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“Alice, you’re so cute when you blush,” Rocco said, winking as he passed the bottle of vodka. “Tell me the truth… have you ever given a blowjob to anyone other than Luca?”
The room filled with laughter, while I, Luca, tried not to stand out too much. Alice put a hand to her mouth, feigning shock, but her eyes shone with an amusement I knew all too well. “What a fucking question,” she muttered, but her voice was more nervous than angry.
“Oh, so that’s a yes?” Joe leaned forward, a ferret grin plastered across his face. “Come on, don’t be shy now. We’re all friends here.”
Alice glanced at me quickly, almost as if seeking permission, her cheeks flushing red. “Okay… once. But that was before Luca!” she added hastily, as if that would save her. The boys erupted in howls of approval, and I pretended to laugh, even though I could feel my jaw tightening.
“And what was it like?” Marco asked, rubbing his hands together. “Details, bitch.”
Alice pretended to kick me under the table, but her foot ended up brushing my leg in a way I knew only too well. “It was… normal,” she lied shamelessly, her tits heaving with her rapid breathing. “Nothing special.”
Rick burst out laughing. “Normal my ass. With those lips? I bet you made that poor guy come in two seconds.” His hand brushed her thigh, too low to be casual, and Alice didn’t move it.
“Let’s change the game,” I said, but my voice came out weaker than I expected.
“Dare,” Rocco announced, completely ignoring me. “Alice, come here and sit on Joe’s lap. And no panties, I saw what you wore tonight.”
She snorted, but was already getting up. “Just because I’m drunk,” she muttered, as the boys exchanged knowing glances.
I tried not to look.
Alice settled herself on Joe’s lap with exaggerated slowness, her short dress riding up just enough to reveal the absence of panties. “Happy, bastard?” she said, but the blush rising from her neck to her cheeks betrayed her excitement. Joe ran his hands up her hips, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her ass, while Rocco and Marco whistled in approval.
“Now for the next dare,” Rick announced, pouring himself another shot. “Alice, take off your bra without using your hands.” The room erupted in A chorus of “ohhhs” erupted as I gripped the bottle so tightly I feared it would break. Alice glanced at me, almost apologetically, but her eyes were already clouded by that cheeky light I knew too well.
“You’re so disgusting,” she whispered, but she was already moving, twisting her shoulders and sliding the straps down her arms like a cat in heat. Her bra fell to the floor amidst the boys’ laughter, and her tits, heavy and firm, bounced freely beneath the thin fabric of her dress. Joe slapped her ass, making her jump. “Good bitch.”
“Now it’s my turn,” Marco said, rubbing his hands together with a smile that tasted like trouble. “Alice, dare: sit astride Rick and tell us the dirtiest thing you’ve done with Luca.” His voice was thick with amusement. Mischievous, as Rick settled onto the couch, spreading his legs defiantly.
Alice took a deep breath, her breasts heaving beneath her sheer dress, now devoid of all modesty. “What the fuck is this?” she muttered, but she was already moving toward Rick, her dress riding up further as it settled on her thighs. I felt my stomach twist as Rick placed his hands on her ass, pushing her closer. “Okay,” Alice sighed, feigning exasperation, though the way she shifted her hips slightly betrayed otherwise. “One time… we did it in the elevator of his building. And there were people waiting downstairs.”
The boys exploded with laughter and vulgar comments, while Joe slapped her thigh. “What a slut,” he chuckled, while Alice feigned indignation, even though her lips were trembling.
“Now a truth,” Rocco interjected, pouring himself another glass. “Alice, how many times did you think about one of us while you were with Luca?” The question fell like a stone in the pond, and for the first time I saw a flash of real hesitation in Alice’s eyes.
She looked down, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of Rick’s dress. “What a fucking question…” she muttered, but then looked up, challenging them all. “Once. After that night at Joe’s, when you made us play strip poker.” The confession came out through gritted teeth, but there was a tremor in his voice that told me it wasn’t just the alcohol.
Joe whistled, satisfied, as Rick dug his fingers into her ass. “And whose face were you imagining, bitch?” Alice laughed nervously, shaking her head. “This is another dare,” she replied, but the light in her eyes was now impossible to deny.
“Then get ready,” Marco said, as I clenched my fists under the table, “because now it’s my turn to choose the dare.” Alice inhaled, already blushing, as the boys exchanged knowing glances. The evening had just begun.
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