Chapter 2: Playing Dress Up

A couple of days passed before Talia wore her bracelet again. She had exchanged a couple of emails with her new writing partner, giving them details, and even told Peter she was doing so. She had started wanting there to be no more secrets between them, hoping to avoid a crash-and-burn like the time before. Again and again, she would read what they wrote, considering their suggestions and thinking about ways to incorporate their dares into what she might do or suggest to Peter. She still wasn’t sure about that side of things. She spent a lot of time trying to figure out which, if any, of these dares really could be done with the way things were.

Saturday had been a quiet morning, Talia sleeping late, but when she had slid her bracelet on after breakfast, knowing Peter would eventually notice, she hoped that more games might be afoot. She had not found any more of Mason’s that seemed doable, but his suggestions did keep her imagination going, and she could feel how pent up she was. She really hoped Peter was getting better and reading her obvious (the bracelet) and not-so-obvious signals.

Peter had not waited too long, hoping that Talia was not already following a dare, before he spoke up. “Since you don’t seem to be in the middle of something, I have an idea for you,” he said, popping his head into her room, watching her typing away on her laptop.

Talia nodded. Of course, the bracelet was the real indication that she was in a game-playing sort of mind.

“Since you told me you wrote all about what had happened before, and you know that I read it too, I want you to come sit on the couch and reread your story - skipping to the parts you love the most if you want. But here’s the dare. If you make a peep, you have to take something off, like the other day during the basketball game. But you are not stopping at your panties this time. And I think buttons can count too, like before. That can draw it out ... assuming you are going to enjoy it as much as I think you are.”

Now, on the one hand, Talia knew she could easily be stubborn and not say a word, but she also knew, before she even agreed to the dare, that she would not. Be stubborn. She wanted to enjoy herself. She wanted an excuse to be looked at. And she loved that he had come up with something that would give her what she wanted. Talia knew she would let herself enjoy the story, and make a noise as often as she dared ... until perhaps she could not help it anymore.

So Talia said ok, went out to the couch, flipped open her laptop, went to her story library, and began reading ‘The Dare’ for what was probably the twentieth time. She was getting engrossed, finding the spot she wanted to read the most, when she heard Peter interrupt her thoughts.

“You are humming. That counts.”

Talia had not even realized it, but true to the letter of the dare, it did count. So she undid a couple of buttons, since she had probably made more than one noise, and felt that delicious tingle that she always felt when she was playing a game or doing a little dare. It was the simplest of things, undoing a button. But doing it, because she was dared to do it, just made it so ... so ... something. She didn’t know what to call it, but it made it delicious and fun.

That seemed to get her going, faster and quicker than the story alone would have, and before much longer she felt like moaning a little as a pulse raced through her hidden sex. She knew she could play this off and be stubbornly quiet, but she knew she wanted this game as much as Peter did. Besides, having someone look at her was so deliciously naughty. She knew part of it was that she felt completely safe with Peter, safe to be daring, to be a little bit naughty.

So another button, and another soon followed, until it was time for her shirt. Talia knew she could switch to her jeans, but she wanted something more first. As she took it off, her shoulders coming free, followed by the rest of her, he spoke up again.

“Oh, and bring me each piece as you take it off. Just to make sure you don’t cheat!”

Smiling, Talia stood up to take her shirt over to him, certain that he just wanted a closer look each time she took something off. It was more than ok with her, as the exposure was as enjoyable to her as the game itself.

Over the next few minutes, more and more ‘oops’ were heard as Talia accidentally made a noise and had to pop a button or undo a snap. She flushed, standing to lower her jeans, glancing at Peter as he watched her remove her pants. Walking over to him, handing him her jeans, she could feel her nipples poking into her bra and almost hurting from her arousal. She knew she was wet, how could she not be, and she did not dare to look and see if it was obvious; she did not want to know if her panties had gotten darkened by her arousal. It would be too much.

She only had two things left to remove, and as she went back to the story, reading about where she had been forced to get seen masturbating, she didn’t even last a minute before she was once again walking over to him, handing him her bra, standing, and letting him look at her rock-hard nipples for a minute.

Now that the only item left was just her panties, Talia could feel him watching her like a hawk the whole time, and she kinda drew it out, being very quiet, but she was in the last chapter, reading some of her absolute most favorite parts, and eventually she had to make a noise. She was wet, so fucking wet, Talia was ready to just play with herself in front of him again, but she stopped, and just stood up slowly and slid her damp panties down.

Talia stood for a moment, quivering, her arousal coursing through her like a raging river. She had been naked in the shower, but this was different. This had been a slow removal of every stitch she had on while reading a naughty story. She had been horny for an hour, it felt like, and she longed to just finish it and get off; she knew it was going to be a good one. Completely naked, she walked over and handed Peter her obviously damp panties. Holding still, she could feel her heart pounding as he looked at her body, knowing by his stare that he was not put off. Knowing that he was enjoying this as much as she was.