A tale from krisnjamie.  This is a work of fiction, enjoy it or not but
don't get heated.  It involves themes of a sexual nature.  Some of those
themes may sit uncomfortably with you.  If in doubt don't read it.

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Goldie Lox & The Three Dares

"So it's all agreed then" asked Chantelle 

Amy and Goldie nodded wordlessly and the three teens broke into giggles.

Chantelle recovered first.

"One dare to rule them all" she laughed.

The trio had been firm friends since meeting up at the school two years before. Despite apparently different backgrounds they had very similar temperaments, excitable, energetic and brash. Seven or eight months ago the dares had started. Initially they had been small inconsequential dares around the school and the town they lived in. As is the way with such things and such girls the dares had steadily escalated into something altogether more risky and risqué.

"Right let's get on with this" interrupted Amy "We each write down one dare and then one of us gets to do all three."

"Yeah" agreed Goldie "but don't make your dare so hard that you won't be able to do it yourself!"

"And the queen of dares holds the title for 6 months?" queried Amy

The other two nodded. 

"And during that time only she can issue dares t the other?" Amy went on.

The others nodded again.

"But" emphasised Chantelle "the queen has to do all three dares within a week."

"umm but the others have to help where they can right?" asked Goldie.

More nodding and giggling as pens and paper were passed out.

"Sorted?" asked Chantelle a few moments later.

Amy and Goldie nodded.

"Right we each cut the cards. Lowest cut gets to do the dare" instructed Chantelle.

Amy went first and cut a Queen and immediately allowed a broad smile to creep over her features.

Goldie cut a 9 and groaned. The groan got louder as Chantelle drew a King and Goldie was officially named as queen in waiting.

"So" started Chantelle "What did you dare yourself to do G?"

All her friends called her G. Even her parents had realised the monstrosity of her full name as she grew up, Goldie Flowing Lox, and they too called her G.

In fact G suited her full name quite well. 

She was tall and slender with long flowing blond hair, usually tied in a pony tail. Her facial features were sharp but attractive and her vivid green eyes glowed with the life force within her. At 13 her body had started to develop, her hips had widened just a little, her breasts were slowly blossoming and she had become adept with a shaver where it mattered.

To date her most daring dare had been a naked dash around the outside of Chantelles' house a little after 1.30 am the previous Saturday. She had found the dash less difficult than actually taking off all of her clothing whilst her friends watched but had returned to the back door of the house exhilarated and unseen.

Now G looked at the notepaper before her.

"Shit!" she hissed "It says ..... Lose your bikini bottoms in the pool and get that cute lifeguard, Mike is it? To help you out."

Amy and Chantelle roared their approval.

"My turn" quipped Amy and G and Chantelle turned to listen to her part of the dare. "You have to allow yourself to be caught and touched up by the old perv in number 14."

"Bitch" hissed G as Chantelle fell about.

The "old perv" was a Mr Patterson a resident in a residential home that all three of the girls volunteered at. Mr P was well known amongst the staff and the girls had been warned not to allow him to back them into a corner and preferably not to be alone in a room with him.

"What do you have in mind?" G asked Chantelle sullenly.

Chantelle grinned at her friend. "We all knew that being crowned Queen of the Dare would be a toughie" she offered "My dare is for you to join the under 15 football team in the showers after a match. You wear a bikini and have to get one or more of them to wash your back."

"Jeeezus!" squealed G "How do I even get into the changing rooms?"

"That my dear G is not my problem" smiled Chantelle. "So, do you accept your challenge?" she added formally.

"Of course" snarled Goldie

"So what's up first?" asked Amy "You choose the order."

Goldie thought it through for a few minutes. "Well" she reasoned "It al has to be done in a seven day stretch." 

The other girls nodded. 

"The next home game is Wednesday" G went on "and we're due at the home on Monday so I guess we go swimming this afternoon."

Amy and Chantelle whooped and cheered and, eventually, Goldie joined in.

A few hours later the three girls were in a quiet corner of an otherwise bustling changing room.

"Pool's gonna be busy" announced Amy and got a "gee thanks" look back from G.

"Look guys" said G quietly "When I get my bottoms off I need one of you to smuggle the out of here. I can't lose them or mum might notice."

