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Subject: RICHH:  TRUTH OR DARE--PART THE FIRST
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                  TRUTH OR DARE

     We play lots of games over here, but the only time I am ever
really concerned is when Karen gets the urge to play 'Truth or
Dare'.  Invariably, she will push things just a little too far, ask
questions whose answers lie a bit too close to the bone.  The last
time we played, there was Howard, myself, Karen, and two girls and
a guy that Karen knew through her Fine Arts classes.  One of the
girls, Maria, a dusky Spanish jewel, I'd had the good fortune to
have seen for a month or so earlier in the year.  We had spent most
of the evening drinking wine, smoking some dope, talking about
everything from art to music to pornography to what it was about
John Malkovich that girls liked.   Karen was very giddy.  She had
kept up with the rest of us on the wine, glass for glass, despite
the fact that she weighed little more than half what I or my
brother weigh(my brother and I have near identical physiques).  MTV
was on and the sound was off.Howard put in Steely Dan's 'Aja' cd
and Karen suggested we play a few games.  Erin, a rail-thin but
pretty artist with stringy brown hair and a fondness for peasant
skirts, and Maria, the Spanish girl, and Josh, a too-handsome
junior with curly, Einstein-wild hair and paint-smeared jeans,
looked skeptical, but didn't want to seem chicken, so they seconded
her motion.  We started with a little Jeopardy.  I offered the
first clue.
     "Fisting an old stank-ho," I said.
     Howard and Karen laughed.  Josh screwed up his face.  Erin
said "Fisting?  You mean like--"
    Josh made a fist and whispered into her ear at the same time he
mimed an upward fisting motion.
    Erin shook her head and whispered something to Maria, whose
dark, Spanish eyes seemed to constantly dart about the room. 
But before Erin could say anything to her, Maria said, "I know, I
*know* what it is."
     As Steely Dan sang about a guy named Deacon Blues Erin and
Maria lit up a couple of Marlboro Lights.  Howard produced an
ashtray and a pin-joint (Why *did* he insist on rolling them like
that?!).  Erin took a deep drag of her cigarette, exhaled, gestured
toward the joint that Howard had placed before him and said, "Hey,
that is some serious pot."  This struck everyone as being utterly
hilarious and we laughed while Karen asked, "What's the category,
Rich.  You gotta tell us the category."
     So I said, "Philosophy and Religions of the Far East."
     Almost instantly Karen said "Sheesh, why don't you just *give*
it away at the same time Erin and Maria and Josh said, "Huh?"
     Karen said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world,
"Fisting an old stank-ho.  What is the sound of one hand getting
the clap?"
     It took almost a minute for it to kick in, but when it did it
hit with a vengeance.
     "No way," said Josh.  "How the fuck did you get that? 
Unbefuckinglievable."
     "Impressive," said Maria, who was moving her shoulders to the
music.  'Josie' was the song.
     ". . .she prays like a Roman with her eyes on fire."
     It was clear to everyone there exactly who Steely Dan was
talking about.
     "You must have known that one," said Erin.  "There's no way--"
     "I think our friends are doubting the veracity of your guess,
hon," said Howard, as only he can.
     "Bullshit," said Karen, a little miffed.  "I'll tell you
exactly what made me think of it.  When he first said it, I had no
clue.  I just thought it was just some kind of sick joke."
     Erin and Josh nodded.
     "Then he said Religion and Philosophy of the Far East.  So
right away I'm thinking Buddhism, Zen Buddhism.  And as soon as I
think Zen I'm thinking koans, right?  Now the most widely-known
koan of them all is that sound of one hand clapping one.  So once
that was in my head, well, the rest was cake.  I also know Rich has
a weakness for puns. . ."
     "Oh," said Josh, with mock anger.  "Well there you go. 
Weakness for puns.  If we had only known. . ."
     "Yeah, right," said Erin.  "Sure."
     "It's still amazing," said Maria.  
     I felt very strange.  Could this tiny waif-like girl's thought
processes be that close to my own?  It's one thing to locate a part
of yourself in another--that is a prerequisite to love--but to find
so much of yourself congruent with another--this is frightening.  
     "New game."
     "Let's do that Truth game," said Karen.  She was talking about
the game we had seen in the movie 'Metropolitan', where a penny is
placed on a napkin and suspended over a glass.  Everyone takes
turns poking a hole in the napkin.  Whoever the penny falls in on
has to answer any question that someone asks with absolute honesty.
It's a pretty scary game, especially with people that knew each
other as well as we did.
     "Karen, someone always gets hurt.  Try something else."
     "Truth or Dare?" said Erin.
     "Oooo, yeah," said Karen.  "Even better."
