Author: Jen

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A/N: A high school story

I entered the closet. They shut the doors behind me. There he was, blindfolded, sitting on the chair in front of me. I've never even met him, barely remembered his name, although this was the guy I was hoping to get paired with. Hey, he was hot and from a different school, I never had to see him again and… he was hot. His dark hair was disheveled in a wavy mess, but it still appeared to be awfully soft. I touched it gently to verify this assumption and I was right. He was slightly fidgeting with me tousling his hair. I don't believe he was crazy about not knowing who it was touching him, I stopped. I felt the cold can in my hand and realized I needed to get going or they would make me return to the closet again, with someone else. I shook the whipped cream and then rested it on a nearby shelf.

"Okay, I'm going to unbutton your shirt," I whispered, feeling like I should give him some notice. We were at Melissa Kinberg's party and in the middle of the dirtiest game of truth and dare ever. People were actually grabbing each other, making out, or literally having sex! My dare: go into the closet with someone, take off their shirt, spray whipped cream all over, lick it off, take off their blindfold and then make out for another minute. The twist: the guy was sent to the closet before the person was picked, so they wouldn't know who it would be; it was me. The guy in the closet, his name is Joey; that's all I really know. I started slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt. It wasn't tucked in so I unbuttoned them all and then let the ends of his shirt fall to his sides. I stared at his chest, smooth skin that made up a flat stomach ending with a black belt going around his waistband. I kind of wanted to feel his whole torso all over, like his hair, but then remembered I was about to lick whipped cream off of it.

I took the cap off the bottle, gave it one last shake, and then sprayed the cream onto his collar bone, down his pecks, over a nipple, and around his belly button. I placed the bottle back on the shelf and then looked at him, deciding how to go about this. I just decided to go for it, I leaned in and the instant my tongue touched his skin, he shivered for a second. I began licking up the cream, feeling how warm his skin was and how sweet this whipped cream suddenly tasted. When I licked the one nipple I covered, I heard him inhale sharply. I think he liked it. I continued down and all around until he was licked clean. I stood up straight looking down at his clean skin, wishing I could have a second round. But I didn't want him to think I was a freak, taking advantage of him shirtless and blindfolded.

This was the worst part, removing the blindfold; letting him see me. What if he was disappointed or disgusted to make out with me? Or if I was terrible at it, he would now know who was bad at licking and kissing. I pushed up my bra and smoothed out my hair. I shakily lifted the blindfold. His expression didn't say much, but his eyes had a dark blaze to them. Unless I was reading him wrong, his eyes said he was turned on. I hoped so, especially since I couldn't tell by his pants, seeing as I quickly glanced down at his crotch to check. Well, whether he was or wasn't I had a dare I was committed to. That was the thing with Melissa's parties; you must go through with your dare or you would be shunned and labeled as a pussy if not. Also, no one will lie for you; saying you did stuff when you actually chickened out. I quickly wet my lips and then bent down to kiss him. The moment I put my lips on his, he opened his mouth so I did the same. He was sucking on my lip and so I lightly bit his to try to keep up. He slowed down after I did that, he may have gasped slightly; I'm not sure. I hope that was a good sign. He picked up again by slipping his tongue into mine. Man, was he good at that. I never really enjoyed French kissing before, but I guess that was because other boys weren't as good at it. He persistently explored my mouth with his tongue. I let my hand ride up his neck and take hold of his hair as he became even more aggressive. His lips devouring mine and his tongue still slipping into my mouth was all happening so fast. I felt my skin heating up like a sparkler and soon enough the spot in between my legs was becoming unbearable. I pulled away abruptly, he wasn't expecting it. Fortunately, I don't think he was too happy about me stopping and I wasn't either, but I knew if we kept going I would be too far into it and would embarrass myself with my lack of self control.

His lips were still puckered as I left them, but now in a confused state. He finally licked his lips and then closed them. I knew he was waiting for an explanation.

"I think it's been a minute now," I said in a hushed voice; partially because I was embarrassed and partly so no else would potentially hear me. Although, how could they, music was loudly playing and most of them are probably off doing other dirty dares. He just remained staring at me like he was about to claim my lips again, at any moment. His eyes were so focused on mine; they were leaving a fiery indentation that was making me burn. And knowing his smooth naked chest tasted like sweet candy and his soft, messy hair was waiting for my fingers to delve through was not making this any easier. I wanted his wet tongue in my mouth again, I wanted it all over me, and maybe I should let it happen. Everyone here was pushing the limits, this is probably my only opportunity to be with him and it's a plus that he clearly knows what he's doing. But before I can make up my mind the closet door snaps open by Melissa herself. A group of girls and a few guys are standing behind her.

"And how did everything go? Ooo looks like we got somewherrrrre!" she sung in a childish manner.

"Hey man, how was she?" A few guys rushed in and grabbed Joey, hurrying him out. I got up as a bunch of girls surrounded me, whispering questions and giggling comments to me. I watched Joey buttoning up his shirt while grinning to his friends. They jauntily shook and pat him.

"Way to go!" I could hear them say.

"Rachel? Rachel?"

I turned to the girls around me, all anticipating my assessment. I figured what's the harm. I bragged about his nice body and slick kissing skills. They all gushed around me, jealous that the experience was so steamy.

"You're so lucky, he's cute and he can kiss." A girl remarked. I let myself gloat over this "accomplishment". This is exactly what you want to achieve at Melissa Kinberg's party. Except, as wonderful as it was I was saddened at the fact that he never even said one word. I wasn't expecting a review from him and I was glad he wasn't one to make snide comments, but I never got to hear his voice; talk to him at all. Worse, he probably has no idea what my name is. I only know his because I listened intently for it, being curious after noticing how cute he was. I knew this was a one time thing, but now I was debating how great that really seemed.