A Game of Truth or Dare That Should Never Have Happened

Mariana and Tomás had been together for four years. They were the kind of couple who, in bed, spoke without filters about what they’d like to try someday, even though outside those walls they had never touched anyone else. They were thirty-one, had an apartment with a terrace on a high floor, and the habit of fantasizing out loud while they caressed each other. Daniela, Mariana’s best friend since college, came up in those talks more often than either would have admitted.

Mariana knew Tomás got nervous when Daniela was around. He liked her slim, firm body, her blond hair cut to jaw length, that very fair skin that turned red the moment someone said something dirty to her. Far from bothering her, the idea turned Mariana on. More than once, with Tomás’s cock buried to the hilt in her cunt, she had imagined the three of them in the same bed, Daniela sucking her tits while he kept fucking her from behind.

What Mariana didn’t quite grasp was how far Daniela’s feelings went. Her friend was a lesbian and, for years, had kept quiet about something she had never dared put into words. Mariana, dark-haired, full-figured, with a laugh that could fill any room, was exactly what kept Daniela up at night. How many nights had she masturbated thinking about that big ass, those heavy tits, about putting her tongue deep into Mariana’s cunt. But Mariana was with Tomás, and Daniela had learned to keep desire to herself the way one keeps a letter one never intends to mail.

That February night the air didn’t move. The three of them were on the terrace, with beers sweating on the wooden table and a joint passing between loose, easy laughs. They were talking about old relationships, the ones that end badly and the ones that never even begin. Mariana wore a light dress that the heat clung to, showing she wasn’t wearing a bra. Tomás, in shorts, made no real effort to hide the looks he kept casting at Daniela’s cleavage or the bulge that was beginning to show in his shorts.

—I’m proposing something to shake up the night a little —Tomás said, his voice rough from the smoke—. Truth or dare. But the real kind. No lies.

Mariana smiled into her glass. They had talked about it in bed that same week: cast the line carefully and see if Daniela crossed it. If she said no, that would be that, no drama. But if she said yes, the night would take a different turn.

Daniela laughed, a little loose already from the beer.

—All right. But start gentle, okay?

They began with the easy stuff. Truths about exes who left wounds, dares to down a drink in one go or confess some teenage stupidity. The joint loosened their shoulders and the laughter grew longer. Until it was Tomás’s turn to ask.

—Daniela. Truth or dare.

—Dare —she answered, with a challenging tone that badly hid her heart hammering in her chest. She glanced sideways at Mariana, as she always did.

Tomás took his time smiling.

—I dare you to kiss Mariana. A real kiss. No brushing and done.

Daniela stood still for a full second. A blush climbed up from her neck. Mariana looked at her with dark, calm eyes and gave the smallest nod.

—Only if you want to —she told her softly—. We can stop here and move on to something else.

But Daniela wanted to. She had wanted to for years. She got up, crossed the two steps separating her from the couch, and leaned over her. The first contact was soft, almost a question. Then Mariana parted her lips and the kiss stopped being a question. Their tongues found each other, tangled, Daniela suckled on Mariana’s as if she had spent years practicing that movement. Mariana’s hands went to Daniela’s nape to pull her closer, and one of Daniela’s hands ended up on Mariana’s breast, squeezing it over the thin fabric of the dress. The nipple hardened instantly. It lasted as long as a decision that can no longer be undone.

When they pulled apart, both were breathing differently. Tomás watched them without saying anything, mouth slightly open and one hand adjusting the bulge in his shorts.

—I always wanted to do that —Daniela murmured, her eyes still near Mariana’s.

—I thought about it once too —Mariana answered honestly—. Shall we keep going?

The game changed temperature without anyone announcing it. Daniela’s turn came, and she dared Tomás to take off his T-shirt. He did, and Mariana took the chance to kiss his neck while sliding a hand over his chest and down straight to his pants, grabbing his cock over the fabric. He was already hard. Then Mariana dared Daniela to take off her top, and Daniela hesitated only a moment before obeying, because the kiss had lit something in her that she no longer wanted to put out. Her small, firm tits were exposed, the pink nipples already erect.

Mariana didn’t wait for her turn. She leaned in and sucked one nipple slowly, with the calm of someone finally reaching something she had wanted for too long. She bit it lightly and Daniela let out a short moan. Then she ran her tongue over the other nipple, took it into her mouth, tugged. Daniela arched her back and tangled her fingers in her friend’s hair.

—Jesus, Mariana... —she breathed—. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.

Tomás came up to the edge of the couch. He had pulled his shorts down and had his cock out, thick, throbbing, held in his hand.

—Are you okay with this? —he asked, and he meant it—. If you want to stop at any moment, we stop.

Daniela shook her head. Her voice trembled, but not the words.

—No. I want more. For her... I’ll take whatever comes.

***

What followed no longer needed the excuse of the game. Mariana pulled her dress up to her waist, yanked off her panties, and spread her legs on the couch. Her cunt was already soaked, the flesh swollen and glossy. Daniela lowered her hand between those legs with a care that contradicted her hunger and dragged two fingers across her slit from bottom to top, collecting the wetness. Then she brought them back down and pushed both in at once, all the way to the base. Mariana rocked her hips against those fingers, seeking them, asking for them without words.

