Michael's Revenge Part 2
I walked into the door and looked around. There was a closet off to my left side, on the right side was the start of a hallway, and straight ahead was a winding spiraling staircase.
"You can take your shoes off." Stef told me as she took hers off and put them on top of a black shoe stand that was off to the side. I quickly followed suit and took placed mine on the shoe stand as well.
"My room is upstairs, if you'd follow me." She said in what appeared to me to be a very seductive tone. I followed her up the staircase, it had a landing on the first floor but she kept going until reaching the second floor. She led me into the first door on the right and suddenly stopped at the door.
"Just give me a few minutes please, I want to change out of these work clothes." Stef asked of me.
"Sure, take all the time you need."
"Don't worry, I won't make you wait long." She said with a smile. She came back rather quickly, only make me wait about five minutes or so. She is wearing a short skirt that really shows off her legs, and a brown sweater that seemed to fit nice and snugly. She was also wearing white socks that went up to her knees. She had her golden blonde hair let loose, no longer tied into the ponytail required of girls that work there. But must stunning of all was her smile, I don't think I've ever seen her look so happy, her smile seemed to drag me in like a black hole, and did I want to be sucked in. She gestured for me to come into her room and I gladly followed.
The walls were pink, a bright pink that just kind of said "Hey I'm here. look at me I'm pink", that was the first thing I noticed. As I looked around I noticed her room was seemingly elegantly organized into a perfect randomness of strewn clothes, cd's, stuffed animals, and various memorabilia that were scattered across her room. That is not to say it was messy, the mess seemed to have some design to it, even if that design was undefinable to me. Against one wall she had a computer, currently turned off and beside it was a window which overlooked the street and a beautiful old oak tree, whose shadows now danced across the room. I had a sudden image of her sitting at her desk, reading something, perhaps a beautiful poem of love, or some harlequin romance online, maybe even some slash version of Harry Potter fan fiction; and looking out this window down at the people walking by. This image came to me with such clarity and loneliness I knew it had to have the wrinkle of truth to it.
She went over to the bed and laid down, then she pushed herself up a bit and motioned for me to sit on the chair, she seems a lot more in control at home than she does at work I thought. After a few moments of awkward silence I decide to try to start up the conversation.
"Those girls really are bitches, I mean if they just took the time or effort to get to know you they would realize how great you are."
"Yeah, I guess." She said, and I think I noticed a bit of a blush starting to form in her face.
"So what do you want to do right now?" I asked her nervously.
"I don't know just talk I guess, not much to do I suppose."
"Well how about a game of truth of dare?" I asked even more nervously.
"Alright sounds like fun." She answered, a lot more peppery about it than I thought she would be. "So who goes first?" She asked of me.
"I guess you should, it's your house after all." I didn't really care who goes first, as I am just very excited to be playing this game with her, I mean my mind was reeling with all of the possibilities. I was happy to be doing this with her, I mean I've had a crush on her for so long and now we might finally take it to the next step, my mind was playing a hundred different scenarios at once trying to think of all of the great outcomes that can happen.
"Okay." She said with a gorgeous smile, and then more seductively, "Truth, or dare?"
"Truth." I said not wanting to be very daring at the beginning of this game, plus I wanted things to start off slowly, ease into this new aspect of our relationship.
"How many girls have you had sex with?" she coyly pounced the question on me.
Wow, I thought to myself, so much for starting off slowly, she is just going to get right into the heat of things. I didn't really expect this, especially coming from a girl who acts so shyly at work all the time. "Three." I mumbled.
"What was that?" She grinned.
"Three." I repeated myself, while holding out my hand with three fingers extended to indicate the number as well. I was just happy to get it out, and frankly was more embarrassed than she usually is at work. Just then I noticed her brush her golden hair out of her face, revealing her bright shining eyes, and I guess I was studying her hair pretty studiously for she gave me a strange look, one of disbelief, shock, and utter glee. Just then I remembered what I just answered and snapped out of my daydreams of her glowing golden locks.
