“Dare,” I said. It wasn’t like I had anything to hide so it would be no fun if I copped out and went with truth.
“I was hoping you would pick dare,” the guy grinned. I didn’t know him personally but had been to enough parties in the past three years to know that his name was Chip and was somewhat of a troublemaker.
Perhaps picking dare wasn’t such a good idea after all, but it was far too late for that now.
“What’s the dare?” I asked, preferring to rip off the band aid in hope of soothing the sting of whatever horrible dare I had no doubt he planned for me.
“When was the last time you had sex?” Chip asked with an excited grin on his face.
The group participating in the game split up. Some laughed at the absurd, direct question, while others were confused. I was a mix of both.
“I chose dare,” I reminded him.
“Yes, I know. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” Chip shrugged. “But I promise it has something to do with the dare. I just want to get some context in case this’ll be a waste of a dare.”
I was very aware that many pairs of eyes were on me right now. I had no trouble telling everyone here that the last time I had had sex was earlier this week. However, there was a particular pair of eyes boring into the side of my face that stood out from the rest.
I didn’t need to glance over at Riccardo to know that he wasn’t a fan of this question. He probably would have preferred if I didn’t answer it, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.
“I had sex on Tuesday,” I told him, struggling to hide the way my lips twitched, threatening to turn up at the corners into a large smile.
“I was hoping it would be recent,” Chip grinned, his eyes lighting up. “Okay, I want you to call the person you last slept with and tell him that his dick was the smallest you’ve ever had.”
I liked to think that I wasn’t phased by much, but this dare had my lips parted in shock. I blinked at a very excited Chip, looking awfully proud of himself as he was congratulated by many for coming up with such a great dare. It took me a few moments to register what he had dared me before I reached for my phone.
“I don’t have his number, but I do follow him on Instagram,” I said as I turned on my phone and clicked on the app.
“Call him on Instagram!” Chip was quick to demand of me. “And put it on loud speaker so we can all hear.”
This was a bad idea. I knew this was a bad idea, but there was no way I could back out of the dare now. Not when I had already committed.
Massimo hadn’t come to see me the next day like he said he would. He hadn’t read my message on Instagram, and he most certainly hadn’t replied to me. That made it painstakingly clear to me that he simply wasn’t as interested in me as he had made it seem before we fucked. It was a dick move from him and I was annoyed and hurt, but it also wasn’t the worst thing in the world.
Regardless, I refused to make excuses for him and if calling him to say that he had a small dick was my dare, then I looked forward to getting my small form of revenge on him. Hopefully it would make me feel better.
I was careful to keep my phone to my chest so my nosey friends couldn’t see Massimo’s profile. I would never be able to live it down if they were to find out that I had fucked the Mancini Mafia boss at work, and then pined over him because he didn’t come see me the next day like he said he would.
I chuckled nervously to myself before biting the bullet and pressing the call button. Just as Chip had prompted me, I put my phone on loud speaker and waited for him to pick up.
The circle was deathly quiet as my phone rang.
Once. Twice. Three, four, five and even six times, but Massimo still didn’t pick up.
I couldn’t help but purse my lips in distaste as I listened to it ring.
“He’s not going to pick up,” I groaned, moving my thumb to hover over the red button at the bottom of my screen.
“Let it ring for a little longer,” Chip urged me, but he looked kind of deflated.
“I think you should just hang up. It doesn’t look like lover boy is going to pick up anytime soon,” Riccardo piped up from beside me, his voice a little too strained and bitter to be casual.
“No,” Chip shook his head.
“We’re just wasting our time,” I groaned. “It’s been ringing for so long already. I don’t he’s going to pick up.”
“Maybe we can try again later?” Chip suggested and I nodded, moving my finger to end the call.
Miraculously, just when I was going to press the button, the ringing stop and a loud gasp sounded from the other side of the circle.
“Ciao, Cara,” Massimo’s husky voice sounded on the phone for all to hear. I blinked as I stared down at the phone, but was too in shock to bring myself to say anything. “Cara, are you there?”
