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                                 THE DARE
                            by Michael K. Smith
                            mksmith1@swbell.net

Section B

     We compared notes with the others in the lunchroom.  "I had
a little adventure in Art this morning," Mary Ruth said smugly.
"I was sitting on one of the tall stools, working on a
watercolor, and I started to feel kind of, um... hot.  I wanted
to sit on my fingers but I couldn't, of course.  But that paint
brush had a *very* long handle...."
     "You didn't!" Jan squealed and we shushed her.  "You got
yourself off with a paintbrush?  In class?"
     "Yeah, sure did.  I haven't checked yet, but since I was
painting with crimson at the time, my box probably looks like a
baboon's."
     Annie spoke up.  "Guys, there's one thing all of us forgot
about: Gym."
     Jan looked startled and muttered, "oh, shit."  That hadn't
occurred to me, either.  How to explain the lack of underwear in
the locker room?  Annie was the only one of us with morning P.E.
     "So, how did you handle it?"  I wanted to know.
     "Oh, I just pulled my gym shorts up and *then* took off my
skirt.  I've noticed a few of the `bashful flowers' doing that,
so nobody paid any attention."
     "I don't think I'll bother to hide it," Katie said
thoughtfully.  Naturally.  But she didn't have Gym until last
period anyway and sometimes didn't shower until she got home
because she liked to be first out of the parking lot.  So it
probably wouldn't matter.
     Jan's morning had been less eventful, except that she'd had
to make more trips to the bathroom than usual.  She'd gotten so
horny just *imagining* people knew she wasn't wearing panties,
she'd had to jack off twice.  Mary Ruth's bare and cavernous cunt
had caused her some additional concern.  In Home Ec, she'd
actually stuffed three cotton balls into herself, she was
dripping so much from arousal.

     My Sociology teacher, Mr. Irons, was the oldest teacher
around.  He was more or less alive but he never noticed who sat
where, so we migrated around the room as we chose -- practicing
the social dynamics Irons was supposed to be lecturing about.
Today, I grabbed the chair at Charlie Harker's right so I could
swivel around to the left if I wanted to.  He was going to notice
me or else.
     Twenty minutes into the lecture, Irons was doing his
trademark unfocused drone and most of the class was ignoring him.
Charlie was drawing little doodles in his notebook.  I raised
myself off the seat a little and slowly eased my skirt an inch
higher.  Then I turned ninety degrees to face Charlie.  The girl
behind me was dozing (Mr. Irons right after a big lunch was
deadly) and no one else was watching.  I took a deep breath; what
I was about to do was completely unlike me, but a couple of
covert glances at Charlie helped me make up my mind.
     Charlie Harker was about six feet tall, wide in the
shoulders, and narrow in the waist.  His eyes were brilliant blue
and his hair was short and very black.  He had big hands and
long, tapering fingers, and I'd heard him beat a piano keyboard
into submission at more than one party.  He was also captain of
the boys' varsity swimming team and just remembering what he
looked like in a swim suit gave me palpitations.  He was
unarguably gorgeous.  And he didn't have a steady girlfriend.
     I stuck out my foot and quietly tapped Charlie's chair leg.
He glanced over and I gave him the warmest smile I could muster.
He blinked and smiled back kind of absently.  I leaned back
farther, propped a foot on the chair rung as I'd seen Katie do,
and eased my skirt even higher.  He blinked again, looked at the
gap between my knees ... then looked again much harder and seemed
to wake up.
     "Rebecca, what are you doing?" he demanded under his breath.
     "It's called `vamping,'" I hissed back.  "I'm trying to get
your attention."
     He gave me a peculiar look.  "You succeeded.  You're a
strange girl, Rebecca."
     "Why don't you ask me out?" I replied.  "I could be even
stranger.  You never know."
     "I don't think so.  Why don't you stop this?  You're
embarrassing yourself."
     I popped open the top button of my blouse and he blinked
again.  "How about if I just take off *all* my clothes?"
     He looked quickly around but there was no place he could
escape to.  "Rebecca!  You'd better stop, or---"
     "Or what?  You'll scream for help?"  I tapped the next
button with my fingernail.  The tiny *click* *click* actually
made him flinch.  What was wrong with this guy?  What was wrong
with me?
     "We'll talk later," he said and turned away resolutely.  And
he totally ignored me for the rest of the period.


