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Suddenly all the lights went out in the house and the girls broke out in fits of fake screams and laughter. I didn’t join in for either. Instead, I decided to sneak out for a quick cig, hoping to skip a round of the silly game we were playing.
Okay, the whole sexy-scary Halloween truth or dare was originally my idea, but I wasn’t planning on playing it with ‘this’ bunch. I even wrote most of the questions and dare challenges, together with the other four girls, my housemates, with the aim to provoke, arouse even. The ultimate idea was that it would lead to us hooking up with the guys – that’s the aim of this game, isn’t it?
The problem was that the guy I was supposed to be hooking up with didn’t bother showing up to the party. I still joined in the game because I didn’t want to be a party pooper, but I wanted to do nothing with any of these boys. They were just that, boys, and… how to put this gently without sounding like a total bitch…? Well, they were uninteresting; lacking any kind of plan, vision or passion, they were sent to this university by their parents just for the sake of getting a degree.
I would much rather have hooked up with one of the girls, but unfortunately they weren’t into girls themselves. I already knew, because I’d asked them during the very first week – just as part of normal everyday chit chat, of course. And no, I didn’t tell them that I was; I didn’t want to freak them out.
There was only one person on the whole campus, I was really interested in — and not just in a ‘wow, sexy’ kind of way: Lev Dyachenko from senior year. I ran into him last year, when I was still a freshman, whilst hiking in the Bishtrishko Natural Reserve. I spotted him studying random rocks with some interesting looking geological field equipment and I stopped to see what he was doing. As it turned out we were studying at the same university; him geography, me marine biology. Since then we swapped numbers and met on campus a few times.
He wasn’t your typical heartthrob; his dark brown, curly hair, when he had it cut short, often with an undercut, intensified his strong, defined jawline, giving him an edgy, almost sinister look. This, combined with his dark eyes and heavy eyebrows all suggested that one didn’t want to get into his bad books. His demeanour was reserved and I didn’t remember ever seeing him smile, yet there was something in him that made me want to get to know him better, a connection I couldn’t quite explain.
However, every time we met he was with his sidekick, Andriy; they were like conjoined twins. One could have easily mistaken them for a gay couple, if Andriy hadn’t been a known womaniser. He was the total opposite of Lev, an irresistibly handsome, always smiling face with blonde hair and playful azure eyes.
As the girls quieted, in the pitch dark living room and the noise turned into soft murmurs one of the guys raised his voice, “Very funny, Milek, you went to the toilet five minutes ago, everyone knows it was you playing with the lights.”
A reply came from another dark corner of the room, “What are you talking about, mate? I’m right here.”
Another chorus of screams and laughter followed. Maybe more screams than laughter this time. That made me stop in my tracks for a second. I was just about to reach for the door handle, which was barely visible in the darkness.
“Spooooky!” Dina shouted.
She was the one I bonded best out of the four girls I lived with. She was very pretty with a hint of quirkiness in her; she loved reading historical murder books. Unfortunately, like the rest of the girls, she wasn’t into girls. Wasn’t uni meant to be about sexual exploration and orgies? Maybe I picked the wrong university, the wrong course or just wrong housemates.
I shrugged my shoulder and stepped out into the night. ‘If there’s a terrible, ferocious monster out there I’m ready to be mauled and eaten,’ I thought. ‘Anything is better than this boring party.’
It was a cloudy night with only a few stars shining, but my eyes were already adjusted to the dark and I could easily make out the front garden path leading to the street that was just a muddy dirt road. Whoever had the idea to build a university in the middle of a forest with just this tiny village nearby was probably on dope. On the flip side, accommodation was dead cheap.
I lit my cigarette and inhaled the smoke, together with a punch of fresh forest air.
At least I breathe something good in with the bad. That was my excuse here in the wilderness. I wasn’t a serious smoker; it would have contradicted my otherwise healthy lifestyle – the long hikes, outdoorsy nature, but I did like to light one or two when I drank.
I decided to walk down the road and see if all the other streets were dark. They weren’t.
There had to be some foul play involved then, I mused. I quieted my steps as I returned to the house., from which muffled laughter and faint light seeped out; they must have found some torches or candles. As I kadıköy escort walked towards the right side of the house I heard a strange noise, a low squeaky kind of sound, like the opening and closing of a tiny door.
