"Shane," Lisa hissed, "relax damn it, we've been friends for years, why don't we play a game or something before you help me with my homework." She sighed, slowly rolling the tip of her tongue over the contour of her lips, licking them lightly with her saliva.

"What... What kind of game?" I asked, already feeling my cock coming to life in as images of what she really wanted from me began to flash like strobes of light through my highly perverted mind.

"Truth or Dare," she said, getting up from the floor as she sat back down at the head of her bed, rolling her hand flat against her comforter, wanting me to sit down next to her.

"Truth or Dare," I hissed, sitting down at the foot of her bed. "Well who'll go first?" I asked.

"Truth or Dare Shane?" she said, licking her lips once more, before brushing her long black strands of hair back across her shoulders allowing me to get a full view of her breasts and her ripe hardened nipples through her bra.

"Tr... Truth," I said, not yet ready for any kind of Dare she may have been thinking about.

"I know you like watching me practice soccer, I can feel you staring at me everything time your there, so I want to know Shane, do you have perverted thoughts of me? Do you want to taste every inch of my body with your tongue?" she asked.

"Yes," I said outright. Amazed with myself for being so bold, yet for a long time I had wanted to be a man and tell her how I felt about her, so much so that I didn't care what was to come next.

"I see," Lisa said, smiling slightly. "It's your turn." She said, raising her left eyebrow.

"Truth or dare Lisa," I said

"Truth of course," she purred, licking her lips once more.

"Do you think I'm attractive? Do you think I am hot enough for you to let me lick certain parts of your body?" I asked.

"Shane," Lisa said, laughing slightly, "you're the only guy friend I have that has ever been in my dorm room, and the only guy I have ever masturbated to while in the shower." She said. "Remember that time just after graduation where you were talking to me through my bathroom door as I took a shower?" she asked.

"Yeah... you forgot to put a towel on so I got to see a lot of you for a few seconds that morning." I hissed, images of that day running rampant through my head, heating me up.

"It wasn't an accident," Lisa sighed, "I was masturbating to you from the other side, I wanted you to see me naked." She said.

"Fuck... really?" I asked, licking my lips, "Still, though that doesn't really answer the current question," I smiled, being a little sarcastic, becoming more relaxed with her than ever before.

"Jesus," Lisa hissed, "You're what 5' 9", somewhat muscular with long blond hair, and damn handsome. You have seductive dark blue eyes, lips that beg to be devoured so how could you not be attractive, good-looking, and sexy enough for me to want to be with?" she asked. "Not to mention I use to spy on you from next door whenever you left your bedroom window open just to crack a nut." Lisa added, forcing me to slightly blush to her last comment.

"Now truth or dare Shane," Lisa said.

"Truth I guess," I said once more

"Why do you have a fucking hard on right now?" she asked outright.

"What," I gasped looking away, thinking I was hiding it fairly well.

"Your cock dummy, I can see how rock hard it is, why do you have a boner?" she asked again, "not to mention I could feel how think that cock was earlier today when you let me sit on your lap, you were hard as a rock then too," she added.

"I...I..." I gasped, unable to answer right off, only to hear her ask another question.

"Are you still a virgin?" she asked.

"What, that's two questions" I said, surprised by both as I tried to compose myself.

"Simple enough question," Lisa said, "Have you or have you not slammed that thick hard cock of yours up some lucky woman's pussy before?" she asked darkly.

"I... I haven't penetrated, but I don't consider myself a virgin either," I said, trying my best to sound somewhat experienced.

"What do you mean?" Lisa asked.

"Well I haven't had sex, sex, but I have gone down on a chick before, fact I love doing that a lot." I said as truthfully as I could.

"Truth or Dare Lisa?" I asked before she could ask another question or say another word.

"Truth," she said, gazing into my eyes.

"When was the last time your pussy got dripping wet for a man?" I asked, not expecting the answer I was given.

"Right now," Lisa hissed, "I've been wet for this guy that was watching me on the soccer filed earlier this afternoon and I haven't stopped yet," she sighed, gliding the tips of her fingers across her breasts.