     On the way upstairs for math the next period, I ran into
Annie coming down.  She seemed flushed and kind of excited.  I
stopped her on the landing and said in a significant tone, "How's
it going?"
     She grinned.  "I thought this would be scary but it's really
kind of exciting!" she replied in a low tone.
     Without taking my eyes off her face, I said casually, "You
know, don't you, that there's a couple of freshman boys down
there looking up our skirts?"  Her grin disappeared and she
shifted her weight as if to move away.  She hesitated and flicked
a glance downward.  Then she winked and managed to drop one of
her books.  When she half-crouched and half-bent to retrieve it,
her back to the railing, I heard an audible gasp from below.  I
wondered if the lurking freshmen had wet their pants.  When I
looked down, one of them had his mouth open so wide I could have
dropped my purse into it without touching the sides.  I was
beginning to realize what Katie meant about "power."
     Math was kind of boring.  Mrs. McKelvy wasn't the sort of
person you could wiggle your bare ass at, and we also had to sit
alphabetically -- which happened to put me in the middle of a
bunch of other girls.  I glanced around and saw a couple of them
eyeing me curiously; they obviously suspected something was going
on but didn't know just what.  None of my buddies were there to
trade secret smiles with so I just sat and doodled Charlie's name
(entwined with red hearts) in my notebook and kept my legs
together while I waited for the period to end.
     Jan's Fifth Period class had been next door so she met me in
the hall and we adjourned to the girls' bathroom, as we did
everyday at this time.  Katie and Mary Ruth were already there,
looking smug, and Jan showed up a few seconds later.
     Katie checked the stalls quickly and then murmured,
"Everyone still bare?"  She flipped her skirt up in front to
prove *she* was, anyway, and the rest of us giggled and followed
suit.
     "I sure seem to be dropping a lot of books on the stairs
today," Annie said thoughtfully.  "Twice just on the way in
here."  The rest of us cracked up.
     " I think the boys in Government have figured out the Dare,"
Mary Ruth reported.  "They kept staring at my crotch and I
finally had to excuse myself and duck into the toilet so I could
get myself off.  I've *never* gotten that overheated in school
before!"  God, I thought, she's getting to be like Jan.
     "What about you, Rebecca?" Katie asked with a grin.
"Anything unusual to report?"
     "Well, I gave Charlie Harker an eyeful but I think it just
pissed him off.  I thought this no-panties stunt would get his
attention for sure."
     Jan shrugged.  "Maybe he's gay or something...."
     That really made me mad -- I wasn't sure why.  I spun around
so quick, Jan jumped back out of reach with a startled look.
"Don't you say that!  Charlie's not gay!"  How could they think
such a thing?  "I'm going to get to him one way or another before
I leave this building today!  I swear I am!"  I glared around at
my friends.
     Katie made "there, there" motions with her hands.  "She
didn't mean anything by it, Rebecca.  Nobody thinks Charlie's
gay.  Just calm down, okay?"  I let myself be soothed and
wondered why I'd flared up like that in defense of Charlie's
heterosexuality.  Maybe I was secretly afraid he really was gay.
That would take me off the hook but it would also mean Charlie
was beyond reach of my wiles.  And I wanted Charlie so bad, it
kept me awake at night.  But he was targeted now: I'd just
committed myself to my mission in front of all my friends.  That
boy wouldn't know what hit him.


