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This was shortly after I first lost my virginity. I had a tight-knit friend group at the time, and I was the first to lose it. The news spread like wildfire among the group, and eventually everybody knew.

About a month later we had a Halloween party which consisted of just us and a couple of other friends. Someone in these outer circles, let’s call him Justin, had a crush on me for years before this, even though I really only saw him at events like this. Justin wasn’t ugly, he was just about six feet tall, sub-athletic create, a decent looking guy. I’d just never really been too interested. Him and I spoke briefly at the party when he had first arrived, but nothing more until late in the night.

Eventually, when we were all gathered around for party games, he sat himself next to me. All through the game of never have I ever, Justin’s questions were obviously targeted at me, so I began to take shot after shot when it was his turn. As I drank more, I started to see something I’d never seen in Justin. Maybe I was just horny, but this guy really wasn’t bad looking. The “never have I evers” he posed were getting more and more specific, and I really got the impression that he was trying to get information about my first time. Thinks like positions, if he had made me cum, if I had sucked his dick, everything down to whether I was fully naked or not.

I started to wonder if he would want to do anything with me tonight, so I rested my hand on his thigh to test the waters. He reached down and squeezed my hand, then returned his attention to the circle.

Coulda gone worse.

Then, we switched to extreme truth or dare. (I could go through a long-winded explanation of how this game works, but it’s really not necessary, just think of it as truth or dare but the dares get twisted by another person at the last second.) After a few embarrassing rounds, it comes around to Justin. Justin, without hesitation, calls out:

“(my name)! Truth or dare?”

“Dare of course!” No hesitation on my part either.

“Make out with me right now.”

A couple of gasps escape group members. The twist on the dare, however, comes from the other side of the circle after a beat:

“But she has to use tongue!”

Me, who is at this point sloshed, sees this as an absolute win. I wondered about putting on a fake performance like “eewwww okay if I have to….” But I didn’t want to ruin the chances of this happening.

I practically crawled on top of him and shoved my tongue down his throat. He was definitely surprised at my immediate reception to the dare, but welcomed it. Soon I felt his tongue back on mine, and we were locked in a heated French for almost a full minute. I heard a couple of cheers from the circle, and someone whom I hoped was my best friend smacked my ass.

When I decided anymore would be overkill, I climbed off of him. I didn’t even register it was my turn at first until someone pulled me out of my daze to tell me.

“Justin…” I don’t think anyone was surprised. “Tru-”

“Dare.” Shocker.

“Seven minutes in heaven with me?”

The twist unsurprisingly came from the same person in the circle as last time:

“But he can’t say no to anything!” (I don’t think he would have)

We spent way longer than seven minutes in my best friend’s pantry, but nobody bothered to set a timer. He started kissing me on my neck before the door was even closed, then moved down and sucked on my nipples. I could feel him fumbling his hands downwards, so I gave him an assist and undid my buttons on my jean shorts. He found my clit with no troubles at all and held it between his fingers, rubbing back and forth slowly with the grace of a painter.

The combination of these two had me cum on his fingers before our first seven minutes had passed, and I felt the need to return the favor. I motioned for him to undo his belt and he obliged. I took his cock in my mouth, though it was already pretty slick from his precum. He found out the answer to his question earlier as to whether I had given a blowjob before, as I deepthoated his cock like a pro. He decided he didn’t want to cum in my mouth, so I asked him if he was ready to fuck me.

“I’ve been waiting so fucking long for this you have no idea” seemed to be his general answer, though I wouldn’t know exactly because instead of a verbal response, he decided to flip me over and pull my panties down. I arched my back up to tease him, then he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me onto his thick cock.

I loved every second of it. I was already dripping wet from earlier, so I knew I was creaming on him. It must have sounded like we were making kraft mac and cheese from the outside. He was moaning more and more as I backed it up onto him, and it felt like he was about ready to bust.

Then he grabbed me again and flipped me back over.

“You gonna cum for me, tiger?”

That was the tipping point. He pulled himself forward and proceeded to blow his load all over my face and tits. This is great, normally, except for the fact that he had just lifted up my shirt instead of taking it off. Now, I was covered on my top half with cum, with loads dripping off of my cheeks, on my stomach, and staining my hair and shirt.

This sobered me up instantly. I opened the pantry door and demanded a towel, collecting the attention back from the circle. Instead, they took one look at me covered in white and cheered.

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