By: Awkwardnot
“Mom, am I not old enough to stay at home by myself?”
“Well technically yes, but-”
“But what? I’m not going to burn the house down or something. I usually just go over to Dakota’s and play Black Ops anyways, and his parents are there.”
My mom sighs, obviously annoyed with my questions.
“Look, Brandi and I are going to take up jogging for the summer over at their place. You know her daughter, Raegan, the one who’s a year above you? We just thought you guys could have fun hanging out as well, like a playdate.”
“A PLAYDATE?!”
“Okay maybe that was the wrong word to use. Look, Raegan has a really hard time making friends so we’re going to use this time for you two to get to know each other, hang out, and maybe help improve her social skills.”
“Mom, she doesn’t have any friends cause she’s kiiiinda a... you know... a bitch.”
Mom cuts her eyes at me, raising a hand in preparation to backhand me from the driver's seat.
“Language. It’s not up for discussion anymore. You WILL play nice with her, or I will take your games and computer away when we get home. No arguing, no tattle telling, nothing. Got it?”
I roll my eyes and huff, resorting to looking out the window. “Yeah, I got it. Play nice, be besties, make friendship bracelets, etc etc.”
She perks up from winning our argument, “Good, that’s what I like to hear. I promise it won’t be that bad. We’ll be there soon.”
In short, my mom has decided to pick up her annual get fit trip, where every summer she goes off sun tanning or jogging or Zumba. In all honesty she does this for a month then drops it. I give this one 2 weeks max. She’s doing this one with her old best friend Brandi, so I would say it lasts until they run out of gossip to talk about.
Unfortunately, Brandi also comes packaged with a daughter. Raegan.
Raegan is an absolute terror. She always has been. Terror isn’t the right word though. A conceited bitch? That might be a little better. I’ve known her forever and have quite literally never seen a shred of compassion or decency behind her eyes.
I went to one of her birthday parties as a kid and she quite literally cried to her mom that her presents sucked and she wanted better ones, why did they invite poor people who bought toys from dollar general? Normal kids would have been smacked in the mouth for a comment like that.
Wouldn’t you believe it, she took her to the mall after the party to go pick out better ones. At one of my own parties, we had a pool. She wanted the goggles another kid was wearing and when he didn’t fork them over, she stood on his back the next time he went underwater and ripped them off him. The kid almost drowned and cried that she was the culprit. All she had to do was bat her blue eyes to the parents and say, “I didn’t know, I thought we were playing a game. I hope he’s okay.” They folded right there, and nothing was done about the incident.
This isn’t the first time our moms would hang out either. Every once in a while, we would go over so they could go get wasted on wine and I was forced to awkwardly sit in the corner of her room as she pretended I didn’t exist. I would usually just wait out the night, head home, then forget about her. I imagined today would be no different.
As we grew up, nothing really changed with her demeanor.
The only other thing I remember with her is she would wear her socks for weeks at a time. I heard at school that another girl on her cheerleading team made a comment in the locker-room about her poor hygiene, so she waited until they were alone in the locker room and shoved her into a locker, taking her socks off and forcing them into the poor girl’s mouth. She held her in the locker until she apologized. Granted, this was purely a rumor, and it was never proven because the girl was too scared to come forth to anyone about it. But I certainly wouldn’t put it past Raegan.
The list continues. That was years ago though, it’s very possible she matured since then. Worst case scenario we sit around and watch tv in silence until our parents get back, or she sits in her room on her phone and pretends I don’t exist, just like old times.
We turn onto a dirt road and drive straight for about 5 minutes past cotton fields, corn fields, trees, and the occasional trailer until we break into a clear opening. Her house sat on the hill at the very end of this dirt road. Looking around the area it actually looks pretty peaceful. A wide-open yard big enough to ride fourwheelers around, a horse stable out behind the house in a pasture, and if I remember correctly there used to be some trails out behind the house you could ride bikes through. If we don’t get along, I could always stick around outside by myself and make my own fun here if I get bored watching tv. I remember walking through the cornfields as a kid “accidentally” losing her anyways. That trick probably would still work.
Mom pulls the car up to the house and puts it in park. I go to get out when she grabs my arm.
“Look at me. Remember. Play. Nice.”
“As long as she’s told to do the same, I’ll manage.” I fake a smile and step out, making my way to the front door.