     I happened to know that Charlie worked in the Journalism
office during Sixth Period and he often stayed an hour or so
late, working on a story.  Well... truthfully, I didn't just
"happen" to know.  I'd stealthily followed him a few times.
     So I hurried out of my last period Health class, where an
embarrassed Mrs. Collins was trying to deal with "Friday Question
Time."  The idea was for students to bring in anonymous written
questions they were too shy to ask out loud.  Then there'd be an
open discussion.  But the students always put a lot of thought
into concocting questions that would lead Mrs.  Collins right
into deep water.
     Ninety seconds later, I was peeking through the window in
the Journalism office door.  Charlie was still in there, all
right, and he seemed to be alone.  He was hunched over a mousepad
and staring at a monitor, probably trying to fit in a story that
was too long.
     How much longer would he be staying, though, on a Friday?
The building had emptied even faster than usual, with most of the
kids hurrying home to get ready for dates.  Did Charlie have a
date later?  I hoped Katie wouldn't get mad at me for making her
wait in the parking lot.  After about ten minutes, Charlie still
didn't seem ready to quit for the day and I hadn't seen another
soul, so I took a deep breath and quietly opened the door.  I
slipped in and turned the inside deadbolt as silently as I could
with my hands shaking the way they were.  I slowly pulled the
shade down over the window and Charlie looked up at the sudden
change in the lighting.
     "Hi, Charlie," I said softly as I walked over to the desk
where he was working.
     "Rebecca?  What are you doing in here?"  He glanced at his
wristwatch.  "Why are you still at school at all?"  He swiveled
his chair around and frowned at me.
     "You said we were going to talk later, remember?"  I was
shaking with nervous tension as I moved up so close he had to
lean back in his chair.  What if he just laughed and told me to
go home?  I mean, I was a junior and he was a senior; maybe that
made a difference to him.  I put one hand carefully on his
shoulder and prayed he wouldn't get angry and shake it off.
     But he didn't.  He just sat there with his elbows resting on
the arms of his chair, staring at me.  He had every right to.  I
didn't make a habit of coming on to guys, not seriously, and this
was the second time I'd done it to him in a single day.
     "Don't you like me, Charlie...?"  I put my other hand on his
other shoulder and leaned my knees against his.
     He swallowed and began to look uneasy.  "Sure, I like you,
Rebecca.  But I don't think--"
     "I like you a *lot*, Charlie."  I heard the huskiness in my
own voice and I knew he could feel the trembling through my
hands.  "Don't you want to touch me?"  I reached down, took his
hands in mine, and set them on my hips.  He seemed kind of
stunned as I stared deep into his eyes.
     "Move your hands down, Charlie.  C'mon -- do it."  And he
did, letting those long fingers trail downward to my thighs.  He
paused and swallowed again, and his big hands began moving back
up, under my skirt this time.  Little thrill bumps popped out all
over my legs as his hands encircled my thighs just below my
crotch.  My nipples tightened up and all their nerve endings
switched on HIGH.  I leaned my hips forward a little more and
Charlie's thumbs slid up to the bottom edge of my pussy.
     I moaned a little.  I couldn't help it.  And that sound
seemed to jolt Charlie out of his mental paralysis.  He stood up
so suddenly I almost fell over backward.  His hands clutched my
arms and the way those deep blue eyes glimmered down at me, I
couldn't breathe.
     "What do you want from me, Rebecca?  Why are you doing
this?"  He shook me a little for emphasis.  Ordinarily, I
probably would have been frightened, but not now.
     "You know what I want," I replied.  "And you know what you
want to do, too, don't you, Charlie?"  I pulled loose of his grip
and slipped my arms up and around his neck, pulling his face down
within reach.  At the last moment, he regained the initiative and
kissed me first.  My knees went weak from the jolt of electricity
that shot through me.  I remembered studying spark gaps in
science class and wondered if that was what was happening between
my legs.  And I was *very* aware of the twitching of his penis
against my stomach.
     He kissed me so hard I thought my teeth were going to bend.
"Why are you doing this?" he moaned again, even as his hands were
hiking up the back of my skirt and then squeezing my bare butt
like a couple of grapefruits.