"No probs" agreed Chantelle. "I plan to be watching closely anyways."

The girls entered the pool area and Goldie scanned the surrounds.

"He's not here" she hissed

"Must be on a break" answered Amy "he usually does Saturdays."

The trio entered the shallow end and for the next few minutes became part of the general clamour of squeals and splashes. They also became targets for some of the local lads, most of whom they knew and some of whom were on the football team. (I should mention here that I a referring to what my American cousins call soccer. A team made up of 11 players and, usually, a couple of potential substitutes.)

Somehow they managed to disengage and dissuade the various boys and were huddled together in the middle of the pool area when Mike the lifeguard finally made an appearance. They watched him walk over to the raised seat, chat briefly to the girl on duty and then, as she wandered out of the pool hall, he climbed up to the elevated seat.

"Now or never queenie" chided Chantelle.

Goldie gave her a withering look but moved to the side of the pool and deeper waters.

Once in the deepest part of the pool she led the trio out towards the open water in the centre and positioned Amy and Chantelle between herself and the lifeguard station.

Goldie had been careful to think things through. The bikini that she had decided on was a simple affair in blue. It was oldish and least likely to be missed if something were to go wrong. More importantly, it was easy to get off.

Taking a deep breath G tugged at the ties on either side of her bikini bottoms, pulled the flash of material between her legs and scrunched it into a ball in her hands. Then she slipped the material wad to Chantelle and watched as her friend quietly stuffed it into her own bikini bottoms whilst treading water.

The next stage was the more awkward. Goldie needed a collision. Preferably an anonymous collision. She scanned the water accordingly.

"What we waiting for?" asked Amy

"An excuse" hissed G.

They didn't have to wait long. An impromptu race between some of the boys they had met earlier was coming up the pool. Grinning from ear to ear Goldie simply moved into the path of the flailing limbs. The boys all went around her intent only on their personal pride but Goldie chose her moment to let slip a high audible squeal which stole the attention of Mike the lifeguard as well as a few other pool users.

"She's actually blushing" hissed Chantelle to Amy as they watched the scene unfold. 

They watched as Goldie swam to the edge of the pool nearest the lifeguard station. They watched as she waved at Mike and the watched as he clambered down the short flight of steps and moved towards the girl. It was then that Amy and Chantelle swam over to be with their friend.

"there was a crowd, I felt a tug" they heard her say "I've lost my bikini bottoms."

Amy struggled to keep a straight face as Mike seemed, briefly, to lean over and peer into the water.

"I'll get one of the girls" he said

"No" snapped Goldie "It's kinda embarrassing - could we just deal with this quietly?"

Mike looked thoughtful, stood and moved off towards the lifeguard office. He returned a few moments later with a large orange towel and another, male, lifeguard in tow.

The other lifeguard took up position on the station but obviously wanted an eyeful of whatever he could get as well. Anybody choosing that moment to drown might not have been noticed.

"How we gonna do this?" Mike asked

Goldie pretended to think it through. "I'll go to the steps" she said indicating the pool steps a few feet away "and as I climb out you can hold the towel behind me."

"That er that doesn't protect you from me." He offered

"You're so sweet" gushed Goldie "I'd rather be flashing my stuff to you than everybody else in the pool huh."

"I guess" muttered Mike as he stood and moved towards the steps again.

Mike waited at the top of the steps whilst Goldie got into position with her feet on the lower, unseen rungs.

"Ready when you are" he said encouragingly.

"'k" replied G with a last scowl at Amy and Chantelle.

Mike watched as her lithe body slipped up and out of the water. He should have looked away or into her eyes but he didn't. Instead he watched the waterline. He watched as the blue bikini encased breasts slipped from the water and briefly marvelled at the rivulets slipping between the young girls cleavage before his attention was drawn to the firm stomach emerging below. When Goldie actually paused just before her hips broke the surface he almost shouted at her to get on with it. He didn't though. He remembered his training and her obvious age, or lack thereof, and briefly looked into her eyes offering silent encouragement.

Goldie smiled at him before his eyes left her face once more and she finally rewarded her rescuer by heaving herself out of the water for his eyes to feast on.

Mike managed to wrap the towel around the teen on autopilot. Even then he was a little slow to close the curtain up front and Goldie had to wait for him to finish gawping at her freshly shaved mound before smiling her grateful and embarrassed thanks.