Brandi greets us at the front door, arms open for a hug. “Hi guys! Oh my goodness I have not seen you in forever Lee, how are you? How is school? Have you been treating your mom well? You’ve grown so much!”
She continues bombarding me with questions as I sheepishly answer that I’m doing fine, school is great, so on and so on until my mom finally walks up to take the attention away from me.
We slowly migrate inside the house as they continue chatting away. The living room has a large plush couch with a 70-inch tv on the wall, something we could never afford. Definitely where I plan to spend the majority, if not all, of my time.
The house is decorated in a general theme that you would expect a southern white woman who frequents hobby lobby to style it as. Out of place wagon wheels, a sign in the kitchen that says “No bitchin in my kitchen.” And don’t forget more live, laugh, love pieces than I can count on both hands. Yeah, there is a reason her and my mom get along. I make my way towards the couch and prepare to sit down.
“Oh Lee, Raegan is back in her room. Why don’t you go say hi to her? Maybe you guys can find something fun to do today!”
“Fun, yeah sure,” I scoffed under my breath.
I make my way down the hallway until I find her room. Of course, she has the largest room in the house, her mom settling with one of the smaller sized rooms on the opposite end of the house and leaving her daughter to take possession of the master bedroom with the attached bathroom. I think back to the birthday party and wonder how much she had to cry to get her way with this as well.
I knock on the door before pushing it open, “Hey Raegan, what’s up?”
She’s laying on the bed mindlessly scrolling through her phone for a second when she looks up, actually acknowledging my existence.
“What are YOU doing here?” Her words dripping with venom.
“Well, my mom is apparently going to try and start jogging with yours and figured we could hang out in the meantime.”
“A fucking playdate? Really? Do they think I’m 5 or something?” She rolls her eyes and resumes scrolling through her phone.
Honestly, I feel the same. I try to barter with her to find some common ground though.
“Look, I’m not happy about it either. I have so many better things to do than pretend to be friends with you. But they want us to play nice together, or mom takes my shit away. It’s just for the day. So how about this? I stay in the living room and watch tv or whatever, you stay in your room, and we never interact with each other. Then when they come back, we pretend we played board games, watched a movie together, whatever to keep them off our asses. Deal?”
Raegan glares at me, looking for something hateful or bitchy to say to me, but resides to huffing as my idea does make the most sense. “You make a good point. Fine. If they take the route they usually do they’ll probably power walk for 3-4 hours before they come back. I’m sure I can manage going that long pretending I give a shit about you.”
I roll my eyes, “Fine. Whatever works.” She turns away from me and lays on her stomach, going back to scrolling through instagram like every other girl our age. As I go to leave her room I take a look around. It’s messy, with dirty clothes strewn everywhere. Workout clothes and cheerleading uniforms in one corner, her entire closet of shirts thrown over a chair, a desk filled with every brand of makeup product you could possibly buy. She has her own flatscreen in her room with an Xbox too. I feel a small twinge of my hatred towards her. Honestly, it’s just pure jealousy that she gets everything she could ever possibly want, while my mom and I barely scrape by on some months. My eyes continue scanning the room as they go over Raegan. Long blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and from my angle I see her volleyball shorts covering a decently sized ass. I know it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other but I didn’t think she would actually get... hot? No, shake that thought out of your head. She’s a complete bitch, looks do not make up for that. Anyone can look good in a pair of spandex anyways, that’s nothing special.
I think Raegan felt me looking around a little too long because she clears her throat. “You can leave now, thank you.”
“Oh right, my bad. I’m gone.”
I walk back to the living room to see our parents still chatting it up.
“Well? Whatcha guys gonna do today?”
I lie straight through my teeth, “we haven’t decided yet. We might play some board games or go hike through the trails or something. We’ll figure it out in a little bit. “
“That’s great! I was really scared you guys would already be at each other’s throats. But maybe this will pay off. We’re heading out now. We’ll be back in a couple hours.”
I wave them off as they head down the road. I watch them for a minute and know in my head there won’t be a single step of jogging. I laugh and turn back inside, taking my place on the couch.
I turn on the tv and scroll through the channels, eventually settling for Ridulousness, MTV’s only show that plays anymore. Better than nothing.
