Truth or Dare

TRUTH OR DARE

This story, and the characters created therein, remain the creative property of Mitzi Norton. The characters are all aged over 18 and no likeness to any person is to be inferred.

'That's what happens when you're a daddy's girl,' I said, giggling and hiding my grin behind my the hair between my fingers.

'It's so kind of your dad,' Carly replied, picking up her cocktail and taking a long, deliberate sip and smiling at me.

I smiled back at her, holding the exchange a pulse before she glanced down.

'He wants to give his Princess what she likes,' I explained from behind the lock of chestnut hair.

Carly again sucked with faux innocence on her straw, and we looked out over the sea from our table. The clear blue of the night sky meant the moon glinted on the tranquil water, the ripples gently curling and uncurling the lunar reflection, while the warm breeze played over the soft skin we had spent the afternoon tanning. Waiters scurried between the tightly packed tables. I watched them leering at Carly and me, hoping they would be taking us to our hotel room or the beach or the alley behind the restaurant to reinforce their experience of easy British girls.

Watching Carly suck on her straw, I could see why she would be more popular with the locals.

I have dark hair, brown eyes, an air of aloofness and superiority. The experience of draining my father's cock into my hungry young pussy meant that I preferred men to be grown and mature and at least twice my age. My sexuality is, and always has been, borne of confidence, possibly arrogance, that no man would reject me. My ability seduce my own father had proven it, if I had ever doubted it. Not only that, but my dress sense was more conservative tonight and less fuck me right now because British girls are sluts.

By contrast, Carly was two or three inches taller than me and much more striking. It was easy to understand what drew men to her. Her blonde, highlighted hair bounced with lively enthusiasm and delicate curls, her blue eyes danced with energy, she laughed loudly and raucously, at almost anything. In addition, her indecently short white skirt showcased her long, toned, muscular legs and her baby blue vest top was struggling valiantly, and only just successfully, to restrain her enormous, firm boobs. Her nipples poked through, betraying their size and firmness, and her lack of need for the support of a bra..

Despite this, Carly seemed to lack the hyper sensitivity to the attention of men which I had always felt. She laughed and danced and drank with little concept of men being attracted to her.

The waiters buzzed, checking if we were okay, smiling at Carly, glancing at me. They asked if we wanted any more drinks, what our plans were after we'd eaten, how we were enjoying Crete, what hotel we were staying at, why we hadn't brought our boyfriends with us. Their trousers were tight, their English serviceable enough to be able to tell us were beautiful and they could show us the best clubs in Malia.

More flirtatious and open to a back alley fuck than I was despite her lack of awareness, Carly responded with more enthusiasm than I was willing to muster for men of a roughly similar age to me. I laughed at her as she told them that she didn't have a boyfriend, she'd love a guide around the clubs and yes, another drink would be amazing, even though she had literally just taken two sips of the Pornstar Martini they had only just brought her.

Carly was a really good friend and I had known her since I was young, though she went to a different secondary school. Her dad was a golfing friend of my dad. I had wondered about the etiquette of fucking the father of one of my friends, remaining undecided about it. He was hot, no doubt about it, in remarkably good shape for a man who had just turned fifty. For now though, he wasn't here, and I returned my attention to Carly. He was a project I could distract myself with when I returned to England.

'How was prom?' I asked her, taking a long drink from my own cocktail and hoping to move her attention and mine away from the horny young waiters circling around us.

Sucking slowly, she looked up, and nodded.

'It was fun,' she eventually told me. 'We were at Craythorne Hall. I'm sure it was just like every other Prom in the country.'

I laughed gently. She was right. Proms are proms, no matter whether you're in Durham or Dorset. All that changes are the accents.

'So,' I probed, 'who did you go home with?'

Suddenly looking coy, Carly sucked again on her straw, slower. She looked out from under her eyelashes.

'With the girls,' she asserted with a hint of trying to be too confident, a tinge rising to her cheeks with the swell of a tidal bore.

I laughed out loud, impressed at the brazen dishonesty.

'You lying bitch,' I shouted.

Carly erupted in laughter, throwing her head back to hide her embarrassment.

She blushed a little more, not because of her behaviour, but because she knew she had been caught out.

'How did you know?' she laughed.

Looking at her, I enjoyed the warm breeze blowing through our window table, and dancing on my soft skin. It felt as if the wind was wrapping itself around us, inviting us to dance with it.

'I know you left with Jake,' I replied, faking a shocked expression. Carly paused, considering where she thought the information could have slipped out.

'It was that bitch Lauren, wasn't it?' she howled at me.

'Might have been,' I laughed back.

We creased as we laughed, and as I looked at Carly I thought how unassumingly beautiful she was.

'You dirty little tramp,' I scolded her, mock indignation sweeping across my face.

Instead of replying, Carly just took another long, slow suck and opened her eyes wider, staring at me through lips pursed around her straw.

'Well,' I laughed, 'I hope you sucked his dick better than that!'

Carly held her mouth in a wide circle of affected horror, the straw between her thumb and finger, and stroking it slowly while she gawped, wide eyed, straight at me.

'NOW who's the dirty little tramp?' she finally replied. The mouth on you.'

My eyes dropped to the straw she was slowly stroking. My smile engulfed all of her as I stared.

'Still you,' I told her. 'And I hope his dick was bigger than that!'

