The Dare

Chapter Two: Saturday

Gunther

I was at home, watching T.V., and basically hating myself. I was pretty sure CeCe was majorly pissed at me for accepting that dare, but I couldn't just not accept it. I love challenges.

I know it was probably a really stupid idea but Deuce doubted my ability and that shit was just not ok.

I'd always felt a need to... I dunno, prove myself, or some shit. And when Deuce came up with that bet... I don't know. A part of me was like 'don't you fucking dare accept that bet', and the other part was all,' yeah, go on, man, you can do it'. Newsflash; I could not do it.

Just then, my phone beeped. I picked it up, and, surprisingly, it was CeCe.

Wanna come over, baby? -C

I was a little taken aback. I was under the impression that she was pissed. Ah, well. Sure. Be there in about fifteen minutes? -G But then I paused. What exactly would be in store for me if I went over? CeCe could be devious when she wanted to. Hell, she was devious all the time. But the deed was done. Or, in this case, the text sent.

But was she still mad at me, though? If she was, wouldn't she want to take advantage of this bet and make me suffer? I picked up my phone, and looked at the text she'd sent me. 'Wanna come over, baby?'. Seemed safe enough. She'd called my 'baby'. Girls who were mad at their boyfriends didn't call them baby, did they?

I groaned. I was turning into a girl. I needed to worry less. I sat up, and switched off the T.V., groaning as my stiff muscles stretched for the first time today. I'd been watching T.V. all day long.

"I'm going out, mom," I called in the general direction of where she was in the house. "Where are you going?" I pulled on my jacket. "CeCe's," I could hear the smile in her voice. "Have fun," I blushed a little. She'd known about my crush on CeCe way before I'd started dating her. And now we were together, she thought we were gonna end up getting married soon, or something. Well, we hopefully would, but it was a little embarassing all the same.

When I'd stepped out of the apartment, I walked briskly, over to CeCe's apartments, trying not to think too much. If I thought about what CeCe may or may not have in store for me, I would probably make like a pansy and go back home.

While I was busy deliberating, my feet kept walking, and, before I knew it, I was right in front of CeCe's apartments. I took a deep breath, and caught the lift up to her floor. I knocked the door three times, and heard her yell 'it's open!'. I opened the door, and my jaw practically dropped to the floor when I saw what was in front of me.

My brain... It wasn't working... I could not... Comprehend...

CeCe. CeCe was naked.

Well, not naked. Yet. Gah, gotta stop thinking like that!

She was wearing my shirt - I'd left it here with her one day. I regretted it now.

So, there was, lying down, her head on the armrest of the sofa, her legs bent in front of her, completely naked, excepting for that motherfucking shirt.

She was acting so casual. So fucking nonchalant. I was rooted to the spot. Fuck. I knew I should've stayed at home. She looked at me as if she'd just noticed me now.

"Hi," She greeted me, a small smile on her lips.

God, I wanted to kiss those lips... Calm the fuck down.

"Um. Hi." She patted the space on the sofa beside her. "Sit?" I shook my head. "Uh... I'm good," I didn't move. She pouted. "Pwease?" I groaned. "CeCe, not the puppy-dog eyes." She batted her eyelashes. I bit my lip, wanting to run out the door. She'd hate me for it, but I did not want to break the dare. I was counting on the fact that Deuce would crack first.

I mean, Rocky was pretty hot, right? And smart. She could think of ways to get him to give into this. Right? Right.

And hopefully, he'd crack today, preferably. And then, I could fuck CeCe senseless. Sounds like a plan.

But, at this present moment in time, CeCe was off of the sofa, and walking towards me, and I was backed up against the door. When we were close enough that I could feel her breath on my face, she spoke, "Why won't you sit with me, Gunther?" She whispered. I didn't reply. I was kind of stunned. And horny.

And then she was kissing me. Or I was kissing her. I don't know... I nibbled at her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth, her tongue sliding against mine. She moved her hand so subtly than I barely realized it, until it was rubbing against my crotch. I groaned, but couldn't find it in me to stop her. "Why?" She whispered again, her lips moving to my neck. I was basically frozen to the spot.

Her hand was still rubbing against my erection, and I contemplated telling her to stop... But I didn't want to... It felt too good. Besides, this wasn't breaking the rules of the dare, was it?

And her lips felt so good on the skin of my neck... Focus, Gunther. Okay. The rules of the dare was to not have sex for a week. Right. Her touching me wasn't sex, right? I tried to think back... Not an easy task when CeCe was touching me like she was now. The contract of the dare. Abstaining from all sexual activity. I remembered that much at least. All sexual activity included touching, right?

I very, very reluctantly put my hand over hers, and then moaned in pleasure when she increased the pressure she was using to palm me through my jeans... And then moved her hand away. Her lips froze on my neck, and she looked up at me, then sighed in annoyance. "The fuck, Gunther?" I shrugged and smiled sheepishly. "The dare, remember?"

"Who gives a fuck about the motherfucking dare? I sure as hell don't!" I sighed, rubbing my temples. She was about a foot away from me now, an eyebrow raised, her arms folded. She was mad, that much was obvious. "We can't break the rules," I mumbled. She scoffed. "Yes you can. It's not like you included money or anything!"I didn't reply. "You..." She sighed, tossing her head back. "You did include money, didn't you?" I bit my lip. "Maybe," She face-palmed. "Oh my God, Gunther. Why the fuck didn't you tell me?" I didn't reply. I probably should have told her, but I was not looking forward to her reaction.

And, just as I anticipated, her reaction wasn't very good. "Gah! How much did you put into this stupid dare?"

"Um..." I hesitated. "Well?" I sighed. "One-hundred and fifty dollars," I finally said. She groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose, then went to go lay down on the couch. She lay on her stomach, and, like I said, all she was wearing was my shirt, which she wasn't bothering to pull down, so I had a perfect view of her backside...

I averted my gaze to my feet, and, once again, cursed myself for agreeing to the stupid dare. I should've just listened to CeCe when she told me not to take it. Stupid dare.

I sat down on the arm of the couch, and gently pulled the hem of the shirt down so it was covering her, and she glanced back at me, then sat up again, an evil look in her eyes.

I was immediately cautious. "CeCe..." I began cautiously. "What are you doin-" Then I was laying on my back on the couch, CeCe on top of me. "You're going to regret agreeing to that dare," She whispered, her face close to mine. I smirked, "Too late. I already do." She grinned, then pecked me once on the lips. "I'm going to make you suffer." She whispered, biting her lip. She shifted her hips around, and I could feel her right where I needed her. I hissed in pleasure.

She shook her head. "You're not gonna survive this week if you can't take a little teasing," She said, grinding herself against me again. "And you're going to get so much more than a little teasing,"

I shut my eyes. What the fuck possessed me to actually take on a dare where I couldn't have sex for a week?

Chapter three preview: I sighed. "I need you to make me sexy." Rocky raised a brow at me. "You mean sexier than you already are?" I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, whatever." She grinned, then marched over to my wardrobe. "Okay... first of all, we need to get rid of these," She tossed a pair of Converse onto the floor behind her. "And these..." She pulled out my favorite pair of jeans. I whimpered in terror, and she turned around to glare. "Do you want Gunther to crack or not?" I nodded. "Then you need to trust me. When I'm done with you, Gunther's not gonna know what him him." I smiled. That was what I was aiming for.