A couple minutes go by when I hear movement from the hallway. Raegan emerges from the depths of her lair and walks by to head to the kitchen. I try to avoid eye contact but manage to sneak a peek at her. From what I see she stays physically fit; she is the head cheerleader on her team after all. Which is ironic given she is the direct opposite of what I would call “peppy.” She had on a workout shirt with the sleeves cut out and down the sides with a sports bra on. I could tell she had at least a C-cup for sure. I would dream about motorboating those on literally any other girl. She heads to the kitchen, rummages around for a minute before coming back with a bag of chips in hand. As she walks back by, I get to sneak a peak at the back of her to confirm my suspicions.
And it looks like I was wrong. She actually does have a really nice ass, spandex or not. I could barely have fit each cheek in my hand. Her spandex was definitely almost too small for her, resorting to wedging deep between her crack. I raise an eyebrow at what I’m seeing and linger a little too long looking as she goes by.
Fuck, she really did get hot. I could see how a guy might actually be able to put up with her shitty attitude just long enough to get something out of her. Not me though. I’ve seen waaay too much of her shitty side to even contemplate that thought. She tried to kill a kid in front of me. What would she do to me?
I’ll just make do with looking at the menu for now.
About 30 minutes go by before I hear steps from the hallway again. Raegan comes out and plops down on the couch on the other end from me and lets a deep sigh out.
“I’m bored.”
“I’m sorry? I am too. What do you usually do for fun?”
“I don’t know, usually we go to the mall on the weekends or something but that’s obviously out the window. I’m bored of scrolling through my phone and nothing good is on tv.”
“Okay, what am I supposed to do about it? We agreed to avoid each other, remember?”
“I know I know I just figured maybe we could actually play a game or something.”
“A game, really? You want to whip out monopoly, maybe sorry?”
“Fuck no, board games are for old people who want to pretend they have fun.”
“Uh okay. You have an xbox right? Got any good games?”
I mean yeah I do. But I was thinking something different.
Maybe something like truth or dare? “
Oh, I know that is a bad idea with her. I can feel it’s a bad idea and she has something scheming.
“Truth or dare? I don’t really know about that, that’s usually played with more people, it would be kind of lame just the 2 of us don’t you think?”
“Nah it would be fine. I promise!”
“I don’t know Raegan, I would really rather just watch tv and stick to our original agreement.”
She stands up, “okay that’s fine, I won’t push you. I guess I’ll just have to tell our moms that I tried to be nice and play with you but you shut me down and refused to hang out with me. You said you would rather watch tv than hang out with a bitch like me. It’s gonna be a shame when she takes away all of your stuff because you couldn’t play nice with me.” She walks slowly with her hands behind her back toward the hallway, giving me time to contemplate.
Deal with the pest now, or spend my summer with my stuff taken away? Is it really a choice? She has my hands tied and she knows it. Home field advantage for sure.
“FINE. Fine. I’ll play your little game.”
She squealed and jumped back on the couch. “Yay! Here’s the rules to MY version of truth or dare. We play as normal. You’re allowed to deny answering a truth or a dare, BUT if you deny 3 turns then you lose and have to do anything the winner wants for 30 minutes. And I mean ANYTHING.
If you choose to pass, your turn gets skipped and you must go a second time. You can’t ask the exact same dare twice in a row or truth in a row. And if you can’t finish a dare that also counts as a strike. You also can’t choose truth more than twice in a row to try and avoid a dare.
Also, if you don’t do what I say when I win then I tell our parents how mean and awful you were to me, so I think you know this isn’t negotiable.” She smirks at me with a devious glint in her eyes.
Damn, she really thought this game out.
I’ve never really played truth or dare with a girl before, so I assume she’s probably just going to try and ask me really embarrassing stuff to further degrade me down the road with, which is why she is putting this rule in place. Whatever, I can deal with that I guess.
“Okay, little weird to be that extra about it but whatever. I guess you can go first since it's your house.”
“Good observation loser, alright. Truth or dare?”
I decided to go easy on the first one. “Truth.”
“Have you had sex yet?” Jesus, right out of the gate with that one.
“No, haven’t even had my first kiss yet.”
“Really? Wow I knew you were pathetic, but I didn’t think you’d throw that in. I feel kinda bad for you.”
“Oh shut up, it’s perfectly normal. Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“What about you? Have you had sex yet?”
“Me? No I’m not some whore. But I have at least had my first kiss unlike you.” Well, she has me beat there. I feel like this is just some game to hurt my feelings in her spare time.
