A Snowed-in Christmas
Copyright© 2025 by DB86
Chapter 14
“Okay, truth or dare?” Karen asked when they were settled.
Bert laughed. “You’re so excited. You look like a kid who just got turned loose in Disneyland.”
“Answer the question.”
Another laugh. “Truth.”
“Lame,” Karen teased, but then she tapped her chin, looking up to the ceiling as she thought of a question. “Oh! I know.” She pointed her finger at his chest. “That one day that your sisters let me in, and I walked in on you in your bedroom, and you were all out of breath and naked, had you just finished a workout, and you were getting in the shower, or were you masturbating?”
His eyes went wide as saucers, and he barked out a laugh.
“I can’t believe you remember that.”
“Answer the question, mister.”
“Both.”
She arched a brow. “Both?”
“I had just worked out. And I was getting in the shower,” he said, smirking. “But I also might have had a little one-on-one time in between those two things.”
“I knew it!” She giggled. “You were so jumpy when I walked in. Also, no fair, you didn’t invite me to the party.” She stuck her bottom lip out in a pout.
Bert just laughed her off, taking a big drink of his nog.
“Your turn. Truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
He shook his head like he already knew. Then, after a long pause, he said, “I dare you to take a shot.”
“Easy peasy.”
“Of gin.”
At that, she grimaced. “Bert ... Are you trying to get me drunk?”
“Does that mean you’re using your pass?”
She narrowed her eyes. “Hell no! Pour the shot, big boy.”
He did, and Karen drank it, and promptly had to cover her mouth and squeeze her eyes shut to avoid puking. Once the terrible liquid had settled in her gut, she chased it with some water and a little eggnog before it was Bert’s turn again.
This time, he chose dare.
“I dare you to stick your bare ass to that window and hold it there for sixty seconds,” she said, pointing to the window on the other side of the Christmas tree. Sure, it was dark. And sure, no one lived close enough on either side of Bert’s cabin that anyone would see.
But she knew that window was freezing cold.
Bert groaned, looking up to the ceiling.
“You can pass,” she teased. “If you’re too chicken.”
“You wish,” he said, and then he hopped up off the floor, and without another ounce of hesitation, he yanked his sweatpants and boxers down in one strong pull.
“Bert!” Karen said, laughing as she shielded her eyes.
“Just doing my dare.”
Karen laughed again, shaking her head, as she peeked a little through the slits of her fingers as he walked away from her, watching each glorious muscle of his toned ass move with him.
When he got to the window, he turned to face her, using his hands to shield his member. “All right, you can look, you big baby.” He chuckled. “Not like you haven’t seen it before.”
Karen rolled her eyes once they were uncovered, and then with a deep breath, Bert leaned back until his ass was on the window.
He sucked in a breath, eyes shooting open wide. “Holy shit, that’s cold!”
She cackled, and that laughter stayed with her for the whole sixty seconds as he bounced a little, squeezing his eyes closed, cursing over and over, all the while holding his junk and pressing his ass against that window.
She may have counted slower than necessary, but once she hit sixty, he hopped back over to his pants and pulled them on quickly while she looked away, keeping her eyes on her eggnog, instead.
“That was just cruel,” he said when he was clothed again, standing and holding his butt toward the fire. “Laugh while you can, because I’m going to get you back. Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
Bert glared at Karen. “Now who’s chicken shit?”
She stuck her tongue out, sipping on her eggnog, while she waited for him to ask his question.
“All right,” he said, plopping down in front of her on the floor again. “How many people have you slept with?”
Karen’s jaw hinged open. She waited for him to make a comment, or laugh, but he just watched her unflinchingly, waiting.
Karen could have used her skip. Part of her wanted to use her skip. But she had no idea what the rest of this game would hold, and she had a feeling she should hold onto those passes for something worse.
She swallowed. “Two. You and my husband. I had lots of offers when I was traveling, but I was never into casual sex.”
Bert’s forest eyes held hers until she could no longer stand the way he stared at her, the way he was looking through her answer like there was something more behind it.
Karen cleared my throat. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” he croaked out. “And just in case you’re wondering, it’s one for me.”
Her heart thumped hard in her chest at his admission, at the truth he answered that she didn’t ask, but had wanted so desperately to know.
She tore her eyes from Bert’s and looked at the fire, instead. For some inexplicable reason, Bert had remained faithful to her memory.
“I was never into casual sex, either. Besides, you know you can’t keep secrets for long in Middletown. I didn’t want people talking about me in that way.”
Karen nodded slowly.
And so, the game went on.
He dared her to shake her booty when a fast song came on the radio. She dared him to sing and dance ‘All I Want for Christmas is You’. Bert didn’t know the lyrics well, so he made up his own, and they were hilarious.
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