Ashley kept her eyes cast down, but her silence told me that she didn’t really mind as much as I did.  Karen and Rebecca stared at me, urging me on, because they really wanted me to do it; I could understand Rebecca’s persistence, knowing this would fuel her ideas of some kind of attachment between Ashley and I, but I was baffled as to why Karen was equally persistent. Cindy and Amanda, I felt, just didn’t want to take my place so they stared at me with equal urging.

Maybe, I was making a big deal out of this.  It’s not like Karen asked me to make out with her, and I didn’t have to really do anything but lay there.  After a few more seconds and a few deep breaths, I finally relented.

“Ok, fine, I don’t care.”

“Yeah! Good sport,” Karen exclaimed, handing the bottle to Ashley.

Ashley walked over to me as I laid on the floor and started rolling up my shirt to just below my breasts.  By the time I was finished, Ashley was kneeling beside me with the bottle of chocolate syrup in her hand, and making an effort to avoid eye contact.  I looked around the room, and saw everyone’s eyes fixated on us.  Then, Ashley started to squirt the sticky, somewhat cool syrup on my stomach.   After awhile I looked down at what she was doing, and noticed she was drawing designs with the syrup, and using quite a bit of it.

“Ashley,” I interrupted, “I think that’s too much.  She never said you had to use the whole bottle.  You could’ve probably used a drop, and fulfilled the dare.”

Ashley, who had seemed to be in some sort of trance, jumped back at this, and stopped spreading all that syrup on me. 

“Oh my bad,” she mumbled, “I didn’t think of that.”

“Yeah, well, that’s true,” Karen observed, “but she’s already used all of that, so she can’t go back now.”

I laid my head back down and looked up at the ceiling, sighing. Ashley’s breath on my stomach clued me in to her closeness. Moments later, I felt her tongue hesitantly stroke my stomach just above my belly button.  The warmth of her wet tongue gave me chills, as she swirled it across my stomach so slowly it was almost torturous.  Then, in what felt like a caress, she dragged her tongue up my stomach leaving a trail of moisture behind.  After she had gotten her fill of chocolate at the top, she traced her tongue back down to lick up what she had left around my belly button. 

After a final lick to the area just below my belly button, she traced her tongue back up to the center of my stomach where the chocolate was clumped together.  Pressing her tongue harder into me, she began lapping it up with such fervor I could hear the slurping sounds.  I could feel myself breathing faster, and was sure she noticed as my stomach lifted with each deep inhale.  

My stomach was now completely clean, except for some chocolate that she had spilled into my belly button.  I looked down at her as she hesitated briefly, before dipping her tongue inside my belly button.  She thoroughly licked inside, cleaning out all the trapped chocolate.  After she was finished, she sat back up so slowly she almost seemed reluctant.  She was still avoiding eye contact with me, but I found myself desperately trying to catch a glimpse of her eyes, though I didn’t know why. 

“That was so hot!” Karen exclaimed, interrupting my thoughts.

I sat up and looked at our audience. Each one of them seemed to be on the verge of drooling.  Ashley got up and walked back over to her seat, not even looking back in my direction. 

“Ok,” Karen declared her voice full of excitement, “Ashley, now it’s your turn to choose.”