Page 5 of The Dare

Dinner lasted for hours, and there was so much socializing that I should have been exhausted by the time I headed to the bedroom. But I still wanted to have quality time with Olivia and Jenna.

The weekend would fly by quickly, and I didn’t want to miss out on the chance to reconnect with my best friends. We settled on the plush rug on the floor in front of my bed, sipping wine coolers and sitting with our legs crossed as we played Truth or Dare. It was a little childish, sure, but we weren’t ready to go to sleep yet.

“Truth,” Olivia said. We’d been playing for about twenty minutes, trying to keep our laughter subdued because the rest of the house was quiet, everyone else asleep. Olivia and I had chosen truth for the first two rounds, a little too scared to be dared to do something embarrassing.

Jenna was the brave one and had so far been dared to send a steamy text to her ex and drink hot sauce for five seconds, which I snuck downstairs to get. She was a good sport about it, but now, her grin was predatory as she focused on Olivia.

“Okay, if you want to stick with truth, we’re going to get real. Tell us what happened with Trevor and Jay on prom night.”

Olivia bit her bottom lip, hesitating. We’d wondered about this for two years. Senior year of high school, Olivia went to prom with Trevor, her handsome date. But there was another guy in our class, Jay, who went to the prom alone. Jay was good friends with Trevor and hung around them the whole night. When the three of them skipped the after-party, Jenna and I were surprised and curious about what they all did that night. Olivia blushed every time we asked, but she never told us anything. We didn’t have many secrets from each other, so Jenna and I were dying to know what she was hiding.

“God,” she groaned, tossing her head back and looking up at the ceiling as if silently praying for some kind of way to get out of answering. But we took the rules of the game seriously. “I should’ve known you’d ask about that.”

“Answer, bitch,” Jenna commanded with a grin.

Jenna was twenty-one, a year older than Olivia and me, so she could buy alcohol and had brought along some wine coolers. I finished my first one while I waited to finally hear this story. Olivia needed a moment to gather her courage, and when she spoke, she didn’t meet our eyes.

“I was planning to go to the after-party with Trevor,” Olivia said. “But he insisted we give Jay a ride home. He was in the back seat, and I was a little annoyed that it felt like he was crashing our date. But then, we got to his house…”

“What happened?” Jenna asked eagerly.

Olivia hesitated, which had to mean she was embarrassed. She knew she didn’t have to worry about spilling her secret with us. No matter what she told us, it would never leave this room. We were all loyal to each other.

“Before he got out of the car, Jay leaned forward between the front seats of the car and said he wanted to thank me for letting him hang out with us at prom. He kissed me.”

My eyes widened. “Right in front of Trevor? Was he pissed?”

“No, because he kissed me, too. Then, both of their hands were on me, and the next thing I knew, I was being led into Jay’s house. I guess his parents were out of town because I was told I didn’t have to worry about being quiet.”

Jenna’s smile was wicked. “Why? Were you making a lot of noise? Moaning and screaming?”

Olivia’s blush turned her pale cheeks a deep red color.

“Oh, come on,” I said, nudging her arm playfully. “You can’t tell us you had a threesome and then act all shy about it.”

“Yeah, if I fucked two guys at once, I’d brag about that every day for like a year,” Jenna said, making us both laugh.

“I didn’t fuck them,” Olivia said. “They just both…pleasured me. You know, with their mouths and hands.”

“Lucky bitch,” Jenna said, popping open a second wine cooler for me and handing it over. “Your turn, Molly. Truth or dare?”

“Uh…truth.”

Jenna scoffed. “You two are driving me nuts.”

“I’ve got one,” Olivia said. “Tell us about the two guys you’ve slept with in college. Which one was better?”

I felt a shiver run down my spine at the mention of the murdered men, but I tried to hide my reaction. As tragic as it was that they were killed, it would bring down the mood if I refused to compare them just because of what happened to them. I slept with them both months before they died, anyway.

“I don’t know,” I said, thinking about those encounters. I’d spent one night with each guy, each time in their rooms at the frat house during a wild party. “Neither one was great, honestly.”

“Wait a minute,” Jenna said, pinning me with a serious look. “Are you saying that they didn’t get you off?”

Now, I was embarrassed. “Well…the first guy, Mark, was pretty drunk. He fumbled around a lot and didn’t last long. The second one, Brian, was a little better. I mean, he didn’t struggle to get it in like Mark did, but he… Well, he was small.”

“So, neither of them got the job done?”

“I think I might have with Mark right at the end?—”

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