The lifeguard put an arm around her shoulder, explained that he needed her to help with some paperwork and marched her off to the office.

This was unplanned. As far as Goldie was concerned the dare was done. Even Amy and Chantelle would have conceded that much.

Mike ushered the girl to a chair.

"Right, er Miss?"

"Lox" replied Goldie "What do you need to know for?"

"Well" replied Mike "the fact is that you might have been the victim of a assault and that needs to be reported. Even if there was no assault, there is the matter of your missing clothing and that will need to be returned when found." He smiled

"I really don't want this to go any further" whispered Goldie "I mean, I'm sure it was an accident and I'll be a laughing stock if it comes out. I wasn't hurt or anything."

"Are you sure? I mean you said you felt a tug, maybe you were scratched or bruised?"

"No honestly, I'm fine" she started before the bulb glowed brightly in her brain "you can check if you like, I mean, you are a first aider right?"

"Well" answered Mike "I suppose that I could check you over, unless you'd prefer that one of my female colleagues did it." He offered

"No" smiled Goldie weakly "let's just keep this as quiet as possible."

"Ok then" he tried to keep the joy out of his voice but failed to prevent his sub conscious rubbing his hands together in glee. "Best you stand up for me" he said as he knelt.

Goldie stood, still clasping the towel tightly to her body.

"We're gonna have to lose the towel miss, unless you'd prefer to do it the official way."

Goldie smiled down at him as she unwrapped herself.

Mike peered intently at her mound. "No sign of scratches here" he muttered "best you turn around for me."

Her eyes flashed wide and she fought back her anger as she turned slowly to present her firm butt to the gaze of the lifeguard.

She heard him stand.

"Just need to check for bruising" he hissed as his hands made contact with her buttocks. 

Goldie jumped a little.

"Any pain?" he asked as he massaged the firm globes.

"No, honestly I'm fine" she replied forcibly.

"ok nearly done, turn to face me."

"Bastard!" she thought as she turned slowly, deliberately keeping her anger from her face.

His hands stayed in place as she turned so that with minimal movement as she turned his finger tips caressed her thigh, abdomen and finally came to rest on her mound just millimetres from her slowly moistening lips.

"Just part your legs a little" he said looking into her eyes "don't forget you can still change your mind and make this official." He added

Goldie parted her legs and a hand slipped between her thighs finally cupping her completely.

"I think" said Mike as his hand started to gently rub back and forth "that you are fine and fit. No harm done." He smiled.

"Thanks" whispered Goldie slightly breathlessly "maybe I better go catch up with my friends now."

That hit him like a baseball bat. His hand withdrew whilst his other reached for the discarded towel.

"That's fine. Just pass the towel into reception as you leave." He blustered.

Goldie wrapped her body back into the copious orange towel, smiled her thanks once again and slipped out of the door and off to the changing area.

"He did what?" asked Amy incredulously "lucky bitch" she added as an afterthought.

On Monday the girls reported at the home straight after school. They had been volunteering as part of an enhanced reporting scheme every fortnight for the past 2 months. These days they were considered old hands and, broadly, left to use their time as they thought fit.

Amy went straight to the tv lounge, sized up the occupants and moved from one to the other chatting briefly, fetching water, tissues or nursing staff as necessary and generally being the ideal young visitor to the elderly members of the home.

Chantelle hit the gardens doing much the same thing. Both, of course, were looking for Mr Patterson to make sure that he didn't miss out on Goldie whilst she was tidying his room.

In fact there actions were rather unnecessary. Mr Patterson had been reading in his room, alternating his attention between the gardens, his book and, for a brief time, the girls leaving the school next door. He had visited the toilet and was now making his ay back down the corridor.

Goldie, anxious to give herself an alibi if found by anybody else, was bustling around the room, duster in hand, tidying as she went.

"Well, well" said Mr Patterson announcing his arrival. "Who do we have here ten? We have met before have we not?"

"Oh sorry sir" whispered Goldie "I didn't realise that you were using your room. I'll leave you in peace."

"Not at all my dear" said Mr Patterson "you are a delight to behold, stay and keep me company for a moment. What did you say your name was?"

"Goldie sir, but we're not supposed to be in residents rooms on our own."