Dropping her eyes to the straw too, she considered it briefly, before looking back up at me. She licked her bottom lip a little then moved her hand from the straw to the empty bottle of San Miguel on the table between us, and wrapped her fingers around the body of it. She slowly mimed wanking it, and mouthed 'Much,' before we both broke out into raucous cackles again.

Hovering a little more, the waiters enquired what we were laughing at and whether such beautiful ladies would like to see the beach in the dark. I politely declined but suspected that they would be unwilling to take no for a definitive answer.

'So then,' Carly enquired, 'Where did you disappear to after Prom?'

'Oh, I was ready for bed,' I told her.

'That's because you're a filthy little tramp, Abigail Richardson,' she fired straight back. 'And you're always ready for bed. Or the sofa. Or the back of a taxi!'

The coy smile with which I replied curled itself around my lips like a cat seeking attention.

'It's true. My dad just picked me up and I went straight home and crashed on the sofa,' I replied honestly.

'Oh,' Carly said, with almost apparent sincerity, 'I thought you meant it was true that you're a filthy little tramp.'

'You know I'm just a filthy hoe. Why deny it?' I replied, trying my best to look innocent.

Once again, Carly cackled while I smiled at her.

She was so different to me, physically. Boobs aside, she had more definite curves than I did, with more pronounced hips, and her legs were a good four inches longer. I envied them. Whilst they were more muscular than mine, they were still toned and seemed to stretch endlessly to her equally toned, but also more pronounced, buttocks. Her shoulders were a little broader than mine, though her voice was a little higher and added to the effect of her cacophonous laughter.

As I watched her, and we sat briefly in contemplative silence, the blueness of her eyes glistening like the lapping waters of a lagoon beneath a cloudless sky. I wanted to bathe in them, stare into them as I stroked her face. Those cheeks, taut and bronzed, appeared to long for a hand to caress them. Her neck was elegant, graceful, perfect for kissing. Full, plump lips, which wrapped themselves with such ease around the straw, were glossed with a delicious deep pink.

'So,' I enquired, 'which waiter are you going to fuck on the beach?'

Carly splurted the mouthful of Martini she had been about to swallow.

'What the fuck? she shrieked. 'Abi fucking Richardson. What a fucking question to ask. And I've spilt my drink on my top!'

'I'm sorry,' I said.

There was a brief pause as she dabbed at the slight damp patch on her vest.

'But the one who sat us down with the mane of hair,' she replied, with another shriek of laughter.

'So it turns out it's you who's the filthy little hoe,' I squealed, stamping my feet as we laughed.

As our meal was finished, and as we had downed enough beer and cocktails for the waiters to feel we were now vulnerable, I felt we should leave. It was late at night, but early enough to start hitting the clubs. However, I had a different idea for what remained of our first night in Crete.

'Why don't we walk back to the villa,' I suggested, 'and then we can sit by the pool with the bottle of tequila?'

Looking genuinely surprised, Carly took a little while to answer.

'Head back?' she checked? 'Not go to the clubs?'

I nodded.

'We still have thirteen nights here,' I reminded her.

'As long as you promise to save me if I fall in the pool and I can choose the music,' she finally agreed.

To the immense disappointment of several waiters, the two slightly tipsy British women (one not wearing very much and very blonde) made their way out of the restaurant, arm in arm, and started to make their way back to the villa without so much as a Greek cock sucked!

The villa was close to the beach where we had eaten, and we made our way back talking about our family, the waiters, Proms, boys and men, laughing and making sure we didn't fall off the ill repaired path.

Soon, we arrived back and while I went to retrieve the tequila (and the vodka and coke), Carly dug out the Bluetooth speaker and made sure the lights around the pool were on.

When I returned, she was already relaxing in the chair and enjoying the feel of the warming effect of the night time breeze playing over the legs she had now stretched out in front of her.

Lights from inside the pool and the awnings of the villa meant the patio on which we sat was very well illuminated. I gave Carly a shot glass and poured the pair of us a drink.

We clinked glasses, downed it and I reached for the taller glasses and the ice bucket as I sat next to her, stretching my legs out too.

'So was Jake good?' I asked after a brief silence.

Laughing loudly, Carly shook her head.

'Abi Richardson, you're terrible,' she said.

Nodding, I poured the vodka as she found some music to play. I added a healthy amount of coke and then added ice as she turned on the speaker to allow music to fill the warm air.

'I think Jake is too young,' I said after a slow drink from my glass. 'I like experienced men, guys who know what they're doing.'

Carly widened her eyes and whispered, conspiratorially, 'Well he definitely knew what he was doing to me,' before she sat bolt upright again, pursing her lips with a smile.

'And,' she continued, 'surely you wouldn't want to have sex with anyone old enough to be your dad.'

When I stopped laughing, and had taken another drink, I suggested we should play truth or dare.

After a big drink from her glass, she looked at me, and paused before she replied.

'Okay, Abi,' she answered with mock seriousness, 'we both know that truth or dare is going to end up with us naked, soaking wet and in the pool!'

I looked at the pool, glimmering under the warm, star filled sky.

'You don't have to finish up in the pool to end up wet,' I told her, as I held her gaze. She didn't flinch.

'Wanna know what I've heard about you, Abi?' she eventually asked me. As she spoke, her voice now a little more husky, her gaze a little more penetrating, her drink no longer near her mouth, she swivelled her chair around to face me more directly. I glanced down, at the hem of her skirt which only just covered her crotch.

Taking a drink, I swilled a little before I swallowed.