My turn comes again. “Hm, dare.”
“Oh, I dare you tooooo...” and she runs back to her room really quick before coming back with a hand behind her back holding something.
“Toooo smell my sock.” She holds a single sock in front of my face. I can see where it used to be white but has now reverted to some kind of mix between grey and brown. God knows how long she had to have worn that thing.
I grimace, knowing that this isn’t going to be pleasant. I lean forward and press my nose against the sock and take the smallest sniff possible. Even with the most minimal smell my senses were flooded with pure sweat and BO. My nose hairs were singed from the smallest exposure and my fight or flight response kicked in immediately.
I jump back, “Holy fuck, how long did you wear that?!”
“A couple weeks or so, I don’t really know it was a couple months ago. I left it at the bottom of the pile of laundry for a while, so that definitely didn’t help. Also that was NOT enough you have to smell it!” And she shoved the sock back towards my face aggressively.
“Oh hell no. You said smell it, I took a sniff, almost died, end of story. You did not put a time limit on sniffing. She raised a finger to argue, before realizing I was right, she did only tell me to smell it.
“Hmm, yeah you are right. I’ll let this one go.” She threw the sock on the cofee table before sitting back, smirking. “Go ahead, I choose truth again.”
Fuck, I’m kind of bad at this stuff, coming up with questions and dares on the spot. I don’t really care to know anything about her. I’ll just throw something random out for the time being.
“Umm, do you have a crush on anyone?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“Who?”
“Nope, only one question at a time you know that. Truth or dare?”
I decide to push my luck with another question. I would rather get my feelings hurt than compete in another round of the sniff-lympics.
“Truth, okay. Is it true you were staring at my ass as I walked by earlier?”
She looked at me sweetly and innocently, as if this was just a perfectly normal question. Me on the other hand, I was sweating. Did she see me? How did she see me?! Or is she just assuming because she’s a girl walking by, I was staring. That has to be it. I’m not going to admit to something like that.
“No.”
She makes a buzzer sound, “oooh sorry about that buddy. That was a lie, I SAW you. Maybe if you wasn’t so fixated on my ass you would have seen me looking back at you. I mean, I wouldn’t blame you, I worked hard to get this cake,” she says as she slaps her own ass.
“You should have told the truth. Lying counts as one strike against you. I forgot to mention that in the rules. Sorryyyy.” Fuck, she got me there.
“And since that’s a strike, that means I get to go again. Truth or dare?”
This game seems to be turning into a lose-lose situation no matter what I choose. “Dare.”
“Ooh getting brave are we? Okay, I’m going to reward you with your first kiss.”
“Wha- what? What do you mean?”
She stands up and pushes me back, standing in front of me like she’s about to mount my lap. My heart starts beating faster. There's no way, there’s no way.
She turns around and instead mounts my lap backwards, bending over with her arms on the coffee table in front of me.
“I hope you didn’t just get your hopes up. No, I dare you to kiss my ass.”
I jolt back in disgust. “What the fuck Raegan are you kidding me?”
“Nooope,” she coos as she sways her ass back and forth, a foot from my face. “I thought a kiss on the cheek would be the most appropriate for your first kiss. You can even choose, left cheek or right.”
I’m mesmerized as I watch it sway side to side. She’s bent over in front of me like a cat getting ready to pounce on its prey. On one hand, that’s her ass. Only God knows how bad it would smell down there is she treats it the way she treats her socks. On the other hand, I have never been this close to a girl’s ass before. It’s almost... inviting.
No, you’re being outrageous. Not with her, she will make you regret feeling that way.
Still, I have to kiss it. This can’t be that bad. I decide on the right cheek.
“Fine, I’ll kiss the right one.”
“Oh, one more thing. You have to hold the kiss for 5 seconds. I have to really feel your lips on it.”
I roll my eyes and pucker my lips, leaning forward slowly as I watch her globes grow closer until my lips finally rest on her asscheek. I feel my lips press further into it, like burying my face into a firm pillow. Raegan giggles. “Congrats on your first kiss loser. 1....2.....3...”
I hold my breath as I kiss, being careful not to take a sniff in this close to her... I don’t even want to think about it. I know she’s counting painfully slow on purpose.
“4.............. 5............. aaaand you’re done.” I remove my lips and gasp for air.