"True, but I'm not going to bite you girl" he said as he carefully moved to block any exit.

Goldie managed a look of concern, if not fear and started moving, apparently aimlessly, away from the old man. The rooms were not large and she soon found herself between his bed and a wall as the elderly letch kept coming.

"Mr Patterson" she squealed quietly "I think I ought t be going."

"Nonsense my girl he replied as he pinned her against the wall his smiling face inches from her own. "Such a pretty girl, should I kiss you?"

"No. No sir that wouldn't be right." She whimpered

"Tell you what young lady" he offered as he pressed one forearm across her chest to prevent movement. "I either get a kiss or your panties come off."

"Mr Patterson     ....    You can't..... I mean er    I won't let you kiss me." She flailed

Mr Patterson smiled. "Then the only option..........."

He reached under her school skirt and fumbled up her thighs.

He hesitated as his fingers curled around the waistband of her panties. "A kiss, just one kiss"

Goldie turned her head away from the man as she had seen actresses do in some of the poorer movies and felt him tug on her underwear as she did so.

It wasn't smooth or comfortable but it was effective. He would tug on one side, fumble for purchase on the other and tug some more. All the time he kept the girl pressed against the wall with his forearm.

Eventually gravity came to his aid ad the panties moved south of their own volition.

"Mr Patterson, stop this ad we'll say no more" she tried.

Mr Patterson laughed as he lifted the hem of her skirt above her waist and moved back slightly to admire his discovery.

"Ah, how sweet. A brazillian. Isn't that what they call it?"

Goldie struggled now. This old man was more alive than most of the others and briefly she considered raising her voice.

"Not natural girl." Stated Mr Patterson "Suggests to me that you quite like showing it off. Do you? Do you like showing your cunt to the boys?"

"Mr Patterson stop..... please."

He answered her by slapping his hand into her mound. "Undo your shirt sweetie" he hissed.

She shook her head.

"Undo your shirt or I will" he said with menace as a finger penetrated her outer lips.

Goldie gasped at the intrusion and moved quickly to unbutton her blouse.

The bedroom door opened and Chantelle stuck her head in. Mr Patterson turned and growled at her, Goldie pleaded with her eyes and Chantelle laughed, withdrew and pulled the door shut behind her.

"Now that" said Mr Patterson as he manhandled her bra over her breasts "is a clever girl"

"Mr Patterson..... what are you going to do?" gasped Goldie as he twisted one small nipple.

"Just play a bit dearie. You're quite safe, nothing really works below the belt line."

Goldie registered what the old man said and in so doing relaxed  little.

"Good girl" hissed Mr Patterson as he eased her shirt off her shoulders. "Undo this thing" he commanded motioning towards the largely ineffective bra which sat under her armpits.

Goldie reached behind her and unsnapped the clasp.

"Lovely tits, nice cunt, I bet the boys love playing with you?" 

"Well" he continued as he shoved a second finger into her "do you let them play?"

"No sir" hissed Goldie "No boy has ever done this"

"I'm honoured" the old man chuckled as he release her from the wall, stepped aside and pushed her forward onto the bed.

Goldie knelt on his bed, face in the covers as Mr Patterson expertly probed her cunt from behind. He carefully waited for her to issue the first audible groan before he asked if she wanted him to stop. She simply wiggled her arse in the air in response.

He moved up close behind her pushing his groin into her buttocks  as he rearranged his hands. One reached around to toy with cunt and clit whilst the other stretched forward to tug on a nipple.

"oh shit" he heard her say.

"GIRL!" he bellowed "ARE YOU STILL BY THE DOOR?"

Chantelle opened the door and peered in.

"come in girl. Come in and watch whilst I bring this whore off." He commanded.

Goldie didn't even acknowledge her presence as she moved to stand on the other side of the bed and watch as this ancient old man abused Goldie's nipples and plunged fingers deep inside the young teen.

Suddenly Goldie was clutching the bedclothes and her hips were bucking against the old man who simply laughed quietly as her orgasm washed through her.

"Get her cleaned up" he told Chantelle "I'll be in the tv room but I'll manage both of you next time if you like" he added with a wink.

It took some moments for Goldie to even acknowledge her friend.

"I've never, never ever, had one like that before." She whispered.

