I Dare You

Summary : Sharon is  a 13 year old girl who wants to explore exciting lesbian sex and has found what she thinks is her route. The website “I Dare You” is, she thinks, her gateway to experiencing new sources of pleasure. (g mast)

Sitting outside the coffee shop I keep tapping my foot and glancing at my watch. Okay she’s only 5 minutes late but I’m eager to get home and fire up my computer using what she’s supposed to be bringing me. I take a sip of the latte I bought; I had to buy something or the waiter would likely have chased me for occupying a seat and not buying anything. Becky surprises me by arriving from the opposite direction I expected her to arrive from; and lets me know she’s here by tapping the back of my head and then sliding into the seat facing me.

She’s holding a brown envelope in her hand and slaps it down on the table.

“Okay kid it’s all in here but remember we have a deal.”

I reach across for it but she flattens her fingers on both the envelope and my fingers as well.

“Like I said we have a deal don’t we Sharon?”

I move my hand away and lean back in my seat.

“Yeah look I said yeah, I agreed, what else can I say?”

“Remember I’ve given you the way in but you try to back out and I can fuck you up online where you’re planning on going.”

I lean forward again right up close to her after glancing around to make sure nobody is sitting near enough to hear me speak.

“The deal is I’m your fuck buddy in return for what’s in the envelope but only if it works Becky.”

She grins at me and winks.

“Oh it’ll work fine baby. I’m the best at what I do and don’t you forget it. Oh and remember I get two cracks at you not one. Now when can we get it on first?”

I look her over while I’m thinking things over. She’s a tall girl, probably early twenties, which makes her around ten years older than me. Her hair’s coal black, cut short, and gelled into spikes. She’s wearing a long sleeved black sweater, skin tight black leggings, and some sort of clunky big black boots. Over the sweater she has on a leather vest with loads of pockets and of course that’s black too. What she doesn’t seem to realise that being her “Fuck Buddy” as she put it to me is cool with me. I mightn’t be quite 14 yet but I’m into girls and her being a young woman is just as fine with me.

“Okay Becky I reckon there’ll be nobody home but me all Saturday so if you come around after say 9 A.M. we’ll have as long as you like. But ring me Friday to make sure”

“Uh huh baby no way I’ll be going to yours. Even if it’s a million to one against I don’t want mummy or daddy walking in on me and her sweet innocent daughter in bed together. You come to mine okay?”

“Fine with me but you’ll have to pick me up if that rattletrap Volkswagen of yours is running.”

“It’s running fine so that’s a deal and a date baby. I’ll be there Saturday morning early so you be ready you hear?”

She slides her long legs out from under our table and moves alongside me. Under the table her hand drops onto my knee and then slides up my thigh a little way.

“I’m looking forward to this honey so do NOT let me down.”

She squeezes my thigh, winks at me and turns away to go.

“I made a deal and a deal’s a deal Becky!”

She glances over her shoulder, winks at me again, and sways away on her long slender legs. It would be really easy for me to open the envelope and start reading now but I’ll wait till I’m home alone. I scoop up my book bag from under the table and slip the vital envelope full of information into it. Standing I push back my chair and head off to catch the bus home. When I let myself in mum’s scooting around like a hornet grabbing her car keys, shoulder bag, and jacket.

“You’re late love where’ve you been till now?”

I dump my bag on the floor and slip my school blazer off to hang it up in the hall.

“I did some extra study work before heading home mum.”

“Do you know Sharon I never thought I’d ever say this but too much work and studying is as bad as too little; take some time to have some fun love.”

“Don’t worry about me mum the extra work means I’ve no homework to do tonight so I’ll take a break. What’s your shift?”

She’s looking a bit harassed as she slips her I.D. on its strap around her neck; mum’s a civilian police employee who works in their radio control centre.

“Well it’s a shift and half really love. Marie Cooper’s pregnant and she’s having dreadful morning sickness so they asked me to cover half her shift and then my own. Dave Rogers is covering the first half. You’ll be asleep by the time I get home so I’ll see you in the morning. Oh and your dad rang and his job’s still backed up so he won’t be back home till Thursday. There’s a chicken casserole in the oven for your tea; bye love I’ve got to go now!”

“So Dad’s home Thursday and Friday and working the weekend then?”

“Yeah it’s a pain but extra cash and that always comes in handy. Bye-bye love.”

So that works out perfectly. Mum and dad both at work on Saturday leaving me free for paying off Becky. That casserole can wait so I lower the heat and scoot upstairs to my bedroom. Undressing I dump my school blouse, panties, bra, and socks, in the laundry basket and tug on an outsize tee shirt; only then realising I’ve left the envelope in my bag in the hall. I rattle back down to collect it and then after a few seconds thought click on the front door lock so that if by some really long odds mum comes back she can’t walk in on me.

Back up in my room I fire up my best laptop. Not the one mum and dad bought me and which they can look at anytime they like. This one is the one I saved up for, bought, and then customised and upgraded. I’m good with computers. No false modesty at all about that but Becky Ryder is on a different level where computers are concerned which is why I needed her. I open the envelope and slide out the print out. The first thing I read from Becky is a warning.

“I hope your firewall and antivirus is top notch because where you want to go there’s a lot of nasty stuff hanging around. Good luck, enjoy, and see you in bed soon!”

