Dorm Dare Novels & Stories

Ethan Ford’s dare was: [Choose any girl here and kiss her for three minutes. Make sure it’s a French kiss!] The next second, Ethan’s eyes fixed on my girlfriend, Clara Sutton, who was sitting beside me. Everyone followed his gaze. Among them were glances eager for entertainment. Reason told me Clara would never agree. She was always so fastidious. But my emotions tightened like a coil, my right hand clenched into a fist. Ethan strode straight toward me.

They pout looking at dance floor with orange juice in their hand and he is sitting in middle of them like a father keeping his eyes on their little naughty daughter. An evil idea come on Lilly mind as she spill some juice on her dress and leave for using washroom but not before winking at era and lilly. They both understand and spill their drink on their dress too. "Shit my dress" , Era said jumping from stool in extra dramatic tone and they both leave. Damian look at them in suspicion but ignore as they are always clumsy. He got a message from his team that they are celebrating so he made his way towards them not before waiting sometime for the girls to come but they didn't.

Who would have thought he wanted to have fun? “We should play truth or dare,” Marvin suggested. "How we’re we in middle school?" Dante asked and that's when I noticed he was in the room, to kill my mood. "Shut up Dante, unlike other people with better ideas ... Are they?" Marvin asked and no one answered so he started, "Truth or dare Magnus Jordan?" "Dare, the facts are for cats." The men all laughed. "Oh well I hope you choose dare. I dare you to hmmm ... naked and run out to the backyard and jump in the pool," Marvin dared me.

Yet, deep within his eyes, there was a flicker of annoyance at the fact that I'd ruined his fun, along with smug delight. I slowly lifted my head and released Cindy Hurst, the intern I'd just kissed. Like a startled deer, she stumbled back a step, covering her mouth. Her cheeks were so red that they looked like apples. Without looking at her, I slowly wiped the corners of my lips with my thumb before turning to Whitney. In an eerily calm voice, I asked, "Aren't we playing Truth or Dare, Ms. Stuart? I chose dare, so I picked someone to carry out the dare with. What's wrong with that?"

I say, my voice small but steady. His smirk widens. “Take off your panties right here and hand them to me. No hands under the dress.” My face burns with embarrassment. Everyone is watching. But my pussy clenches hard at the idea. I stand up on shaky legs, reach under my short dress, and slowly slide my already damp panties down my thighs. I step out of them and hand the soaked black lace to him. The room cheers. The dares get dirtier fast. A girl is dared to sit on a guy’s face for a full minute. Another guy is dared to finger his girlfriend in the middle of the circle while everyone watches.

We spent hours in bed, making love slowly, talking about the future, promising each other we would survive whatever came next. As she fell asleep in my arms, I held her close, knowing the formal would be the real test. The night everything could either come together or fall apart completely. SAMANTHA’S POV The night of the formal arrived with nerves and excitement battling in my chest. I stood in front of the mirror in Wesley’s flat, wearing the black dress he had bought me. It hugged my curves perfectly, the slit showing just enough leg to be elegant but daring. My curls were pinned up, my makeup subtle but glowing.

During the short course of his training, he had made three partners hospitalized and beaten one into full withdrawal from the academy completely. He snickered as he walked forward. With the smiled that said I wasn't just another partner. I was his next victim. I forced myself to move to the center of our assigned training ring. My feet felt too light as I walked, too unsteady. Liora stirred inside me, restless, simmering with anger. She had always hated to be intimidated, but this was a very bad time for her to show it. Damon cracked his knuckles as he rolled his shoulders. “Heard you were the new one,” he said. His voice was low, amused. “Let’s see what you’re made of.”

Tone: Fast-paced / Playful yet provocative / Steamy and daring / Light-hearted with erotic tension / Flirtatious Genre: Erotica / Steamy Romance / Erotic New Adult Romance / Contemporary Romance / College Romance / Lust-Driven Romance / Forbidden Romance / Quick Heat / Group Dares & Sexual Exploration / Short Reads/ Steamy Fiction / urban Tropes: College Dares & Games / One-Night Stand / Friends-to-lovers / Enemies with Benefits / Sexual Awakening / Instant Lust / opposite attracts --- CHAPTER THREE A game of Truth or Dare was the beginning of it all. The lights were dim. A Bluetooth speaker in the corner pulsed music. In the basement of the dorm house, bodies were spread out on mismatched c

But as the alcohol flowed and inhibitions lowered, the questions and dares got progressively more intense. Someone was dared to make out with a stranger for thirty seconds. Another person had to confess the wildest place they'd ever had sex. A girl was dared to remove her top and dive into the pool topless. Through it all, I kept stealing glances at Drasa, watching her reactions. She looked simultaneously fascinated and horrified by what was happening around her, like she couldn't believe she was part of this scene. When the bottle spun and landed on a guy, he immediately chose dare with the kind of confidence that suggested he'd been hoping for this moment.

Later, in the dark, he traced the welts on her skin with apologetic fingers. “We’re burning out,” she whispered. He didn’t answer. Just pulled her closer, as if he could fuse them together and stop the spiral. The next dare was scrawled on the bathroom mirror in her lipstick, bold and red. **Dare #11: Confess to Mom. Tell her what her stepkids do when the lights go out.** Alex stared at the words until they blurred. The game had always lived in the shadows; this would drag it into daylight. She wiped the mirror clean with her sleeve, leaving streaks like blood.