'Are we playing now?' I asked with all the innocence I could muster.

Laughing, Carly reclined a little in her chair and stared straight at me.

'So,' she began, cocking her head slightly to the right but still looking at me, hard. 'Elise Underwood warned me not to go on holiday with you because she said, and these are her exact words, she's a nasty little sket who's nothing but fucking trouble.'

Drawing in a long breath, I sighed as I exhaled.

'How fucking dare she?' I replied. 'Who the fuck is she calling little, she's hardly five feet tall!'

We laughed, hard and long, both creasing as we fell in towards each other.

'And,' I continued, 'Elise Underwood is in no position to call anyone a sket, since she gave her cousin a hand job at her gran's fucking funeral.'

'Nooooo,' Carly shrieked, 'she didn't did she?'

I simply picked up my glass, took a long drink and raised my eyebrows as high as I could for as long as I could. Elise had done nothing of the sort; it was, in fact, me that had done that, but I wasn't going to let her escape Scot free with such vicious character assassination.

'Then if you've heard such terrible things about me,' I asked her, regaining my composure, 'why have you come on holiday with me?'

I realised that this was, potentially, a very dangerous question. If Carly said the wrong thing, we could be sharing a villa for fortnight and not speaking at all. However, I felt that the opportunity for frankness, which always made me somewhat horny, was far too good to pass up.

She didn't reply at first, just sipped and looked at me, allowing the sound of the crickets chirruping and the waves lapping gently on the shore nearby, to fill the pregnant void.

'Cos your fucking dad is paying,' she eventually blurted, with a squeal.

'Cheeky bitch,' I admonished softly, with a soft smile.

When she had stopped laughing at herself, she took a breath and looked at me hard again.

'Abi, we've known each other most of our lives. You don't have many secrets from me. I know what you're like, I know you don't worry what people think of you, I know you're a vulture, sexually, preying on whoever you like.'

'That's not right,' I complained. 'Vultures prey on the dead!'

We both laughed again, picking up our drinks.

'Okay,' I suggested, 'let's play truth or dare.'

Carly nodded, sucking on her straw, and as she finished her drink she said, 'Okay, truth.'

Nodding, I pursed my lips and considered.

'So,' I began, 'who would you call to help you bury a body?'

Spurting her drink out, Carly laughed like snooker balls rolling in a kettle.

'You have some odd thoughts, Abi,' she replied before she paused to run through her friends and their relative body burying merits. 'Er, probably Harriet Kline, because her dad has that mechanical digger and I think you have to get the body quite deep.'

We both erupted and I agreed that Hariet was, definitely, the best bet.

'Dare,' I challenged her.

She held my gaze and thought. Eventually she offered me my dare.

'Yell out the first word that comes to mind.'

'Cock,' I shouted as loudly as she could before she had even finished.

'Fucking hell, Abi,' she tutted, 'give me a chance to finish first. Truth.'

'If you could have sex with any of your dad's friends,' I whispered conspiratorially and leaning in, 'who would it be?'

This seemed to puzzle her, and she looked up to the deepening blue of the Greek night sky, the breeze blowing her blonde curls a little, while she mused over some men I did know and many I didn't.

'Well, it would either be,' she said and paused before continuing, 'Jack Smythe or Caroline Hall.'

Giggling, I asked her why, as I didn't know either of them.

'I reckon Jack would be really dominating and he's hot, and Caroline is so quiet and reserved but so pretty that she must be fucking fab in bed.'

I nodded my head and agreed that they were very good reasons to fuck anyone.

'Truth,' I requested.

'So, what's your biggest insecurity?' Carly shot straight out.

'Bloody hell, Carly, go straight for the jugular,' I protested.

'That's the game, my love. Sorry.'

I took a drink and considered as Carly watched me. Her boobs, large, pert, almost alive, certainly left me feeling underwhelmed with my own offering. However, they weren't an issue for me usually. I never worried that my arse was big - I knew it wasn't and the way most guys looked at it, and usually wanted to slide their cock inside it, made me feel perfectly happy there. Not being tall, my legs weren't long, but they were tanned and tone and taut, and wrapped easily where I wanted them to wrap.

'My ears,' I finally conceded.

'Your what?' Carly replied looking mystified.

'So, I have my mum's ears,' I explained quietly, as if afraid someone would overhear and exploit this. 'And I always think her ears are pointy at the top, and because mine are a similar shape I worry that people might think I look like an elf or a pixie.'

Carly looked at me in silence for what felt like hours before she burst out laughing.

'Your fucking ears?' she repeated.

I nodded.

'Abi,' she said slowly, 'if all you have to worry about are possibly pointy ears, you're very fucking lucky. The rest of us worry about our bellies or our thighs or having no eye lashes or tits that men can't stop talking to but make our backs ache all day.'

Shrugging my shoulders, I apologised wordlessly.

Shaking her head and smiling widely, Carly said, 'Dare.'

'Put an ice cube in your knickers,' I challenged her.

Sucking slowly through her straw, she looked at me and opened her legs a little. I glanced down.

'Oh Carly, you dirty bitch,' I cried.

Laughing more hysterically than she had all night, Carly creased and stamped her feet.

'So you went to dinner in a skirt that hardly covers your arse with no knickers on?'

'Well,' she replied, the skirt is so tight that if I wear any knickers with it you can see the pattern. It's easier not to.'

I shook my head.

'No wonder those waiters wouldn't leave us alone, you dirty bitch.'

