Chapter 1: Remembering the “Good Old Days”

Anyone wanting a clear demonstration of the differences between girls and boys need only watch a REAL game of Truth or Dare. If it’s all young teenage girls, I’d bet 98% of the time all they do is giggle, talk a little naughty, and blush - a LOT. If it’s all boys, well it doesn’t matter because I’ve never heard of a group of guys playing the game without any girls. The only time guys want to play is when they have hopes for an opportunity something sexual will happen between them and the girls, or at least between the girls. No doubt this “hope” was based on watching too much Internet porn.

In stark contrast, in my experience girls use Truth or Dare more as a social game, providing a setting where they can rationalize themselves saying and doing things which would be way too embarrassing otherwise. It provides an opportunity for them to ask questions about things they’re curious about but are too shy to just come right out and say it. Sorry guys, but I can’t remember a single time playing Truth or Dare with my friends where anything serious happened between two girls other than a tentative kiss or VERY brief touching, followed immediately by tons of giggles and mutual embarrassment. I hate to burst the bubble of all the American Pie enthusiasts, but that’s the straight dope about Truth or Dare. Most people I’ve talked to about it have similar memories (when they’re being honest) although I’m sure a few had more risqué experiences.

As I got older, the need for games like Truth or Dare faded away when my friends and I started having sex with our boyfriends (and girlfriends in a couple of cases). Thus talking openly about sex no longer seemed “naughty” or embarrassing. Now that I was fifteen and a sophomore in high school, my last Truth or Dare game was behind me - or so I thought. Then one day I was having lunch with my best friend Beth at school when out of the blue she brought the subject up...

“Hey Kelly, do you remember the last time we played Truth or Dare?” She asked innocently, like she was asking about the weather forecast.

She caught me off guard and I didn’t know what to say at first. Like where did THAT question come from out of nowhere? I looked at her with eyebrows raised, wondering what was going on considering we’d just been discussing the upcoming Thanksgiving break, nothing to do with sex or even being naughty. Even so, I couldn’t help but grin as the memories came flooding back and played in my head.

“Oh, you mean the time we made poor Nancy kiss you?” I teased her.

Beth practically spit out her food as she laughed. “Yeah, I thought she was going to die of embarrassment. Poor girl, she was always so shy about that sort of thing.”

Left unsaid was we both knew Nancy was now a full-blown lesbian ... How things can change in a couple of years!

“OK, so what about it?” I asked, getting her back on track. Beth was my best friend but sometimes she could be so annoying, going down one path and then swerving off.

“Well, you know Bill, don’t you?” She asked, her eyes twinkling and I knew something was up.

Actually, all I really knew about Bill was that he was some senior that Beth had been dating lately - and screwing as often as possible as well, at least from what she’d told me. “Oh yeah, the guy with the big dick, right?” I teased her. It was just a shot in the dark as I had no clue how well-endowed he was. Knowing Beth though, he was probably good-sized as she had a penchant for guys with large cocks. I used to tease her that it was too bad we hardly had any black guys at our school. (Please ... I was just teasing her - don’t send me e-mails calling me a racist!)