"Wow more than me," She winked. "but I guess that's to be expected, it must be very hard for a woman to resist you." Now it was my turn to blush from a flattering remark.
Suddenly I remembered it was my turn to ask the all important, all encompassing question "Truth, or dare?" I was fully expecting her to choose dare, based on the look of disappointment on her face when I said truth. Unfortunately, much to my chagrin, she chose truth. Caught completely by surprise I had no truth readily available in my mind, so I went with the first thing that popped into my mind.
"How many guys have you slept with?"
"That's not fair, "She replied " you can't ask me the same question right back at me."
Shit, I thought, now I have nothing and I don't want to slow this game down, we are on a limited time frame after all. "Well technically I'm asking a different question, I'm asking how many guys you slept with, not had sex with, so you have to answer." I said full of confidence in hopes of swaying her to my point of view.
She sighed. "Very well. I've slept with four guys, and I'm not saying I've had sex with them."
I thought this over in my head, I highly doubted she had sex with all of them, she didn't really seem the type. Then again when she's at home I see a whole new side to her that I've never really glimpsed before. Still I thought, life presents you with lots of opportunities to sleep with guys, non-sexually, and she does have a brother and she could be including him in the count. Also she said my three was more than her, so I know it can't actually be more than three. Now I was really curious as to the real number.
She now asked me the ever present question, "Truth, or dare?" This time, not wanting to slow things down too much, and plus I was kind of afraid what else she'll ask, I chose dare. at least with a dare I won't have to tell anything I don't want her to know just yet.
"Okay, I dare you to take your shirt off." She said practically jumping off the bed from excitement.
"Alright." I said rather shyly. I took my shirt off and put it on the ground.
"Oooo very nice." She said with a big smile. I guess this was true since I'm not in a bad shape, I'm not perfectly tone either, I manage to keep up my physique from all the work I do. "I can't wait to see more of you now."
"Oh, and you could wait before?"
"Yes I could." She said with a flirtatious grin.
Just then I realized it was my turn to ask and I blurted it out rather quickly "Truthordare."
"Truth or dare." I repeated myself, trying to calm my eagerness down.
She looked me straight in the eyes and said "Dare."
I was overjoyed to hear this, and my mind was instantly sent into a whirlwind, what should I ask her to do? I couldn't tell her to take her shirt off, she already dared me to do that. Just then my horny mind thought of something perfect, without taking it too far for the first dare.
"I dare you to do a hand stand, and walk around your room."
"Alright." She said, a little puzzled about my request. However she soon realized my purpose as she attempted to stop her skirt from falling down as she went upside down. She sighed and tried again, this time succeeding in the hand stand. The entire time I was staring at her thong. It was pink with Tigger from Winnie the Pooh on the front, bouncing on his tail. I kept thinking of just how wonderful she looks, and I noticed she shaved or waxed down there. Finally she was done walking around the room, and went back to her bed, adjusting her skirt as discreetly as possible.
"Truth or dare?" She quickly asked of me.
"Dare." I responded without hesitation.
"I dare you to take your pants off." Hmm I thought, it seems she is meticulously trying to get me naked. I complied and took off my pants revealing my boxers featuring the Fab Four. It could be worse I thought, at least my boner has resided from that last dare I made her do. However being almost nude in front of Stef started to make me a little horny and the more I tried not to, the more I could feel the blood rushing to my penis.
"Oh I love the Beatles!" She exclaimed. "They are one of my all time favourite bands. And I might I add, damn I can't wait to get those boxers off." It seems she has taken notice of me pitching my tent.
"Yeah it's nice we have so much in common." Now truth or dare?"
"Dare of course."
"Ok I dare you to do a striptease down to your underwear."
"Alright," She said. "but I want to have some music to strip to."
