“Truth”.
“OK, what’s your bra size?” Brad says.
“That’s not G rated,” I groan. “You must have really gotten an eyeful when I took my shower.”
“Hey, that’s an easy question!” Brad exclaims.
“Yeah well I’m not answering that. As you can see they are huge. Trust me it’s a curse.”
“I can imagine” Brad says smirking a little. “Besides I already know. I read your tag years ago.”
“You’re a naughty boy.” I said shaking my finger at him.
“I know, it’s a curse.” He replies.
“Truth or Dare” I ask Brad quickly trying to ignore his innuendo.
I’ll take another Dare” he said confidently.
Looking around the tent, I finally say to Brad “I dare you to hold your hands in the cooler water for…. 3 minutes.”
“That’s a good one,” Brad says as he gets up and leans over the cooler plunging his hands in. “Are you counting? Look at my Pod for the time.”
“Is it starting to burn?” I ask teasing.
“Nope, I can barely feel it.” Brad responds trying to look at ease.
The three minute mark was nearing and leaning over I tickle him a little, trying to get him to jerk his hands out.
“Times up! Wow, that’s cold.” I comment while touching his hands.
Brad quickly says “I dare you to let me touch you with my hands for 1 minute.”
“That’s easy. OK”
“Close your eyes and you cant’ jump.” .
I feel both hands on the sides of my neck for a few seconds.
He then releases them and I suddenly feel them on the outsides of my thighs. I flinch as he rubs on the outside of my bare skin to the top of my thighs and then his hands went slowly under my shirt to both sides of my waist. Nothing in appropriate but I was still self conscious, my small roll of fat could be felt. His hands went smoothly over my skin allowing the temperature change to soak in.
He finally realizes I wasn’t going to balk and finishes by using the outside of his hands on my face.
“Good job, that warmed my hands up.”
“Truth” Brad says ,keeping the momentum of the game going.
“Tell me about the most embarrassing moment you can remember.” I already had this question ready.
Brad thought a little and said, “Remember you asked. I guess it would be when Ms. Petersen our neighbor checked in on me that summer you and dad went to Europe.”
Brad starts laughing a little. “I was so mad you guys wouldn’t let me stay by myself. Anyway, I was in my bedroom one night and she walked in on me.”
“What’s so embarrassing about that?”
Brad looks at me and smiles; “well I was exploring myself, so to speak,” he says laughing and taking a drink.
I just look at him; “Mrs. Petersen caught you masturbating?”
Brad just shakes his head.
“What did you do? What’d she say?” I rattled off the questions not waiting for answers.
“Well I covered up and she walked out and said excuse me.”
“Did she ever say anything else?”
“Well not then…”
“What did she say, when?”
“Nope, you said it had to be G rated, plus that’s more than one question. It’s your turn, truth or dare?” Brad says ending the discussion.
“I’ll drink this time.” I said picking up the bottle.
“Nope, I get to pour”. Brad motions with the bottle for me to open up.