     I found a bottle of Stoli in the back of the freezer, poured
a shot into a Dixie Cup, and we were ready to start.
     "I don't know if this is such a good idea," said Josh, running
a hand through his curly brown hair.
     "Oh, come on," said Erin, nudging his thigh with her knee. 
"It'll be fun."  
     I looked at Karen.  I could tell she was thinking what I was. 
We'd both been watching Erin's body language and it had seemed, all
night, that she was behaving just a bit too friendly toward Josh. 
This last nudge with the knee had confirmed it.  This was something
she would be looking to exploit once the game started.
     "Okay, let's go," said Karen.  "We all know the rules.  I'll
start."
     Erin said, "Truth or dare, Karen?"
     "Dare."
     Josh, not really meaning it, said, "Show us your tits."
     In a flash Karen had lifted up her t-shirt and had instantly
raised the stakes of the game.
     Maria sat up, smoothed her skirt under her legs, and sat back
down.  "Waitamin--", she said, not liking the direction the game
had already taken.
     "Put them away, Karen.  Jeez.  I was just kidding.  I didn't
think she'd actually--"
     "Could we just move a little slower, please?"  said Maria,
quickly downing the contents of the Dixie cup and refilling it. 
"You only have to drink if you refuse your turn." said Karen.
     "I know.  Go on."
     "Truth or Dare, Howard?" I said.
     "Truth."
     Howard had been going for truths of late, ever since he and
Karen had been dared to have sex in the back of a taxi, while
tooling around town.  They did.
     Maria said, "Do you honestly love Karen?"
     "That's too easy," said Erin.  "Try this:  Who do you love
more.  Your brother or your girlfriend?"
     "Still easy, but go ahead."
     Howard thought a moment, then said, "Gotta go with the big guy
on this one.  Hey, I've known him a bit longer--"  Karen smiled and
played with her shoelace.
     Josh said, "Truth or Dare, Maria?"  
     Maria slammed back another shot, took a deep drag and said,
"Dare.  No no no, truth.  No, dare.  All right, truth."
     Karen said, "Tell us about the last time you made it?"  
     As Maria began to answer, Karen added, "with another girl?"
     "Ooooh, yeah."
     Mariah picked up the Dixie Cup and there was a chorus of:
     "No, don't pass."
     "Come on."
     "Just do it."
     She said, "What if I was never with --"
     Howard said, "We'd know you were lying or you would have said
that right away."
     "Shit," she said.  "Shit shit shit shit."  She stubbed out her
cigarette and lit another.  Howard lit up the joint, took a drag
and passed it to Karen, on his right.
      "All right, I'll tell you.  It doesn't bother me.  It was no
big deal.  I met someone at a dance.  We had lunch a few times. 
Went to another dance.  Slept over her place that night.  Like I
said, it was no big deal." I took a hit off the joint.  I would
regret that decision shortly.
     "Bzzzt," said Karen.  "It doesn't count unless you use the
word 'vulva'."
     "All right," said Maria.  "And she had a vulva."
     "Hsssssss."
     "Bo-ring."
     The turn was about to move to Josh when she added, rather
sheepishly,  "A nice one."
     "Hel-lo," said Howard.
     "Now you're getting it," said Josh.
     Wow, I thought, with just that simple phrase she had instantly
turned a banal story into what would surely become masturbation
fodder for more than a few of us there.  As I looked around I
thought I could actually see the scenario forming in Josh's head. 
And Karen's.
     Maria said, "I just, I just don't talk that way.  I'm sorry." 

     "No need to apologize, said Karen.  "But we do wish you'd
define 'nice vulva'."
     Karen, looked over at the tv.  Motley Crue's 'Home Sweet
Home'(the new video version) was on.  Karen paused the cd and
turned up the sound on the tv, all via the big universal remote
control she kept next to her.  She said, "I love this song.  Vince
Neil is so sexy.  Look how he moves his hips under that long shirt
thingee.  Ooo, I just *love* that."
     "That *is* hot," I said.
     "Rich," said Josh, who we all knew was bi, "I thought you were
strictly--"
     "Hey," I said.  "Sexy is sexy.  As for me, did you know I was
a vegetarian?"
     "Huh?"
     "Sometimes," I said, nicking a line I'd heard somewhere
before, in a different context.  "It depends what I'm eating."
     "Touche," said Josh, self-consciously tucking his t-shirt into
his jeans.
     The video ended.  Sound was restored to the stereo.
     Howard said, "I'm still curious about this here vulva."
     Maria's face was flushed.  Josh said, imitating a horny
adolescent, "Yeah, was it smooth and shiny and slippery and--"
     "Oh, leave her alone," said Erin, grabbing Josh's left arm.
