From Andy to Amy

Well, nothing except masturbate of course, but that is hardly practical on a London bus and neither was it an option here. Given that I couldn't persuade the thing not to poke out, I took the only course left open to me and swiftly turned my back on Nikki causing her fingers to be pulled from by briefs which caused them to snap back against my leg. As I turned I looked down and sure enough the front of my briefs had started to tent as the little bugger woke up.

"What are you doing," asked Nikki.

"Nothing," I replied.

"It doesn't count if you are facing away. You have another one minute and thirty seconds before you can put your shorts back on so you have to turn around again."

"I can't," I replied.

"Why not?"

"I just can't, OK?"

"Sure you can, you are just being silly. You were doing really well too. Turn back and finish your penalty."

"No I can't," I said, my voice sounding a little desperate.

"God, Andy. You want to stand there all afternoon? I've seen it all now anyway so what's the sudden the... Oh." Her voice tailed away. "Is it your willy?"

"No!"

"Do you have an – an erection? Is your willy hard?"

"Alright, if you must know, yes I do, OK? Can I put my shorts back on now please?" I begged.

"No. You owe me another one minute and thirty seconds and you have to go through with it." She could be really mean sometimes. "Turn back around."

"No, Nikki, I really can't `cause it's not funny."

"I wasn't laughing. Turn around. I want to see."

"Please don't make me," I begged again.

"Come on Andy. Turn. You have to `cause it's a double dare." The irrefutable proof of the double dare again!

"Oh all right then. But you're not to touch me again."

"OK."

"Promise?"

"I promise," she replied.