The one time i did truth or dare with my roommate at the empty indoor pool

It’s a Wednesday. The university indoor pool is deserted, only the blue underwater lights on. My roommate and I sneak in with our student keycards, giggling like idiots, planning to swim and mess around.

We do a couple laps, then float in the shallow part of the pool and start truth or dare because we’re bored.

First few are dumb (truths about crushes, dare to cannonball). Then I pick dare.

He grins: “Take everything off and leave it on the deck.”

I strip under the water, toss my bikini on the tiles. He does the same. We’re both naked, hearts racing, pretending it’s no big deal.

His dare: “Meet me in the family changing room. Don’t put anything back on.”

I climb out dripping, walk barefoot across the cold deck to the private single-stall changing room. Door’s cracked open. I slip inside, lock it.

He’s already there, leaning against the bench, stroking himself slow, eyes dark. The second the lock clicks he’s on me, pushes me face first against the full length mirror, cool glass on my wet tits.

One hand spreads my ass, the other guides his cock. No condom. He presses the head against my pussy and slides in raw in one deep thrust, filling me completely.

Mirror fogging with every breath, water dripping off us onto the tile. He fucks me hard and silent, one hand over my mouth, the other gripping my hip so the bench doesn’t scrape.

I come fast, legs shaking against the mirror, moaning into his palm. He speeds up just enough, slams deep, and unloads, pumping into me while the night janitor’s keys jangle somewhere down the hall.

He stays inside until every pulse is done, then pulls out slow, watches his cum drip down my thighs onto the floor.

Grabs my bikini bottoms off the deck, stuffs them in his pocket.

“You can wear my towel home.”

We left ten minutes later, me wrapped in just his towel, still leaking him the whole walk to the car.

Truth or dare record: officially broken.