I wasn’t scared, but truth be told I never liked being in the dark alone. When I was little, we had to spend some time at our grandmother’s during the summer holidays. She didn’t have a night-light and had heavy wooden shutters completely blocking out any speck of light. I was sharing her large double bed with my two elder brothers, and I often woke in the middle of the night feeling a presence in the room looking over us. My brothers always laughed at me when I told them and said it was the ghost of grandpa, who had passed away when I was three. I often snuggled up to them to be able to go back to sleep.
One night, when I was about ten, I tried to cuddle up to Alexiy, my older brother and as I pressed my thigh forward into his, I felt something hard in his pyjama pants. He pushed me away and after that, I wasn’t allowed to sleep with them any more and had to sleep with nan. Nobody explained anything to me and I was left slightly traumatised because I thought I’d done something wrong. It took me another few years to understand what had happened.
As I got to the corner of the house, I put my good leg forward, ready to flight or fight whatever or whoever was lurking on the other side of the house. Slowly pressing my face to the wall, the scent of half-decade-old timber and rotting leaves filling my nostrils, I peeked cautiously around the corner.
Then I saw them: two terrifying, grotesque monsters, the first a werewolf with dark grey hair covering its head, huge blood stained teeth, long claws – fumbling with the lock of the meter cupboard on the wall. The other one, a grey demon/ zombie with pointed ears, terrible, wrinkly skin and a morphed mouth was holding a torch shining light onto the keyhole.
Even with the cheap rubber masks covering their whole head I instantly recognised Lev and Andriy. They didn’t spot me, so I needed a quick plan to scare the shit out of them as a payback. The living room display cabinet was brought to my mind suddenly, the one with the replica hunting guns. Now, thinking about it, I wasn’t sure they were replicas, but they were definitely not loaded, that was for sure. I sneaked back into the house and took one of them out, and asked Viktor if I could borrow his ‘Scream’ mask.
“What the fuck, Leoni?” he stared at the gun held by my side.
“I found the vermin messing with the electricity. Going to hunt them down,” I replied, talking to him over my shoulder as I headed out through the door. Viktor followed me and wouldn’t hear it when I tried to talk him out of it.
The ‘beasts’ had moved to the back of the house by then; I guess their plan was to knock on the window and look into the house with their scary masks lit by the torch. I caught them just when they were about to tap on the window. “Hey, you two, jerks,” I yelled, trying to change my voice as much as possible, holding the gun towards them closing up with hurried steps.
“Leonida?” Lev called out my name. I nearly corrected him. No one called me by my full name apart from a few professors, but I wanted to play a bit longer and not reveal my identity.
“Hands behind your backs and kneel on the ground!” I shouted. I prodded them with the gun and they reluctantly obeyed.
I wished Viktor hadn’t been around the corner pissing himself laughing. I could have had so much fun with those two. Having two men kneeling in front of me was kinda turning me on.
“Take your masks off,” I ordered them, “and all your clothes. You can keep your underwear on.”
They bitterly played along but I had to prod them with the gun again. Andriy seemed to enjoy our little hunting game, as in the faint moonlight I could spot an impressive growing erection in his trousers. The night was finally turning into something much more enjoyable.
I made them turn the lights back on and marched them into the house. When I proudly showed off my prey to the others, they both held their clothes in a heap in front of them to protect their dignity. After a few minutes, when I had my fun with them, I let them get dressed.
The girls insisted on continuing with the game of truth or dare, and they unfortunately remembered clearly that it was my turn to pull a card from either pile. I chose truth and I had to reveal my favourite sex toy.
It was definitely not one of the questions I’d written. I did own a few toys and by far my favourite was a butt plug, courtesy of my ex girlfriend, Kira. My skin still smouldered as I recalled the last time she used it on me almost a year ago. She asked me to go on all fours on her bed and, without letting me see what she was doing, she lubed it up and gently inserted it. It was a beautiful stainless steel one with a heart shaped blue topaz jewel. She took some photos of my ‘irresistible kartal escort bedazzled bum’ to have as keepsake and she also left me with aching bite marks on my butt and the memory of a huge orgasm on her fingers with the plug in. I blushed at the memory.