“You didn’t have to hold your breath you know, you only had to kiss it.”
“I know I just... never mind. Truth or dare?”
“Hmm, I’ll say dare this time.”
I wonder if this would work...
“I dare you to go back to your room and leave me alone until our parents get back.”
“Hm, nah I’ll pass. I choose truth this time.”
What?! She just throws a pass like that? Damn, she really must be bored, or she has something more planned.
“Why are you actually playing a game with me?”
“I told you loser, I was bored and thought it would be fun to make you squirm like the little insect you are to me. Truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
“I dare you to smell the inside of my shoe for a full minute.”
“Raegan come on, that’s disgusting, and you know it.”
“Oh, what’s that? You’re refusing the dare and want to take a second strike?”
“I didn’t say that come on just, fuck. Whatever, bring me the shoe. You have to put an actual timer on this time on your phone cause I know you cheated when you were counting last time.”
“Okay okay, that’s fair enough, I’ll use a timer. Here’s your shoe.”
She slaps her foot on the table and notice she’s been wearing Uggs this entire time.
“Uggs? In the summertime? Are you a maniac or something?”
“What? They’re comfy so I like to wear them around the house. Mom complains about my socks stinking up the living room so I have to keep them contained somehow. How about you stop questioning my shoe choice and get to sniffing like a good doggy.” She takes off her Uggs and stretches her toes.
“Aaah, fresh air. That feels so good. Okay here you go. One full minute, no breaks. I want to hear you sniff it or it doesn’t count.”
She hands me the shoe and sets a timer on her phone. I take a big deep breath and bury my face in it. She starts the time.
My plan is to hold my breath as long as possible before I have to smell it. I can quite literally feel the heat radiating out of the freshly worn fur boot. It tries to seep its way into my nostrils, taunting me, letting me know that it will be here ready to assault my nostrils the second I take a break.
“40 seconds left, I know you haven’t taken a breath yet Lee. If you don’t smell my shoe before the minute is up that’s gonna be a strike against you for sure.”
I close my eyes, shaking from anticipation. Fuck, I know this is going to be bad.
“30 seconds.”
I’m running out of time.
“20 seconds.”
And air. The longer I wait the bigger breath I’ll have to take.”
“10..9..8..”
Fuck it, I have to commit. I go to take a small sniff like before, just loud enough for her to hear, but I accidentally waited too long and my body decided it needed more air than I was willing to give. I deeply inhaled the interior of her shoe against my own will and immediately started gagging.
I fell to the side and dropped her shoe to the floor. It smells like a sweaty gym rag that was left at the bottom of a locker and used for someone to only wipe their sweaty feet and pits on every day for a year without washing it. How the fuck does something smell that bad? I could only imagine when she showers, she puts her feet in plastic bags to keep them fresh for her own personal stench. I don’t see another way someone’s feet reeks like this, and they do nothing about it.
I laid on my side coughing for a minute before I finally managed to compose myself. Raegan sat there patiently waiting for me to finish my charade.
“Are you done yet, you dramatic little bitch? Good, sorry to tell you this bud, but you didn’t make it.”
She turns the phone to show me the timer was stopped at 4 seconds.
“Rules stated if you didn’t finish a dare then that was a strike against you. And I worded my dare exactly, you had to smell my boot for a full minute, no breaks. You didn’t even smell it for a minute, but I was courteous enough to let that pass as long as I heard at least one sniff. But then you dropped it with 4 seconds left on the clock. Tsk tsk. Guess it’s my turn again. Truth or dare?”
Fuck, 2 strikes already. That meant that I have to do anything she says or else I’ll have to do anything she says. It also means I can’t mess up on any dares either. When are they getting back to save me from this mess?
“Truth. I pick truth.”
“Oh, playing it safe. Smart boy. Is it true you find me attractive?”
“Oh uh, I mean. You’re not ugly that’s for certain. It’s just...”
She raised an eyebrow as I stumbled through my words.
“I mean, you’re attractive I just don’t really like your personality, I guess. But looks wise yes.”
She pondered over this for a minute, before shrugging her shoulders. “Fair enough, you were honest. I choose dare.”
“I dare you too...hm...” I guess I could give her own medicine, I don’t really have anything I would feel comfortable making a girl do.
“Smell my armpit I guess?” God I’m lame. Why don’t I dare her to kiss me for real or something?