Sucking again, she nodded and widened her eyes.

'Okay,' I continued coolly, 'in that case, put an ice cube in my knickers.'

We looked at each other intently, and I knew that Carly was weighing up the possible consequences of doing so. I was determined to maintain my gaze, to make the challenge more daring.

'Fine,' she finally chirped, as she bounced up. 'Bit disappointed to hear you're wearing knickers, but what the hell.'

As she opened the ice bucket and dug around with the tongs, I kept looking at her. Quickly, I shimmied my denim skirt from the middle of my thighs over my hips, ruched it around my waist and sat with just my tiny green satin thong on display.

When Carly had found an ice cube that she felt would be satisfactory, she turned to face me, holding the tongs. Her eyes skipped between my thong covered crotch and my eyes, taking in the view for longer than was strictly necessary.

'Are sure about this?' she eventually asked.

'Absolutely,' I asserted boldly.

She stood next to me and bent down a little. In response I reclined and opened my thighs for her. Leaning in, her face was close to mine, a little higher, and she looked straight at me. In one hand she held the tongs and the ice cube, which was melting very slightly onto my skin. My warm flesh prickled a little with each cold drop and the icy run off as it slipped down my open thighs. Her empty hand steadied herself on my leg, just above my knee, and the touch of her fingertips felt like rhythmic jolts of electricity.

Carly's eyes dropped to my exposed thong. We looked at each other, neither speaking for what felt like an eternity.

'Are you going to open that for me?' she eventually asked.

I bit my lip, maintained eye contact and shook my head so slightly that it was only barely perceptible.

'Well then,' she continued, 'I guess I'll have to do it myself.'

I nodded now, just as barely perceptibly. Her face was so close to mine that I felt the exhalation of her sweet breath as she spoke.

Watching attentively, her eyes travelled down my body as I spread my legs a little more. The hand which had rested on my leg now reached over as she watched intently, grasping the top of my thong and slowly, deliberately, eased it away from the flat of my abdomen. I gripped the arms of the chair and readied myself for the sensation I knew was coming, closing my eyes briefly, and opening them again while I waited. Carly was mere inches from my face, looking even more intently now into my eyes.

Nothing stirred but the air, warm and embracing, as silence danced between us and my gaze invited her in.

'Ready?' she whispered.

'I'm always ready,' I replied in an equally low whisper.

Carly dropped the ice cube into my underwear and the thrill of the frozen water slipped down over my smooth pussy to rest right between my already wet, pink labia.

'Fucking hell,' I yelped as I snapped my thighs closed and buried the cube between them and my pussy. The sensation of the ice burnt and I worried, briefly, I may do actual damage to genitals.

Carly howled with laughter and stood looking, laughing, as I curled up and pressed my thighs together in an effort to make the ice cube melt as quickly as possible. My breath erupted in bursts, in frenzied pants, as Carly resumed her seat and I swore repeatedly to exorcise the demon of ice cold fear burning between my usually red hot thighs.

'Fuck,' I cried again. 'Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.'

Carly was now wriggling, having resumed her seat, and was still unable to talk due to laughing whilst all I was able to do was swear repeatedly.

Finally, I sat up, my thighs squeezed together, and I rested my back against the chair as Carly sat opposite me.

Contorting the muscles in my face, I was eventually able to open my eyes as I continued to pant heavily.

Carly looked at me, more with sympathy now than mockery. Slowly, I released the iron grip of my thighs and opened them to reveal my panties. She and I looked at them together, and the meltwater meant my thong was now drenched, the satin turned dark green from the wetness of the melted ice cube.

'Won't be doing that in a hurry,' Carly mused.

I closed and opened my eyes repeatedly, dealing with the excruciating cold by holding my breath and then exhaling in long, slow breaths.

'So, it's your turn again,' I finally said. 'Truth or dare?'

'How is it my turn?' Carly exclaimed. 'That was my dare. You dared me to put that in your knickers, so I did!'

'Only because you're not wearing any fucking knickers,' I exclaimed.

Shrugging, Carly laughed.

'Anyway,' she replied, 'it's still your turn.'

'Truth,' I retorted. 'I can't have any more dares until my knickers have dried!'

'From what I've heard your knickers are always wet, so that might take a while.'

I looked at Carly, affecting shock and indignation.

'So you're a cheeky bitch,' I said, 'as well as a dirty bitch.'

After a quick sip, and a brief consideration, Carly asked me my question.

'What's the weirdest place you've ever peed?'

Luckily, this was an answer I had to give straight away.

'When I was on a motorway,' I answered. 'I was in the car with Andy McQueen and I was desperate for a wee. I mean absolutely bursting and going to wet myself. So he pulled over into the roadworks, and there was a traffic cone there, his hazards were going, people were gawping, trucks were tooting their horns, and I was wearing a tiny little skirt. I climbed over the barrier, to where the bushes grow at the side, grabbed a traffic cone because they have no hole in the top, turned it upside down and sat on it. Anyone in a car couldn't see, but anyone in a truck could and I had loads of truckers shouting at me as I was weeing into a traffic cone!'

'You peed into a traffic cone?' Carly cried. 'No way.'

'I was fucking desperate,' I replied. 'And I didn't want to squat in the bushes. It splashes all over your feet. There's a time and place for that.'

Laughing loudly, Carly pulled a face and grimaced.

'You really are a filthy bitch,' she teased and started laughing. 'Truth.'

