The Cuss Box Week 1

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.

I instantly know that it's one of her tasks due to her penmanship being so much better than mine.

The note was pretty short. It simply read "Between 1 and 4 pm tomorrow, you will strip down completely naked in the bedroom. Once naked, you are to walk out the front door and get in the drivers seat of the car and wait for the other to come out. You will then drive around wherever you want until 4 pm in which you will arrive at home where you will exit the car and walk back inside the house. You are to remain nude the entire time! "

I felt like I had been gut punched. I've always been a bit shy, but this is way outside my comfort zone.

Pam is laughing as she grabs the notepad to write another task earned earlier. I start to say something, but quickly remind myself of the consequences. I finally mutter "Are you kidding me?"

Pam looks at me with a serious look. "So if it was me having to do this would you be asking the same question?"

I look at the table knowing I wouldn't be letting her off either as I love it when people see her beautiful body, but also know that she's not been nude in public either.

The next day eventually arrives after a long night of restlessness. My biggest worry is going out to the car and coming back with no clothes on. We live on a busy road with neighbors on both sides and even across the street.

At 1245, I take a shower and remain naked as Pam keeps walking around video recording me narrating the entire event with her phone. Now, I guess I might as well admit, I'm a grower. Simply meaning that my cock is very short when not erect and worse yet, I'm also not circumcised. I keep myself shaved for many reasons, but one is that it helps make it not seem so small when I'm soft.

At One o'clock, I grab the car keys and head for the front door with Pam following pointing her phone at me the entire time. I swing the front inside door open leaving me still partially covered by the storm door. It's a bright sunny day and I feel the warmth of the sunshine shining on my body.

I look both ways down the street and after seeing a break in the traffic, I quickly run out to the car and try to climb in, but am stopped as the door is locked. I push the unlock on the remote hearing the click. I pull the handle opening the door and quickly sit down feeling the heat of the seat on my ass.

Pam climbs on the passenger side while laughing hysterically. I'm so much wanting to say something but refrain. I start the car and back out into the street and slowly make my way out of our neighborhood. My goal is to get out in a less public area so I'm not so likely to be seen and just drive around until 4 pm.

I start to get comfortable driving around until I hear a ding from the dash and then notice that the fuel gauge is on empty. I look at Pam who shrugs her shoulders.

"I didn't bring my purse, guess you'll have to run back home and get a card?"

I say nothing as I feel my temper build up inside. Once we get back to the house, I pull up in the drive, and once stopped, look over at Pam.

"What are you looking at? I'm not getting it!" she says with a stern look."

I'm more than pissed and fling the door open, step out, and stomp my way to the front door as much as a person does who's barefoot. I open the storm door and when I turn the handle to the inside door, I find it locked. When I turn and look at Pam, she is laughing so hard, that she has tears rolling down her cheeks.

She then holds the keys out the window.

"Do you need these?"

I start to walk back to the car and see the neighbor lady looking at me. I try not to look back but I swear I can almost feel her eyes watching me. Under me breath, I mutter damn it! As I grab the keys from Pam, she giggles as she tells me that she heard that.

I'm more than pissed as I go inside, grab a credit card from my wallet and angrily get in the car. Once back inside, we take off in search of a gas station. I get a couple miles down the road, and suddenly hear the sound of a siren and see the familiar flashing red and blue lights in my rear view mirror.

I pull off to the side of the road and wait for the officer to come to my window. I'm trying to think what I'm going to say as the officer arrives and introduces himself and asks for my license, registration, and proof of insurance. Pam grabs the registration and insurance, but it dawns on me as I hand over the requested paperwork, my license is still in my wallet setting at home.

The officer looks over the paperwork, but then asks again for my license, this time more sternly. I look over at the officer and try to explain that my wallet is at home and being naked, I forgot it. A look of shock comes over his face as he looks down and sees that I was indeed naked. He asked why I was naked, in which we explained our cuss box. He then asked me for my name and date of birth in which I was happy to give. The officer then returned to his car.

It seemed like it took forever but the officer eventually returned. Once back at my window, he had a serious look on his face as he tells me to step out of the vehicle. I look at him with a pleading look in my eyes but he repeats himself. I open the door and step out in which he instructs me to step to the back of my vehicle directly in front of his.

As soon as we get there, he tells me to turn away and to place my hands behind my back. As quickly as I do this, I feel him grab my wrists quickly putting me in handcuffs. The officer then explains that it appears that I might have a warrant, but without me having my license, he's unable to be able to tell if it is me or someone else.

Meanwhile, numerous vehicles are driving by with even some honking as they proceed down the road. A second officer eventually rolls up, pulling in behind the first, and exits her vehicle. Yes, I indicated that the officer is a female. As she approaches carrying a piece of paper., she begins to laugh as she sees my lack of clothing. She hands the paper to the origional officer giggling saying that obviously, the warrant doesn't match.

The first officer removes the handcuffs and issues me warning for not using my turn signal and failure to having my license on my person. He walks me back to my car opening the door allowing me inside to sit down. Pam doesn't say a word as I sit for a moment going over what had just happened.

I then start the vehicle hearing the familiar ding of the low fuel light which seems to send me over the edge.

"SON OF A BITCH!" I yell.

"Guess we better get some gas before we end up having to walk around the streets naked so more?" Pam says giggling as she finishes her comment.

I see a gas station up the street and thankfully, see that nobody else is fueling. I pull up where the car blocks the view of me as I get out reaching back into the car for Pam to hand me her credit card. Instead of feeling a card though, I feel cash.

"We get a discount if we pay cash here sweetie." Pam says again giggling.

I know it's useless for me to argue so I put the fuel into the amount she had given me. Once completed, I try to walk with my chin up with an air of confidence, but the asphalt is getting hot to my feet and I find myself almost running to get inside to the counter.

Once there, I'm met with a young lady who is making no attempt to hide what she was looking at. Of course, I can't help myself but move one hand to cover my shrinking penis.

"Which pump?" she asks.

I tell her that she seems to take forever to figure out how much discount we got. I hear the sound of the door chime and turn around to see an elderly woman walk in. She looks me up and down and then makes a comment.

"Sure glad my deceased husband wasn't as small as you sonny."

Hearing this, I just told the clerk to keep the change and walked back to the car.

Pam was no longer trying to hold back laughing as I could hear her before I even got back inside. She managed to stifle herself as we drove around until four, in which we really didn't have any other exciting things to happen. By this time, I really didn't care anymore and as soon as I parked the car, I just got out and walk straight into the house not hesitating or even caring who saw me. As Pam walked in, she made her way over to the box.

"Looks like I have a few tasks to get caught up with." Pam says ending with her laughing out loud.

As for me, I'm really going to have to up the game for the tasks when I catch her though.

Continued to next week.