"Okay give me one minute." She then went on her computer and pulled up a song and hit play. All of a sudden "What Kind Of Love Are You On" started playing and she started stripping. She danced in perfect time to the music, moving her body to the beat. She slowly began to take her sweater off, revealing a very pink bra underneath. Next to go were her knee high socks. For this she got onto her bed suggestively and using just her feet had them take her socks off. She got back up and danced around for a while, still perfectly to the music. She then winked at me and began to remove her tee shirt. Her bra popped out and her breasts looked wonderful, contained in the bra. She danced some more, feels confident, and she had reason to be as my tent was fully erect. She lifted up her skirt and flashed her ass, it looked great barely covered in her thong. She finally took of her skirt with a great, serious smile on her face. Her thong and bra matched each other perfectly, and she seemed to want to show it off. Her body looked so good, she was the perfect size. Her skin was fairly pale, almost like a light cream. She came up to me and she let me get a good look at her cleavage. She then gave me a very exciting lap dance for the rest of the song.
"I can see you really enjoyed that." She pointed out as she glanced down at my pole.
"Oh so much so. That was really good."
"I'm glad you liked it."
"I'm glad you did that."
"Well I had to didn't I? You did dare me." She winked.
"Yeah." I smiled back.
"So now its your turn, truth or dare?"
"Truth." I smirked. I chose truth more to upset her than anything, also I could pretty much guess what the next dare would be judging by the way she was eying my boxers. She was now looking at them with sorrow.
"Fine," she rolled her eyes, "have you ever masturbated while thinking of me?"
"Yes." I admitted.
"Really? Thats kind of hot." She seemed satisfied.
"Well what do you expect, look at you, how could I not want to think about you." However, she didn't blush at this compliment, I think because she seemed so confident now. "Truth or dare?" I asked.
"Truth." She said with an air of smugness. Ahh, I guess this is her way of getting back at me for not taking a dare.
"How often do you masturbate?" I quickly asked.
Now she did blush. "I guess about once every couple of days or so." I thought about this for a minute or two, the idea of it made me squirm. However, I was interrupted from my thoughts by the usual question "Truth or dare?"
"Dare." I said not wanting to waste time on any more truths, they aren't nearly as fun. She seemed to think for a few minutes, as if debating how badly she really wanted my boxers off.
"I dare you to kiss me, no tongue, and it can't be on my lips." She smirked.
"I see your letting me keep my boxers for now."
"Just for now." She winked.
I approached her and she got up from the bed. I wrap my arms around her and position her so that I am now behind her. I began softly kissing her neck. One hand was on her stomach while my other was gently rubbing her ear. I got more aggressive in my kissing as I moved around her neck. I turned her around and began to make my way down to her breasts. Just as I was about to reach the beginning of her bra she stopped me.
"I think thats enough for now."
"Alright." I said rather sourly. This time we both went back to the bed, trying to get close to each other.
"Truth or dare?"
"Dare," she replied quickly and confidently, with a hint of bound up sexual desire.
"Alright I dare you to let me spank your ass ten times." She looked a little sad at this, as if she was expecting something else, but with an ass that nice I couldn't wait to get my hands on it.
"Ok, how do you want me?"
I was startled by the question at first but then I quickly recovered and decided on the best way to do this. I instructed her to lie down across my lap with her ass in a great view. However she must of been really horny because she started to play with the tip of my penis. "Hey, that's not fair, I can't think when you do that." I moved her hands away and began the dare. At first I put my hand on her ass, just softly rubbing it. I then started the spanking the first five being relatively soft, however the sixth one I hit rather hardly on her nice firm ass and I could hear her groan, I immediately regretted hurting her, but I continued with another four spanks to her ass, all equally hard. Her ass was just starting to get red when she got back up.
"Ow those last ones really hurt."
"Sorry I just kind of got into it."
"Alright, I suppose, but I will get you back." She said mischievously.
"Dare." I blurted out before she could even ask the question.
