my pocket.
"Heads or tails?" I ask
I flip the quarter in the air letting it land on the table as Pam says tails.
The coin bounces a couple of times before coming to rest tails up.
"Shit!" I say before even thinking.
Pam laughs "I'll wait to write that task out until we draw yours."
I'm pissed but it wasn't her fault. Pam grabs the box, turns it to where the slot is facing down, and begins to shake it. It takes a bit, but a piece of paper eventually falls out landing on the table.
"It's your task. You read it."
I grab it off the table and peel the tape back making the paper easily open.
"Read it out loud!" she says while giggling.