     "Oh, all right."
     "Besides, it's *your* turn now."
     "Truth or Dare."
     "Dare."
     Karen said, "Hold on," and got up and went into the kitchen. 
She returned with an empty bottle of olive oil.  Josh paled a
little.  "W-what's that for?"
     "It's been a while since anyone's been to the bathroom.  I
know *I* have to pee."
     "*My* eyes are floating," said Erin.
     Karen handed Josh the bottle.  "Go ahead," she said.
     "It doesn't bother me," said Josh, opening a few buttons on
his button-fly jeans.  "I can piss anywhere."  He slid his left
hand in and fumbled around for a second or two.  Then the neck of
the bottle disappeared into the fly of his jeans as well.  
     "Oh no," said Erin, shaking her head, "That doesn't count." 
She looked at Karen.  "Does it?"
     "Nope.  Erin's right.  We want to see some meat!"  
     "Fair's fair, Josh," said Maria.
     Josh set the bottle down on the carpet in front of him.  He
got up on his knees and slid a finger and thumb into his jeans. 
When his cock appeared, Maria gave a short, shrill scream.  Karen
clapped, slowly, self-consciously.  
     "Oooo, a *nice* one," said Karen.
     Erin watched, mesmerized, as the bottle began to fill with
amber urine.  After about a minute, the stream waned.  Josh
squeezed out a last couple of drops and buttoned himself back up.
     "You're next, eh?" he said, looking at Erin and swirling
around the contents of the bottle."
     "I gotta go," said Erin, up and already halfway to the
bathroom.  Everyone relieved themselves, the olive oil bottle was
disposed of, and we reassembled.
     "Truth or Dare, Erin?" asked Josh.
     "Truth."
     "Will you come with me after we leave here?" he asked.
     As Erin said "Sure" I saw Maria cast a glance over at me and
it soon became clear that we were going to have to make a decision
soon.  I sat back, hoping that the answer would come during the
game.
     "Truth or dare, Rich?"
     I looked around. 
     "Well?"
     "Dare."
     Karen said, "Oooh, I've got a good one."
     As she said that, I lost my breath.
     "I want to watch you. . .masturbate."
     "All right," said Erin.
     "Cool beans."
     "Go for it, Rich." said Josh.  "Aim away, though."
     "But," added Karen, "not the way you do now.  But the way you
used to do when you were twelve."
     Shit, I thought.  The other day we'd been sitting around,
talking very casually about various things and it was revealed that
when I first made this 'masturbation' discovery, my technique was
much different than just 'jerking off'.
     "I've never actually done this in front of an audience."
     "But--" said Howard.
     "At least not where I was the only act."
     "Ha ha."
     "Josh peed," said Erin.  "Oh go on, it can't be that ha--"
     "Erin!  You've hit the nail right on the head."  Everyone
laughed.
     "Well, try, at least."
     I got up from the floor and sat in a comfy chair.  "Now
everyone has to be quiet."  Howard started fiddling with the remote
and Josh popped in some microwave popcorn.  He yelled out, "Wait
till the popcorn's done."
     I put my palm on my dick through my jeans and started rubbing
slowly.  I mentally kicked myself for not going easier on that pot. 
Luckily I hadn't had that much wine.  "I don't know, guys. . ."
     Erin said, "Oh, just do it.  I've never seen a guy play with
himself.
     Josh emerged from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn. 
"Never?" he said to Erin, who shook her head.
     Erin walked on her knees to Maria and whispered something in
her ear.  Maria got up and walked over towards me.  She kneeled
beside the chair.  She placed her left hand on the inside of my
thigh and said, "You never had this problem before. . ."
     She slid her hand up under my balls.  She smiled and added,
"If you don't count that time--" 
     "Hey hey hey," I said.  Maria unzipped my jeans and slid her
hand inside.  I closed my eyes.
     "So you finally did it with a girl, eh?" I said so only she
could hear it.  She nodded.  Sleeping with another girl was
something she had told me she was curious about while I was seeing
her.
     "And how was it?"
     "It was great.  Totally hot."
     "So did I turn you off of men forever?"
     "Hardly.  It was just something that I knew was going to
happen sooner or later."
     "What did you do with her?  Tell me."
     "Everything."  She increased her ministrations, feeling me
respond.              
     "Everything?  Did you use, did you--"  I curled my hand into
a fist.  She nodded.
     "It was sooo hot.  If I just picture it in my head I'll get
wet instantly.  In fact, I'm pretty--"
     With my lefty foot I kicked off my right shoe and slid my foot
under her skirt, up along her thigh until I felt the soft fullness
of her panties.  