"Well looks like someone is really eager to keep going." She smiled. "I guess it's time for those boxers to come off. But not so quick, first I want to get you back for that "little" spanking. I want you to go to my closet and let me hang you by your boxers for one minute."
I now really regretted giving her that spanking, remembering how much it hurt hanging last time, and with Stef helping then too. "Alright, if that's what you want." I said as I went to the closet. She then moved her chair over and ordered me on it. She then hooked up my boxers to the pole in her closet and I could feel the wedgie start to take hold.
"Ready?" She asked.
"As I'll ever be."
She then pulled the chair aside and I started hanging, I could feel my boxers slide right into my ass. The pain was immense and it felt like my ass was burning, I tried to keep silent the entire time. I looked over to Stef and she was smiling, looking like she was having the time of her life. She came up to me and grabbed my ass, spreading my cheeks so the boxers went in even more, she then gave me a quick pull and I could feel my taint starting to hurt as well. After what seemed more like five minutes she finally came over with the chair for me to step on. She then undid my boxers, and with one quick swoop pulled them down, and I was now completely naked in front of Stef.
"Wow, you are enjoying this." She said eying my erectness hungrily.
I blushed feverishly as she pat her hand around my penis. She then looked right at me and moved in close. She then moved her lips close to my ears and licked them in such a way that it sent shivers down my spine. I was starting to wonder how far she went with those four other guys again.
"Dare," she whispered into my ear.
"Umm..." I gulped. Boy, she was really making it hard to think.
"If you don't think of anything I'll just have to give you another dare."
"Well then I dare you to give yourself a shoulder wedgie for five minutes and then let me strip you." She looked kind of scared at the thought of the wedgie but she agreed to it.
She got into the room and proceeded to lift her thong up. She then put her arms through the loops and wiggled the thong up. The higher she got the more vicious the look of pain got on her face. As she got closer to her shoulders it didn't look like she was going to reach it, but then she got both arms through at the same time and began the shoulder wedgie.
The look on her face was intense, but she clenched through it. I could see her thong splitting her pussy lips in two, and as I turned her around her ass looked to be in extreme pain as well. I hugged her in my arms, and she held on to me tightly.
I moved my hand up and undid her bra. I then pulled away from her and I helped her remove her bra. I stared at her breasts, they were a beautiful thing to behold. I could tell she was at least a B cup, and they seemed big enough to roughly fit my hands. Her nipples looked very perky and hard. I moved close to her nipples and began licking and rubbing them, she gasped and I couldn't tell if it was from the pleasure or the pain. I began to finger her clitoris and this time I knew the gasp came from pleasure. Quickly enough the five minutes were up and I stopped fingering her and helped her out of the wedgie. Now we were both nude.
After she caught her breath and took a few minutes to recover she asked me truth or dare.
"Dare," of course.
"OK." she said obviously exhilarated. "I dare you to lick me until I cum."
I looked down at her, and noticed how wet she is. She laid down on the bed, her legs opening up over the edge. I got down on my hands and knees and approached her. I began to kiss her leg upwards with my goal in sight. I began to lick the outer layer of her pussy, and I began to finger her clitoris. I moved my tongue in her pussy and I could hear her gasping. I looked up and saw her playing with her nipples. I continued to lick her and finger her clit quicker and quicker. Her gasps were becoming very audible and finally she gave one big gasp and collapsed. I stopped fingering her and licked up all the cum that came out of her. I then cuddled her for ten minutes until she seemed ready to play some more.
"Dare, I assume?" I asked of her.
"Uh huh." She confirmed.
By now I was very horny and itching to get some relief. "I dare you to suck on me until I cum, making sure to swallow." She started to eagerly move towards me, with very seductive look in her eyes. Her hand started to play with my balls and she started to lick the tip of my penis. All of the sudden I heard a noise coming from downstairs. She immediately stopped licking me.
"Shit, Mom is home." She said with obvious fear in her voice.