A Room Full of Regret

"Oh my god! I didn't mean it like that. I just thought it was like a rod or a staff or a bar, and then I thought because it would be brown and because it was a bar, I would call it a chocolate bar," words started to fall out of Ruth's mouth. The more she talked, the faster she went and the less sense it seemed to be making, "I wasn't trying to say anything bad about anyone. Mal, you're like, the nicest person I know. I didn't want to say anything bad about you. My pastor says there's brown eggs and white eggs and they both make perfectly good omelets." She was practically in tears.

At first, Deirdre was incredibly offended by Ruth's comment. But the more she listened to Ruth's incoherent ramblings the more she realized that Ruth was just drunk and ignorant. Deirdre's own pastor had told her not to pass up on a friend just because you don't understand them.

"Ruth," she said, kindly, "it's not so much a chocolate bar. It's more of a delicious sausage."

"Maybe you've had enough to drink," suggested Brandon. He was correct, but was not the right person to tell her that right at that moment. Ruth defiantly took a swig of her beer.

"Enough drama," called Mary, "Show us the sausage!"

Malik looked at Deirdre for askance, and she gave him a tiny nod. With no attempt at showmanship, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and then pulled them down along with his boxers. His cock was quite average in size. It stood up, proud and straight, sticking maybe six inches from base to tip. His balls hung lower than Josh's had, and jiggled a little as he turned. His pubic hair was thick and curly. Ruth was a amazed. Though not as long as Josh's, it was still far longer and thicker than Brandon's weenie.

Deirdre looked at each of the women around the room, trying to decide what they were thinking. It was probably only the second one Ruth had ever seen, she concluded. Her glassy-eyed stare looked almost studious. Judy seemed more entertained than enthralled. Mary was probably just comparing it to Josh. Clara was probably lusting for it, she thought. Deirdre was starting to suspect that Clara had slept with Keisha's boyfriend. If she liked one black cock, she probably wanted another one. Kathy was probably plotting, Deirdre thought. It would be just like her to try to get Malik to fuck Clara. Well, that wasn't going to happen. Malik's cock was for her alone.

After everyone had had a good look, Malik put his cock away and said, "Your turn, Babe."

"Pull up the skirt and shake that ass for us, girl!" said Mary.

"How much have your had to drink, Mary?" asked Josh.

"Oh come on. I'm just having fun. Truth or Dare, D?"

Deirdre couldn't help laughing. Mary was hilarious and managed to be raunchy without being gross. "I'll take that dare," she smiled. With no preamble, Deirdre turned her back to the rest of the room, hiked her skirt up into its own waistband, and started shaking her ass. Josh managed to turn on a good song for shaking it. Deirdre was extremely proud of her tight legs and ass, the reward of thousands of lunges, squats, and jumps. She knew her man loved strong legs, and hers were amazing. Her panties were only a little wider than a thong, and did little to hide her gorgeous globes. She shook, swayed, rocked and thrusted as everyone hooted and whistled. She was working up a sweat, trying to be as entertaining as Judy and Chris had been. When Kathy said, "OK, that's been five minutes," it took Deirdre by surprise. The song wasn't even over.

"I had no idea I'd been going that long."

"Charlie, truth or dare?" asked Kathy, trying to move things along.

"Well, I mean Dare, of course," said Charlie.

"You said it earlier, Charlie. Let Clara bite you!" giggled Mary. She had been waiting for this. Everyone laughed. Clara smiled and was about to get up when Josh spoiled it for her.

"That sounds more like a dare for Clara," he said, "Supposing we have Charlie bite you instead?"

Mary turned and the two exchanged a look. "That could be fun," she said, "Be nice, Charlie. Don't leave any marks."

"Nothing permanent," joked Charlie as he stood up and approached Mary. Then seeing a warning look from Josh, he added, "Nothing that will show up tomorrow."

Mary wasn't sure what Charlie had in mind, so she stayed seated. He reached his hand out to her, so she took it, and he pulled her to her feet. With a gentle tug, he spun her a bit and stepped to the side, so that he was behind her and they were both facing everyone else. He placed his hands on both her shoulders and giving everyone a leer, and opened his mouth wide.

"Oh my god, he's going to drink her blood," announced Ruth, in case anyone else had missed his vampiric gesture. Instead, he took a small but firm nibble at the base of Mary's neck.