—Like that —she murmured—. Slow... and then not so slow. Fuck me with your fingers, come on.

Daniela started pumping her, first with two fingers and then with three, twisting them inside, looking for the spot. With her thumb she rubbed Mariana’s swollen clit. Mariana threw her head back and squeezed her tits over the dress. Tomás took off his shorts completely and sat down beside them, cock in hand, unhurried, watching as his friend finger-fucked his woman. He let them set the pace.

—Eat her pussy —Tomás told Daniela, his voice broken—. Show her why girls like it.

Daniela didn’t even answer. She dropped to the floor on her knees, grabbed Mariana by the thighs, and dragged her to the edge of the couch. She opened Mariana’s cunt lips with her fingers and buried her tongue straight inside. Mariana let out a long, sharp moan and grabbed Daniela’s head to pull it closer. Daniela sucked, licked, ran her whole tongue over Mariana’s clit and slid it back inside, eating her with years of delayed hunger. Her chin was shining, soaked. She slipped her fingers in again while sucking the clit, and Mariana started moving her hips against that mouth without control.

—Jesus, Dani, don’t stop, like that, like that, suck it like that...

Tomás stood up, came up behind Daniela, pulled down the little shorts she had left on, and saw her white ass bared. He bent down, ran a hand between her legs, and found her dripping too. Daniela jerked without taking her mouth off Mariana’s cunt.

—Can I? —he asked.

Daniela lifted her face just slightly.

—Put it in me. For her, anything.

Tomás settled behind her, ran the head of his cock along Daniela’s slit to wet it, and slid it in slowly. Daniela squeezed her eyes shut, a muffled moan escaped her, and she plunged her mouth back into Mariana’s cunt. Tomás began to move with a deep, steady rhythm, holding her by the hips. Every thrust slammed Daniela’s face against Mariana’s cunt, making her tremble all over.

—Look at her sucking me —Mariana panted, grabbing her tits—. Fuck her hard, come on, harder, so she won’t stop.

Tomás obeyed. He started pounding her hard, skin against skin sounding out on the empty terrace. Daniela moaned with her mouth full of cunt and Mariana felt every one of those moans vibrating in her clit. The terrace filled with sounds none of the three tried to hide: the wet slapping, the thud of hips, the overlapping moans.

Daniela lifted her face, lips shining with spit and juices, and looked at Tomás over her shoulder.

—Come up here —she told Mariana, and got up from the floor—. I want to eat you again but with him fucking me while I do it.

They settled on the big couch. Mariana lay back, legs spread, and Daniela got on all fours between them, her head once again buried in her friend’s cunt. Tomás positioned himself behind Daniela and drove his cock into her at once, no gentleness this time, all the way in. Daniela let out a choked scream against Mariana’s flesh.

—Break her in —Mariana begged Tomás—. Fuck her like you fuck me.

Tomás grabbed Daniela’s blond hair, wound it around his hand, and started pounding her with everything he had. Each thrust made her ass crash against his hips with a sharp sound. Daniela licked and sucked Mariana’s cunt between moans she could no longer control, spit running down her chin and mixing with Mariana’s wetness.

—Harder, Daniela —Mariana pleaded, breathless, tugging at her hair too—. Don’t stop. Put it in my throat.

Daniela drove her tongue as deep as she could and sucked Mariana’s clit with suction. Tomás kept fucking her from behind without losing rhythm, panting, biting his lips to hold on. He landed a hard slap on her white ass and Daniela moaned even louder.

Daniela came first. Her whole body shook on Tomás’s cock, her cunt spasming tight around him. The cry was muffled against Mariana’s skin, and Mariana felt that vibration like a shove and let go too, coming against her friend’s mouth, holding her head between her thighs, soaking her whole face. Both at the same time, clinging to each other. Tomás held on a few seconds longer, pulling out and pushing back in with shorter thrusts until his rhythm broke.

—I’m going to come —he warned, brokenly—. Where?

—Inside —Daniela said, surprised by her own answer—. Come inside. For her.

Tomás drove in all the way and came inside, gripping her hips with both hands, his cock throbbing inside Daniela’s cunt as he filled her in hot spurts that she felt deep inside. He stayed there, still, and then withdrew slowly, watching his cum begin to run down Daniela’s thighs. The three of them collapsed onto the couch, their bodies sticky with sweat and summer, with not a single place left to be ashamed of.

Mariana turned her head and kissed Daniela on the forehead, then on the mouth, tasting her own flavor mixed with hers.

—That was incredible —she said.

Daniela smiled, her eyes still wet and her face still shining, and for the first time in years she didn’t feel like she had to hide anything.

—For you, I’d do it again —she answered.

Tomás wrapped his arms around both of them.

—Only if you both want to —he said, and he meant it, just like everything else that night.

The terrace stayed still, the heat still unmoving, but something between the three of them had shifted forever. There was no guilt or emotional hangover the next day. There was, however, a long, honest conversation, the kind people almost never have, about what each of them had felt and how far each was willing to go. The game had been the excuse. What came after had been chosen by the three of them, with every word laid on the table. And that, more than anything else, was what made it perfect.