I dare you. Three words that will make a teenager do just about anything you want them to. Of course when you go out to bars with fake ID hoping to meet interesting older women you don't realise this. Or a thousand other things. But you'll learn.

Warnings: This title contains exhibitionism, masturbation and bad language.

Word Count: 4,994

EXCERPT:

Once unfastened my bra hung on my nipples for an obscenely long time and I had to shake it free with my dance moves. "Turn the heating up," cried Kelly as she saw my nipples were erect. Her hands might have been stayed but not her tongue. I blushed and chewed on imaginary gum as my hands instinctively went to my chest. The intro to Twilight Zone by Nebula-H built up, I stood stock still in my pants with my hands on my ribs. I was thinking at some level, but arguably I wasn't really thinking at all.

With a move I had practiced a hundred times in front of the mirror I pulled my shorts down to within a millimetre of the top of my slit. Now my underwear was little more than a safety net cradling crack and hole. I walked right up to Kelly's crotch and turned round, dancing a bit more and squeezing my ass, felt her breath on the base of my spine. It was time to perform without the safety net.