Acid Love- Mina Ashido WLW Story

Chapter 2: Truth or Dare?

WARNING: SMUTTY CHAPTER

Mina is holding my hand again as she pulls me towards the dorm building. Miraculously, we somehow became bunk-mates. She explained that usually people who sit together in homeroom bunk together. She unlocks the door with her key and presents the room to me.

As soon as I step in, I'm bombarded with pink. Her favorite color is the color of her hair and skin. Go figure. There is leopard print everywhere, and even hot pink wallpaper. In comparison, the other side of the room--the bed on the far wall-- looks utterly bare. Luckily, I'll have time in the coming weeks to decorate it however I would like. Black is my favorite color, so I think it will be Gothic style, somewhat like Tokoyami's, whose dorm we saw earlier.

I wheel my luggage over to my bedside and begin unloading my clothing into the dresser pushed up flush to the footboard. I hear Mina pad up behind me.

"Can I help you unpack?" She asks. My heart gives a tiny leap.

"O-oh, yes, you can if you'd like. But don't feel obligated," I reply with a quick smile. She smiles back as she leans down to grab some shorts and put them in the drawer beside where I'm organizing my trousers and skirts. Her shoulder brushes mine in the process, causing goosebumps to shoot down my arm. She leans down again, this time coming up with the only lacy bra-and-underwear set I own. My eyes widen.

"You know," she says with a smirk, "I didn't peg you for a lingerie set type of chick, but I will say it's a pleasant surprise." I half-suspect she can hear me gulp as she gingerly places the undergarments in the top drawer of the dresser.

A couple of minutes later, we're finished.
"Okay, I'm going to change into my pajamas, be right back." She grabs her clothing from her dresser and heads towards our shared bathroom, shutting the door behind her. While she's inside, I decide to do the same and change into my pajamas. After seeing the lingerie she wears on a daily basis, I won't deny that I'm trying to impress her a little but when I change into a lacy camisole and basic black shorts to match.

She comes out of the bathroom a minute later, and my breath catches in my throat. She is wearing a cropped, lacy tank top and short-shorts set, in pink of course. The tank is low-cut, so much so that I can almost see...

I shake my head to snap out of it as she turns her back to me to place her soiled uniform in the laundry basket beside her bed. Oh gods... those shorts cover nothing.

"Okay," she exclaims as she turns around, "we have to do something to commemorate your first night here!"

"Oh, I mean I don't really have any ideas-" I begin.

"I do!" She interrupts, "what about... a game? Like truth or dare?" Her face is hopeful. I suppose this could be interesting.

"Okay, how about it!" I beam.

"Okay," she gestures to the ground between our two beds, "sit, sit." As she sits, I see her breasts shift, and try my best to avert my eyes.

"Okay, I'll go first," she offers, "and I will start with the easy questions." I give a thumbs-up and she continues, "Okay, truth or dare?"

I consider for a moment, before answering with "dare." She grins.

"Okay, I dare you to wear that lingerie set tomorrow." I can feel my face flush.

"O-okay, I will. But how will you know?"

She laughs, "Well I could take your word for it... or I could," her eyes meet mine, "confirm." The energy in the room just got more precarious. I laugh nervously.

"You can take my word for it... or, you know." I clear my throat awkwardly, "Anyways! Truth or dare?"

"Truth," she answers quickly.