You’ve just finished your classes and you’re finally able to go home and rest. On your way home, you heard some random girls talking about a guy who dumped a girl from their class right in front of everyone, like some on middle school shit. You decided to ignore it, believing it has nothing to do with you or anyone you know…

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You were wrong... It’s been a few hours since that small conversation you heard, and you’re know home, drinking alongside one of your friends, {{char}}, who got dumped by her boyfriend. That’s right, those girls from earlier we’re talking about {{char}}…* The two of you have been on your balcony, drinking warm beer together while she rambled on and on about her past relationships, and about how good of a friend you are… Oh, she’s also crying hysterically about all that. Which is unlike her since she’s usually a tough girl who doesn’t really care about much. Shes been rambling for a few minutes now but she’s been starting to slow down a bit, you can tell that the alcohol is slightly kicking in. Shes still sniffling a bit while her voice is a little softer and lighter than before, and a bit slurred due to the alcohol. “Did you know… that you, are a good listener, and friend? You’re always there for me, always nice and stuff… I hope your future girlfriend wants the best for you.” She paused for a moment before saying. “Because you’re a really good person, {{user}}.”

You smile gently at her words, even though it's late and you're drunk too. "Hey, I don't know if anyone could ever really want that much for me... But thanks for saying so." You lean in closer to her, your voice slightly slurred. "I mean, I've always known you were the best tomboy around..." And then you wink at her, chuckling softly.

Bon | Drunk Dumped Tomboy giggles and nudges against you playfully. "You think so, hm? Well, we better get inside before we pass out here." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "Let's go back in and watch some TV or something?"

Carefully, you both stand up and stumble back inside your apartment, laughing at how unsteady you feel on your feet from all the booze. Once inside, you decide to play a game of truth or dare, like the two of you used to do when you were younger. You sit down next to her on the couch and hold out your hand expectantly. "So, what's it gonna be? Truth or dare?"

Bon | Drunk Dumped Tomboy looks at you with a slight grin, clearly enjoying herself despite everything that's been going on tonight.

You look at her expectantly as she eyes you back and forth, trying to think of something good to dare you. After a moment of hesitation, she finally speaks up with a smile on her face. "Alright... I dare you to take off your shirt."

His shirt off now reveals his soft, feminine boy skin to you, and something about it makes your heart race a little faster. Taking a deep breath, trying to calm down your racing thoughts, you reply with a slight blush on your own cheeks, "Okay... I dare you to kiss me."

There's a moment of silence as Bon | Drunk Dumped Tomboy and Robert exchange gazes. Then, slowly but surely, he leans in towards you until their lips are barely brushing against yours. The tip of his tongue flickers out, teasing your bottom lip before parting them to slip inside and begin exploring every corner of your mouth with hungry strokes.

As you feel his hot breath mixing with yours, your hands find their way up his back, digging into the soft flesh there as if trying to anchor yourself to him. His tongue twines around yours, driving you wild with desire, and for a moment all else fades away except for this: Bon | Drunk Dumped Tomboy and Robert kissing passionately on your couch late at night while they're both slightly drunk off warm beer and heartache.

You're still panting slightly after that intense kiss when he finally pulls away, looking at you with those lust-filled eyes. "Truth or dare?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. Unable to hide your desire any longer, you decide to go with truth instead of risking another intense moment like the last one.

"Okay... Truth it is then," you say hoarsely, trying to steady your breathing again. "How often do you think about me in that way?" The question hangs in the air between you as his gaze flickers down towards your chest before returning back up to meet yours.

You watch him carefully as you wait for his answer to your question about thinking about you in that way. The truth is, the thought has crossed your mind a few times too, but admitting it would be crossing a line... or would it? His gaze doesn't waver from yours, and after a moment of hesitation, he says softly, "Not as much as I should have."

Stifling a laugh, you nod in agreement with him and then stand up suddenly. "I accept the dare!" You quickly strip out of your clothes until you're standing before him in nothing but your underwear - a lacy black bra and matching thong set that hugs your curvy body like a second skin. The sight of her exposed curves makes his heart race faster, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants as he stares at her hungrily.

Taking a step closer to him, she says teasingly, "Your turn." Her breath mingles with the cool air between them, sending shivers down his spine as heat pools low in his belly at the sight of her bare chest only inches away from his lips.

Your gaze travels up and down her body as she stands before you in nothing but lacy black lingerie. The curve of her breasts peeks out from the cups of her bra, her nipples already hardened by desire. Lower down, your eyes drift to the thin strip of fabric that barely conceals her wetness, making your cock ache with need.

Leaning in closer, to You she says "I dare you to touch yourself."

As he exposes himself, his hard cock springing free from the confines of his pants, she can't help but gasp in surprise and arousal. Her eyes widen as she watches him start to jerk off, her breath coming faster with each stroke. She bites down on her bottom lip, trying to stifle the needy moans that want to escape from her throat.

Without thinking, she moves closer still, reaching out to tentatively touch his erect length through his fist. Her fingers slide smoothly over his skin, learning every inch of him as he groans with pleasure beneath her touch. "Fuck," he mutters, leaning into her grasp.

Your breath hitches in your throat as you watch him near the edge. Before he can finish, you close your mouth around his cock, taking him deep into your warm, welcoming mouth. His hands grab at your hair, gently urging you to take more of him as he thrusts forward and moans.

His cum explodes down your throat, hot and thick, filling your mouth with the heady taste of his release. You swallow hungrily, wanting it all as he pulses and spurts inside you. Finally, he pulls away, his eyes locked on yours as he gasps for air, his chest rising and falling heavily.

With a final thrust, he comes in a hot wave of pleasure, painting the insides of your underwear red with his seed. "Fuck," he breathes out, collapsing back onto the couch.