After work Friday night my husband and I went to our friend Maddie's. We knew Maddie from college, and she liked to host. She had a regular group, us included, that would show up most Friday's of the month for some drinks. Sometimes there was new blood. It was a good way for my husband and I to socialize, relative to the bar scene, or a dance class or something like that.
Maddie had a nice apartment and was from a wealthy family. She'd been in a sorority in college. We'd met a few times at parties then, but hadn't really become friends until after school. She was a jovial hostess, and made sure that my glass stayed full of white wine. Maddie also liked games. Card games, board games. She liked to get her friends drunk, and then make them play games.
All of us, about 6 total, including Maddie were in her living room when she announced it was game time. "All right," Maddie said, standing near the center of the room. She had a glass of wine in her right hand. She was wearing a shade of bright red lipstick. "I didn't have a lot of time to plan something this week, but stick with me. We're going to play an oldy but a goody- Five minutes in heaven."
There were some groans around the room. I looked at my husband. He rolled his eyes. Earlier in the week, Maddie had told me she was hoping a certain guy would attend. He was in attendance. Maddie wasn't busy all week. She was horny.
But the groans didn't dissuade Maddie. She cleared the coffee table, and put a pointer in the middle of the table. "Oh, also," Maddie said. "You can't go to heaven with your spouse. That would be cheating. Now circle up."
It was a testament to Maddie's personality that we all did as we were told. "Five minutes is a long time," My husband said. We were sitting next to each other at the table when Maddie spun the pointer. All eyes watched until it stopped, and, when it did, there was a chorus of "ooohs," and "aaaaahs." We were all being very middle school about this. The chosen pair were regulars, the woman married, and we'd spoken several times before. They looked at each other, shrugged, and stood up. On the way to the back bedroom where the five minutes was to occur, the female of the pair slapped the male's ass. There were more hoots and hollers. Her husband looked unconcerned.
The ass pat had an effect. Whatever tension or anxiety there had been in the room was suddenly gone. We all seemed to realize at once that none of this was serious, it was just Maddie being Maddie, and we ought to enjoy the ride. Besides, nothing was going to happen in that room. Unless, of course, Maddie got into that room with the boy she wanted.
Five minutes passed, and the couple came back out. "Oh my God, he was so good," the married woman said. "His cock!" She ran her hands quickly over him, and then she started laughing. She was drunk. The man smiled too, but was turning an embarrassed shade of red. He went to the kitchen to fetch another drink, and the woman returned to her husband's side, still smiling. He handed her the glass she'd previously been holding.
Maddie made her way back to the center. "This is going better than I expected." She took a drink. "Let's see who's next!" She reached down and spun the pointer. Seconds later it stopped, and it had stopped right on me. I looked around, maybe hoping someone else would claim it. but, they didn't. I looked up at Maddie. She smiled at me. "Oh, Holly. You're getting lucky tonight!" I rolled my eyes, and then looked to the other side of the pointer. It was set on Jackson.
I'd known Jackson in college too. Now he had a good job, and was single, although I wasn't entirely sure why. He was cute, and funny. he had an easy going personality and a smile that garnered instant trust. We knew each other fairly well. He had a nice build. In sum, there were worse guys to spend five minutes with in a room alone.
I looked at my husband and shrugged. "Well," I said, and stood up. I started towards the hallway to the room. Jackson stood too, walked towards the hall and put his arm out so I could hook it with my own. I did, looked back towards the crowd and then disappeared with Jackson.
I closed the door behind us. Jackson sat down on the bed, his feet over the edge. there was a clock above the bed. Ten seconds had passed.
"Maddie is so nuts," Jackson said.
"I know. What is this even?" I looked at the clock. Another five seconds down.
"Do you think the first couple did anything?" Jackson asked. he had dark brown eyes, with an edge of playfulness that came through especially when he asked the last part of that questions.
"Of course not," I said. We're all just humoring Maddie."
"Are we going to do anything?" Jackson asked, and then started laughing.
"Please," I said.
"I know," he said. "You're married."
"Not just that," I said.
Seconds passed. I looked at Jackson. He looked at me. Neither of us seemed quite sure what to do. Make small talk? Or, just let the minutes wind down. Jackson turned, looking back at the clock on the wall, and then back at me. Something came across his face. "Show me your panties," he said, in a tone that was playfully commanding. He was smiling.
"What?"
"Just a peek."
"No way," I said.
"We have to do something," He said.
"No we don't"
"I've seen you in a bikini before anyways. What does it matter?"
