Dare. Shane replied quickly.

Wild child! Alice shouted as she lowered her lips to Shanes ear, brushing aside whisps of hair. So anyway your dare is….

Shane laughed and looked at Alice, taking a long swig from her friends bottle before nodding in agreement. Jordy watched the two, unable to figure out what sort of word exchange had just happened, all she knew was that it was going to be good.

Alice nodded to the woman behind the mixing board who winked and gave a quick thumbs up. As if it were magic, the music faded and a soft gentle voice coaxed everyone and anyone to join the karaoke, prizes would be awarded to best singers. Bette, Shane and Alice hid their hands under the table, Jordy rose hers but Alice quickly treated it with a slap. Alice pleaded silently with Jordy, forcing her to accept the ideal that she wouldnt be winning.

Bette you should totally do it. Alice nodded, looking to Shane who nodded in agreement, slipping her hands into her lap.

Who are you kidding? Do you want this place to go deaf. Bette laughed and instantly felt the sensation of a hand rolling up her thigh, it didnt stop, in fact, it continued until it reached the divider between denim and silky panties. The zipper. The stealthy fingers were unstoppable, tugging at the zippers tongue until the teeth split, smiling as a hand slipped into the residence. Bette coughed nervously, feeling the hand as it traced gentle circles around her *****, the gentle touch of silk on slicked skin was arousing, and Bette struggled to keep her composure.

Shanes hand didnt stop, it tucked into the side of the panties, her fingers already coated in a fresh layer of wetness as they teased gently along soft, silky folds. Bettes knuckles turned white as she gripped the arms of her chair, trying to remain focused on the DJ who was heading through the crowd; directly towards an oh-so-happy Bette Porter. Brown pools grew as the woman came closer, stopping directly in front of her table.

You look like the singing type, why dont you come up and join us? The woman asked into the microphone, extending it towards Bette.

No, thanks. She said quickly, nervously as the speedy fingers plunged into her center, first 2, then 3… She almost choked, trying to conceal her screams that pressed in the back of her throat.

Aw Cmon, cat got your tongue? The woman asked, smirking as she watched Bettes expressions. What is your name?

Bette Porter. She yelped as the fingers found her weak spot, pinching it lightly and rubbing the hardened nub between finger pads.

Ladies I give you Bette Porter. Bette watched the womans face fall into a smirk as she forced the mic in front of Bettes lips.

Bette felt flushed, but drained at the same time. She felt the pressure rising within her, like a balloon ready to pop and release shouts, tremors and yelps of pure ecstacy with one more touch. She glanced over at Shane, who was sitting smugly paying absolutely no attention to the woman before them. Alice was hysterically laughing, and suddenly, everything fit.

No, please. Bette warned as the quick fingers speedily found themselves in and out, in and out until Bette couldnt take it anymore. She pushed the mic away, sending Alice onto the floor where she rolled about in laughter. The hypothetical balloon popped and Bettes body shook, her hands grasping the arm rests for good measure. She glanced at Shane with smiling brown eyes, biting her lips as she forced the screams back into her stomach, back into the depths of her overall being where they waited to be released again.

Couldnt you wait until we got home? Bette panted into Shanes ear, licking about the lobe gently.

A dare is a dare, but Ive got plenty more where that came from. Shane smiled, skillful fingers closing the iron jaws of the zipper before gently patting the crotch of Bettes pants.

Dana had finally returned from her woman, the front of her shirt soaked through with amber liquid, Damn it, Bette. You ruined my favorite shirt, won karaoke and made that womans eye contact fall a bit lower. She dabbed at her shirt, until she noticed the laughter that errupted from Alice, who still sat on the floor like a child, unable to breathe through each burst of giggling. What? Dana looked around, confused. What the ***** did I miss?

Bette smiled and shook her head,Nothing Fairbanks, just a fun game of truth or dare.

TBC…