     "Hey,"  she said, re-arranging herself "cut that out.  This is
your dare."  She pulled my penis out through my fly and said,
imitating Raoul Julia in that Addams Family commercial,  "It's
showtime."
     Erin said, "All right," and Howard shushed her.
     I pulled my t-shirt out of my jeans and pulled the bottom of
it taut with my left hand.  I unwrapped Maria's hand, took my cock
in my right hand and, shifting it from right to left, rubbed the
head against the inside of my t-shirt.  I gasped at the
excruciating pleasure.  I hadn't done it like this in over a
decade.  
     I whispered to Maria, "Remember the first time we did it?"
     "Of course."
     "Tell me," I said, leaning forward, rubbing my cockhead in
circles against the fabric of my shirt.  Resonances of long-
submerged memories were making themselves known in my mind.  I
remembered how important different textures were to me then.  I
remembered I had two favorite shirts--favorites because their
material produced the best orgasm.  I remembered how the bedsheets
would become matted and crinkly.  I remembered how, just before
ejaculation, I had to make that decision on whether or not to pull
my shirt away(sucky) or just keep going(not sucky), throwing
caution to the wind.  
     "Well," said Maria, just to me.  "It was on that blue couch
you used to have.  We were watching MTV."
     "What video?"
     "I don't remember, exactly.  I just remember it was a song I
liked."
     "It was 'Billie Jean'."
     "My God, you're right it was."  She placed the palm of her
hand right below my navel and started rubbing it in circles.  
     "Then you did that thing with your neck, like you wanted a
backrub, so you put a pillow on my lap and lay down on your folded
hands.  I started rubbing your neck--you *were* tense--and worked
my way down to your ribcage, gradually touching the sides of your
breasts through your t-shirt.  This was kind of a big deal since
we'd only gone out a few times, right?"
     "Uh-huh."
     "Soon, when I was cupping both of your breasts completely you
said 'My lower back, too.'  I pulled your shirt out of those jeans
of yours-'Chic', I think."
     "Uh-huh."
     "Yeah, I remember that 'natural woman' song," I said.  "I was
rubbing your lower back.  I remember your skin was so cool--
gradually I worked my way under the waistband.  I remember how
disappointed I felt when I realized that your jeans were so tight. 
But then you remember what you did next?  Remember?"
     "Uh-huh."
     "Tell me."
     "I reached a hand down and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans."
     "Yeah.  Why?  Tell me why you did that."
     "So you could get your hands in farther.  It felt *really*
good."
     "I thought that was about the sexiest thing I'd ever seen
anyone do.  Well, then I had both hands on your buttcheeks.  I
couldn't get over how cool and soft your skin was there, especially
after being in those tight jeans all day."
     "I'm a cool person."
     "I'll say.  Then, I worked my right hand lower and lower,
remember?"
     "Oh yeah."
     "Do you remember my pinkie?"
     "Yup."
     "What did I do with it?"
     "You put it in my butt."
     "Had anyone ever done that to you before?"
     "Nope."
     "But you didn't say anything."
     "I wanted to see what you were going to do with me."
     I really liked how she sid 'with me' just then and felt the
beginnings of an orgasm in the base of my penis.
     "Then I took my pinkie out, remember?"
     "Yup."
     "How did you feel?"
     "A little disappointed."
     "Mmmm.  Then I dipped the tips of my other fingers through the
wetness of your slit and transferred the moisture to my thumb,
right?"
     "Uh-huh.  My heart was really going--"
     "I remember.  Then I slowly twisted that thumb into your ass,
until it was all the way in.  I put two fingers into your pussy--
you were *so* wet--"
     "I am."
     "Then what did I do?"
     "You, you--"  Her breathing had changed.  "You pinched me."
     "What did I pinch?"
     "With your thumb and your fingers--"
     "You remember what it's called?"
     "The pe, per, perneum?"
     "Close enough.  Maria, grab me a couple paper towels, would
you?" I managed to say. My orgasm was at that happy place where it
was within conscious control.  I knew it was there and it wasn't
going anywhere.  "Ready, gang?"
     Josh said, "Go for it."  Erin, I think, shushed him.  Maria
returned and put the towels next to me on the chair between me and
an armrest.  
     "Here.  It.  Comes."  I heard Karen say "Oooh" as I came into
my shirt, which I wiped off with and then took off.  A fine patina
of sweat covered my chest and my breath was very quick and shallow.
     "Excellent," said Erin, who was doing her clapping thing
again.
     "Game over?" I said.
     "Typical guy," said Karen.  "Typical."
     Maria said, "Rich, I--"
     "You're gonna stay, right?"
     She nodded.
     We waved to Josh and Erin as they got into her car.

RICHH