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This might be dangerous.
Kara smiled in response to Lena’s eye contact but she was nervous.
They had reached the point of games night where their collective level of intoxication made anything more complex than college-level drinking games impossible. The fact that the group were mostly in their early thirties didn’t seem to bother anyone as Nia’s suggestion of Truth or Dare was enthusiastically agreed upon. Brainy kissed her hand and she winked back at him.
Alex predictably rolled her eyes in response but, perhaps even more predictably, was easily swayed to participate by a gentle swat on the thigh from Sam. “It’ll be fun, you miser.”
An inappropriately loud giggle rang from the double-seater couch. Having just lost King’s cup, Winn was clearly the most drunk, draped all over James and excitedly slurring his support for the choice of game. Lena simply shrugged, looking somewhat shyly now at the wine glass in her hands with a rosy tinge to her cheeks.
Is she blushing? Or is it just from the wine?
Like so many things about Lena, her pink cheeks held Kara’s attention despite the surrounding chaos. Winn was twerking (the game must have started), and Kara couldn’t help but obsess over whether Lena was nervous too. She did blush when she was nervous. Did she have private thoughts or desires, personal truths that she was fiercely guarding and was worried about revealing under the influence of a little alcohol and the sacred rules of Truth or Dare?
Kara hoped so. It was certainly true for herself and it would be significantly less mortifying if Lena shared those thoughts should they be wrangled out of her during the game. As they surely would be, given the second favourite past-time of the group, after games night, was teasing Kara about her enormous crush on Lena.
As Brainy revealed his favourite pornography category (Truth, hentai, unsurprising), Kara tried to control her anxiety. There was no way that she’d get out of this game unscathed. Best she could do was embrace her fate and hope that the nervous jiggle of Lena’s leg and the frequent glances thrown Kara’s way were a good sign. Perhaps her attraction was reciprocated.
Lena was biting her lower lip now as James and Winn made out (Dare, hot). Kara’s kryptonite. Lena’s mouth, lips, tongue, teeth were a siren to Kara’s heart and to her cock. She could feel herself hardening in her pants. Hopefully not noticeable although it wouldn’t be the only obvious erection in the room as Winn groaned around James’ tongue.
Fuck. Every time. She is so sexy. Beyond sexy. I want her lips on me. Sucking me.
Shit.
Kara put a stop to those thoughts as quickly as she could, but not before she had come to full attention, her cock uncomfortably tented along the right leg of her pants. She gave herself kudos for stopping at all, in contrast to what she usually allowed herself when she was alone in bed, or even sometimes in the bathroom stall at Catco if she caught Lena sitting with her legs apart in a short skirt.
Would she admit these masturbation truths if asked? Sam was topless now (Dare, pink) and Alex was talking about getting fucked in the ass (Truth, switches, then?), would it be so bad to share that she touched herself to the thought of Lena? She could keep the details to herself. Coming all over her hand in the work bathroom while imagining licking Lena over her pantyhose from underneath her desk. Rutting into a fake pussy, filling it up with her come and desperately wishing it was Lena who was taking her release. Shamefully getting hard again while cleaning it out because it incited the image of her come leaking from Lena’s swollen cunt after allowing her to finish inside.
She would have to pick Dare.
“Nia, I dare you to suck Brainy off.”
“Lena!” shouted Sam in delighted shock.
Kara loved it when Lena was free like this. When she really let loose. She was actually very fun, and very open when she wasn’t in work mode. Quite a few of their boozy lunches or movie nights had ended with Lena sharing surprisingly explicit details of her life with Kara. She was no prude, despite public appearances.
Kara would return, again and again, to some of these stories as she fisted her cock before sleeping. How Lena had lost her virginity getting fingered by an older girl in her bunk at boarding school. How, when she tried men, she couldn’t bear to let them in her bed and so fucked them in alleyways outside elite nightclubs and made them come on the brickwork. How she had been so horny lately, without a partner, that she bought a suction masturbator because having her clit sucked gave her the strongest orgasms.
“With pleasure, Lena. But before my mouth is out of commission, I should ask you right back: Truth or Dare?”
“Dare.”
No hesitation, perhaps she, too, had secrets too important to share.
“Well it looks like Kara is struggling a little bit over there.”
Kara flushed violently and tried to cover her hardness, to no avail.
“I think you should warm her cock while I make my boyfriend come in my mouth. It would be a bit mean to make her watch this performance without any stimulation, don’t you think?” asked Nia with a wink in Kara’s direction.
There had been a shift in the atmosphere at some point, Kara realised, and she had missed exactly when it happened. Distracted by thoughts of Lena, yet again. She looked around the room to see Winn’s hand on James’s crotch, both of their eyes trained on Nia who was now on her knees in front of Brainy, giving him head. Alex and Sam were kissing, Sam’s erect nipples on show receiving the occasional pinch from her own hands.
