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Chapter 4

I couldn’t do truth. I knew it was going to be a Larissa question, and I wasn’t prepared to answer it. I would have to lie if it was asked—there was no way I could tell the truth. There was no way I could admit that I still had feelings for the boy-girl a whole five years later. How could I ever admit something like that? “Dare,” I said, my heart pounding.

They all looked to one another and they shared the occasional whisper. “Oh, that’s good,” Donny said with a smirk. I tried to control my breathing, tried reassuring myself that it wouldn’t be so bad. How bad could it be? We were just three hands into the game.

“Put on the panties,” Grant said. They were all sitting still, staring at me.

“What?” I said.

“Donny’s sister’s panties. Put them on. Take your undies off, and put on the panties. What don’t you get?” I looked at the panties. That’s all they wanted? It seemed so stupid—the easiest dare ever, until I had the panties in my hands, then I froze up. It suddenly seemed so taboo, so naughty, so wrong in every way possible. I scooched my chair into the table so they couldn’t see my lower half, and I tugged down my pants. I put them up on the table, along with my boxers shorts, and then I slipped on the panties. It was a bit of a struggle to get my cock and balls to stay inside, but I managed.

It was a weird feeling. They were so tight, but so soft. I’d never had anything cradle my cock so snug-like, and I’d never worn undies that left my whole ass exposed. “Can I put my pants back on at least?” I asked.

“No,” they all said, almost in perfect unison.

It was extremely awkward, to say the least, but as long as Donny’s sister didn’t come down the stairs, then it wasn’t so bad. So I just sat there, in his sister’s panties, as I shuffled the deck and handed out the next set of cards.

There is a rule in Ride the Bus that we’d all forgotten—all of us except for Donny. If you knock and then lose, then you lose two chips instead of one. He explained it at the start, but we all must have dismissed it once the Truth or Dare aspect was brought in. Because how can you lose twice in Truth or Dare? You have to do two dares? A truth and a dare? What?

I was the one who knocked, and my God, was it a big mistake. But I had thirty and it was still early in the round—so how could I lose? Well, there was one way to lose. Donny picked up his last card and his face lit up. He threw his cards down immediately and yelled “Thirty-one! Read ‘em and weep, boys!” Not only did we all lose, I lost twice, because I’d knocked. And I had no idea what that meant.

Donny’s eyes gaze met with mine. His eyes were narrowed and his grin was full of evil. He had this whole thing planned out. “Truth or dare—all of you,” he said, finally looking away from me.

Grant went with truth. He tossed one of his chips into the middle. He didn’t want any part of any group dare nonsense. He had the good sense to know it was going to be more than the usual dare shenanigans. “What do you want to know?”

“What’s the last thing you masturbated to?” Donny asked.

Grant laughed, smirked, bit his lip, and then said, “Porn. That it?”

“What kind of porn, loser?”

Grant smiled again, his cheeks turning red. “What difference does it make?”

“Because you fucking picked truth, so answer the question.”

He was slow to answer, looking down at the table, not daring to look any of us in the eye. “Well, it was, like, just out of curiosity… But it was two guys. But it’s not like I was into it—I was just curious.”

“Bi-curious?” Donny said, trying to hold back his laughter.

“Fuck off. I bet you’ve done it, too.”

“No way!” Donny said, and then that torrent of laughter came flooding out. Even I laughed, despite my nerves as I awaited my mystery humiliation.

“Yeah right…” Grant said, crossing his arms, sinking into his chair, his face dark red. Once again, there’s something about truth and dare that brings out the real honesty in people—a moral code that no one dares to break—all the more reason to keep picking dare.

“Alright,” Donny said, turning to us. “So, truth or dare, boys?”

“Dare,” John said. He was smiling, excited for whatever came next. He was drunk, his humility elsewhere. He was rubbing his hands together, awaiting his punishment as if he’d lost on purpose.

“Eric?” Donny asked.

“Dare,” I said with reluctance. How bad could it be?

“You know it’s going to be an extra special dare, right? You did lose twice, after all.”

“I know, just get on with it.”

“First, I’m going to whisper John’s dare into his ear. Then we’ll get to you in a minute.” He leaned over and whispered into John’s ear. It took him a minute to get all the info across, as if the dare was especially complex. I just sat and let my nerves pound cold, my muscles becoming more and more rigid. This game wasn’t turning out to be as fun as I thought it would. I looked to the clock—it was only 1 AM, still lots of time for the game to descend into complete and utter madness.

John got up with a big smile, and he left the room.

“Get comfortable, this might take a few minutes,” Donny said, leaning back into his chair. He was in complete control of the game. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out he’d been practicing his Ride the Bus skills all month in preparation for this night.