“I’m here,” I murmured in a small voice, still reeling at the fact that he had picked up the phone.
So, he could accept my call, but he couldn’t reply to a simple text? What was up with that?
“Can you hear me, Cara? You sound kind of distant,” Massimo said, the slight background noise sounding like he was driving. So, he had time to talk on the phone and drive, but not reply to a single text message from me?
Wow…the more I thought about it, the angrier I got. Massimo deserved so much more than simply being told he had a small dick.
“I can hear you,” I murmured once more before clearing my throat. “Sorry for calling you like this but there’s something that I wanted to tell you.”
“No need to apologise, Cara. I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately,” he told me but if he truly wanted to see me, then he would have dropped by Starbucks. He wouldn’t be waiting to tell me after I had called him. “What did you want to tell me?”
I inhaled deeply before grinning evilly. Massimo deserved this for being a dickhead, and I was going to enjoy every moment of it.
“I wanted to tell you that not only do you have a small dick, but it’s actually the smallest dick that I’ve ever had. Possibly even a micro penis.” I added that last part just because I could.
I didn’t need to glance up to know that everyone was struggling to hold back their laughter. I was in the same boat.
“Anyway, I have to go so I’m going to hang up now,” I told him, laughing between the words.
“Not so fast, Cara,” Massimo was quick to call out to me, sounding more amused than angry like I had hoped for. “Let me get this straight,” he mused aloud. “You called me tonight, at nearly midnight that I have the smallest dick from all the guys you’ve been with?”
“Yes,” I answered, but wasn’t nearly as confident as I was mere moments ago. Massimo was going somewhere with this and I was almost afraid to find out where.
“I have to tell you, I’m a little disappointed that you didn’t call me for a booty call but anyway, you’re lying.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because you weren’t complaining of my micro penis when your eyes were watering and you gagged from just how deep down your throat it was,” Massimo chuckled, the sound deep and throaty. “In fact, my cock was so deep down your throat that you couldn’t speak at all, so I’m really interested to hear where this sudden complaint has come from. Will you please enlighten me, Cara?”
I gasped loudly and in all my shock, my thumb pressed down on the red button to end the call before Massimo could say anything else that would infringe me further.
I had never been one to blush, but I could feel my face warming up on this occasion. I wasn’t embarrassed. I was just very shocked at the way Massimo had just outed me like that.
After the initial shock had worn off, I threw my head back and laughed. I couldn’t believe that had just happened!
Massimo was still a dickhead, but he had gotten me good there. I had to give him that.
“That has to be one of the best dares,” Chip laughed, looking very happy for himself.
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” I chuckled and glanced around the circle to pick a perfect stranger for truth or date. They chose truth and I asked them where the wildest place they had ever had sex before. I had lucked out as they gave us a semi-detailed description of the time she sucked her boyfriend off under the desk while he spoke to his mum about what they would be having for dinner that night.
“Why does his voice sound so familiar? Tia leaned over to ask, an inquisitive look in her eyes and I could tell that she was wracking her brains to put a name to the voice.
“I don’t know,” I shrugged, lying.
“I thought you said he wasn’t a customer.”
I was a little torn there. I didn’t want to lie to my friends, but I also didn’t want to tell them who I had slept with that day. Since nothing was coming of it, what was the point?
The attention was taken off me when Riccardo abruptly stood up, mid-game. He didn’t look or say anything to me, a sullen expression on his face as he marched away from the circle.
“You should probably go and talk to him,” Tia murmured, her lips pursed as we both watched Riccardo go.
I groaned but reluctantly stood up. I understood why Riccardo would be upset but then again, I didn’t owe him anything, so I wasn’t sure why he had chosen to take this so personal.
Either way, I couldn’t bring myself to feel bad for sleeping with someone earlier this week. Especially not when it had been – and would probably forever be – my most memorable and pleasurable sexual encounter of my life.
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