And then there was Lena. Walking towards her, slightly hesitant, but looking beautifully aroused. Her lips were strawberry red, flushed like her cheeks, suggesting a dynamic circulation that Kara hoped and assumed was also manifesting beneath her underwear. In a wet pussy, with swollen inner labia, as bright red as her lips. She might have an erect clit peeking out from its hood, and perhaps even peeking from between those swollen labia to present itself for stimulation.
Lena stood nervously in front of Kara, gently clasping her hands in front of herself.
“Is this okay? I want to help you, if you need it.”
Kara cleared her throat and looked up at Lena, whose nerves were clearly showing. She could barely meet her eye.
“Um. Yeah. I mean, if you want to. If you don’t mind! It might feel nice, I think.”
Fuck, I am so fucking hard I can’t even speak properly. I’m gonna come straight away if she touches me.
“Okay,” she replied, and shyly lifted her skirt to find the waistband of her tights. She slowly rolled them down her thin but defined legs and stepped out of them. She had on white panties which had become translucent from her wet come, and Kara had a brief glimpse of Lena’s cute little clit outlined by the fabric. She had neatly trimmed, dark pubic hair on her mound, but her pussy lips were smooth. Her underwear had ridden up slightly between them in her state of arousal, and her right side looked slightly bigger than the left. Her imperfection made Kara’s heart lurch and her cock pulse. She had definitely ruined her underwear with her pre-come.
Lena approached the couch and, one knee after the other, straddled Kara. She rested her weight on Kara’s knees, legs spread and skirt riding up so that the tendons of her inner thighs were visible, stretched. Trembling, pale hands unbuckled Kara’s belt and Kara found her hands on Lena’s waist without her conscious permission. Her zip was pulled down and then Kara tried to move past her furious embarrassment at how wet she was. Her buttoned boxer briefs were so soaked it looked as though she had come in her pants already.
Thankfully her still rigid cock made itself obvious, and with a tentative but curious touch, Lena was able to bring it through the slit in her briefs. Her head was an angry red colour as it stood at attention, reaching out from her foreskin and desperate to be touched. Lena ran a gentle finger over her slit, and traced down over one of many bulging veins along her shaft with a look of wonder in her eyes.
“You’re really hard.”
Fuck, I think I’m going to come.
Sheer force of will kept Kara’s reaction to a twitch of her cock and a leaking of pre-come from her slit. Her balls were so tight against her body and the head of her dick was pressed tight against her abs. She was really close.
“I’ll put you inside me now, keep you comfortable and warm.”
Lena moved up on her knees and used one hand to draw her panties to the side. A film of her come leaked out from her cunt and slowly, with gravity, made contact first with Kara’s balls and then with her shaft as Lena moved her entrance and Kara’s cock into alignment.
“It should be nice and wet for you Kara. I think I’m tight, too - I hope you like it.”
Give me strength. She sounds so sweet. So sweet but this is really fucking dirty.
The others were watching as Kara’s head stretched the entrance of Lena’s cunt. Perhaps it was Lena’s high pitched, quiet whine that drew their attention. Nia was still on the floor, rested against Brainy’s legs with a streak of his come on her face. Winn and James were wanking each other off and Alex was facing away from them, riding Sam’s fingers.
Using her hands on Lena’s waist to angle her body back, Kara was able to watch as she slowly sank her warm pussy onto her cock. The slick feeling of their most intimate skin in contact was better than anything Kara had imagined, or tried to re-create with sex toys. Lena was insanely tight around her modest girth, there was an obvious stretch to the skin around her entrance as her labia flared around her shaft.
Lena was panting as she bottomed out. Her little clit looked so desperate and hard, more obvious now that her legs were spread around Kara, moving a little bit as Lena clenched her insides around the intrusion in her cunt. She wrapped her arms around Kara’s shoulders in an embrace and nuzzled into her neck. She rubbed her arms lovingly up and down Kara’s back as Kara’s arms held her hips firmly down, ensuring her cock remained in her welcoming sheath.
I need to come inside her. I think she wants it too.
As Lena began to make little noises and little movements, Kara reached her limit. The idea of Lena taking even some small amount of pleasure from her cock, after so generously offering her wet little pussy for Kara to use for relief, was too much. She slowly released streams of come into Lena, filling her from inside with warmth and wetness. Lena’s small thrusts, her shy grinding, prolonged Kara’s pleasure and brought out the evidence of Kara’s orgasm, a white coating where Lena’s entrance wrapped around her shaft.
“I just came, Lena. Inside.”
At this, Lena shuddered. Gently, but for a long while. Silently, but with with a vice grip around Kara’s back. They remained like this as the others filtered out, having got off from watching the two resolve their angst and pining. Kara eventually pulled her soft cock out of Lena and the two watched as her come leaked out, falling into Kara’s pubic hair and onto her shaft. Lena played with it, rubbing it into her skin until she was able to meet her eyes.
“Kara, Truth or Dare?”
“Truth.”