Page 47 of Dare To Break

The dare had been clear.

I continue until I recognize the outline of the cemetery. Ears straining, I listen closely for any sign I’m not alone, but the only thing I can hear is the wind rustling in the trees.

I stop beside the bench. My nipples are already hard, straining against the fabric of my bra. I check my phone again.

Midnight.

Is whoever set the dare out there? Are they watching me? They have to be.

A splinter of fear blooms inside me, tangled with a strange reckless elation that only multiples the longer I stand there.

I want to be watched. To be seen.

In all the dark little fantasies I’ve had, I’ve secretly craved this, although I’ve never been brave enough to admit it out loud. Does this desire make me bad or good? This is my chance to find out.

The thoughts dissipate in my head as a dozen butterflies take off in my stomach.

Fingering the bottom of my t-shirt, I tug it up, baring my midriff to the cold night air. All I can hear is my thumping pulse and the shallow breaths I gulp down.

This doesn’t feel real. Maybe I’m just dreaming. The sense of unreality grows.

Higher and higher, I raise my top until the bottom of my white cotton bra can be seen. Pausing, I listen closely again.

Nothing.

Dizzy with adrenaline, I inch my t-shirt up further. My breasts feel heavy and sensitive, and I moan. I’m careful to make a show of bringing the hem right up until my bra is exposed, then I free my arms one at a time, and hook the material over my head.

Leaving my t-shirt draped on the bench, I stand there in nothing but my bra and shorts.

They want to play games, but I can play them too.

I reach around behind me and unhook my bra. Covering my breasts with my left forearm, I shrug out of the strap on my right. Next, I repeat the actions. This time my right forearm hides my chest while the other strap drops free. Keeping myself shielded, I toss the bra onto the bench in silent challenge.

The dare is complete.

I remain still, a sense of euphoric victory filling every cell in my body. A grin spreads over my face, and I snatch up my t-shirt and struggle into it. I’m careful to protect my breasts from view until I’m covered again. Twirling in a circle, I search for any sign, a movement.

A twig breaks.

I stop breathing.

The seductive sense of unreality snaps.

Someone is out there.

My legs move before my brain kicks in, and I take off through the trees, bolting in the direction of the school like a frightened deer.

Chapter 30

Eli

I replay both the videos side by side. One on my cell, the other on Kellan’s.

“There. Look.” I pause both and enlarge the images. “She’s looking around. She wants someone to be out there, watching her.”

“Then why did she cover herself?” Kellan hits play on my video, and we both watch as she pulls on her t-shirt before removing her arm from her breasts.

“Because she’s not ready to admit she wants to be seen. She does, though. It’s not that cold. But you can see her nipples through her shirt. Look how fucking hard they are.” I zoom in again, and my tongue licks over my bottom lip.

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