"Bugger me!" exclaimed Amy when the events were related to her later that evening.

"He might try" smiled Goldie "but I'm not sure it all works" she smiled as her friend turned beet red. "Still," she added as an afterthought "not a bad visit if you just want a good uncomplicated fingering." She mused.

"GOLDIE!" squealed both her friends at once.

Wednesday turned out to be wet and colder. Not true winter but enough to warrant a coat and enough to put off most of the potential crowd for the under 15s match being played after school.

Chantelle and Amy stamped their feet on the touchline trying not to appear as bored as they truly were.

"Where is that girl?" snapped Amy

"Said she was getting ready!" answered Chantelle.

A ball came their way followed by a sweaty Adrian Platt who burst between them to retrieve the ball.

"Enjoying the game girls?" he managed before rejoining the battle.

Goldie appeared a few minutes later.

"what have you been doing?" asked Chantelle.

"Reckon I have to be in the changing room before the match ends or else old Peters might be prowling the area."

Chantelle nodded her agreement.

"Just been getting ready" Goldie finished.

Amy raised her eyebrow and Goldie turned her back on the football field, moved between the pitch and her friends and undid her duffle coat.

Beneath she wore that pale blue bikini shoes and socks.

She handed her bag to Amy. "My clothes are in there - don't lose it!"

She did up her coat and went back to watching the game.

Half time came and the girls spent heir time amiably chatting to a few of the players, including a few who had been at the pool and realised that something had happened.

The girls had already agreed to say little but be honest, or as honest as was necessary and the boys whooped as Goldie described losing her bikini bottoms and the lifeguard using that big orange towel to cover her up.

"Should have come to me" said Adrian "I'd have helped you out"

"Yeah right" somebody joined in "helped you out of your top as well!"

The ref blew his whistle to announce the imminent start of the second half and the girls were left alone on the touchline once more.

"You sure you wanna do this" Chantelle asked.

"Not entirely certain" answered Goldie " but if I don't I'll lose the week window and I'll have to start again."

"Well you could" Amy suggested

"Umm" said Goldie with exaggerated thought "Mr Patterson would be happy to oblige but I'm not sure Mike would cope with another swimsuit malfunction."

The others laughed.

About 10 minutes before the game was due to finish Goldie slipped away. She made her way to the changing area and the pair of doors that she had seen so often. The girls and boys rooms were separated by only a few feet. This time the girls door was marked with a sign "visitors" so the girl chose the boys room to ensure she got the right team.

With hindsight she might have argued that the visitors would have been a safer gamble but as she huddled in a dark corner of the changing room she knew that there was no time to negotiate a change of the rules.

Goldie was getting accustomed to the musty gloom of the room, picking out shadows left by hanging towels and coats and the jumble of bags and foot wear on the floor and was almost caught unawares as the door crashed open, the lights came on and the room filled with dirty, sweaty but apparently victorious members of the under 15 squad.

"Enjoy it boys" shouted Mr Peters over the din "Get yourself showered and warmed up. I'll see you in about half an hour to wave the visitors off."

Goldie peered through the racks and picked out the occasional flash of flesh, bared leg and even the odd buttock. From her position she couldn't see any faces though. She guessed that both substitutes had been used so that meant at least 13 lads in the showers. 

As the sound of running water met her ears she wondered how many of the lads would simply freak out and run and how many might offer to wash her back. Standing she shrugged off her duffle coat, slipped out of her shoes and peeled off her socks.

She looked down at her bikini clad body. "Now or never" she thought as she started towards the walled off and steam filled shower area.

She sopped and took a deep breath before bursting around the corner, grabbing a bar of soap and waving it above her head.

"Hey guys" she announced herself "Somebody gonna wash my back?"

There were a number of squeals. A number of hands covering groins and a number of flying feet exiting the shower area. When the movement stopped she looked about her. Six or seven lads remained, all of whom she knew and most of whom had been at the pool at the weekend.

"Here let me do it G" offered Adrian as he stood buck naked and totally confident in front of her.

She allowed her eyes to travel down and back up, smiled and handed him the soap.

He turned her around and, after building up some lather, started stroking it into her shoulders. 

"C'mon guys" he said to the others "who else wants a go?"

