Truth or Dare - Chapter 4 (Patreon)

Abby waited til the lecture was over and everyone from her row had got up and left, before finally standing up to let Ted out from under her ass. It took him a moment, since he was in a sort of half-dazed state; he wasn’t angry with her, but he’d just spent several hours being sat on by his roommate, so he still felt like a piece of paper initially. “You’re pretty durable,” she chuckled, watching as he pried himself off the seat and hopped to the ground.

“Yeah, and I guess you’re pretty great at crushing people,” he replied, stretching his face and muscles.

Abby shouldered her backpack and pushed her chair in. “Anyway, I’m gonna head to the gym,” she said. “See you back at the dorm.”

He nodded, looking around to make sure nobody had seen him get up from Abby’s seat, and then headed his own way.

~

Some time later, Ted was in his room laying on his bed, on the verge of falling asleep, when the door quickly burst open, and he looked up to see the silhouette of his roommate standing in the doorway, loudly huffing and panting. “Sheesh. Is that just from working out?”

“No,” she rolled her eyes, “the 70 degree weather is what tired me out.” She closed the door, but as she gulped down the rest of her water bottle, Ted wrinkled his face upon noticing the sweaty stench that she’d brought with her.

“Mmm, well it definitely smells like you got a good workout,” the boy commented, and she turned to him with squinted eyes and pursed lips.

“Yeah, I’m aware, and I can smell me too,” she said. “You know, I could’ve brought you along and used you as my sweat rag. But I didn’t, cuz I figured I’d be nice.” Prying off her shoes, she shimmied her sweaty sock off, which was ugly and gray and obviously rife with her damp perspiration, and then threw it at Ted. “Since you like complaining so much, how about you tell me how bad that smells?”

He coughed in surprise as the moist, sweat-laden fabric hit his body, but he saw from the look on Abby’s face that she wanted an answer. He figured she was joking around, but even still, he lowered his head to give the tube sock a quick whiff. She shook her head, “Nuh-uh, do the end of it, like where my toes were. That’s where the smell is worst.” Gulping nervously, he maneuvered towards the tip of the sock, where it seemed to be grayest and dirtiest, and smelled it while avoiding eye contact with his roommate.

This time he winced, “Ugh, it smells—”

“Still wrong,” she sighed, standing up this time to go over by his bed and loom over him while crossing her arms. “I said to smell where my toes go. So why do you keep smelling the outside?”

There was the hint of a smirk on Abby’s face, in case it wasn’t already clear that she was messing with him. But even if she hadn’t been, Ted’s heart raced as his little brain put together what it was his roommate was asking of him. “Well???” she asked impatiently, leering down at him even more.

With nervous but excited hands, he lifted the entrance to the giant tube sock up to his face and ducked his head inside. Although he couldn’t see Abby anymore, he could feel her still staring at him, and was pretty sure he could hear her grin victoriously as he slowly shuffled his way deeper into her filthy, revolting, still-damp gym sock. Past his shoulders, even past his stomach, he continued pulling the moist sock down around him, and yet he still hadn’t reached the tip of it yet.

Since he was sitting on the bed, his progress slowed down when he reached his waist, so Abby took the lead and grabbed his ankles to pull him off the mattress. “Here, I’ll help you out,” she snickered, and grabbed both sides of the leg hole, yanking it up around his upside down body. Suddenly, Ted found himself thrust face-first into the wet and crusty interior of the teenager’s stinking sock. He yelped in surprise, causing Abby to laugh, as she bobbed the sock up and down to taunt him over how helpless he was. “Now does it smell like I got a good workout?” He nodded earnestly, feeling both disgusted, turned on, and disgusted that he was turned on—but of course, his movements just looked like frantic wriggling from Abby’s perspective. “What was that?”

“Yes,” he moaned, unable to believe how cheesy and humid the atmosphere inside her sock had gotten compared to the room.

“Still can’t hear you,” she teased, twirling his trapped body in circles.

“Yes!” he yelled, some of the salty, tangy sweat rubbing against his lips as he answered.

“Hmm. Maybe you still need some help.” Hanging the top of the sock on a nearby coat hanger, she squeezed her strong hands around the tube section, where Ted’s legs were, working her way down the sock and closer to her roommate’s head. And the further down she squeezed, the more of her sweat she was able to wring out from the dirty fabric, smearing Ted’s skin with her perspiration and marking him with her scent. By the time she reached his head, she scrunched up a little more of her sock around his face, cupped his head between her hands, and then pressed inwards to force all her collected foot sweat onto Ted’s mouth and nose. He wasn’t underwater, and yet he still was nearly at risk of drowning from inside Abby’s huge, rank workout sock.

After finally unhooking him and pulling the sock off from around his body, he fell onto his butt, blinking his eyes like a bright light had just woken him from sleeping. His face was red and yellow, and he had a huge erection; but he didn’t get angry with Abby, so she figured he was fine. “I noticed you didn’t bring any stuffed animals from your childhood with you,” she said (a dilapidated but happy looking Webkinz puppy sat on Abby’s desk), “so you can cuddle up with my sock tonight if you want.” She tossed it on his bed, but Ted’s face was already so hot and red from her sweat that any amount of blushing wouldn’t have been noticeable.