Dared to be Fúcked Part 2

The circle tightened, every face turned toward her. Lena’s pulse thudded in her ears.

“Truth or dare?” someone called out.

Her mouth went dry. She could say truth. She could avoid it but the crowd wasn’t waiting.

“Dare! Dare! Dare!” the chant rose louder and louder, stomping on the floor.

Lena’s eyes flicked to Dora. Her friend was grinning, cheeks pink, clearly enjoying the chaos. The look in her eyes said it all don’t you dare chicken out now.

Lena swallowed, heat crawling up her neck. “Dare.”

The crowd erupted. Whistles, clapping, a few people already holding up their phones.

The guy across the circle leaned forward with a wide smirk on his face.

“Kiss your friend”

“What'' Lena could not help but say”

The noise exploded. Shouts. Laughter. Some screamed Dora’s name, others chanted Lena’s. The beat of the music barely cut through the roar.

Lena froze, her entire body went hot. Dora’s eyebrows shot up, then she laughed nervously and shook her head.

“It’s just a kiss Lena” Dora murmured leaning closer. Her breath brushed Lena’s ear, her voice teasing.

“Come on Lena, you can do this. They’ll eat you alive if you back out now.”

The chant grew. “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

Lena’s heart hammered. The faces blurred. All she could see was Dora in front of her, lips shiny from the drink, eyes sparkling.

Her palms were sweating. She leaned in, barely brushing Dora’s mouth. Quick. Harmless.

The room booed instantly.

“Not accepted!” “Do it right!”

Before Lena could pull away, Dora’s hand cupped her cheek and tugged her back. Her lips pressed harder. Softer. Warmer.

Lena’s chest heaved. Dora tilted her head, deepening the kiss. Her tongue flicked against Lena’s lips, teasing them apart, sliding in.

Lena gasped and Dora’s tongue pushed deeper.

The circle went wild. Shouting. Screaming. Phones raised high. Someone banged a beer can against the floor in rhythm.

Lena’s head spun. Dora’s mouth tasted more of lime and vodka, wet and messy. The kiss was sloppy, too long, too real. Heat coiled in her belly. Her thighs squeezed tight together. A soft moan slipped out before she could stop it from coming out.

The noise around them blurred into chaos. Hands clapped. Someone shouted,

“Grab her tits!” The chant grew louder, dirty, relentless.

When Dora finally pulled back, her lips were swollen, wet. She laughed, not looking embarrassed, her eyes lingered on Lena’s face trying to read her expression.

Lena looked down, cheeks burning, her pulse frantic. Her body betrayed her, she was wet, throbbing, her chest tight with something she didn’t want to admit.

Across the room, leaning against the wall, a man in a black hoodie and mask was watching them. He didn’t cheer. He didn’t laugh either . His eyes stayed locked on Lena steady and unreadable.

The chant didn’t die when they pulled apart. If anything, it got louder.

“Kiss again!”

“Grab her tits!”

“Make it real this time!”

The circle pounded on the floor, the noise vibrating through Lena’s chest. She tried to sit back but Dora only grinned at the crowd, then turned back to her.

“Sorry, babe” Dora whispered, her voice low but teasing.

“They’re not going to let us off that easy.”

Before Lena could try to stop her or even as much as react, Dora’s hands slid up her sides, fingers brushing under the hem of her top until they closed over her breasts.

Lena gasped.

The crowd roared.

Dora squeezed, her thumbs flicking over Lena’s nipples through the thin fabric. “Mmm,” she teased, loud enough for the circle to hear.

“She’s got perfect tits, doesn’t she?”

Whistles. Clapping.

Lena tried to shake her head, cheeks flaming but Dora caught her chin and kissed her again messier, deeper, tongue plunging past her lips.

Lena whimpered against her mouth. What was going on, she thought.

Dora pinched her nipples, rolling them between her fingers, making her arch forward with a sharp cry that melted into the kiss.

Phones were out, flashes going.

The circle screamed. “Take it off! Take it off!”

Dora broke the kiss, her lips wet, her eyes wicked. She tugged at the neckline of Lena’s top, pulling it low enough to show cleavage and to tease the little crowd that was watching them , then shoved Lena’s breasts up higher with both hands.

“Look at these” Dora purred to the crowd. “She’s shy but she loves it.”

Lena’s breath came out shaky, her thighs squeezing together under the heat of dozens of eyes.

“Dora, please stop” she whispered but Dora only laughed and kissed her again, harder, sucking on her bottom lip until Lena moaned.

The crowd was eating it alive, stomping, cheering. A chant started again.

“Tits out! Tits out!”

Dora’s fingers slid under Lena’s bra, pinching her bare nipple this time. Lena jolted, gasping into Dora’s mouth as her back arched helplessly.

Her moan was loud, desperate. The room exploded with noise.

Dora grinned against her lips, murmuring,

“Yeah… seems like she likes it.”

Lena’s eyes fluttered shut, she could not fight it any longer. Heat rushed through her, her panties damp, her body trembling while Dora played with her tits in front of everyone.

And across the room, the man in the black hoodie hadn’t still moved. His stare was steady, hungry, locked on her like he was already planning what he’d do to her next.