She leans over, takes a quick sniff, and leans back. “Done.”
“Wait hold on that’s no fair you-”
“You said the rules yourself. You didn’t state times or anything specific. You just said smell it. Truth or dare.” Fuck, bested by my own words.
Without thinking I blurt out, “Truth.”
“That’s twice, next time is an automatic dare. Why are you so scared of me?” Crap, I didn’t even think to contemplate that. I’m stuck doing whatever she wants into matter what I choose next time.
“I’m not scared of you, I just think you kind of have a really shitty attitude. You’re mean to practically everybody. You literally tried to drown a kid at my birthday party!”
She shrugged her shoulders, “kid should have given me the goggles when I asked, what’s there to say.”
“That’s exactly it! You can’t bully your way to getting what you want Raegan. That’s the whole reason our parents set us up to hang out, because they’re scared you can’t make friends because you bully them all.”
“I’m a bully? Really?” She glared at me, but knew I was telling my truth. She set back, and said “okay, you’re right. I might be a bully. I guess I’ll just have to work on that. I choose truth.”
“Why are you so mean to people?”
“Well, I guess... I don’t know really. I grew up a single child so I never really had to share, kinda got everything I wanted when I asked, and none of the other kids really treated me that same way though. So thinking back on it, I probably was so mean because most everyone didn’t have anything to really offer me.”
She sat there with her hands on her chin. I think I struck a deep nerve that actually made her come to the realization of her own actions. Maybe us spending time together could possibly change her for the better.
“See, that’s progress. I didn’t mean to be hurtful with my truths, but it helps me to see why you felt that way. Maybe we can actually be friends and work on that together?” I put my hand on her shoulder as she looks up. For a brief second, I see a softness behind her eyes, a glimmer of hope. But no sooner that it appeared was it replaced with a dark look of deviousness.
“Enough truth, it’s time for your dare. I dare you to lay your head down on the couch and be my seat.”
“Wait, is that a joke?”
“Do I look like I am joking? Sit on the floor, put your head down on the couch, and let me sit on your face.”
“How long?”
“Ehh, let’s say 5 minutes.”
“5 minutes?! Are you crazy? That’s way too long, you’ll smother me!”
“Oh calm down no I won’t I’ll let you breath occasionally I promise. If I killed you, I’d get in trouble, and I don’t think I could bat my eyes out of that one. I not too long ago, so it’s not like it’s going to smell that bad.”
If I don’t do it, she’ll just force me to do it after she’s won anyways and I won’t have a choice. She says she showered at least, so it could be worse I guess. All I have to do is lay there and hold my breath, breathe when she lets me, repeat. Don’t psyche myself out, she wouldn't hurt you.
“Fine,” I mumbled.
“Really?!” She excalimed. “I mean, good choice. You know you didn’t have one anyways. Get down in the floor.”
I slide down onto the floor and lay my head in the space between 2 cushions on the couch. I stare up at the ceiling fan, counting down the seconds I have left with my face remaining unviolated.
Raegan takes her position above me, placing a leg on each side of me. I stare straight up as her ass fills my entire vision. I see nothing but the dark abyss between her asscheeks. She grabs her waistband and forces them up further, wedging her spandex between her ass cheeks before grabbing her cheeks and spreading them. I see straight between her crack as she slowly descends upon me.
I just barely hear her comment,
“Sniff my ass like a good doggy, bitch”
My face is slowly swallowed by her ass. She lets go of her cheeks, letting them slap on either side of my face.
I see nothing but black with a huge weight on my face. I try to wiggle my head side to side, but I can barely move it less than an inch. The weight isn’t terrible, almost comforting till I try to take a breath in.
That’s when I realize I can’t breathe at all. My nose is wedged so far up her ass there isn’t a pocket for air, and my mouth is forced shut underneath her private area. When I came to this realization I immediately started freaking out.
Holy fuck, she’s going to kill me! I frantically started kicking my legs and clawing at her thighs to get her off of me, but she effortlessly grabbed my wrists and pinned them to her sides.
“Fuck dude, calm down. I’ll let you breathe in just a couple seconds I promise.”
I stop kicking and whimper. I’m not claustrophobic but not being able to see or breathe is more than just a little discomforting.
“1...2...3...4...” She begins counting. What is she counting to?
With every number my lungs burn a little more. I push my legs in a struggle as I pray for a breath.