I poured two new drinks, with small measures of vodka as I didn't want to risk being so drunk that I lost consciousness.

'Who had the biggest cock that you sucked?' I eventually asked.

'Well fuck me, dive straight in why don't you,' Carly protested.

'It is called truth or dare,' I reminded her.

'True,' she conceded. 'Okay, it was Dan Whiteley.'

I was genuinely shocked.

'No way,' I cried, far too loudly. 'Dan Whiteley? Who would fuck Dan Whiteley?'

'Me,' Carly answered, with flawless logic. 'He was massive. Honestly. I could hardly get my hand around it, never mind my mouth.'

I sat in stunned silence. Light in the pool shimmied as the breeze kissed the surface gently. Looking straight at Carly, I tried to picture her and Dan together and found it impossible. Carly was beautiful, confident, popular. Dan played Dungeons and Dragons, looked awkward around other human beings and told terrible cringey jokes that invited the onset of tumbleweed.

'Truth', I said.

'Fingers or toys?' Carly asked.

I felt I needed a little more clarity on this question.

'Do you mean on myself,' I asked, 'or if someone else is doing it?'

'Just yourself,' Carly clarified, smiling at me as if exasperated at my sexual range.

'Fingers for quick relief, dildo inside me and butt plug at the same time for a proper play,' I explained, looking right at Carly.

Eyes widening further, Carly gawped at me. She mouthed 'Butt plug?' silently and released a laugh that swept up from her feet and burst like a tsunami.

'You're so bad,' she shrieked. 'Dare.'

'You'll need your phone,' I warned her.

Looking puzzled, Carly rose and walked over to her bag, which lay at the sliding door into the villa. Retrieving it, she made her way quickly back to her chair, in front of the glinting pool, and as she sat, she rolled her legs a little in the air.

I kept watching, as she knew, and I delighted how she made sure I could see up what little there was of her skirt. Her pussy was mostly smooth and barely hidden.

My skirt was still up around my waist, and as I looked at the treasure between Carly's thighs, she obviously looked at mine. I followed her eyes down, and saw my knickers were drying quickly due to the warm air running up my smooth thighs.

'Got it,' she announced in a sing song voice, holding her phone up and waving it at me.

'Read the last dirty text you got from anyone,' I dared her.

Pulling a face at me, Carly opened her phone.

'It has to be your last one,' I reminded her.

'I know', she answered, curtly smiling. 'I do have more on my phone than just filthy texts you know.'

'Come on then,' I hurried her.

She coughed theatrically.

'Carly,' she began, in a voice that sounded straight from a telephone sex line, 'I want to bend you over the desk in my office again, lift up your kilt and slide my hard cock deep inside your knickerless pussy while you call me sir.'

My jaw dropped and I laughed loudly.

'Who the fuck was that from?' I asked, leaning forward.

Suddenly Carly looked coy.

'Okay,' she answered, 'but you can't say anything to anyone.'

I nodded, intrigued by her reluctance.

'Mr James,' she finally breathed, quietly.

My brain initially did not compute who Mr James was.

Suddenly, it hit me with the speed of a lightning strike. My eyes widened like ostrich eggs.

'Your maths teacher?' I squealed. 'The one who knows your mum.'

Carly bit her bottom lip and nodded slowly.

'Fucking hell,' I continued shrieking. 'Have you?'

With the same coy look, mixing pride with timidity, she continued to nod her head.

'In his office?' I asked, my voice rising an octave.

The same nod.

'In your school uniform?'

Nod.

'Carly Crawford,' I exclaimed at last. 'You filthy fucking bitch.'

'I know,' Carly replied. 'It's awful, isn't it?'

Still taken aback, despite the incestuous secret I was keeping, I stared at Carly without blinking. She returned that stare, almost apologetically.

'I'm so impressed!' I finally managed to stutter.

With that, we both erupted into a harmony of discordant shrieks and laughter.

When we stopped laughing, I guzzled a drink, looked at Carly and I reclined in my seat. My skirt was still up but my knickers were now dry, returning to their original shade of emerald green.

'Dare,' I said firmly.

With a sip, Carly looked straight at me and hardly missed a beat.

'You'll need your phone,' she said.

I smiled, amused at the way she played. I reached over, picking it up and opening it.

'Ready,' I replied.

'Okay,' she began, leaning in, 'you have to send a nude of yourself to someone in your contact list.'

'How rude,' I answered immediately. 'What makes you think I have nudes in my phone?'

Reclining a little, but also opening her thighs a little and drawing my gaze down, she explained.

'If I have nudes on my phone, I know that dirty little hoe Abi Richardson will have them on hers.'

'How rude,' I repeated.

'Go on then,' she prompted.

Opening my picture album, I selected one of the less graphic images it contained. I stood in front of a mirror, phone in one hand, towel on my wet hair, other hand on my hip, one leg kinked, with pursed lips, exposed breasts and a tan line which showed my waxed pussy. This was actually a picture which I had sent to my father a few days previously, but didn't feel the need to share that with Carly.

I scrolled though my contacts, to find the name of the intended recipient, and pressed send.

Looking up, to indicate that I had completed my dare, I tilted my head defiantly and looked at Carly.

Her phone vibrated. She looked at me and laughed.

'That's cheating,' she shouted.

Shrugging my shoulders, I stared impassively at her. My pussy throbbed a little, knowing that Carly was now looking at a naked picture of me as she sat opposite.