Feet shuffled and somebody moved forward, took the soap an following Adrian's lead started applying lather to the girl. Another joined in and soon she had five boys liberally applying lather to her upper body, shoulders, lower back, tummy, face - only her breasts were left untouched.

Occasionally she would open her eyes and peer through the suds to assess the condition of the rods surrounding her. The three that she could see easily were all starting to rise. Maybe this should finish soon she thought briefly.

Hands moved over her cloth covered breasts and she looked up to meet Adrian's gaze.
He took her inactivity as a positive sign and started concentrating on soaping her chest through the bikini top.

Finally he caught the eyes of Matty, who was just behind her, and using the silent but deadly hormone driven ESP invited him to undo her top.

Goldie felt both the ties around her neck and those behind her back come loose at the same time. She fought back the immediate urge to panic and tried to regain control with pure coolness.

"You guys - that's naughty" she tried.

She had meant to carry on to say that it was fun but it was over but as Adrian washed away her bikini top and started applying lather directly to her engorged nipples the words failed to surface. 

Matty moved closer and she felt his hardness resting in the crack of her buttocks even through her bikini bottoms. His arms encircled her and his hands took over on her breasts. Adrian circled downwards and she gasped as he rubbed her through her bottoms. All pretence at washing was gone as he slid back and forth along her cotton covered slit and Goldie reacted instinctively in parting her legs slightly to give better access.

As she shuddered under his touch she opened her eyes and looked about her again.

Matty was behind her, Adrian directly in front and Steve, a relatively new kid at the school was off to her right. The other guys were pretty much lined up watching the show.

She found herself moaning as her eyes flickered across the sea of erections. Some were bobbing quietly unaided and others had fingers wrapped around them. She ground her buttocks back into Matty's hardness - very firm! She looked down at Adrian and saw a good 6 inches of fleshy steel and she reached to one side and ran her fingers over another several inches of blood filled muscle.

She might have gotten away with the looking, maybe even the grinding of her ass into Matty but actually touching Steve moved the goalposts.

Steve moved closer and tugged free the ties on the blue bikini bottoms. Suddenly she was naked. Naked with 13 fully erect and fully functional teenagers. Briefly she felt fear and then as Adrian slipped the first finger into her dripping cunt, she felt good.

She vaguely heard the voice of Mr Peters demanding that they get a move on. Was aware of the snapped instructions from Adrian and noticed the audience slip away.

She heard doors opening and closing and quiet building as in the shower, under the gentle warmth of the hot water, she was turned to face Matty. As Steve took control of the nearest nipple she bent at the waist and without the slightest hesitation slipped her virgin lips around Matty's vibrating shaft. Her second innocence deserted her a few seconds later when Adrian slipped his cock into her from behind. She remembered coughing briefly as Matty emptied his load into her mouth and then she was filled by Steve as she felt the warmth of Adrian's seed flood into her. As Adrian slumped against the wall Matty took pity and finger fucked her even as Steve did his best to fill her womb via her throat.

She came loudly and her legs shook as the boys lowered her gently to the floor of the shower where she was washed as they dressed. Then the water was turned off, her duffle coat was found and put around her shoulders and the team mascot was escorted from the building.

The events that followed Goldie becoming queen of the dares were interesting in many ways.

Mike the lifeguard was arrested after another girl found his method of checking for bruises rather unpleasant.

Mr Patterson became a regular venue for the girls. Staff marvelled at the change in his character brought about by three young girls who took turns to play scrabble or read to the elderly man. Of course the scrabble board was never touched and the readings were taken from the letters pages of Playboy and Penthouse as one or other of the three was stripped and caressed to fulfilment by the old man. His trousers were never undone but his fingers visited every orifice of every girl over the weeks and months to come.

Goldie started a relay team for the under 15 squad. As she moved on from Adrian, Matty and Steve - to enjoy and be enjoyed by Spud (the goalie) Ricky and James, Amy replaced her. When Amy moved on to Spud, Ricky and James, Chantelle disrobed for Adrian and co. There were never quite enough girls, of course, but then at least a couple of the guys had each other, if you get my drift.

Goldie never was challenged for her role as queen of the dares. The girls simply didn't have that much time or energy.

And so the images of Goldie Lox and the Three Dares moved into legend.