“9...10! Okay big breath, you’re going to need it!”
I feel a weight lift off of my face and I finally see light. Raegan lifts her ass off of my face, but just barely an inch. My mouth is still shut underneath her, but she gives my nose just enough space between her asscheeks for some air to break through. I sniff greedily, lungs burning intensely.
My nostrils are filled with a deep earthy smell mixed with sweat. I know she hasn’t showered in the past day or so. I gag a little at the smell but I know I can’t afford to be picky. I take as big a breath as possible unaware of when she is going to close off my lifeline.
“Times up!” and she slaps her ass back down on my face, separating me from the real world once more and demoting me back down to a cushion.
I count in my head this time, hoping I can take my mind off of being smothered underneath my childhood nemesis’s ass. Around 40 I start to struggle a little bit. I don’t exactly train myself for breathholding competitions.
At 50 I start tapping her thighs, trying to convey that I’m running out of air.
That's when she slowly starts counting again. “1...2...3...”
She’s waiting until I’m at my very edge before she takes it a step further, to ensure she gets her maximum torture out of me. As she edges closer to 10 I’m practically clawing at her thighs again.
“10...11...” I immediately start bucking, fighting for my life as I try to pry her the confinement of this flesh prison away from my face.
“Okay okay! I was just teasing you, here, breathe it all in.” She lifts her ass back off of me as I stop struggling, resorting back to huffing every ounce of air I can get. At this point, the smell is nowhere near as bad. Am I beginning to enjoy it, or am I just that desperate to survive I can block out the pain my nosehairs receive from her BO? I contemplate this for a moment as I continue sniffing.
Survival, survival definitely is the answer. Ass or not, no one could enjoy this torture for real.
For now just breath. Deep breath in...and out...in...and out-
“Times up! Back in you go!” Raegan completely caught me by surprise and slammed her ass back down on my face as soon as I exhaled. I immediately realized I had absolutely no air to survive off of. This fucking bitch, she had to have known what she was doing.
I frantically slap at her thighs after about 20 seconds trying to get her attention.
“What? I gave you more than enough time to breathe. Is my ass just that astonishing it managed to take away your breath or something?” She cackled at her own sick joke.
This was not a laughing matter for me though. My lungs are on fire, and I know I won’t make it. I grabbed at her thighs, tried to pry at her asscheeks to give myself a millisecond of air, but her full weight pressing down on me made it near impossible. It doesn’t help I’m a scrawny limb without an ounce of fat or muscle on me.
She effortlessly grabbed my hands and held them to her sides, rubbing her ass side to side on my face, really grinding in the pain and helplessness I felt.
“How about a deal? You lose this round and agree to do anything I say until our parents get back, and I’ll let you breathe. Or you can last 30 seconds till I let you breathe again. Just tap once to agree. I’ll count for you though if you actually think you can make it. 1...2...”
There is no way I can make it, my lungs are already screaming at me. But if I give in the things she’ll make me do could be way worse than this. She could have been bluffing about the whole 3 strikes thing as a way to force me into doing her dares too. Is that a gamble I really want to take?
“10...11...”
I start to feel lightheaded, and see spots of light in my vision. I’m going to passout, I haven’t had air in over a minute. But I’m so close to making it.
“18...19...20...”
So...close...just hang....
Once more against my own will, my body acts on its own. I tap her thighs in defeat in exchange for air.
“That’s what I thought. Soak it up while I prepare to make you my bitch. You’re gonna need it.”
I barely hear her taunts as the weight is fully lifted off of my face. I gasp like a fish out of water. Air has never felt so fresh and beautiful, unspecially when it isn’t tainted by the confines of someones asshole.
I lay down across the couch, not quite at my senses yet as I enjoy my temporary freedom. I genuinely think she would have tried to kill me if I didn’t tap. She’s the same sadistic ass bitch as ever. I am not letting my mom talk me into coming over here ever again, she can take my shit for all I care.
As I lay on the couch, I hear footsteps and metal jingling. Before I can react, I feel a weight on my back.
“Hey what the fuck are you doing?”
“You lost remember? I didn’t expect you to hold up your end of the deal without a struggle though so consider this...” and I feel her grab my hands and force them behind my back and throw something cold around both my wrists.
“As insurance. You’re going to be my bitch until they get back, and I want to make sure there is nothing you can do about it.”