When she asked me if I wanted to play "truth or dare", it seemed a little odd and immature. We were both almost nineteen years old now and we hadn't played that game for years.
"So, do you want to play or not?" Tiffany asked again as she kneeled on the corner of the bed.
I put my pencil down on my notebook, and just looked at her as I lay there with my back propped with a pillow against the headboard.
"Come on!! It'll be fun. I promise," she continued as she made a sad puppy dog face.
I looked up at my ceiling as though I was thinking, "alright, alright," I agreed. "How could I say no to that face".
"Great! I'll ask first," Tiffany said with a sexy smile. "Truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"Do you think I'm sexy?"
"Tiffany!" I shouted. "You're my best friend," I continued in a whisper as to not concern my mother who was busy making supper downstairs.
"Ok, my turn." Tiffany quickly tried to change the subject as she felt embarrassed. "I'll take dare," she continued, hoping that I would still play along.
"Well, it's kind of hard to tell how sexy you are because I have only seen you with your clothes on. I dare you to strip to your underwear." I said it just jokingly as I found her first question very odd.
To my surprise she got up and stood at the foot of the bed. Crossing her arms, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt at pulled it up and over her head. I had seen her many times in a bikini before but this seemed different.
Her little breasts seemed so firm, resting in a bra that she probably didn't even need.
"So do you think I'm sexy?"
I still didn't know if she was being serious or this was all a joke.
"All the way to your underwear," I answered, thinking this was the only way to be sure.
She smiled as she looked down. With one hand going to the button of her Jean's, the other push a strand of her blond hair away from her face.
My heart started to beat a little faster as she slowly undid the button. Watching her unzip her pants, I could feel my face getting warmer. Her thumbs went into the front of her Jean's at each side. She turned around to face my bedroom door. Her hips wiggled a little from side to side, trying to pull her Jean's over her tight little ass. Once she got her pants down past her knees, she bent over. By doing so, I could see the outline of her pussy cradled by her white thong.
She pushed her pants to the side and turned back around. This time she looked a little less confident. Standing there with her hands in front of her mound, she asked again.
"Am I sexy now?"
I was lost for words. I just wished that my eyes could be hidden behind my glasses as I kept looking over her petite body. With my legs straight, I tried to push myself back with my hands but was stopped by the headboard.
Looking for an answer, Tiffany got up on the bed with her knees. She leaned forward and started crawling over my body. The warmth from my face, moved throughout my frozen body, straight to my vagina. I had never thought about being with another woman before, but with Tiffany's young, half naked body over me, it was hard not too.