'Fabulous boobs though,' she told me, looking up from her phone.

I looked hard and long at her, and she at me. My skirt was around my waist, Carly's barely covered her pantie free pussy. Crickets chirruped in harmony and the little breeze there now was played over the bare flesh of my arms and shoulders. I imagined that the gentle sensations were not from the wind but from Carly, tracing her fingertips over my arm, up to my collar bone, stroking my neck, softly dragging along my jawline.

'Dare,' Carly finally reminded me.

Considering what I should do next, I gazed at Carly. Something obvious, graphic, explicit? Or something subtle, careful, implicit? What if Carly didn't have the same desire to feel my skin on her, that I had to feel hers on mine?

'I dare you,' I said in a voice barely above a whisper, 'to send me a sexy voice note from another room.'

We looked at each other for a few seconds, our eyes not moving from each other. Then Carly stood, nodded, and walked past me into the villa.

I could feel my heart speeding up a little, excitement starting to stir in my veins as I wondered what she would do. The noises, the wind, the lights of the pool, all seemed to be of secondary importance now compared to what Carly would do next.

My fingers played along the wooden arm of the poolside chair as I waited, stroking it delicately. Time seemed to drag, it felt like minutes since she had passed me and held my gaze, whilst in reality it was mere seconds.

Very soon, the message alert on my phone pinged and told me a voice note was waiting for me. I picked up my phone and pressed play. Carly's voice purred from within.

'Why don't you come and join me,' her electronic voice asked, 'so I can see those boobs in the flesh? I'm in your bedroom'

Smiling, I stood, with my phone in my hand. I could feel the gentle pulse of excitement in my groin, the anticipation of what (and who) was about to come. Turning quickly, I made my way barefoot across the cooling ceramic tiles of the villa toward the bedroom, smoothing down my skirt.

I padded softly, happily, with a small bounce on the tips of my toes, to the varnished door of my bedroom, and paused slightly before I entered. I wondered if I should knock and realised how ridiculous the very notion was.

The handle turned easily, and the door opened noiselessly. As I looked inside my bedroom, I gasped a little, looking at Carly lying on my bed, just a few feet away.

She lay naked, on her side, looking at me. Her boobs were full, capped with large, pink nipples and mottled aureola. My eyes travelled down her exposed body as she rested her head on her left hand. Her skin was smooth, tanned, taut. Her legs ran on for yards, topped with a pussy that was smooth but for a tiny landing strip of blonde pubic hair that peaked out from between her tightly closed thighs.

After closing the door, I sat down next to her, curling my legs under me and leaning in slightly.

'Why don't you get naked too?' she asked.

First, I pulled my black vest over my head and discarded it carelessly at the side of the bed. Her eyes held me while I did it. My breasts were now exposed to her gaze as I had worn no bra. Then I stood, unbuttoned my denim skirt and dropped it easily to the floor, alongside my vest. Now I wore nothing but my tiny green thong. I took my place on the bed again, my legs once more curled under me.

'That's not naked,' Carly observed.

'Why don't you finish the job?' I asked.

Unfurling my legs, I knelt on the bed close to her, my knees sinking slightly into the soft mattress. Carly lay down, just gazing at my nakedness. Her eyes roamed over my legs, up to my abdomen, up, taking in my hard, dark brown nipples and my boobs, before she moved further to my neck and my shoulders. Then her eyes dropped, to the tight green thong which hid my pussy.

As she reached over, I glanced down to my left and saw, for the first time, her exposed pussy in its full glory. She was trimmed close, the landing strip tiny, and her waxed skin soft and tanned to indicate she had sunbathed naked before we came away.

Her hands reached my hips, and her fingers hooked into the string which caressed the gentle curves under them. My skin crackled with the brush of her knuckles. Her eyes focused on my panties and peeling them slowly down. As she did, I felt her knuckles brushing down the outside of my thighs and exposing my completely smooth pussy. When my panties loosened, I lay back on my hands and allowed her to slip them down my legs, watching her as her eyes wandered over the delicacy of the bronzed flesh yielding for her, at the pink skin between my thighs and when she touched me sporadically, I gasped. Eventually, she made me naked. I lifted my feet, spreading my thighs wide and Carly, from her position on the bed, was gazing straight into my tight, pink hole. She kept looking as she discarded my panties and dropped them too to the floor. Then I, like Carly, was naked.

Folding my legs back under me, I sat closer this time to Carly and she looked at me with slightly narrowed eyes. My heart beat hard, and I was sure my boobs rose and fell with the pounding of my heart.

Carly's eyes wandered over my face. She looked at my eyes, my temple, my eyebrows, the flush of my cheeks, the line of my jaw, the slight flaring of my nostrils as I breathed more heavily than I had expected.

'Is there anyone that would turn you down, Abi Richardson?' she eventually asked, quietly.

'I don't know what you mean,' I teased.

Lifting herself up on her left arm again, her eyes continued to wander, this time followed by her right hand. Her fingertips skimmed over my left shoulder and once more I felt jolts of electricity that reached down into my stomach. She trailed, softly, her hand down my arm, bathing in the soft skin of my upper arm, my elbow, my lower arm, my wrist. Her eyes now returned to mine.

'What's your gift?' she enquired.

I shook my head softly as I lifted my hand and touched her fingertips, my eyes diverting to our barely touching skin.

'I really don't know what you mean,' I grinned.