"Oh!" she said with a little surprise. He opened his mouth wider and took a bigger bite, firm, but not hard. "Oh!" cried Mary again as his lips closed over his teeth and he began to run his tongue over her skin. His hands left her shoulders and wandered up and down her arms. He sucked gently, careful not to leave any hickies as he nibbled his way up her neck, across the nape and then down the other side to her shoulder.

Mary was a little taken aback by how sexual this whole thing had turned. Up until this moment, Charlie had always just been Josh's cute friend. They joked around a lot, but never in a sexual kind of way. Now he had made her incredibly turned on and she wasn't sure what to think of that. She knew she liked the feelings. Her whole body was buzzing with pleasure, When Charlie let go and stepped back, she felt relieved, disappointed, and guilty.

"Oh wow!" was all she said for a moment. Then she turned her neck to Josh and asked, "He didn't leave any marks did he."

"Josh, truth or Dare?" asked Kathy.

The dares seemed to be escalating. Josh foolishly chose, "Truth"

Mary struck instantly. "Did that turn you on? What did you think of that?" she asked.

Josh was a little surprised by how far Charlie had taken it. He knew that Charlie had a way with women, but he'd never seen it in action before. He felt a little angry with himself for starting this whole thing. He also realized that his cock was erect, and it was pretty obvious. He couldn't really lie. "Yeah, it turned me on," he said honestly, "It made me jealous. It also made me wonder what it would be like to share you. I never thought of that before. I'm not sure I like it, even though it turns me on."

"I'm sorry," said Charlie, "I got a little carried away."

Josh laughed, "I sorta' dared you."

"I think Charlie can bite me any time," joked Kathy lamely. Somehow it sounded funnier in her head than spoken. The words hung lifeless in the air. Quickly trying to distract everyone she asked, "Judy, truth or dare?"

"Oh dare, for sure," said Judy.

"Do a backbend," suggested Chris. Judy shot him a dirty look.

"That's too easy," laughed Ruth.

"A backbend's not really easy," corrected Deirdre, "Not if you do it right."

"She's right," agreed Clara. Even Kathy nodded agreement.

Malik, was trying to stifle laughter, but couldn't help but let loose an involuntary laugh. His attempt to suppress it just made him let out a ridiculous, "Keheh heh," sound.

"What?" asked Deirdre, confused. No one had said anything funny.

Malik just held up his hand and waved his finger for a moment as he tried to regain control of his breathing. Everyone stared at him. Finally he took a deep breath and said, "It's easy for Ruth."

Deirdre had a completely confused expression on her face. She looked at Malik like he had lost his mind. Suddenly, you could see the lightbulb going off in her brain. "Wait," she said, incredulously, "Is this Ruth from your gymnastics team?" She looked over at Ruth in her oversized sweater and baggy skirt giggling drunkenly and tried to imagine her as the promising new gymnast Malik and his friends had been talking about. It was a difficult circle to square.

Deirdre look a long appraising look at Ruth. Malik has praised her focus. Much of the sport is mental, and the Ruth he had talked about never lost her concentration. The woman sitting opposite her was a mess. Two drinks, and she was losing it. He had also praised her muscles, especially her legs. Jealously, Deirdre had demanded if she was sexy, and he had laughed in her face. Deirdre had nothing to worry about, he assured her. The little white girl was strong, yes, but not in a sexy way. The Ruth in front of her certainly had quite a cute face.

Now Deirdre imagined Ruth leaning over a beam to stretch. Would she be sexy? She imagined Malik bending Ruth over and penetrating her from behind. The image was infuriating, but strangely arousing. The idea of her man dominating this little girl made her knees feel weak.

"She's the only Ruth I know," said Malik, oblivious to her thoughts.

"So what is my dare?"asked Judy, "If that's too easy..."

"No, do the backbend," Kathy decided, "A dare doesn't have to be hard, and no one else said anything."

Judy got up and moved a few chairs out of the way near the doorway. It was the biggest open space in the room. She did a few stretches and took some deep breaths. Then tightened her muscles and started to lean backward while thrusting her hips forward. Her thin dress pulled tighter over her chest and it was clear that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were small but firm and the nipples were clearly visible through the colorful fabric. She leaned further backward, her arms now behind her, her hair hanging down almost as far as her hands. Her earrings flopped upside down. Finally, she dropped down to her hands.

"That's good," encouraged Clara, "but bring your butt up a bit more." Judy tried, but she was already getting tired.

"Has it been a minute yet?" she groaned.

"Oh, you don't have to hold it for a minute," said Chris, "Come down whenever you're ready."

