"If you fuck this level up again, I will put your head through the wall, Ashlyn. We're gonna go hands up," Zaria warned her roommate, who had failed to beat the timer for now the third time.
"I'm doing my best, Z. This shit is chaotic. You know I usually play 2K or something."
Ashlyn stretched as she stood, unthinkingly exposing her happy trail and the top of her Calvin Klein briefs to Zaria. Though they had been roommates for almost a year now, Zaria had never gotten to see as much of Ashlyn's body as she secretly wanted. Even though Ashlyn was a gym rat, a high school PE teacher, and a former collegiate athlete, she was still pretty shy about nudity and rarely gave Zaria the opportunity to see some extra ebony brown skin. But tonight? Zaria had a plan to change that.
She shook her head and replied, "But I been preparing you for this all weekend. So lock the fuck in, ma'am."
Ashlyn sauntered into the nearby kitchen and pulled a pair of water bottles out from the fridge before grabbing the lighter out the drawer and rejoining Zaria on the couch. She picked up the blunt from the tray and held it in her mouth as she waited for Zaria to light it for her. It was a little favor she always did for her, just like how Ashlyn always carried in the heavy groceries up to the apartment and took care of any bugs that surprised them.
"Ready?" Zaria held out the second controller after Ashlyn had gotten in a couple puffs to calm her nerves. Zaria only declined because she wanted to be fully present for this night.
"Yeah, I'm good. Let's get it." Ashlyn reached for her controller, but Zaria held it back at the last moment. This made her quirk up an eyebrow.
"I wanna change the stakes first. We should put something on the line to make sure we both giving it our best."
"Okay, I can see it," Ashlyn replied, nodding her head. "What's the bet?"
"Whoever fails this round has to complete a dare of the other person's choosing. But don't worry, I won't have you doing anything physically dangerous." A mischievous smile played at Zaria's lips, but she tried to mask her excitement for the night to get started for real.
Ashlyn reached for the controller again, but Zaria kept it just out of reach. "You have to agree to my terms first. Then we can start."
"You're so bossy, Zaria, you know that?"
"I do. Now pinky promise on it."
Even though she rolled her eyes, Ashlyn completed the pinky promise and took the controller happily. Despite her light protest, Ashlyn loved Zaria always taking charge. When the neighbors would blast music too late on school nights, Zaria was quick to bang on the door and get it solved for her.
The game was on. They worked quickly and in tandem to split the tasks up between them and fight against the clock. But, just as Zaria had expected, Ashlyn was the one to push them over the time limit once again. The weed had kicked in just in time and Ashlyn's thinking was a bit too slow as she tried to press the right buttons.
"Damn," Ashlyn cursed quietly as the screen gave them a big, fat red X to reinforce their utter failure. Even worse, the time was longer than the round before.
"So now I can knock your head between the washer and dryer, right?" Zaria taunted her playfully.
"You said the dare wouldn't be physically dangerous."
Zaria laughed. "No, there will be no harm done to your physical body, Ashlyn. You'll be fine."
Ashlyn huffed. "Okay, what is it I gotta do then? Also, I was trying my best!"
The little whine she did made Zaria tingle. She needed a dare that would finally crack the door open without scaring her off. Ashlyn was so sweet and protective of their friendship that Zaria almost felt bad about having made up her mind to finally act on her desires. Almost. As much as she was a good friend, she was also a woman with needs. Due to being roommates, Zaria was keenly aware of the complications that could be caused if things went awry, but she'd covered her bases.
First of all, the lease would be up soon. Whatever mess tonight may create would be solved in two months or less. Next, she knew that Ashlyn had been single now for a couple months, and she had not been entertaining any visitors. With the thinness of the walls, Zaria was very certain that Ashlyn missed fucking, too. Lastly, she was confident that she was as much Ashlyn's type as Ashlyn was hers. Ashlyn had a clear pattern of fems with big tits and wide hips. Zaria, for her part, loved a stud with a strong back and a killer smile. Ashlyn had both and a nice ass to add a cherry on top.
"I'll give you a choice between two dares since I know you tried even harder than last time," Zaria replied. "You can either kiss me or take off an item of clothing."
Ashlyn did a double take, having decided to finish off the blunt at the wrong time. She sputtered and coughed as Zaria leaned over to pat her back and help her get it out. "You're so dramatic."
"I'm dramatic? Did you not hear what you just said to me?" Ashlyn asked incredulously, staring at her in disbelief. Zaria just rolled her eyes and held the other woman's gaze confidently.
"Did I stutter?"
The challenge hung in the air. Ashlyn was frozen in shock, but she knew she needed to make a decision. She let her eyes drag over Zaria's body from her painted white toes that stood out against her chocolatey smooth skin up to her seductive brown eyes that were framed by long black lashes. Zaria cocked her head to the side, waiting to see if Ashlyn was up to the challenge.
"Do you get to choose what I take off?"
Zaria smirked. "It feels like you want me to choose. And I want you to take off your shirt."
Ashlyn nodded and stood, reaching for the bottom hem of her shirt when Zaria put a hand on her hip. "Face me, I wanna look at you."
The request made Ashlyn feel a small, hot sensation in her stomach. She turned around and looked down at Zaria, who was delighted as she sat cross-legged on the couch in front of her. Although she'd seen her roommate nearly every day for the last year, something about this angle was new. She noticed the random freckles on her chest as she enjoyed the view of Zaria's ample cleavage. Just this one crazy dare had already riled Ashlyn up to lustfully eye her friend.
As she lifted the slightly damp graphic tee over her head, Ashlyn was rewarded with a small gasp and a familiar thumb running across the top of her Calvin Klein trunks, tickling her now exposed hip.
