~Subject: REPOST Nena and the Gringos Chapt.2
~From: SOTborder1@aol.com
~Date: 7 Jun 1996 06:49:19 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories


Don't read if you are under 18 and/or uncomfortable with the themes
explored in this story, which is a work of fiction.

Chapter 2

"Atta girl. A little beer won't hurt you" Nena heard Mark say. Nena became
aware that Mark and Doug had pressed in closer to her, their legs firmly
paralleling hers. She sucked her breath in nervously. Doug leaned in close
to her and whispered, "Come on Nena. haven't you ever drank beer before"
He was close enough for her to smell his breath and catch his eyes as they
quickly scanned her breasts which jutted out firmly from the front of her
blouse. She drew back from him as he continued leering at her. From the
other side of her,  Mark caught Doug's eye and said goodnaturely, "Come on
Doug, Cool it. Let's keep things cool" Nena glanced up and scanned the
room for Constancia, but still didn't see her. Where could she be, she
thought.  I have an idea, Mark said, as he took another long pull of his
beer, " Why don't we play a little language game before the band comes
on?" The others around the table  nodded their agreement. Nena said in her
broken English "I don't do well in work games. I can only speak a few
words of English.". Mark leaned in an said to her with a lopsided smile,
"There are only two words you need to know in this game. Truth or Dare.
Watch. You'll learn fast" The waiter brought over another round of beers
to the group. Nena was not much of a drinker and declined the second beer.
Mark gently, but firmly grasped her upper arm with his hand. "Nena, we're
your new friends. You don't want to hurt our feelings do you?" The rest of
the guys watched intently waiting for Nena's reaction.  She slightly
flinched at Marks touch "I'm sorry......I just don't drink that much" She
felt Marks hand tighten subtlety on her arm . He continued to smile at
her, but  she saw his eyes harden slightly. She felt light headed from the
beer and out of her element. She knew that she should just get up and
leave, but..... Your being ridiculous she thought to herself. What can
these gringos do to you in a bar with all these people around. Nena slowly
exhaled and said slowly with conviction, "O.K. but this is going to be my
last one. I have to find my friend" Doug grinned and pushed a beer towards
her. "Well, is everyone ready to start the game?" Mark said. "O.K. Nena.
You first. Truth or Dare" Nena looked up at Mark nervously.  She was aware
that hands were damp and clammy and the back of her blouse was sticking
slightly to her back. She clenched them into fists to relax and put them
on her lap. She didn't know what to say. Mark said with thinly disguised
impatience, "Nena, what do you want Truth or Dare" Nena took a nervous
gulp of her beer. While she was thinking of what to say, she heard one of
the guys belch loudly. With her eyes staring at the table she said in a
slightly lower voice "I'll take Truth". Mark turned slowly and said in a
voice barely above a whisper, "Do you ever go without wearing a bra?" Nena
turned bright red with embarrassment. She had never had anyone ever ask
her something so shameful, so wrong. Mark pressed on. "Well have you" Nena
clenched and unclenched her hands. She felt Doug and Mark their legs
pressed firmly against hers and the rest of the group suddenly got very
quiet. She could suddenly feel the tension around the table.  She
continued to stare at the table, unsure what to do. Doug's hand landed
lightly  on her thigh and made her jump. She quickly pushed it away.
"Well" he said, "Answer the question" Nena could feel her heart hammering
in her chest. With a forced voice she said, "When I go to sleep.......I
don't wear a bra" As if on cue Nena could hear all the guys at the table
exhale as if they were holding their breaths. Nena felt so embarrassed.
She felt the guys stealing furtive glances at her prominent breasts. Mark
looked up at her with bright eyes, smiling broadly  "See Nen, I knew you
could pick this game up quickly" The game continued for a few rounds until
it was Nena's turn again. She was almost done with her second beer, when
she felt Doug take it and push a new one into her hand. "Doug, I don't
wa-" Doug cut her off abruptly. "Relax Nen. Aren't you having fun?" Nen
felt more light-headed then before, and her mouth felt slightly off kilter
when she tried to speak. The guy  sitting in front of her, a nervous,
fidgety guy,  who she remembered was introduced as John,  was reaching
under the table with his leg every few minutes and running his foot along
Nena's slim legs. She tried to move away, but was pinned in by Mark and
Doug. She could barely move. She was frightened, but the soothing effects
of the beer was helping to ease any feeling of vulnerability she had. It
was Johns turn to ask the question. "Truth or Dare" Nen?" Nena's mouth
felt numb, like the feeling she got from the dentist when he gave her a
shot prior to a dental procedure. She shifted in the booth trying to make
herself comfortable. In a low, quiet tone she  replied, "Dare" John leaned
forward with his elbows on the table. He nervously scratched his nose. "I
dare you to take off your bra" Nena was not prepared for the dare and sat
bolt upright in the booth. Her hands clenched into little fists and her
arms pinned to her sides tightly. She began to feel woozy, as if she just
got up too fast after having laid down for a long while. She tried to
respond, but couldn't talk. Her mouth felt like it was filled with cotton.
The other guys looked at her with bright eyes and flushed faces. The
result of a lot of beer and the sight of the raven haired Mexican beauty
sitting less then five feet from them, beautiful dark eyes darting around
the table like a scared bird, with her chest heaving nervously, her stiff
arms held tightly against her sides, causing her large, round breasts to
fill out her worn peasant blouse even more. Her nervousness accented her
nipples causing them to harden slightly and due to their prominent size
poke out through her bra and thin material of her blouse.  Doug licked his
dry lips as he caught Marks eye.