“Honestly, I’m not sure. I’m still in the minors and maybe I’ve talked to a few scouts, and I’m thinking about which league I’d like to play in, but your league is temping, because I’ve always thought you were handsome, and then I started to think you were sexy after I found out about your fetish and stuff. Kinda got in my head and made me wonder… So, I dunno, but that’s part of the reason why I wanted to spend the summer with you, to find out how I wanna play the game.”
I nodded, but my mind was racing. She was really considering it. I couldn’t believe it. “Your turn.”
“Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“Okay,” she said. “What other fetishes do you have?”
“Pussy,” I said. Her eyes seemed to sparkle at my use of the word. “I love the smell of it… on my hands and fingers, or if I eat a woman out and it’s all over my nose and chin. It’s intoxicating.”
“Ooh, but is that really a fetish? I’m pretty sure all guys love pussy.”
“Yeah, but do all guys want to put their head between your legs and inhale?”
She giggled. “You wanna put your head between my legs?”
“I meant, like, not yours, just… you know what I meant. My turn, truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“You gotta take a dare in here eventually,” I said.
“You first. I’m not going down that road until you do.”
“Okay. Give me another fetish,” I said.
“Cock,” she said with a grin. “Love the smell of it.”
“Now you’re just cheating at the game. And you said you were a virgin.”
“I gave a hand job once,” she said. “It would have turned into more, but he exploded and I went home. And if you’re going to softball the truth or dare game, so am I,” she said. “Truth or dare?”
I grumbled. “Truth.”
“Give me another fetish too, something that makes your cock rock hard,” she said.
I smirked at her. “Spanking.”
“I knew it!” she said.
“Hey, I was punishing you, regardless.”
“That explains the hard cock I always felt under my tummy when I was bent over your knee.”
“Stop it, you did not. Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“I want another fetish,” I said.
She bit her lip guilty. “Big cocks.”
I laughed. “What the fuck? Are you sure you’re a virgin?”
“I am, and I prefer them bigger.”
“You haven’t even had one yet,” I said. “Or was that handjob guy so big, you can’t go back?”
“No, the handjob guy wasn’t that big, which is why I’m not with him.”
“So where does fetish come from? Too much porn?”
“Sort of. A very special porn video, actually. Amateur quality, guy’s POV, but my favorite. The guy in it has a really nice big cock, and the girl, well, she was boring, pretending to be a school girl with bad grades, but the sex was great. It was recorded in a bedroom that looked strangely like yours…”
My whole face was frozen. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Her grin was widening. “Love that part at the end when you slap her in the face with your cock.”
“Oh my fucking god. Your mother showed that to you? What kind of sick fuck is she? She said she threw it away!”
“She didn’t show it to me. She lost it. Well, I stole it and she never found it. Same thing.”
“I can’t believe you watched that!” I said.
She laughed wildly and then dug her toes into my tummy. “Your face is so red, Daddy. It’s so cute.”
Of course my face was red. I was embarrassed, humiliated, mortified! But I was also turned on by the idea of her watching me fuck, and loving my cock. “I think you might be more fucked up than me.”
She was still laughing. “Oh, I am, definitely. Truth or dare?”
“I’m not taking a dare until you do. Truth.”
“I can play all night. Your next fetish.”
“Long, bare legs,” I said, and then I crossed a line. I slid my hand up the inside of her calf, to her knee, and brushed the inside of her thigh before running my hand all the way back down.
She shivered. “Daddy…”
“Gonna tell your mom I did that?”
She shook her head and took the last sip of her beer. “What happens in Brandy’s bed, stays in Brandy’s bed.”
“My turn,” I said. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth of course.”
“What makes your pussy drip?”
“Daddy, you’re getting naughty,” she said with a smile. “Hope you’re not taking advantage of me ’cause I’m a little drunk.”
“We can stop playing anytime you want,” I said.
She looked guilty. “My feet. I love having them rubbed. It makes me wet.”
“Really?” I said.
She nodded.
I put my hands on them and started to rub again. She shivered.
“So this is…”
“Yup,” she said with a breath. “Panties soaked. I like to paint my toenails so guys will look at them. Did you notice?”
“I did notice,” I said.
“I painted them baby blue since I know it’s your favorite color.”
I chuckled. “For me?”
“Mmmhmm.”
“Are you really wet or are you teasing me?” I asked.
“I’m really wet,” she said, reclining further into the bed. “Like, fuck, I kinda want to play with myself.”
“Want me to leave?”
She shook her head. “No, we’re in the middle of a game. I can wait until later. I’m just getting really horny.”
“I don’t believe you,” I said. “I don’t think you’re wet at all.”
She looked at me. “Why would I lie about that?”
“I dunno, that’s what I can’t figure out.”
“You’ll just have to trust me,” she said. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” I said.
“Finally,” she said. “Let’s see, what can I do to really embarrass you? I dare you to…”
“Yes?”
“Suck my toes for 60 seconds.”
I laughed softly. “This better not make you wet while I’m doing it.”
She grinned. “No promises.” She lifted up her foot and wiggled her toes. “Start sucking.”