The Dare

Chapter four: Monday

Gunther

"CeCe?" I called. I was standing at the foot of her bed. We were going to be late for school if she didn't get up now. She moaned softly in reply. "CeCe?" I called again, this time a little louder. She moaned again, and flipped over so she was lying on her stomach.

I had woken up this morning with the sole intention of making it up to CeCe for going along with this dare. We hadn't talked yesterday at all. I'd tried calling her cell, but she didn't pick up. I'd walked over to her apartment, and retrieved her key from where she usually kept it - under the mat. I didn't worry about her mom being home. She always left for work around five a.m. on Mondays.

I entered the apartment, knowing full well she'd still be sleeping, even though it was half seven.

"Gunther," She said suddenly, and it was so clear, I was sure she was finally awake. "We're going to be late," I told her. "Gunther," She said again, only this time, it was more of a moan... Realization hit me. CeCe was still asleep. "Are you awake?" I asked, to be sure. "Ah..." Came her reply.

I stared at her intently. She was...moaning in her sleep. She must be having a pretty nice dream. I stifled a groan. That was so fucking sexy.

"Oh," She gasped, twitching a little. Okay, as cruel as it seemed, I just had to take advantage of this situation. I let my backpack slip off my shoulders and went to go kneel down beside her. "CeCe?" I called again, my breath tickling her face. She gasped a little, her breath catching in her throat. I brought my lips to her neck and kissed her softly there before moving down to the top of her cleavage, as slowly as I could. She was lying on her back now, and, as I sensed she was about to wake up, I moved swiftly away, pulling my backpack over one shoulder and went back to stand at the foot of her bed.

"Oh." Was what she first said when she woke up. Then she saw me. "What... How did you get in here?" I smirked. "I know where you keep the spare key." She nodded and sat up, stroking her forehead. "Sleep well?" I asked, smirking. She looked at me again, startled. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she probably forgot I was even there. "Um. Yeah." She replied. I tried to stop myself from smiling. She started to climb out of bed, pulling on her furry slippers. "And nice dreams?" I asked. She froze.

She stared up into my eyes, abandoning her slippers for now. "W-What?" I worked hard to keep my face blank. She stayed sitting on the bed, her expression horrified. "Did you dream of anything nice?" I repeated my question, with a bit more detail this time. She stared me down, trying to figure out what was going through my mind. Her cheeks flamed red. "No," She mumbled, getting out of bed and heading towards the bathroom. I stared at her as she walked away, trying to keep my eyes off her ass... The fact that she wore shorts to bed wasn't helping that matter.

"Interesting. You were talking, you know." She froze at the doorway and turned to face me. "Talking?" I nodded. She walked back over to me. "Do I usually talk in my sleep?" I shook my head, smiling. "Nope," I said, popping the P. "This was a one-time thing." She sighed in relief, then turned to head back to the bathroom, before she seemed to remember something vital."What the fuck did I say?" She suddenly screamed. I shrugged, and she growled at how casual I was being. "Well, you said my name... Well, moaned it, actually." She buried her face in her hands and groaned. "This is so embarrassing," She whined. I laughed freely for the first time that morning. "Aw, don't be embarrassed."

She sighed, then pulled her hands away from her face and smiled a little. "Don't you try to kiss up to me. You're still going to pay."

"For what?" I asked, all wide-eyed and innocent. She smacked my arm, and I grabbed it and pinned it behind her back. She gasped, then tried to hit me with her other hand, and I brought both of her hands behind her so she couldn't move them. She struggled to free herself, but, of course, she couldn't.

"CeCe, you know you're not stronger than me, right?" She sighed. "A girl can dream," Then she went off into her bathroom to get dressed.

"But I don't wanna go to Crusty's!" I wailed childishly, pouting. "Pwease?" CeCe said, turning on me. I groaned. "Ugh, CeCe, not the puppy-dog eyes," I begged, shielding my face. She giggled and took hold of my hand so that she could drag me along faster.

At lunchtime at school,she had ordered me to meet her at Crusty's at seven O'clock. Rocky was the only one who seemed to know the reason why. I really didn't want to go. I had a shitload of homework that I needed to do, and finals that I needed to study for. But CeCe wasn't taking any of it. "You'll do this if you love me." She said in such a serious tone it was almost funny.

When we got to the entrance, she pushed the door open and led me inside. I was shocked to see there was no-one there. "Where is everyone?" CeCe shrugged. "Crusty's closes really early on Monday's, but Uncle Frank said I could use the building as long as I was careful."

"So the restaurant is closed?"

"Yep,"

"And there's only going to be the two of us here?"

"Well, three. Rocky's coming."

"What exactly do you have in mind."