     I have to confess something here: Not only was I a virgin,
I'd never even gone this far with a boy before.  I'd wanted to
but I'd always managed to stay in control, afraid that if I
continued whatever it was I was doing, I'd get my ticket punched
for sure.  And I figured I'd regret it later, in the cool light
of reason.
     This time, I wasn't so sure I cared -- not while Charlie's
long middle finger was stroking the cleft between my ass cheeks
like that.  Did I want to quit being a virgin?  I knew how to do
it, in theory.  I'd even watched an adult X-rated film that Katie
had somehow gotten hold of the previous summer.  And some of what
I'd seen in the film came back to me.
     I kissed Charlie again but let my hands fall down between
us.  I stroked his thick, rigid cock through the front of his
pants and was surprised (and a little scared) at how large it
seemed to be.  Would it even fit in me if we got that far?  One
step at a time, Rebecca!
     Charlie went sort of rigid and still when I started sliding
down his zipper.  "Rebecca...?" he said in a low, warning tone.
It was like I was turning the key that opened the lion's cage but
I managed it without too much fumbling.  I had touched exactly
two penises in my life, neither of them as large and threatening
as this one.  And I'd certainly never been the aggressor like
this.
     As Charlie's cock pushed its way out of its confinement, I
swallowed and then put both hands around it and looked up into
Charlie's eyes again.  His lips were parted a little and his eyes
were half-closed, and he stood very still.  I wondered what would
happen if I chickened out and immediately tucked that monster
back in its hiding place again.  Well, I'd have an immediate
reputation as a "tease," for one thing.  And I certainly would
mess up the only chance I probably would ever have to put my
female power to work on Charlie Harker.
     So I slid my hands lightly up and down a little -- I'd done
*that* before -- and I thought again about what I'd seen in that
adult film.  What I had in mind didn't seem too difficult when
I'd watched those actresses doing it; they'd even seemed to enjoy
it, even if they were acting.  And I was sure Charlie kept
himself nice and clean.
     I took another deep breath as I knelt in front of this
gorgeous guy I seemed to have trapped.  He rested his hands on
top of my head and let his fingers sift slowly through my hair.
It gave me chills, and courage.  His cock was completely stiff,
now, like a big pinkish salami, but softer to the touch.  I held
it in my hands like a big lollypop and stuck out my tongue, just
touching it at first, then licking the underside of the flared
head.
     It didn't taste nasty or anything and I wondered why some
girls made such a big deal about oral sex.  That question was
answered a few seconds later when I rather timidly opened my
mouth wide and took in the whole head of Charlie's penis.  I
squeezed my lips around it and brushed the tip of my tongue back
and forth across the little hole.  He quivered and tightened his
grip on my hair, and leaned forward a little too far.  I couldn't
draw back and suddenly my mouth was full of warm cock and I was
on the edge of panic.  I had flashes of choking to death; how
would they ever explain to my parents how their daughter died?  I
managed to make an urgent *ummmpph* sound.
     Charlie immediately loosened his hold and withdrew almost
entirely from my mouth.  "Sorry," he muttered hoarsely.  "Sorry,
Rebecca."  He hadn't been able to control himself for a moment
there -- Charlie Harker, who *never* lost his cool.  Yeah, this
was power, all right.
     I tried it again, this time gripping the base of his cock
firmly with one hand and lightly cradling his balls in my other.
I was amazed how soft and cuddly they felt -- and how vulnerable
they were, too.  I began moving my mouth up and down and swabbing
my tongue around everywhere.
     I stopped worrying about gagging and found I was actually
enjoying myself.  More than that, I was thinking about where this
big piece of live meat was really intended to go and it was
giving me tingly feelings between my legs.  I wanted to stick one
hand up under my skirt and stroke my little bud but I couldn't do
it in front of Charlie... even though I was kneeling here with
his cock in my mouth.
     I went up and down the length of his penis, first sucking on
the head, then trying to gobble up as much of the shaft as I
could, then letting it pop out so I could stick my tongue out and
lick it all over.  And after a few minutes, poor Charlie was
barely able to stand upright, his knees were shaking so badly.  I
remembered (boy, did I remember!) how, when I played with myself
at night sometimes, how I really lost it when I came.  I mean, if
my father had walked into my room five seconds before my orgasm,
I still wouldn't have been able to stop.  But somehow, it had
never occurred to me that a boy could get that emotionally
involved in sex.
     Then Charlie said in a tight voice, "If you keep going,
Rebecca, I'm going to come in your mouth.  If you don't want me
to, I guess you'd better stop."
     I slowed while I thought about that but I didn't stop.  The
actresses in the film I'd seen had let the guys squirt all over
their breasts and stuff, but I was still completely dressed.
Besides, I'd come this far....  I glanced up at Charlie's face
and increased the suction.
     The dam burst ten seconds later, with gobs of jism
spattering the back of my throat and his cock jerking in my grip.
I just swallowed as rapidly as I could and kept on sucking.
After four or five big eruptions and a whole lot of little ones,
he seemed to run dry and leaned back against the edge of his
desk, gasping for breath.  His cock was beginning to shrink; it
didn't look so scary any longer.
     Charlie helped me climb to my feet and the uncertain smile
on his red face and the beads of sweat running down his neck made
me feel like the Princess of Power.  I knew, deep down, that
Charlie was basically a nice guy, and that I might be feeling
differently if he had been some sleaze who tried to go to the
next level.  But that was one of the reasons I was so crazy about
Charlie.
     Good thing, too, because somewhere along the line I had
decided I really wasn't ready to stop being a virgin, not yet,
not even with Charlie Harker.  I'd given my first ever blow job
and that was enough for right now.