Judy widened her stance a bit, tried to turn sideways, and then sort of flopped onto the ground. "I'm not very good at it yet," she confessed, "My yoga class only just started doing them."

"You did great," said Ruth, "I'm sorry. It's not that easy. I don't know why I said that. I think I was showing off. Not very nice of me." She frowned.

Judy smiled. She wasn't upset with Ruth. "Truth or Dare, Chris?" she asked.

"I always do my Dares," Chris said for the second time.

"Make out with Ruth," said Judy. She actually enjoyed seeing Chris with other women, and she thought that it would be good for Ruth.

A wave of jealousy came over Brandon. He didn't want to see Ruth kissing another man. "Ruth," he said, "I think we should leave."

"We're just having some fun," complained Ruth.

"I think you're pretty drunk. I think we should go before we do something we regret," he lectured. He was now talking directly to Ruth as if no one else was there.

Ruth was furious with him and let him have it, "What you mean is that you think what's good for the goose isn't good for the gander. It's fine for you to suck some tramp's nipples, but I can't kiss a hot guy? If you want to leave, go ahead and leave." Ruth's face was red with rage.

Thoroughly humiliated, Brandon picked up his jacket, put it on and slouched to the door. As he opened it, a wave of dance music blared into the room. He had a sense that everyone in the room was going to regret it if they didn't leave. He already regretted having been there. He turned back to Ruth one more time and said, "We should go."

"I'm going to stay and play with my friends," she replied. The door shut. The music dropped away. Brandon was gone.

Charlie, in his typical fashion decided to deflect the mood. "Those doors are a really good sound block," he commented, "good thing to know if I pledge here. It can get pretty loud."

"He's pretty controlling," said Judy, gently, "negative energy. You're better off without him. That's two assholes gone now. Are you going to make out with my boyfriend, or take another drink?"

"Just a second," Ruth said, waving her off for a moment. Then she turned to Kathy and said, "Sorry. It was about him, not you. I didn't mean to call you a tramp."

Kathy smiled and started to say something comforting, but before the words came out, Clara said, "Oh,don't worry. She is." Kathy turned and gave Clara a death stare. Her face was so etched with hate that even though she had expected it, Clara was a little taken aback.

Oblivious to the loathing she had just witnessed, Ruth turned back to Judy. "I've only ever kissed one boy before," she said, "and I think it's time I forget about him." She got up and straddled Chris's lap, the same way she had seen Kathy straddle Brandon a little while ago.

Chris was just over six foot two, and Ruth was a full foot shorter than him. She had to raise herself up, pushing her feet against his chair, and he had to crane his head down a bit. It was awkward at first. Then Chris wrapped his arms around her and pulled her further up. Their bodies were pressed up against each other as their lips finally met.

Ruth was really a novice. She didn't know what to do with her hands. She didn't know if she was supposed to give a chaste kiss or to try to French him. She wasn't even sure if making out was just kissing of if they were supposed to do something else. A part of her wanted to let Chris lead, but a part of her was tired of just being a passive girlfriend who did what she was supposed to.

After a few seconds of gentle kisses, Ruth suddenly put her hands behind Chris's head and pulled him forward a bit as she opened her mouth and probed at him with her tongue. Chris took the hint, and in a moment they were kissing deeply, their tongues twisting around each other and exploring each others mouths. Chris was a much better kisser than Brandon, Ruth realized. He responded to her instead of just pushing at her.

Chris was enjoying discovering Ruth. She seemed full of surprises. He had expected a minute of dry virginal lip kissing, but she was attacking him with a hunger that he hadn't expected. He ran his hands along her back and was pleased with what he felt. Her baggy sweater made her look plump, like a girl who had put on the freshman fifteen and would never take it off again, but he could feel that underneath, she was thin and taut, and lithe. He couldn't help but reach down to grab her ass, and was surprised again. Her ass was big, but there wasn't a hint of fat there. There was nothing but solid muscle. Ruth didn't seem to mind his feeling her up at all, so he reached up to heft her boob. There wasn't much there. Her breasts were flat and tiny, even on such a small girl, though her nipple felt perfectly normal. She shivered as he gently ran his finger over it.. He pulled her forward so their crotches touched. Ruth realized that she could feel his penis pressing against her, hard and erect. It made her nervous.

"OK, get a room," said Mary, bringing laughter from everyone in the room, "That's been five minutes."

Ruth climbed off of Chris's lap and moved slowly back toward her chair. Her cheeks were flushed and her breathing deep. She stood there silently for a few moments with all eyes on her.