She needn’t worry about that though. I got my AV and firewall from a guy who does security for banks and big business so it’s almost military grade. If anything can get through it where I’m planning on going then it will have to be better than anything I’ve ever come across. I start to follow the route that Becky’s laid out for me! I could probably, one day, after a lot of work, find my way into or maybe onto where on the “Dark Web” I want to be in time. However Becky’s map means I can get to my destination a whole lot faster.

I’m looking for something, somewhere, a place I’ve heard whispers about, and now I’m on my way I’m excited. My heart and my pulse rate have speeded up as I type away and make occasional clicks with my mouse. Then I’ve arrived at my target’s bull’s-eye! The site heading reads.

>>“Welcome to “I Dare You” please follow our instructions.”

The first thing is clear and simple enough. It reads “If you’re a member log in. If you’re new to the site click here!” So I click and get taken to a new page. This time things are getting interesting.

>>“Welcome to “I Dare You” and if you’ve gotten this far you know what this site is about. Membership is free but now you must fill in our online form.”

Now this part is easy enough and it only asks general questions not like your home address say. Though I type “Collingwood” as my home city. I tick my sex as female of course and preference as lesbian and the age part is interesting.

“We have no upper or lower age limits. If you’re 6 or 60 we don’t care as long as you’re willing to take on a dare.”

That’s cool enough with me and when it asks for a phone number [ “Optional” it says ] I type in the cheap “Burner phone” [ Like they say in movies ] number. I’m not worried giving it since I bought it for just this sort of reason. Things get even more interesting when I get to the part I’d heard rumours about.

“This site is dedicated to daring sexual matters. For you to be accepted as a member we require a video from you to prove you’ll take on our members dares. You can upload your video via this link here.”

I’ve thought this over in detail before Becky got me my pathway to this place and I’m linked to this site via a proxy server so they won’t be able to trace me back to my laptop. I’ve also got a brand new Email address which will also run through the proxy to protect me from any attempt to investigate me. Until I’m ready to trust the site that is! I may be young but I’m nowhere near stupid; there are some crazies out there in cyberspace! So now for the fun part I’ve gotten lined up.

I set up the video camera and focus it on my bed and then strip off my tee shirt to stand naked. I dig out of a drawer a prop for my video. It’s a fancy masquerade mask that goes across the nose and cheeks and has sort of delicate flexible antenna rising from it. The face of the mask is covered with sequins and diamantes. I slip it on and settle on my bed. A glance at the monitor screen makes me hop off again and adjust the focus till I’m satisfied with it. Back on the bed I make sure the mike is working too so I can be heard.

Then I hop off again for my second and important prop. Back on the bed I check out the picture focus yet again and finally start the record function. I reckon I’ve got a nice body. It got better when I hit a growth spurt and my chubbiness turned into a good curvy shape. I’ve got good boobs but better than good boobs I’ve got great nipples. They’re long, thick, flat ended, and get really big when I get turned on. So first off I take a hold of both nipples and start tugging on them and twisting them.

In no time at all they’re swelling up and getting way hard. Once that’s done I lick a couple of fingers and begin rubbing my crease, slowly at first, and then a little faster. My nipples are throbbing and my pussy is tingling and getting wet. I’m breathing faster and my heartbeat is rising as I slip a finger inside my slit. I’m getting really wet and turned on now and barely thinking about this being recorded. Fumbling with my other hand I get a hold of that “prop” I’d laid on my bed just out of camera range.

It’s my rechargeable electric toothbrush fitted with the smallest head I could buy in our local chemists. When I click it on there’s a buzzing sound like a wasp’s in my bedroom. Gently pinching the top of my pussy lets my clit button slide out. My clit isn’t long but it’s quite thick; like a little pink bean! Gritting my teeth I press the brush head down on my clit.

“Ooohhh Oh, Oh, Oh God!”

If I’d had any intention of “faking it” for the camera I forget it as the bristles rotate over my hard clit. I’m making noises mainly not using words; and it’s mixed in with gasps and me panting as I head for a big fast cum. I can’t take any more of the brush so I move it away and push two fingers into my wet pussy to fuck myself. Seconds later I buck and bounce on my bed and cum way hard. When I stop breathing hard I ease my fingers out of my crease. They’re dripping wet with my creamy juice.

I snap the toothbrush back on and press the head down on my clit again to go for a second timer. This time, despite the mad heat of it, I keep the brush’s head pressed in place and I cum so hard my head spins and I’m splayed out moaning with delight. My pussy’s seeping dribbles of white cream and if the camera’s caught that clearly then yay for me! When I get up off the bed my legs are shaky and my pussy’s sort of glowing from those cums. My clit feels tender but I’d do that again any time.

My first stop is the bathroom to clean my pussy and my thighs and then, once back in my room, I halt the recording and run it back to the start. Just watching myself, doing myself, and then cumming, gets me turned on all over again but I stop myself grabbing that toothbrush again. I erase up to just after my second massive cum and then, since I’m still on the “I Dare You” site I upload the video before I lose my nerve. It’s only then that I realise I’m walking around stark naked but still wearing the mask!

I pack everything away and out of sight except the toothbrush. Before I swap its usual head back on I’m planning on trying a third bristle cum tonight. I’ve now two things to wait for. Being picked up on Saturday by Becky to settle my debt and checking that proxy Email account for some reply from the “I Dare You” website.

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