     After a minute or so, Charlie had his breath back and had
put his cock back in his pants and zipped them up.  "Rebecca, I
repeat what I said earlier: You are definitely a strange girl!"
But he was smiling warmly down at me when he said it so I smiled
back.  "I'm not even going to ask you again what possessed you to
come in here this afternoon.  But I'm sure never going to forget
it."  He reached out and gently traced the outline of my jaw with
a fingertip; it felt wonderful.
     "And this is probably going to sound strange under the
circumstances," he went on, with a crooked grin, "but would you
mind if I called you up this weekend?  Maybe we could go out
together?  Go to a show or something -- maybe just go for a
walk...?"
     Part of me wanted to jump up and down and yell, "Ya-hoo!"
but I controlled it.  Besides....  "Charlie, I'd love to -- but
it wouldn't be just for sex, would it?  I loved doing this for
you, but I don't want you to think... I mean, I don't want you to
ask me out just so you can do it to me."  And I held my breath.
     "Rebecca, would you believe me if I said the thought of
kissing you and at least making out with you again hasn't crossed
my mind?  I've been thinking about asking you out for at least a
month: I just hadn't gotten up the courage yet."
     He looked sort of embarrassed by the admission.  I was just
surprised.  I mean, I figured a guy as nice-looking as that would
have his choice of all the little cheerleaders and bimbettes in
school.  And he was trying to get up the courage to ask *me* out?
     He saw my expression of disbelief and looked sheepish.
"Yeah, I know what you're thinking.  But I can't help it -- I'm
just very shy around girls, okay?  Half the dates I have are
because the *girl* invited me to a dance or a party or something.
But you're definitely different, Rebecca.  And you're nice.
Strange, but nice.  So -- can I call you?"
     I felt terrific... and a little stupid around the edges for
not figuring out some of this earlier.  "Call me, Charlie!  I'll
be waiting!"
     "Great!"  He looked around and began gathering up his books
and his jacket.  "Can I offer you a ride home?"
     Oh, my God!  Katie!  "Oh, shit!  There's a friend of mine
waiting for me out in the parking lot!"  I looked at my watch.
Nearly an hour since the last bell.  Katie wouldn't be there --
but she'd sure have a thing or two to say the next time I saw
her.  My friend was a lot of things but patient wasn't one of
them, and she hated unpunctuality.
     Two minutes later, Charlie was hurrying to keep up with me
as I ran down the echoing hall to the door that led to the
student parking area.  When I burst through, I looked around
quickly and saw only a couple of the school's maintenance pickups
and Charlie's beat-up old Mustang -- and then Katie's Miata
cruised out slowly from behind one of the trucks.  I hurried
over, out of breath, and Katie pushed her shades down her nose so
she could stare at me over them.  She can be pretty intimidating
when she does that.
     "Katie, I'm so sorry to keep you waiting, I should have told
you I was going, uh,... on an errand...."  I knew I was babbling.
But Katie was looking past me at Charlie as he wandered down the
asphalt path, trying to juggle both his books and mine after our
mad rush out of the building.
     "After fifteen minutes, Rebecca, I almost left," Katie said
solemnly, never taking her eyes off Charlie.  "But I got curious,
after what you said in the powder room.  Looks like you weren't
kidding...."  She looked up at me and then peered more closely.
"Got something white drying on your chin."  And leered in a
sisterly way that made me grin back and turn bright red at the
same time.
     Charlie arrived while I was scraping madly with my
fingernail at the crusted semen that had dribbled over my lip and
down my chin.  "Hi, Katie," he said cheerfully and turned to me.
"So, you've got a way home, then, right?  So I'll call you
tonight, okay?"  I nodded and watched the way his eyes crinkled
at the corners when he smiled. `Looks like you've got a boyfriend
now,' I thought to myself.  And it looks like your days as a
virgin are numbered.
     He stood there, digging out his own car keys and smiling at
me as I started to climb in beside Katie.  Then, on a sudden
impulse, I stood up on the seat and flipped up the back of my
skirt as Katie put the car in gear.  I didn't look back as I
settled in, but I could hear Charlie's incredulous shout of
laughter mixed with Katie's soprano chortle as we spun gravel out
of the parking lot.

                               END

Copyright 1994 by Michael K. Smith.  Copies may be made and
posted elsewhere for personal enjoyment, but all commercial
rights are reserved.

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                                 THE DARE
                            by Michael K. Smith
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