Finally Mary piped up, "So, was he a better kisser than Brandon?"

"Who's Brandon?" asked Ruth.

"Nice one, girl. You gotta cut loose!" Mary cheered.

Instead of sitting down, Ruth walked over to the bathroom. Josh's suite was big enough to have its own bathroom, which was nice. She peed, washed her hands, and then stood looking in the mirror for a moment or two. She splashed some cool water on her face. Her cheeks felt strangely numb. She wasn't dizzy, but her senses felt a little fuzzy. I must be buzzed, she thought. Am I OK? Yes. I think I'm better off without Brandon. I'm having a good time. It felt really good to have Chris feel me up. It's been nice to be a little crazy, but I'd better be careful not to get too carried away. Go with the flow. These are my friends, she decided, they won't let me do anything I regret.

By the time she came out, there was a little line at the door. It seemed that everyone thought she had a good idea using the bathroom. Their game was paused. The rest of their beer had been poured out, and everyone was either waiting for their turn at the bathroom or just chatting.

Deirdre was very curious about Ruth, so the two of them talked. Ruth learned that Deirdre had gone to a large high school, that she and Malik had been dating since they were both sixteen, and that they planned to get married one day. She said she used to do gymnastics -- that was how they met -- but that cheerleading was more her thing. She had sung in her church choir and one of her choir mates suggested that she try out for cheerleading. She had the build for it and could cheer loud.

Deirdre found out that Ruth went to a small rural high school that didn't have a dedicated gymnastics coach, just a football coach who did gymnastics during the off-season. "One day after football practice, he suggested that I try out for gymnastics too," she explained.

"Wait," Deirdre cut in, "you played FOOTBALL?" Even if a girl could play football, the idea that Ruth would be the one seemed impossible. Deirdre knew football players who must have been nearly three times her weight.

Ruth laughed, "No, not really. I did punting and place kicking. We were a really small school, so the coach was happy not to waste anyone else doing it. I have strong legs from doing Ballet." Ruth explained that she had been doing Ballet dancing since she was a little girl. So she just tried out gymnastics on her coach's advice and had excelled at it. Even though she got to quite a late start, she was good enough to compete. Most of the rest of her free time was spent in church groups and doing charity work.

"Wait, you do gymnastics AND ballet? Have you ever thought about trying out for cheer? A lot of what we do is pretty much dancing and tumbling."

"No," demurred Ruth, "cheerleading is for the pretty girls like you. I'm just a muffin face."

In that moment, Deirdre realized that she really liked Ruth. The girl might be a little rough around the edges, but she was really gentle and had no ego at all. She might have no clue about life, but at her core, she was a good person.

"I don't know what you're talking about. You're pretty," she said, "but we need to work on your fashion sense."

By this point the break was over, and it was time to continue the game. Everyone was back where they had started except for Mary and Josh, who had traded places. Kathy stood up and said, "I think it's time we take this game to the next level." She gave a long pause to gauge the room and to give everyone a reason to get more excited. "No more truths. From now on everyone gets a dare. And one more thing," she paused again, "Everyone lose the clothes. From now on we'll do the whole thing naked."

"Hold on," said Clara, "why the escalation?"

"Truths are no fun," said Kathy contemptuously, "You should know that by now." She smiled sweetly, but with just the faintest hint of a sneer. The two locked eyes again, and bit by bit, Kathy's smile faded away. Instead, they glared at each other with rancor so palpable everyone in the room could feel it coming off in waves.

Well, everyone except Ruth, who seemed blissfully ignorant of the battle of wills the two cheerleaders were fighting. "OK, but why do we have to take off our clothes?" she wondered.

Kathy tore her eyes away from Clara and answered with saccharin sweetness, "Oh sweetie, I'm just saving time. Once it's all dares, the clothes WILL come off."

Ruth thought about that for a few moments. She had often been in front of dozens or even hundreds of people in skin-tight tights and leotards that left little to the imagination, but this was different. Was this really what she wanted? She considered sex and by extension nudity be be very personal. Should she end the game and leave now? No. She realized that she had known what was going to happen when she didn't walk out with Brandon. Kathy, Malik, and Josh had each stripped off some of their clothes. She knew that sooner or later she would have to as well. She couldn't drink many more shots. Eventually, she would have to expose herself. She had known it, yet she had stayed. Her mind was made up when she didn't leave. She did resolve, though, not to have any sex. This was just a game, not something to lose her virginity for. With that guideline firmly in place, she started pulling off her sweater.