Strip or Dare - CHAPTER 34 THE END (UPDATED 11/29/2020)

Chapter 7: The Rules of Adam

Allison

"Where are you taking me?!" I shrieked hotly at my bestfriend who had turned her deaf ears on me as she pulled me into somewhere. We rounded into a corner near the freshmen locker rooms, her heels making noisy clunking sounds as she strutted confidently along the corridors. I kept pulling my wrist, trying to free myself from his death grip but he was stronger and taller than I was. As we turned to another corner, she had finally stopped on her heels and turned to face me. "Simon's going to ask me out, Mische! What the hell!" I hissed.

She pulled me into the lockers as the bell rang signaling the end of lunch time. Within minutes, the corridor was swarming with students, boys and girls in their backpacks, happily chatting and bantering playfully with each other. One of them had stepped painfully on my toes and hadn't bothered to apologize. I sighed furiously.

"He was just going to drag you into some freak show his org had organized." Mische answered nonchalantly. "Besides, I had asked him out for you." he added sweetly, putting perfectly manicured hand on my shoulder. "You can find yourself a sweet spot and snogged him there, Ally. What's the point of going with him if you can't kiss the hell out of him, right?"

I looked helplessly at Mische. It's her special day tomorrow but knowing that Wild Adam would also be there turns my stomach into water. Really, who would have thought? The prudish Allison Richards easily fell for his charms, succumbed easily to his kisses and let him fuck her to King's Landing.

Mische seemed to have read my mind. She raised a brow and frowned.

"You're thinking of not going to my party, aren't you?" she asked certainly, giving me a stern look.

"Look Mische, midterms are coming and I'm really not doing well on my Philosophy class." I said dubiously, knowing it was more of an excuse than a fact. But I really had to read notes and get ready for midterms and try to pushed my little sexcapade with the soccer star player at the very back of my mind.

My bestfriend crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes suspiciously into slits. Well, she wouldn't be called my bestfriend for nothing.

"You're making that up, Ally." she whispered, looking hurt. Beads of sweat had lined her forehead. Her breathe smelled like strawberry. Must be the lip-gloss she wears. "It's my birthday tomorrow and you're going to my party whether you like it or not. And we're going to shop for dresses today! Isn't it fun?" she squealed, tugging my arm excitedly.

"But-" I started to protest but she cut me off.

"You only have Philosophy classes during Wednesdays." she said, smiling victoriously at me. I only shrugged in response. When did she had time to memorize my schedule? I thought, letting her drag me out of the building by the arm. We padded the concrete ground, ignoring all the people around us - slurping their diet cokes with books propped open on their laps, trying to study. We kept treading the school grounds, reaching the parking lot where her red convertible stood out among the old and rusty Toyotas. It squeaked as she held out a tiny black thing which automatically unlocked it.

Five minutes after and we were on the road to Glassham City Mall, the biggest mall in the whole city. Even people in Newley came in here very often to shop as it houses almost all the signature clothing stores. Dolce and Gabbana for example was in the third floor, and then Chanel was just at the second, it was convenient for people to just take the escalators rather than cross from street to street for their fashion finds.

"Mische." I whispered, my hands tightening inside the pocket of my jeans. "I don't have any money with me."

She flipped her hair as he looked over her shoulders, straight into me.

"Don't be silly, Allison." she said, her million-dollar smile plastered on her pretty face. "I didn't bring you here to make you pay." she added, holding my hand. "I'll be paying for whatever that'll suit you. Your presence in my birthday party would be the greatest gift you could offer me."

I nodded guiltily. Mischa Campbell was undoubtedly rich. What with her parents and older brother being big time lawyers sought by the richest families in every city. She was expected to follow their footsteps someday but it seemed like Mische had no interest whatsoever in the field of law. She likes breaking the simplest rules in driving, and on having the loudest parties until sunrise.

I opened my mouth, possibly to try and bail myself out of her party but Mische squealed in delight as we entered her favorite clothing store and I was left sighing to myself.

Adam

My chest heaved up and down as I panted, collapsing on the empty space on my bed. China, one of the cheerleader captains in school purred discontentedly, laying a hand on my chest, obviously asking for another round. Fucking nympho, I thought as I felt my cock going flaccid. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and looked at her entire nudity. Big tits, brown nipples, tight ass, warm cunt.. She could have been perfect with her smoky almond eyes and sultry voice but there was something wrong underneath it all. And I know what that was. I still want that girl I fucked last night. Holy shit, I've never wanted someone twice.

I climbed out of her bed which was a bit small for both of us to cuddle and fuck do I cuddle. Washing myself, I stared my limp cock, taking off the condom and throwing it down the nearest bin I could find in her equally small bathroom. My poor dick, I thought wistfully.

I heard the door groaned as it opened. China poked her head inside and narrowed his eyes seductively at me.

"Want to go another round?" she asked, faking a seductive voice it was beginning to annoy me.

"No." I answered shortly, walking past her. I gathered my clothes which were thrown hastily to every parts of her room, zipping my jeans the moment I got hold of them. China harrumphed loudly for me to hear. Well, damn her. I've had enough sex for today.

"Adam-" she started but I cut her off.

"You know the rules, China." I said sternly, grabbing my jacket, walking towards the door.

Rules? What rules? I thought, smiling toothily at my own stupidity. Three years ago, when I was in Grade 11 or something, one cannot simply deny that I was the object of most women's desire. Loads of years on the soccer team had made my body more muscular, more sculpted than anyone in my year. That's when I discovered my hidden talent of pleasuring women. With my first girlfriend. I think her name was Trish or Tris or something that sounded close to those names. She was my sex-ed teacher, my first ever sex experience. She thought me how to lick a pussy, determined which finger and how many fingers to use and when to stick my dick inside. It was a personal sex education class. Now, during those years, teen pregnancy was prevalent and I wasn't ready to father a baby so I made three rules for myself.

The first rule is to always keep condoms wherever I go even if my cock says it's not in the mood. You can never really tell. The second rule is to know who to poke my stick with. Carly, a class A prostitute in my eyes, (No offense meant Carly!) could never ever touch me with a ten feet pole even if the world starts to end and I had to see my little replicas before I die. Just no. The third rule is to never have sex with a woman twice. Once is enough, twice is too much. So the saying goes.

Didn't I screwed up those rules last night?

I believed I did. The problem is, I wanted to screw her again. Maybe in the back of this car or in the front or in the kitchen or in the garden. Damn, I thought, my hands tightening around the steering wheel. I was really itching to call Mische and ask for her bestfriend but seeing as we don't know each other, I figured out another way to get to her.

Tomorrow. In class. Or tomorrow night at Mische's birthday party.