'Noone ever says no to you, do they?' she continued. 'Noone. Once you've decided you want to fuck someone, nobody says no to Abi Richardson, do they?'

'Well,' I replied, 'we're just sitting and playing with fingers. You haven't given in to me yet.'

'Wanna know what else Elise Underwood told me?' she asked.

'Mm-hmm,' I agreed impatiently.

'She told me if I came away with you, I would end up naked with you,' Carly said.

'That's because she knows you're fit as fuck,' I asserted.

She shook her head.

'No it's not,' she insisted. 'It's because she knows, like everyone does, that you get whoever and whatever you want.'

I looked at her and started to trail my fingers down her lower arm. Her skin felt like satin under my caress.

'Want to know what I want?' I asked.

Nodding her head, we looked at each other.

'I want you to stop talking about Elise fucking Underwood and kiss me,' I demanded.

In the muted light of the bedroom, shadows falling across Carly as I sat in front of her, she smiled.

'Kiss me then,' she said.

My elbow crooked and I leaned in. I had linked Carly and held her hand and stroked her back on countless occasions, but we had never been intimate beyond a peck on the cheek when we met or parted. I had never leaned in before to feel her lips on mine.

Now, though, I did. I closed my eyes and felt her lips on mine as they parted and we kissed gently. She lay back, flat, and I followed her, our lips losing, searching for and then finding each other with a broken rhythm. She let me kiss her more firmly, our tongues locking, wet and warm, before I straightened my elbow and sat back up again. I looked into her divine eyes, without speaking, and let the lust I could see igniting her look fire the lust in my pussy.

'Lie next to me,' she asked.

Without breaking eye contact, I lay down alongside her. Like hers, my legs were bent into soft angles, my back arching to slightly push out my hips and curve my ass. We were inches from each other, not speaking, not looking elsewhere, just holding each other in rapt enthralment. Our knees touched from the crook of our legs, and I extended my foot to stroke it up and down the smooth, soft shin of Carly's right leg. I, too, lay with my hand on my head, looking at her.

'I need to tell you something,' she said softly.

Smiling, I replied, 'It had better not be that you want Elise fucking Underwood to join in.'

Carly's smile broke more widely, less seductive.

'Let me guess,' I offered, 'you've never been with another girl before?'

Her smile disappeared, replaced by a look of frustration in an instant.

'Fuck,' she exclaimed. 'Is it that obvious?'

Laughing, I wrapped my left hand around her jaw and stroked it, as I shook my head.

'We're naked, lying on the bed, about to have messy sex. What else are you going to want to tell me?'

She pouted, looking at me,

'How do you know it's going to get messy?' she enquired.

'Because I like it messy,' I replied.

'And Abi Richardson always gets what she wants?'

I nodded, more vigorously this time.

Slipping my left hand from her jaw to the back of her head, I curled my fingers into the mane of soft blond curls and pulled her face towards mine. Our lips met, more forcefully this time, and I pressed my lips firmly on hers. Her mouth opened reflexively, her tongue darting out and meeting mine as we both breathed more heavily.

Still kissing her, I lifted myself on my wrist as she fell back onto her back, flat again on the bed.

'Well,' I told her as she looked up at me and my chestnut hair fell forward, 'it's just like fucking a man but with no game ending money shot or crusty spunk stains in your eye brows.'

Carly smiled. This time it was her turn to slip a hand into my hair and pull me forward, to kiss her again.

As we kissed, her breath in long, slow draws, I reached down to her knee and slid my fingertip up her thigh, her hip, her abdomen, up her body, until I reached her breasts. As she moaned slightly, I closed my left hand over it. The firmness of her boobs, the tightness of her nipples, quickened the pulse between my thighs and made my own nipples stiffen further. Her hands also began to explore me, her deft fingers skipping daintily over my ribs, brushing me like she was admiring the brush strokes of a masterpiece. Her tongue delved into my mouth, and mine reciprocated, as fingers brushed, nails dug in and palms pressed.

I squeezed her breast more firmly, and trapped her pink nipple between my fingers, pressing them firmly together. As my mouth slipped from Carly's, I felt her squirm and arch her back, her head pressing more deeply into the pillow. My lips gently caressed the soft of her cheek, the firmness of her jaws, and the scent of her moisturiser filled my nostrils as I made my way towards her neck. As I kissed her neck and my tongue slid over her collar bones, I rolled her nipple between my finger and thumb and felt her hips squirm.

Glancing up, her eyes were closed but I watched them open. My left leg hooked over her right leg, snaking around it, and I hooked her thighs open as I looked into those deep blue, alluring eyes.

'Suck them,' she breathed.

Lowering my head, I did as she asked. Squeezing her enormous breast with my left hand, I took her nipple in my mouth and closed my lips around it. Carly ran her fingers over my chestnut hair, clearing it from my face so she could watch me, as I whirled my tongue quickly over her hard, pink, expanded nipple.

She moaned and slid her legs further apart on the crisp white cotton.

As I sucked her nipple, wrapping my tongue around it and licking as I sucked, my hand reached from her knee again, so I could feel the soft, tanned skin under my fingers. Once more I ran my fingers up her thighs, as Carly lifted her right leg up and raised her hands aloft.

'What do you want?' I asked, taking her nipple from my mouth and gliding a finger over her tight thigh.

She looked back at me and smiled.

'I want to know how I ended up naked,' she laughed.

'Because you wanted to, and because I always get what I want' I replied, quietly.

