Who plays games? Kids do, for sure. But there also is also a category I'll call bored adults. These adults play games, too. Adult games.
It was Spring break at the University. Most students had gone home. A few of us who hadn't, three girls, spent an evening listening to music and drinking in the apartment of three male roommates. We didn't know the guys well, but one of us had just begun dating one of the guys.
As the evening began to drag, a guy, John, suggested that we play a game of dares. I (Rachel) and my friend Wendy immediately agreed. The third girl, Alice, was reluctant as she was the one dating one of the roommates, Billy. But it wasn't serious at that point. Their relationship hadn't gone beyond some lengthy good night kisses. It's easier to do crazy stuff with people who don't mean anything to you -- and you probably won't see the next day. Alice whispered that things could get awkward with her and Billy, as they hadn't been sexual with each other. Mightn't the dare game get risqué?
Yeah, girl. Isn't that the purpose? There's always fun in flashing a little skin, isn't there? With some peer pressure, as everyone else was on-board, Alice agreed.
A game was produced called 'Do You Dare?' with three sets of cards colored Green, Yellow and Red. Each card called for a player to complete a dare appropriate to the color. A player got one point for completing the action called for on a Green, 3 for Yellow, and 5 for Red. The object of the game was to amass the most points. We set an ending time. You could choose whatever color you wanted, but the person ending up with the fewest points was the loser. It was agreed that the loser would have to perform a forfeit determined by the winner. Nothing illegal or dangerous, but beyond that, one's imagination was the only constraint. The prospect of losing and being obligated to perform the forfeit would encourage the players not to choose the safety of only Green, or even Yellow, dares. We expected the Red cards to be naughty, but the forfeit for the loser was sure to be worse.
Alice went first, and selected a Green dare. "Choose a partner and give him or her kisses on the neck for 1 minute." Easy-peezy; she choose Billy and covered his neck with kisses. Fun. One point Alice.
Billy was next (we were alternating boy-girl) and he figured he'd move the game along by choosing Yellow. "For a man: Remove your shirt and sit exposed for 3 minutes while the game proceeds."
Billy needed no prodding to remove his shirt and even gave the crowd a show by flexing his chest muscles. 3 points.
I was next and also chose Yellow. (Who would be the brave soul to first see what devilment lurked in Red? Not me.) "Choose a partner and give him or her a leg massage for 3 minutes on the bare skin."
I wasn't ready to ask a guy to remove his trousers to get to bare skin. I chose Wendy. Her skirt came to the knee, so I massaged her feet and legs up to the knee. The guys were on me that I wasn't doing a thorough job (they wanted the thighs involved) but I demurred. We all realized that had a guy gotten that Yellow card, the dare might have been a lot more daring. Tough luck, guys. 3 points for me.
John was the macho man, and chose a Red card. "Ask a player if they will let you massage their genitals through their underwear; if no one is willing, massage your own -- for 3 minutes."
Yikes. John looked around at the 5 of us. The two guys immediately began shaking their heads indicating 'don't even ask.' John looked at the three ladies. "It would be fun," he said encouragingly. Wendy was only one brave enough to even consider allowing something. "I'll let you rub my breasts through my bra."
I wasn't sure if that complied with the 'genitals' requirement, but there were no lawyers in the house and no one objected.
Wendy lay down on the floor and opened her blouse. She was wearing a pretty, push-up bra that covered most of her medium-sized breasts, but leaving enough skin swelling out the top to be inviting. John used both hands to massage her. Then he boldly let a finger invade inside the bra to touch the nipple. He was supposed on only rub against the fabric of the bra but Wendy was a good sport, and let him essentially grope her for the full 3 minutes. 5 points John.
Well, maybe the Red cards aren't that terrible, some of us thought. We'd find out otherwise later.
Wendy was the next to select, and she also chose Red. "Choose a player from the group. Allow that person to circle an ice cube on your bare behind for 2 minutes."
Oh my. First, this required her to expose her butt. The first nudity of the game. And secondly, two minutes of an ice cube on your butt is a long, long time. Maybe 'in' the butt? The instructions didn't specify exactly where that ice was to be applied.
"I don't want to do that," Wendy said with trepidation in her voice.
"Sorry, lady," said John. "No one will force you to do it, but you'll get a zero for this dare. It will be hard not to be the loser with such a score."
Wendy weighed that unpleasant option and accepted a lesser unpleasant fate. She chose me to apply the ice. (There were a lot of volunteers, but it was certain she wasn't going to let some guy that close to her.) She lowered her slacks and underwear, and, legs pressed tightly together (not to show too much else) leaned over a chair. I approached those round, muscular runners' cheeks of hers with the ice. She stiffened and yelped as I applied it. Then I introduced the ice just a little into her butt hole, to have some fun. She jerked upward and let out a cry. But she was a soldier and the crowd enjoyed our little show.
Matt was next. He chose Red. The dare for a man was to let the women in the group determine -- by means of touch, with eyes closed -- if he was circumcised or not.
Matt grinned broadly. No trepidation there.
We three lined up with eyes closed. Matt took our hands and, one at a time, guided us to the top of his underwear. Each separately reached down to grab hold of the tip of the penis and assess its structure. Matt reacted as most guys would do in such a situation; he began to move about with the excitement. And the penis began to stir.