"I'm not telling you," I sighed. CeCe had made no sexual advances towards me today - which would be a good thing under any other circumstances. CeCe liked to plot things through before she wen through with them, and something told me something bad was coming.

Rocky and Deuce trailed in about a minute later. I didn't know why Deuce was here. I didn't dwell too much on had dissapeared being a curtain on the small stage of Crusty's... The fuck does she need a stage for?

Ty and Tinka entered the building, and I barely noticed. Someone had turned on a low, thrumming type of music. The kind that was probably made specifically to get you going. I vaguely felt Rocky take my hand and lead me to a chair so I was sitting down. I was concentrating on the music that was plying and the red velvet curtains on the the stage that hadn't been opened yet. The lights suddenly dimmed.

I basically stopped breathing when the curtains opened - slowly - and revealed CeCe standing there in black shorts that looked like her fucking underwear or some shit, and a white cropped top that just barely covered her breasts. I looked down at her feet. She was wearing heels that had to be at least five-fucking-inches high. What the hell was she doing?

As I watched her, I suddenly noticed the chrome-silver pole behind her, running from the ceiling to the floor. I was amazed to see grim determination etched on CeCe's face. Just then, she grabbed onto the pole with both hands, standing behind it, and she closed her eyes as the first slow strains of the music began.

God, please don't let me end up running up there and taking her on the stage I prayed to myself silently with fierce intensity. About that time, CeCe opened her eyes and stared at me with an expression of such heated desire, I felt my body clench.

She brought one hand to behind her neck, and then leisurely traced his fingers down her raised arms. A slow, aching cry poured from two singers in the music that was playing from an unknown source, which was filled with such an erotic need that it made blood start to pound in my veins.

CeCe began to move languidly against the pole, and rested her hands above her head on the cold metal, almost grinding into it.

Just then, some fucker emerged from behind the curtains and place his hands gently on her hips. My body clenched as she practically rubbed herself all over him. I heard the fucker quietly gasp and groan behind her, and for a second, I wanted to leap up and rip her away from him. But as I looked at CeCe, she was consuming me with those deep, liquid eyes, and I began to understand what she was doing.

She was dancing for me, thinking of me, grinding herself into me, not the son of a bitch behind her. He didn't matter to CeCe; it was as if he wasn't there. Really, the only two people in the room were CeCe and me. Her movements were soft and sensual; she seemed relaxed and confident about what she was doing as she swayed her hips. But most of all…she was so, so sexy as she stared deep into my eyes. My temperature started to rise and blood started flooding to my groin.

CeCe caressed the dancer's throat; her tiny pale hands touched the dark skin lovingly, and then they slowly slid to her own beautiful white neck, smoothing down her body and then coming to rest on his hips.

She seemed to take pleasure in tracing her fingers over the warm hollows and swells of her own skin. My eyes widened as she moved her head to rub it against the dancer's chest and then slowly turned back to stare at me. Her hair was a sexy tangle against him, and I longed to put my hands in the silky mess.

The dancer picked up the edge of her skirt, lifted it to his face, and inhaled her scent from the delicate cloth. CeCe grabbed the other side of her full skirt wrapping it around both of their bodies, and lingeringly let the silky fabric slide against their skin. Suddenly, the image of her wrapped in the sheets of our bed, luxuriating in the feel of her naked body rubbing against the smooth cloth snaked through my mind. I cursed myself for the millionth time in two days. The lights were dimmed so low, it was almost pitch black, except for the spotlight that made sure I could watch Cece's every move.

Her hand gently traced the dancer's face above her, and then glided to her neck, moving down over her breasts, and I remembered my hands on the delicate skin she was feeling. The scene brought me back a few weeks, I was instantly with CeCe as she arched back into me, and my hands were cupping her beautiful pebbling breasts. I wanted to rub my thumbs over those soft pink nipples again, squeeze them gently, and feel them harden in my hand. As I stared at her, I could almost hear her moan my name while moving against me.

I watched her dance as she spread her fingers wide; they skimmed across her body, snaking around to her hip and thigh. Fuck! God, I wanted her to do this just for me, to dance for me naked, to rub her hands all over the silky cream of her stomach and thighs, to touch her skin, and show me exactly how she liked to pleasure herself. The women on the tape that was playing continued crying their song, and I let the sounds surround me as I thought about how much I wanted to see her stroke herself, dip her fingers inside that sweet, wet pussy, and make herself come as I watched.

Her back arched against the dancer, her hair sliding against his chest as she grasped his hands and curled her fingers into them. She raised their clasped hands to her face, and then brought them to her mouth where she slowly opened her lips. I saw her little pink tongue and white teeth gently lick, suckle, and nip the man's fingers delicately. There were shocked gasps all around me, but all I could think about was having her suckle me, and having her graze those teeth over every part of my body. The image of my cock in CeCe's mouth consumed my mind.