'I want you to make me cum, Abi Richardson,' Carly stated.

I giggled, wrapping my lips once more around her hard nipple. Now my hand slid higher up her thigh, easing across her taut muscle and searching higher. I dug in my nails playfully, making her start.

As she lay, arms over her head and legs open, I started to kiss down from her heavy breast. My lips caressed the skin of her side, over her ribs, my hands slipping up one leg and down the other as I felt the soft, trimmed hair of her pussy on my palm. Her breathing was long, sighing, staccato, as my tongue traced soft patterns on her side.

I kissed down, my lips moving slowly over her yielding skin. As my hands slipped up Carly's open thighs, they stopped at her spread lips. Looking up, I made eye contact as she watched me intently. Carly gazed at me, fascinated, horny, eager.

My thumbs found her swollen outer lips, and my fingers eased them open to enable me to feel her inner lips as my mouth made its way down her body. Her lips felt soft and already very wet. As my mouth eased over her abdomen, I probed her gently with my finger tips. Carly moaned, her hips rising softly, as two of my fingers opened her pussy.

Lifting my head, still looking at her, I pulled my fingers towards my open mouth and, for the first time, tasted her sweetness. She smiled at me, with satisfaction smouldering.

'Well, Abi,' she sighed, 'aren't you going to corrupt me?'

I returned her smile and answered by easing my wet, pink tongue over my upper lip. Holding her enthralled smile as I danced a finger over increasingly hot, wet labia, I spread them carefully, dipping a finger in her moist and now open pussy. I nodded.

Her hips twitched, her spine bucking slightly as she arched her shoulders while I eased my finger a little deeper into her wetness. Her soft, inviting skin engulfed my finger tip, grasping it, swallowing it. Finally able to focus again, she looked at me.

'Well, it's taken you fucking long enough,' she gasped.

We looked at each other, staring through windows into the very core. She was hungry, ravenous, she wanted to feast and be feasted upon.

'You're a witch, Abi Richardson,' she sighed. I stroked her wet lips slowly.

I knelt upright on the bed now, exposed and naked. My breasts ached, my pussy yearned for attention, and as I continued to stroke the splayed lips of Carly's pussy, I slipped my left hand between my open thighs. This drew Carly's attention away from my eyes, and she watched, fascinated, as my fingers found my clit at the same time as I moved my right hand to find hers. Simultaneously, I rubbed our clits while she spread her legs wider, welcoming the sensations of another woman arousing her for the first time.

Her back arched, her hips bucked, she gasped involuntarily. This almost seemed to make her recollect her senses, and she focused on me again. My fingers slipped down over her clitoris then spread as I pulled them back up again, trailing wetness and innocence with them.

'Lick me, Abi, make me cum,' she implored.

I moved quickly, and knelt between her wide open legs. In front of me, Carly invited me to indulge my desire for her. One hand played with her mottled nipples, erect and puffy, her fingers squeezing and freeing and then squeezing again.

Sliding forward, my arms eased beneath her crooked legs and my face was mere millimetres from her sweet, wet, eager slit. Looking up, I saw her other hand grasp her free nipple and as she now rubbed her palms over the painfully swollen buds. She lifted herself, lifted her pelvis, offering her pink moistness to me. I slid a little more forward and my mouth wrapped itself over her aching pussy. My tongue slipped effortlessly over her hot, sweet flesh and found her clit. She moaned, bucked, gave her vulnerability to me to devour. Once more I engulfed her open crotch, tasting her, as she dropped and rose involuntarily.

Now my tongue extended as I moved a little back, opening my eyes to watch her. She writhed, squeezing and rubbing her breasts, moaning. I lapped at her, my thumbs spreading her soft labia wide, watching her all of the time. Her eyes were closed and she moaned rhythmically. Her clit was hot, hard, engorged, causing her to almost bounce as I licked it. My tongue rotated in small, clockwise circles; then small, anti clockwise circles. After a few minutes of tasting her, teasing her, holding her open, I felt her rhythm increase.

She moaned more forcefully, in short breaths. Encouraged, I licked her hot clit with my firm tongue, hard, faster, the broad swell of it rasping over her swollen and sensitive clit.

Her hands moved from her breasts and she wrapped her fingers in my hair, pulling me into her and simultaneously pushing me away, the ecstasy of the building orgasm both urgent and yet too much.

'Fuck, Abi, fuck,' she panted, the words bursting from her as if my tongue was popping her balloon. 'Fuck. I'm going to cum, don't stop, don't fucking stop.'

I licked harder, deeper, the flat of my tongue pressing and dragging as her thighs widened and her nails begged me to continue and yet stop. She crunched up, her breath expelling itself from her as she came. Her legs closed automatically, squeezing my head, her thighs seizing me as I relentlessly drove her over the cliff of her orgasm.

Her pussy twitched, like her thighs, her legs shaking as the orgasm rolled over her and away. As she freed my head, I looked up and eased a varnished finger inside her now soaking wet cunt. Her eyes flickered open, and she looked at me from between her wide open thighs.

I smiled at her. She smiled back and stroked my hair, my cheek. I slowly fingered her.

'Now,' I asked her, 'who needs Dan Whiteley's cock?'

Over the rest of that night and the next two weeks, I went about corrupting Carly as much as possible. Truth be told though, she required very little corruption. Just gentle encouragement. The waiters, the public displays of affection, the threesums, the foursums... but those, as they say, are stories for a different day.