I Dare You!

I spied a girl from the year below me at school, pretty with long golden hair. She was wearing a pleated red skirt and a beige cardigan, plus socks and sneakers as we weren’t in uniform. I crept up behind her and whipped her skirt in back.

Her red panties were of an identical shade to her skirt, maybe even part of her skirt! I felt dizzy. Was she a cheerleader or something? Maybe she was!

Th girl turned to me. She didn’t seem in the least bit embarrassed.

"Why are you mad about doing that?" she inquired at once. "It's a bit funny in a boy as old as you, isn't it? I mean I still get it a bit, but even the boys in my form have grown out of it by now."

If she'd said it nastily, it couldn't have made me cringe so much or feel as small as her tone of amused interest did. Which I sure didn't have to take, from a girl who wore knickers the same colour as her skirt!

"Want to flip my skirt again?” she asked, tweezing her hemline between finger and thumb and flicking it about invitingly under my nose. “I dare you!”

I couldn't resist and made a grab, but she snatched her skirt away, tantalizing me.

After giggling at the glare I gave her, she proposed merrily: "Have another go, only this time you’ll have to catch me first. I dare you!"

With that she was off on foot, and of course, I gave chase. Soon I was unbearably hot, while she easily kept her lead. Girls could handle the heat so much better than boys could! There was an iron staircase and she set off up it fast. Panting I tried to follow, but tripped and fell. In agony I struggled up the last of the steps, furious, a big aching stitch by now in my side. It was bad enough when a girl got the better of you, but a hundred time worse if she'd teased you first.

There was a bridge ahead, and the girl had climbed up onto its wall. She was walking back and forth along it with perfect balance. I watched her, jealous of how unafraid she was.

"If you want to flip me, you'll have to come out on here too," she informed me from on high. She was right too. There were benches in the way that kept her smooth pink milk-bottle legs out off arm's reach.

“I dare you!” the girl sang again, and that was that.

So I clambered up onto the far bench and from there onto the wall. Then, even though by now I felt like squeezing my thighs together in fright, I made a start.

I couldn't, though. I was just too scared. Two wobbly steps and my quivering pale legs gave way. I dropped to my knees, needing to grip the rough stone with both hands.

From there I looked up at the girl, begging her with my gaze. She however just looked down and smiled in a superior way. I found I was able to fume inside at her just a little, even though I was mostly terrified!

There was nothing else for it. I forced myself to roll in the opposite direction to the canal, toppling with a crash onto the benches below. There I lay panting, blissfully safe.

That was when I decided I’d had enough of this girl’s dares for one day!