Jesus Fucking Christ! I imagined everything she was doing to that fucker's hands she wanted to do to me, running her teeth and tongue up and down my shaft, ever so gently nibbling me, and then licking and sucking the spot she'd nipped. I could smell her arousal and I inhaled deeply, unable to get enough of that addictive scent. What the fuck was she doing to me? My dick felt like it was going to explode any second.

CeCe continued sliding their hands down her neck, and then slowly, so slowly, dragged them down her sides just grazing the edge of her breasts and waist. God, she had to touch her tits again—and have him touch them as well. I'd just felt that velvety skin two nights ago. My hands ached to feel it again.

She rested her fingers on her hips as she rubbed her sweet ass against the dancer, all the time staring at me as if she was biding her time until she could strip me naked and fuck me senseless. I wanted CeCe soft and warm underneath me. If only I could probe into that liquid channel again, thrusting just the head of my cock into her incredible sweet, wet entrance. Forcing myself to stay still in my seat, I continued to fantasize about doing it to her.

As someone raised the volume and tempo of the song, CeCe leaned into the dancer as she raised one tiny little foot, slid it up and down his leg sensuously, and raised her hands to her hair. Lifting it off her neck, she moved her head under the dancer's neck, sliding her hair against his skin as he clutched her across her hips and pulled her into his body.

My fantasies continued as I imagined her sitting naked on my lap, straddling my erection, her back to my chest as she lifted her hair exposing her delicate neck and back. She would lower herself on me gently and let her thick juices lubricate my head as she ground herself on me again and again until I was in her to the hilt. I would grab her hips and rock her against me, feeling the cheeks of her ass rubbing against my stomach, slowly at first, and then faster and faster until she screamed my name.

The music came to a climactic cry as CeCe slithered one last time against the dancer, rubbing into him, biting her lip slowly and softly as she drank in the heat of my face. I tried to get my head away from the hot sex my brain had been fully engaged in and act like I had just witnessed a simple dance at a restaurant. Simple? My God, it was singularly the most erotic fucking thing I had ever seen in my life.

Suddenly, the dance was over, thank fuck, before I came like Old Faithful in the middle of this god-forsaken fucking restaurant. CeCe smiled sweetly over her shoulder at the dancer and stared at the faces of Ty, Tinka, Deuce and Rocky, who were sitting at the same table as me. I hadn't even noticed them until now.. I looked around me at the slack jaws and roiling lust on all the male faces at the table. Jesus Christ on a ladder, the little siren had turned every fucking one of us into a seething mass of blue balls. Rocky simply looked proud.

Meanwhile, CeCe was focusing in on me and she moved to where I was sitting. As she reached me, she looked down and stared at the huge, straining bulge in my jeans. Yep. This was the payback I was talking about. Placing her hands on my shoulders, she smiled sweetly at me, and leaned over to speak directly into my ear.

"So Gunther, you tell me," she paused. "Are you a retard, a spastic paraplegic, or both? Because you seem to be—" she stared down at my crotch for a moment and then looked straight into my eyes, "er, well, turned on, wouldn't you say?"

After a stunned silence, the entire table abruptly exploded into shouts of laughter until tears actually ran down Ty and Rocky's cheeks. I stared dumbly into CeCe's eyes before color stained my face. I didn't move. Cece's dance replayed over and over in my head. CeCe walked around quietly, slipped a little wink to Rocky, and sat down on my lap, taking my hand and lacing her fingers through it.

The person CeCe was dancing with had a staggered look on his face; he stared hungrily at her and acted like he intended to join us. I skewered him with a murderous glare as I wrapped her in my arms. He stumbled back abruptly, almost tripping over himself as he hurriedly left the building. I'd had enough of that fucking son of a bitch.

As I shifted CeCe on my lap so she wasn't rubbing against my bursting dick, I noticed most of the men around the table and restaurant were shifting uncomfortably or making much needed adjustments to their pants. Who could blame them? We'd all just been fucked fully clothed.

"Holy shit, CeCe!" I growled into CeCe's ear in a voice so husky I hardly recognized it as my own, "What in the blue fuck was that?"

"Oh, nothing really, Gunther," she smiled at me innocently. "Just a little something I picked up in Seattle."

I'm not trying to blackmail you into reviewing when I saw this - but this is most likely the last chapter of this story. I seemed to have lost a lot of readers. But, if you are reading, could you do me a favor and say so? Thanks. And reviews simply saying 'update' are cool, but what I really like is to hear your thoughts on this chapter, or parts you liked, or found funny.