I couldn’t possibly admit owning a butt plug. I could have lied of course and say it was a vibrator or something dull, but I couldn’t bring myself to lie. Surely that would have defeated the objective of the game.
“I’m afraid I have to pass that one,” I said. It met with a chorus of boos.
“That is surely cheating,” Andriy taunted, clearly disappointed, and Lev was nodding in agreement. The girls told them that according to the rules everyone could pass once.
“I don’t agree with that rule at all,” Lev raised his voice. He spoke little and seldom but when he did he had a certain authority in his voice that held everybody’s undivided attention on him. He could have made a great professor one day, but when I mentioned this to him once, he said he preferred to work out on the field with rocks and not ignorant teenagers.
“If you pass that one, you have to accept a challenge from me and join us tomorrow for a spooky cave expedition,” he said, looking at me sternly.
I raised an eyebrow as a question mark so he continued.
“I’ve read up on the history and geology of the local area and came across a very interesting story. Deep in the Derevach mountain, there is a cave that served as a hideaway for a woman who ran away from her abusive husband in the early eighteenth century. Her name was Lady Petrova. The lord was very wealthy, and owned land near and far. Unfortunately, his heavy discipline sent his wife running for the woods while she was pregnant with their first child. She is said to have lived in the cave for almost two years before her husband found her and set fire to the cave, killing her. According to the local legend she has hidden her jewellery in the cave but it has never been found. Their child, a little boy, disappeared without a trace too. The cave is said to be haunted but I’m going there tomorrow to collect some rocks.
“I’m in,” I said instantly. It was a gripping tale and I would have done anything not to reveal that I liked girls shoving things up my butt.
The game went on and apart from a few exciting bits, like seeing Zoya’s tits in a wet t-shirt (yes, one of my dares) and hearing about Lev’s sexual dream at a summer camp with a girl, that turned out to be not a dream at all, it was beginning to be a drag.
We were slowly running out of alcohol and newly formed couples started disappearing into the bedrooms. This gave me an excuse to head outside and light my next cigarette, and Lev and Andriy, both smokers themselves, took the opportunity to join me.
“I still want to know what that toy is,” Andriy teased as he blew a heavy cloud of smoke into the freezing night air. “If you are so desperate to keep it a secret, it must be uber kinky.”
I just smiled and didn’t say a word, but Andriy wouldn’t shut up about it. “What do you think it is?” he continued, turning to Lev.
Lev pulled his thick puffy coat tighter on his chest. “I don’t think it’s kinky at all. I bet it’s a plain pink silicone vibrator,” he smirked as he gave me a provocative stare; that look was so unlike him that a deep-seated craving begun to grow in the pit of my stomach. I wanted his attention; I wanted to see a million different expressions on his face.
“I hate pink,” I spat. Did he just call me plain and girly? Outrageous.
The two of them continued having fun guessing between each other as if I wasn’t even there. By the time we went back into the house the living room was empty. There were a few people in the kitchen, but most disappeared into the girls’ bedrooms.
“Oh, I have a plan,” Andriy called out heading towards my room; I had no idea how he knew which room was mine but somehow he figured it out. He’d barely entered my domain when he started pulling drawers out.
I should have totally freaked out, but I didn’t; I just stood in the middle of the room and folded my arms.
“If you are not telling, I’m just going to find that damn toy.” By then he was in my underwear drawer, going through my knickers. Far from being a cause for concern, this invasion of my privacy was actually turning me on. He held up a black lace thong, one of my favourite date-night pieces. “Next time we play truth or dare, one of the dares will be to see you in these for sure.”
Lev voiced his agreement with a low, “Mmmmm”. Finding his voice, he added, “I think we should make her wear it now as a payback for holding us at gunpoint.” His eyes narrowed.
“Make me!” I retorted, pouting my lips in both warning and invitation. I knew that I stood no chance agains them but part of me wanted to be held down and taken advantage of.
“I’d be careful what I wish for, if I were you,” he replied, stepping closer as his smirk intensified. kurtköy escort He could have easily put his arms around me and immobilise me, but he didn’t. He didn’t have to. He had power over me even without laying a finger on me.
Andriy was still turning my drawer upside down and when he was satisfied that there were no toys in there, his eyes moved towards the cabinet. Just above it, he spotted a picture of me with Kira. It didn’t show our relationship in a blatantly obvious way, or at least I hoped it didn’t, as I had that photo all over my Facebook. She had her arm around me in a casual, friendly way.
“My ex-girlfriend,” I said proudly.
They both froze for a second then looked at me, jaws on the floor.
“A lesbian?” I chuckled. “No, I’m not a lesbian.”
“Wow, Leoni,” Lev growled, his face so close to me that I felt his breath on my neck. “Up until now I thought you were quite prudish, and now I’ve found out that not only you have sex toys, which apparently are not pink and girly, but you are also into girls. I wonder what else would I find out about you if I pressed.”
I wanted him to press so fucking much. But I also wanted to get back at him. “Well, Lev, to be honest I wasn’t sure you were not gay.”
They both laughed at that, but also shared a look that told me they had a dark secret and I was about to find out what that secret was. Then Andriy smirked, “No, definitely not gay.”
“Ok,” I said. “I’ll give you a clue about the toy.” I pointed to the photo, adding “She gave it to me as a farewell gift.” I was basking in their attention and I definitely wanted more. “How about you both get three guesses. I’m not giving you any more hints, but if you guess correctly, I’m yours for the night, you can ask me to do anything.”
Part of me thought there are a zillion sex toys out there, they will never be able to guess, and I desperately wanted them to. I can always lie and say they are correct when they’re running out of guesses,. I decided.
They sat down on the side of the bed and put their heads together.
“Well if it’s from another girl it HAS to be an insertable thing,” Andriy mused.
Such a cliché. I snickered. “Lesbian sex is not about prodding each other with a fake cock. But you are not exactly wrong.” I’ve covered my mouth with both of my palms and pretended that that last sentence just slipped out. “Shit.”
Lev knew straight away. The hopeful glint in his eyes was brighter then the one of the jewel in said toy.
“You really want to get it right, don’t you?” I played with him while rearranging my knickers back into the drawer.
“It’s a butt plug, isn’t it?” he growled confidently, his voice thick with arousal. I blushed, nodding to confirm his correct answer.
He stopped my hand grabbing hold of my wrist, “Put these on,” he demanded holding out the black thong panties.
They circled around me like the hungry predators they were. I knew I had to obey; I stepped out of my black skinny jeans, then the black knickers I was wearing. They felt damp as I scrunched them up in my palm and handed them to Andriy, “You seem to be fond of these,” I grinned.
He tucked them into his pocket as a token.
“You’re full of surprises, Leoni,” Lev growled into my ear. “You like girls, you like things up your butt and you seem to enjoy the attention of two guys.”
He lifted my chin with a curled index finger, forced me to meet his gaze and tongued my mouth roughly. I grunted with surprise and yearning.
Andriy opened my legs and made me step into the black thong, but he pulled the string aside straight away and dipped his fingers into my wetness.
“Wow,” he exclaimed. He offered his nectar soaked fingers to Lev. My eyes were transfixed on the slick digits entering Lev’s mouth and his deviant smile that followed.
“Nothing seems to be shocking you,” he murmured, seemingly addressing it more to the other man present than to me. “Our kind of girl.”
Andriy stepped to the door and, not so discreetly, locked it with a loud rattling, clacking sound. The atmosphere in the room suddenly changed. Their slow erotic advances became rushed and fierce. Their hands were suddenly everywhere. I didn’t even notice when they removed the rest of my clothes as their movements were just part of a large interconnected net of seemingly choreographed moves.
Lev was facing me and he slid his palm up along my thigh, up over my stomach and when he reached my breasts his other hand joined, now both gliding up my tits. Still not stopping there, they brushed my neck, my face, then combed through my hair. His hands said ‘I want you, all of this and I want it now. I don’t even know where to start.’
I wanted to get into my assumed role, getting on my knees, but it seemed that these two were not into clichéd sex. He held me up by my shoulders. “Shhh,” he calmed me with the soft breeze of his voice. He bent me over, my ass out for Andriy to rub and slap gently, to mark their territory.
No doubt these two were a team, and it was obvious to me that this wasn’t their first time working together to seduce a girl. The fact that they were so obviously in sync turned me on further and my pussy was dripping with sweet juices.
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